Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Unromantic
The strong wind trembled the branches, and the cold air poured in through the door. The hair on her arms stood up and she got goose bumps. She folded her hands, picked up her laptop, and hid behind the wall. After the door was closed, the room became warm again.
The room was extremely quiet, with only the clock on the wall ticking regularly within the mirror. "Tick, tick, tick..."
After a brief period of relaxation, she looked up and around, still feeling depressed, so she turned on the screen to see what the "culprit" had done.
She felt a little ashamed of being discovered, as if she had done something shameful. She opened the chat history, and saw a long message on the left and a few green boxes on the right.
Sentinel dormitory.
Outside, the orange sunset turned the sky ink-black.
His body swayed slightly, his abdomen felt sore, and beads of sweat dripped down his chin. The man propped up his elbows and did a plank. The light brain on his wrist made a jingling sound. He spread out his palms, pushed off the ground, and bounced himself up with a confident smile.
Looking down, he saw the well-defined, solid muscles expanding and contracting with his breathing, a testament to his hard work. Just thinking of the other person's words of praise, even if they were just a few, instantly recharged his batteries, ready for another night of intense battle.
His heart pounded, his thick fingers poked at the narrow screen, anticipating and nervous what her response would be. He stood there waiting, until the heat in his body faded and the cool breeze outside made him feel uneasy, but he still didn't reply.
She always had to reply to her own messages when she went online.
The man had a crew cut, with the color becoming lighter from the top of his head to the back of his neck. His hairstyle was tough, and there was a deliberately shaved scratch on the back of his forehead, making him look unruly. But at this moment, he was holding the small laptop and leaning in front of her, with a look of distress on his face, as if he couldn't understand what the other person was thinking.
Seeing that she didn't reply until the green dot disappeared and even the wind died down, the frustration he had been holding back for so long suddenly burst out. He thought angrily, why didn't she reply to him? But the words he typed were still sensible and well-behaved.
Did I do something wrong? I can fix it.
He raised his head and took a deep breath. A voice called out from behind him, "Ares, ward rounds are coming!"
"Come in quickly. Today is different from before. It's very strict."
"I know, I'm coming!"
As he walked back, he saw a red exclamation mark pop up on the left side of the message on the screen. He was blocked. His chest felt stuffy, as if it was about to burst, and he breathed carefully.
It was all that brat's fault. I heard that bastard went crazy today and tried to attack the two guides. Why didn't he just die? He thought, maybe she had heard about this and changed her opinion of them...
He still had a rebellious and arrogant look on his face, and only his accelerated blinking frequency revealed his restlessness.
Seeing him like this, the sentries in the same team looked at each other. They could guess what had happened even with their eyes closed. As the door next door was pushed open, a group of people stood up and waited for the inspectors to come in with instruments and monitor them one by one.
Until the inspection was over, they walked down the stairs. The person standing at the door pushed the door closed and rolled his eyes at his love-brained captain. He was really big-breasted and brainless. He still looked absent-minded holding his light brain.
"What happened again?"
Ares: "She doesn't reply to my messages."
"Isn't this normal?"
"Yeah, wait a little longer, maybe he'll be back tomorrow."
"Maybe he was still taking a shower and didn't see it."
Ares has a relatively low emotional intelligence, but fortunately he has a team of behind-the-scenes military advisors. After hearing everyone's comfort, his expression did not get better, but became more depressed. If he had a tail behind him, it would almost droop completely.
“She blocked me.”
Someone in the room whistled. He leaned against the wall and said, "I knew it. Captain, don't worry about it. She's just playing with you. That's what guides do."
"I'll kick you out if I don't need you anymore. Don't be so delusional. You'll end up like that person."
He pulled out a hidden tablet from somewhere and enlarged the picture. "Look at him."
Hearing the inappropriate remarks, the man sitting by the door stopped him, saying, "Stop talking." This was the rule. The man put the tablet down with a look of dissatisfaction on his face. He then consoled Ares, saying, "Maybe there's been a misunderstanding. Don't worry."
"etc."
Ares suddenly spoke up. He walked to the wall and reached out to the man who had just spoken. The man wailed, "Captain, I hid this with great difficulty. I just said a few words to you. It was unnecessary."
"At worst I won't tell you—"
"Shut up," a large and powerful hand patted his head, pulled the tablet out of his hand, pulled the picture on the screen to the corner, and kept enlarging it. Why does this figure look a little familiar?
"What's wrong?"
"He almost hurt her." The man gritted his teeth, his face red with anger, and hammered his hands against the wall, denting it. It looked like he was going to pull out the man whose life or death was in danger and beat him up again.
"Okay." Ares handed the tablet back to him. He shrugged. He wasn't going to pay for the repairs anyway. He put the tablet away. It looked like the captain was going crazy again, but it didn't matter. Someone would stop him anyway. The man stretched his waist, yawned, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Calm down."
"He almost hurt her." Ares repeated the words again.
The deputy captain, who was sitting by the door, had been patient for a long time before finally deciding to tell him the truth to save him from muttering all night long. "She's fine, your favorite guide. She's being well protected by others. You can rest assured, she's not hurt."
"but……"
Ares: "But what?"
"It looks like she already has another Sentinel."
Ares looked up, alarm bells ringing in his heart, "How did you know?"
Deputy Captain: "I saw him when we were out. His rank is higher than yours. The two of us were traveling together in a car. I heard they were going to his house for dinner. It seems like they were in a superior-subordinate relationship."
He heard it clearly, and in order not to upset him, the man considerately did not mention the fact that they were so close together.
"So what?" He said unconvinced after hearing the first half of the sentence, but after hearing the second half, he did not finish his words and fell into a strange silence.
"She has sentinels..." Ares was obviously in deep shock. He didn't expect that he would be the latecomer.
Deputy Captain: "Didn't you meet on the forum?"
"What did she say?"
He tried to recall, "She cared about me a lot, encouraged me to develop hobbies, and asked if I was studying. Before I could reply, someone else interrupted."
The deputy captain corrected him, "Given your current relationship, it doesn't count as 'interference.'" He then asked, "So what was his response?"
Ares didn't care about him at all and didn't remember it. Only then did he take out his laptop, look through the post, and then told the deputy captain the truth, hoping that he could come up with some solution.
"She's on vacation this weekend. Since she's not in the tower and she's interested in history, according to you, she'll probably go to the library in Area B. Do you want to go and wait and see?"
The deputy captain was already used to Ares's gratitude. Apart from commanding battles and fighting personally, the captain knew basically nothing else. Now that the matter was resolved, he looked at everyone and said, "Okay, go back to your rooms and rest. Don't crowd in here."
Xu Shanshan's finger fell on the screen and she looked up and down the other party's message. In fact, it was just greetings and self-introduction, and there was nothing offensive. She clicked on the photo sent by the other party, swallowed her saliva, clicked to shrink, exited, and clicked on the upper right corner to block him.
She is very sorry.
I clicked into the chat box of another person in the address book. There was a green dot under the green-eyed puppy avatar, indicating that he was still online.
He rarely sent messages, but he would reply instantly. She usually initiated contact with him, because he was a bit of an encyclopedia, and since they didn't know each other, it was safer, so she would ask him questions from time to time. And he always had the answers, explaining everything from history, geography, and humanities with great clarity.
She suspected that the other party was a knowledgeable scholar.
After much hesitation, she still couldn't bring herself to delete her Q&A assistant. She might need it later, and since he wouldn't make a fuss, she wouldn't be discovered. She silently brainwashed herself, apologized to him, and explained her behavior.
【It doesn't matter】
So considerate.
“Click——”
The door lock rang, and the man came in carrying a bag. He looked for her in the room and found her hiding behind the wall, looking down at the laptop with a smile on her lips.
Can't bear to leave for even a moment? His mood, which had just improved, plummeted. He closed the door, locked it, and walked in. As he walked, his arms swung, and the items in the plastic bag clattered against each other. He placed it on the table.
She heard it, quickly put down the laptop, put it back into her pocket like a thief, adjusted her facial expression, and walked over.
"Sir."
"What's the matter? Tell me." His eyes looked at the bag, "What you need."
She looked up at the clock. It was still early, but he frowned and didn't seem to want to talk to her. She opened her mouth to explain, but under his gaze, it was like being illuminated by a spotlight, and the darkness in her heart was revealed, and she couldn't utter a word.
"Just say what you want to say."
Her eyes wandered around, she glanced around, and she agreed dryly. Suddenly, she saw a corner of a disc sticking out of the drawer. The album cover was engraved on the cover. She suggested, "Let's listen to some music together."
Music… He didn't have the heart to listen to music. Her scent made him distracted and confused. He was afraid that he would do something inappropriate. He shook his head, stood up and walked up the stairs, his five fingers on the handrail. "A lot has happened today. You should go back to your room and rest early."
Seeing that she didn't respond, he emphasized again, "Go back to your room before 9pm, get a good night's sleep, and don't stay up late."
She'd been brimming with excitement, wanting to confess to him and anticipating his reaction, but his cold words punctured them. She returned to reality and reached for the plastic bag, rummaging through it. It contained several menstrual products and underwear. It looked like he'd bought everything. She wondered why it was such a large bag.
"Get some rest, we'll go out tomorrow morning."
As if he felt his tone was too blunt, he stopped on the second floor and added, "Okay, tomorrow, I'll explain it to him tomorrow. There are still two days left on the weekend, so she can always find an opportunity."
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