Chapter 399 Headache
The professor remained silent. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and buried his face in the other man's shoulder.
Honestly, he shouldn't have wasted so much time on "hugging", but he still hugged him, as if throwing himself into a steamy bathtub soaked in the night, letting the warm water wrap around his cold skin like silk, too lazy to lift any fingers.
Hearing the sound of his lover's calm and gentle breathing, he suddenly found that he seemed a little...uncomfortable.
It wasn't the stiff and sore back of his neck and waist from working at a desk for so long, or the slight swelling and pain in his temples, nor was it the heartbeat and light sweat that hadn't completely calmed down in this body - he found it hard to describe what it was. Perhaps it was just a kind of fatigue, a kind of fatigue that made him understand everyone's motives, deduce everyone's behavior, and even predict everyone's emotions... but he could only watch the situation develop in a direction that he could not control, and he was really powerless to do anything about it.
The pat on the back paused sharply, becoming softer and slower, almost a loving soothing touch.
"Headache?" Azuka hugged the person tighter and asked in a low voice.
"...A little, but it's okay." The person in his arms muttered, unconsciously rubbing his face against the side of his neck, and sniffed it carefully, feeling itchy.
"You smell good..." the black-haired young man muttered in a daze. His body had long surpassed his rationality and he buried himself completely in the man's arms as if he was intoxicated. He wanted to roll around in the man's arms, completely immersed in the clean, warm smell with a hint of coolness. It was like the wind blowing through the snow-capped mountains and the wilderness, strangely soothing those anxious discomforts.
The Savior's eyes grew softer.
In fact, he was not very happy at first, but he just didn't show it. After all, this emotion was not directed at his lover, and it would be unseemly to take it out on others - but the cute and affectionate attitude that the person in front of him would never show in front of outsiders, almost clinging to, instantly and temporarily soothed his dark, damp, and insatiable possessiveness.
"Thank you for your recognition, sir." The blond young man lowered his eyes modestly and gently kissed the soft, messy hair. "But please don't act like a spoiled child to me like this. The agreed-upon exercise time has come."
Then he clearly felt that the person in his arms stiffened noticeably.
"...I still have work to do." The tyrant's voice was filled with dissatisfaction, perhaps even a hint of guilt that only Azuka could hear. "Give me another hour, and I promise I'll finish it."
"I'll do the rest for you." The savior's smile remained unchanged, but his tone was gentle yet firm. "Besides, work won't run away, but I'm sure you'll try to sneak away in an hour."
"Get up! Stop slumping in your office chair." He unceremoniously pulled the man out from behind his desk, put his arm around his waist to steady him, and then, very professionally, pinched the back of his neck. "You should move around. Your shoulder and neck muscles are as stiff as a rock. You're bound to get sick if you keep this up."
Nova was a little reluctant, even though he knew what the guy said was right: "...Will it still be of any use if I say I have a terrible headache now?"
The other party glanced at him with a half-smile: "If you intend to lie to me, please don't let me find out, otherwise I will definitely make you cry."
professor:"?"
He slowly raised his eyebrows: "Why, you want to beat me up and make me cry in the training room?"
"How could I bear to do that?" The guy looked rather surprised. "Besides, when have I ever hurt you in the training room?"
"But then again, you've cried many times on other occasions," someone narrowed their eyes thoughtfully. "That doesn't seem to have much of a deterrent effect on you right now..."
The professor suddenly realized what nonsense this bastard was talking about: "..."
He turned around and walked away with an expressionless face, then someone put their arm around his shoulders and led him in the opposite direction with a smile: "Honey, the training room is not this way."
...Tsk, what a bad decision.
The temporary training room was located in an abandoned warehouse. It was spacious and had a mat on the floor to prevent people from falling and getting injured.
The weather was gradually getting warmer. The professor took off his overly restrictive coat and vest, unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt collar, revealing his sharp collarbone, and then slowly rolled up his cuffs over his arms with his eyes downcast.
...That's OK, he thought reluctantly. Vigorous exercise would produce endorphins and dopamine, which would help regulate and improve emotions, and naturally relieve physical tension and discomfort. Reason told him that this was indeed a better choice than continuing to work at a desk.
"Are you angry?" Someone gently brushed back the scattered hair on his forehead, leaned over slightly, and looked at him gently with those blue eyes: "You can have an extra cup of coffee tomorrow after training, okay?"
Nova was stunned for a moment, then slowly took his hand away from his forehead: "...I'm not angry, I'm not that childish."
"Why are you so kind?" A bright smile of gratitude and relief appeared on the savior's beautiful face. "It seems I was too worried. There's no need for the extra coffee."
professor:"……"
What a piece of shit.
Without hesitation, he aimed and punched the guy in the face.
When it comes to fighting, the professor's fast-paced brain and the vast amount of theoretical knowledge he possesses are enough to allow him to analyze and arrive at more than ten offensive and defensive strategies in an instant. However, his fragile and sluggish body is unable to smoothly execute the instructions from his brain. Fortunately, his opponent and teacher is also an extremely experienced fighting master who can always easily guide him on how to make smooth moves.
As for the punch that was a bit vindictive and angry, Azuka stood where he was and even just tilted his head lightly, dodging it easily.
"The intention is too obvious, sir." He commented lightly, and at the same time, with a flip of his wrist, he accurately separated the other hand that followed closely and tried to grab his collar. "And what about the defense after the attack?"
Nova pursed his lips and said nothing. Instead, he quickly adjusted his center of gravity and without hesitation, he swept his leg to attack the other man's lower body. When the other man dodged gracefully and calmly, he suddenly changed his tactics and rushed forward to strike him with a knife, and used his arm to block the possible attack. Then he saw with great pride that a hint of unexpected surprise appeared in the savior's eyes.
"You're a truly fast learner." Azuka, always generous with his praise and compliments for his nemesis, said, "Very fast, sir. A truly remarkable learning ability—but your body lacks strength and speed, and it's unable to fully utilize your powerful fighting mindset. Your power generation method is also incorrect."
He smoothly turned sideways, neutralizing the sharp hand blade, then grabbed the black-haired young man's wrist and pulled it, guiding him to feel the trajectory of the force.
The professor tried to break free from the grip on his wrist, but found that the fingers that seemed to be holding him loosely, neither lightly nor heavily, made it impossible to break free.
He was immediately aroused by a unwillingness to admit defeat. After glancing at the chair beside him and the clothes draped on it, he immediately changed his strategy. He calmly led the man to a place closer to the chair. When he found the right opportunity, he immediately exerted force, trying to use his weight to break the man away, as if he was ready to change his tactics again.
He almost succeeded; the hand had already released his wrist, ready to cooperate with the next practical exercise. However, the other party, perhaps worried that he would trip over a chair and hit his head, or perhaps something else, suddenly grabbed the black-haired young man's collar and yanked him back. The professor felt his footing stumble, and his center of gravity immediately lost control and fell forward. The other man, for some unknown reason, seemed to be unable to support himself under the impact of his weight and fell to the ground with him, leaving him completely lying in his arms.
Fortunately, the professor had already found what he wanted. The heavy coat was pulled down slightly from the back of the chair, and he had already followed a pre-calculated trajectory and reached into the inner pocket of the coat with astonishing speed, pulling out the self-defense pistol he always carried with him.
Before the black-haired young man could catch his breath, he quickly got up, spread his legs and knelt on the man's waist, suppressing the man with his weight. Then, under the indulgent gaze of the man under him, he pointed the gun at the guy's forehead without hesitation.
"My coffee," he panted slightly, his smoky grey eyes narrowed in dissatisfaction, and he ordered rudely and condescendingly, "Now that I've said it, you can't shirk it. I'm not taking it back."
"You're playing dirty now." Azuka looked at him helplessly, but her eyes were filled with a gentle smile. "And my lord, how can you threaten someone with an unloaded pistol?"
The professor glanced at him, snorted coldly, and slightly opened his right hand holding the gun. Several small metal bullets hidden in his palm fell to the ground with a clang - the moment he got the pistol, he quickly removed the magazine.
"Of course. What if it goes off accidentally?" His face was filled with the question of how you lack a sense of safety. The professor lowered the muzzle of the gun slightly and lifted the savior's beautiful chin. "Or do you want me to load the gun with bullets?"
Because of the intense exercise, a faint blush appeared on his pale face, his chest was rising and falling dynamically, and a few strands of black hair were sticking wetly to his forehead and sides of his face - in short, he looked much better than the tired and depressed look just now.
Azuka: “…”
It's life-threatening.
"Okay, you win." He licked his teeth calmly, suddenly smiled and spread out his hands, completely giving up resistance.
The guy suddenly gave in, and the professor was a little unsure what to do. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly climbed off the man and reached out to pull him up from the ground. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable under the gaze of those blue eyes.
"Does your head still hurt?" The Savior wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked softly, "Do you want to rest for a while?"
The professor was stunned for a moment. The slight headache he had just had seemed to have been dispelled by this short but intense exercise - although it was not until the adrenaline faded that he began to feel a little weak all over.
"...It really doesn't hurt anymore." He replied hesitantly, "Thank you?"
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