Chapter 14 Hmm... Not bad
Ai Zhe returned to the house and was alone again.
The dust floats slowly in the sunlight, like time standing still.
Slowly pulled out a box.
Gray eyes stared, and cold, short hair hung slightly.
His expression was a little heavy, as if he was troubled by something old.
This box is quite old, it has been many years.
The box was covered with dust and contained some small pieces of cloth and some small toys made of wooden sticks.
Suddenly, almost eight or nine years had passed.
Ai Zhe frowned.
Suddenly I discovered that the old spider silk covered in dust on the wooden stick was still there after so many years.
This is indeed old spider silk and there is dust on it.
This spider silk is not pure white in color, but has a subtle light gold hue, and it will not disappear even after so many years.
This proves that the creature that once lived in this box did not weave the web that an ordinary spider would leave behind.
The toy I made for the spider with sticks is still there.
Ai Zhe was in the shadows, holding the box and looking at it for a long time.
Perhaps, that organism, that life, once lived in this box.
Now, in this chaotic world where the strong prey on the weak, it has become a small piece of nutrition that is used to feed the strong.
In this cruel world.
I remember that the day when the organization drove me to throw it away, it was also raining heavily.
Ai Zhe held the box in his arms, lost in thought for a long time.
"Rustle."
There was a noise coming from the windowsill. Ai Zhe looked towards the windowsill, but there was nothing there.
It was the same noise as that night.
Ai Zhe walked over and still didn't see anything.
But he didn't notice that in the dark, pale golden eyes were hidden in the bushes, as if sending some weak information waves to the distance.
Blinking strangely.
"Bang bang bang!" There was an urgent knock on the door.
Ai Zhe was surprised and put the box away.
Walking to the door, the communicator read the data of the person coming.
Rolled his eyes.
"Don't you know how to use the communicator to contact in advance?"
"If you keep knocking on my door like that, I'll knock on your door next time and kick it down."
Good guy, you are so arrogant.
Ai Zhe opened the door and spoke to the person outside in a bad tone.
The voice was low and carried a hormonal sense of oppression, which seemed to suppress the person outside.
There was obvious displeasure on his handsome face, as if he had just been interrupted in his deep thoughts and had no place to vent.
Looking at the angry man in the door, Northon showed guilt on his face as if going through the motions, but soon frowned again and looked unhappy.
"You forgot our sparring practice tonight."
"Taking me with you is the task assigned to you by the organization."
Put the blame on men.
Only then did Ai Zhe remember that it was time and that he was wrong.
He was wearing only a singlet and trousers, so he went back to his room and began to put on the convenient jacket and boots he had used for combat training.
The broad shoulders and upright figure cast a long slanted shadow in the setting sun.
When the protective tactical belt is pulled up all over the body, the back, waist and hips, and long and powerful thighs are all outlined, which is extremely attractive.
No wonder most of the opposite sex here have said that their ideal type is Ai Zhe.
Such a young, capable, reliable, and just the right amount of gentle man really fits the ideal type.
He was rescued from the camp when he was young and grew up under everyone's eyes. His shoulders gradually broadened and his cold and hard short hair became sharper and neater.
But for some reason, this man had a fragile side in her eyes.
It may be that being captured by the Insect King at that time left him with a bad psychological impact or some kind of sequelae.
You can see that his room is very clean, just like its owner.
Although the huts where the soldiers lived in the camp were rather simple and even a bit old on the outside.
But the inside was kept meticulously by the man.
Cold, short hair, a handsome, upright profile, but for some reason, it looks like something is taking control of it...
A sense of vulnerability lurked beneath his composure.
He only shows his gentle side to girls and rarely to himself.
Of course… he was a man, he knew.
Ai Zhe was hunching over to load his equipment and weapons.
When he turned around, he found that Northen was staring at him, and his eyes were looking down.
There is no need to explain what I was staring at just now.
A strange anger suddenly surged in my heart.
Probably because of that embarrassing incident in their bathroom pod.
He walked over quickly and closed the door.
Five seconds later, he opened the door again and walked out carrying equipment.
He doesn't look very well.
Northen didn't give him a good look either, and the two of them walked towards the training ground with gloomy faces.
The atmosphere is just right for a clash of swords.
On the training ground, after the other players practiced,
The two began to practice sparring.
The magnetic knife in his hand was electrified, and as it was swung and collided, tiny sparks flew out.
Every confrontation resounded violently in the air, as murderous and merciless as encountering an alien species during a mission.
It also seemed as if he wanted to oppress the other party, with undiminished force and pressing forward step by step.
Ai Zhe's sword strike was decisive and powerful, his attack was as fast as the wind, and his movements were full of traces of actual combat.
As soon as Northam was distracted, he would swing over without hesitation and suppress the opponent.
Noson is not letting himself be outdone. He is improving, with quicker reactions, more speed, and a sharper return in his defense.
The sword light flipped and intertwined between the two people, making a dull sound of energy resonance.
The return and push rhythms are like rhythmic drum beats.
The students watching held their breath unconsciously.
Noticing Northam's increasing progress, Aizhe retracted his blade slightly, allowing Northam to successfully counterattack with a thrust.
The whole audience burst into applause and cheered for Northam.
At the moment when the knife fell, Northen suddenly smiled at Aizhe.
The newly cooled magnetic blade lightly hooked as it closed its grip, sweeping across the thinnest part of Ai Zhe's waist, hooking it and flipping the tactical bag on his waist.
Ai Zhe's face fell, and he raised his hand and hit Noson with the handle of the knife. Noson was hit back and fell into the sand pit.
A handsome face was filled with sand.
The force that pushed him back wasn't very strong, but it revealed a sense of anger.
“Cough cough cough!”
Northen held his chest, his expression both aggrieved and mad.
Why can the other team members tease each other during wins and losses, but he can't?!
Didn’t Ai Zhe also tease and provoke them with a knife?
They also provoked and teased you with knives, and you didn't say anything.
Why do you and they tease each other with knives?
If I come here, I will be beaten?!
Did I, Northen, break some heavenly law?!
Ai Zhe frowned, put away the knife, and looked unhappy.
It's just that the man's movements were clumsy.
In places where others cannot see, there is some tension, as if some emotion has been aroused, with anger and shame.
Noson was still standing there, still pressing his aching chest.
Damn thing!
The more I think about it, the more angry I get.
Ai Zhe didn't even look at him, turned and walked to the edge of the training ground, picked up a bottle of iced drink with a sullen face.
To welcome the end of training and celebrate Aizhe's return, everyone temporarily placed a few boxes of ice drinks on the sidelines as supplies.
Before opening it, Ai Zhe looked at the ingredient list.
He opened the dietary precautions sent to him by the doctor on the communicator, picked up the drink and carefully compared it for a long time, then looked at it again.
Although I was a little confused, I thought it should be fine, so I drank it in big gulps.
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