i am your guide

After half a month, Sith still couldn't find a way to heal Kvir normally.

The ability of the S-level sentinel is too strong, even the top A+-level guide cannot fundamentally cure him, and it cannot be compensated by the current technology in terms of mental body adaptation and mental image resistance.After searching in vain, Sith finally picked up the book he had listed as the last option after repeated loan extensions.

"Analysis of the Possibility of Completely Healing the Sentinel Rebellion from the Guide's Perspective"

It's just that the content of the book is too frightening to the world, requiring a piece to be cut from the spiritual body of the adaptation guide as an active experimental specimen.Sith felt that fundamentally speaking, the point of view of this book could not be realized. The most basic problem is: there is no S-level wizard that matches Kvir.

But after all, it provides a new way of thinking: If the in vivo experiment can be successful, if it is amplified and strengthened on it, will there be a new effect?

As long as it can cure him, it doesn't matter to take the risk.

Sith sat on the edge of the laboratory table and put down the book, and used a post-it note as a bookmark to place it in the place he just read. His plan is not yet complete, and there are still loopholes to be filled.For a second-year student, this kind of experiment is obviously beyond the scope of his academic knowledge. Even though Sith is a relatively talented student, it is still difficult to practice.

It seemed he could seek John's help, but on the sidelines, Sith thought.

"Sis, can you still remember that today is the first round of the aptitude test?" Gao Wen suddenly appeared at the door of the laboratory and said loudly.

Sith hurriedly put away the books and the calculation board in his hand, and Gawain walked in just as he put the things in.

"What are you doing recently, want to get a scholarship for the academic year?" Gawain stretched his neck to glance at the books in Sith's bag, before Sith pushed his face away before he could read them all.He stared at Sith in disbelief, realizing that the guy was always a little absent-minded, hiding something.

"It's nothing, what time does the test start?" Sith put his schoolbag on his back, and adjusted his clothes in front of the full-length mirror next to him.

He was indeed so busy recently that he forgot that this year's quality test had already started.He and Gao Wenwen are the school year combination. Other grades are not allowed to participate in competitions similar to final exams within the school year. This test is not difficult for them, just play casually.

"Sis, you've been acting weird lately." Gawain didn't answer, he leaned against the table and folded his arms to look at the guide who had been with him for more than ten years, his tone was so serious for the first time.

"What's so strange?" Sith looked at him amusedly, not knowing what the sentinel was thinking: he was obviously the same as usual, at most it was because he worked harder in academic research.

"You've worked too hard, and Selina said that you've been researching how to cut off Shia's claws recently." Gawain felt that the situation was out of control when he heard Selina mutter casually one day.He described it in his own words, not missing any expression on Sith's face.

The guide stood under the sun, his slender body was smooth and graceful. He raised his hand and hooked his schoolbag belt, and his eyes were dark and deep when he followed the sound.

A silent torrent brews like a hole in the gap of a deep-sea fault.

"Don't listen to her nonsense." Sith shook his head, he wanted to leave the laboratory, but was blocked in the corridor by Gawain who moved quickly.

"Is it for Kevir?" Gawain's eyes were burning, he had never been so sure as he is now.He saw all the changes in the Sith. Since he met Kvir, the Sith has changed—the guide’s eyes have always followed the sentinel. Delighted expression.

If not like, what else?

Gawain knew that Sith was doing something dangerous, and he couldn't let Sith ruin his career for a certain sentinel.

Sith's heart trembled, and he said softly, "Don't ask."

Facts have proved that Sith didn't understand whether it was right for him to be so persistent in seeking a cure for Kvir, and what did Kvir think?Do you think he is doing too much?Or maybe their relationship is not as good as he thinks it is, after all, Keweier has always been kind to others.

The competition of the quality test was very simple. When Sith stood on the arena, he had no real sense of it. Gawain's falcon was circling in the sky, and the sharp jitters spread throughout the arena.Gawain stood beside Sith, and said softly, "I hope you have a sense of proportion, no matter who it is for."

The light of the searchlight rushed towards him, and the guide's face was extremely pale under the light. He tensed his arms, and heard the warning and solemnity in Gao Wen's tone.

"Okay," Sith said.

The countdown bell rang, and Sith rushed out first.

Gawain seldom talked to Sith in this manner. Since he was a child, he always felt that Sith was a very mysterious child: he knew a lot, was decisive and calm in situations, and had a clear mind.He seldom saw Sith lose his mind because of something hot-headed, and he also felt that he was far more mature and stable than his peers. The only thing that made him lose control seemed to be Keweier.

The pitch-black mental power spread silently. Gawain's fighting style was different from that of Kavier. Compared with the thunderous S-rank sentinel, Gawain used his sharpness and flexibility to deal with opponents more often.He is good at finding loopholes and gaps to defeat the enemy with one blow, and he is not as oppressive as Kvir.

But Sith and Gawain have been cooperating longer and more skillfully.

The door of the stand on the second floor opened quietly, and there were only a few spectators hidden in the dark corner. Most of them were combat observers forced by the school, and occasionally a few students came to spy on the enemy.The stairs covered with luminous strips lead to the platform on the second floor, at the end you can see the whole stadium.

Some students who watched the excitement turned their heads and found Keweier pushing the door and entering.

The chief sentinel wore the college's uniform black and white uniform to look like a slim military uniform. Alec followed behind him, and the two seemed to just take a casual look.

"I didn't expect you to come to see Sith's game, obviously there is no suspense." Alec walked with a lollipop in his mouth, slurring his words.He glanced at the battle situation below, and leaned against the hanging handrail with a paralyzed body.

Gawain and Sith's offensive rhythm was excellent, especially Sith, a guide actually stole the limelight from the same group of sentries.His style of play is sharp and fierce, pressing every step of the way without giving others a chance to breathe.

The sharp-edged guide really catches the eye.

"There is no class today." Kevill said, imitating Alec's appearance and half lying on the armrest, with his fingertips resting on his elbows.He saw Sith in the middle of the field at a glance: the guide didn't release his spiritual body, and he didn't even bother to manifest his spiritual power. Gawain's falcon circled in the air, folded its wings and landed on Sith's shoulder.

The sharp eagle's talons pinched the guide's shoulders, and when Sith tilted his head, his eyes were cold, and he raised his hand to comfort the falcon's beak, which made Gawain beside him dissatisfied: "Don't touch it."

"Troublesome." Sith gave Gawain a blank look. He stretched his shoulders and threw the falcon into the air, and he was used to cooperating with Gawain when he charged forward.

There are a lot of tacit understandings that cannot be dissipated by short-term unfamiliarity and separation. For example, Sith knew that Gawain liked to rotate his feet to the eleven o'clock direction when he punched; Sith will launch an auxiliary attack from his right side; for example, Gawain hates Sith touching his mental body.

Sith has a very strange characteristic: he can easily be accepted by all the sentries, no matter what kind of spirit body will show him a gentle and even submissive attitude, if the relationship between Gawain and Sith is close enough, he will When meeting him, he couldn't resist—this kind of resistance was not voluntary, Gao Wen felt that it was forced.

It's a bit like the leapfrog suppression of a high-ranking wizard.

Hell, he is clearly an A-level sentinel, how could he be overwhelmed by a B+-level guide?

The fight was over quickly and they won easily.Sith stood on the court and waited for the scorer to enter the first round score into the system.He hooked his school uniform jacket in the crook of his arm, and when he looked up at the clock, he found a familiar figure beside the stands upstairs.

The words that came out did not go through the brain, and the smile on Sith's face was rippling. He leaned forward and shouted upstairs: "Kevier!"

The sentinel stood in a place against the light, his figure blended into the pitch black, slender and bony, only his hair, which was as bright as the sun, still retained its bright color.Keweier followed the prestige, and also waved to Sith downstairs.

Although separated by a distance of more than ten meters, it seems to be close at hand.

When Keweier and Alec came down, it happened that Sith was done. The guide hooked up his clothes and ran to Keweier, asking why he appeared here.

The guide who had just come down from the arena had sweat on his forehead, but stars in his eyes.Students walked past them one after another, all with gossip and inquiring eyes.Kevill didn't care about other people's opinions. He just gently wiped the water droplets from Sith's forehead with his fingers, and said with a smile, "I came to see you play."

"Did Kevill skip class for me?" Sith smiled, and he stood side by side with Kevir, completely forgetting Gawain behind him.

So don't make fun of anyone who cares more about sex than friends. When it's their turn, they can't escape.

With a gloomy expression, Gao Wen watched the two people who had a good chat in front go out. He frowned and turned his eyes away when Alec looked over.

He has no objection to who Sith likes, but if this love is not taken seriously by that person, who can bear the pain that Sith couldn't ask for? ——After all, according to Keweier's identity, would he really be with a B+ level guide?

Sith never thought about whether he liked Kvir, because the feeling of "like" was too far away for him: he had never experienced the heartbeat of union fever, nor did he know what it was like to fall in love with someone.Gao Wen once said that when he saw Selina holding a stray cat under the bronze lion statue on campus one day, he felt the pulse of love.On the other hand, Sith, he never thought that one day he would include someone in his future plans, and even subconsciously feared falling in love with someone.

He knows too many things: theoretical analysis, experimental calculation, guiding lessons, combat practice; there seems to be only one thing he doesn't know: admitting that he is in love with someone.

So when he was in a daze for the [-]st time in the laboratory that night, he suddenly grabbed John who was passing by, and said solemnly, "John, what do you think of Kevel?"

This question stunned John. The scholar, who was exhausted for the experiment, was wearing a loose white coat. The freshly ground coffee in his hand was still full of aroma, and he almost spilled it under violent movements.John looked at Sith suspiciously, and replied blankly: "Very good, S-rank sentinel."

"I'm not talking about this, I'm saying..." Sith let go of John annoyed, the usually eloquent and excellent student who gave a half-hour classroom academic presentation on the podium suddenly couldn't organize the language well, he muffled Gestures, I couldn't find a good wording for a while.

He wanted to ask: What kind of person do you think Kevil would like?

But it seems that it is not realistic to ask such a question. After all, many people only have the impression of "Imperial Genius" and "S-Class Sentinel" of Kevill. Not many people have close contact with him, and they cannot meet or touch him. .

The two excellent experimenters stared blankly under the accompaniment of the instrument running, Sith didn't speak, and John didn't understand what kind of charade the child was playing.Holding the cup, he took a sip of coffee, frowned, and said, "What do you want to say?"

"I mean, in terms of personality, what do you think of Kavier?" Sith changed the subject and leaned to one side to ask.

"Brave, powerful, talented, outrageously tall...Anyway, he can be used as a compliment." John smiled casually, he shrugged, his eyebrows and eyes were teasing, but he seemed serious.

Sith nodded and remained silent. He felt that his question was not well asked, and he failed to correctly understand the intention of himself as the questioner: he clearly wanted to ask this is not what he wanted to ask.

The guide was still contemplating the second round of insinuations, but unexpectedly the restless student opposite, who was supposed to sit in the examination room and answer the questions, suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "Do you like Kevel?"

As soon as the word "like" came out, Sith subconsciously wanted to avoid it, and his denial was a little hasty and hasty: "Of course not."

The guide is like a hedgehog with soft thorns all over his body. When he encounters troubles that he can't solve, he starts to curl up into a small ball, and at the same time, he closes his eyes and peeks out.If someone came to ask him "what's the matter with you?", he would just continue to shrink, and then muffled: "I'm fine".

Sith's thoughts were in a mess, he leaned against the corner and shook his head.John was a little disappointed: "I thought you liked him, after all, you seem to care about him."

Are you caring?

Shouldn't this be the case between good friends?

"Me." Sith's voice paused, and he couldn't find a valid reason: for someone who is willing to take risks and try dangerous experimental methods in exchange for a slim hope, could this kind of relationship be pure friendship?

"Kavier is a very good person, I just hope he has a better future." Sith's voice was very soft, but it was inexplicably clear in the laboratory.The sound of the instrument running covered the sound of footsteps, and Sith let out a long breath. He didn't know who he was speaking to.

Maybe it was convincing John, or maybe it was convincing himself.

The guide raised his head compromisingly, and the smile he regained suddenly froze when his eyes met someone's eyes. Then, Sith froze in place at a loss, as if being splashed from head to toe by a bucket of cold water, and the burning heat was completely extinguished , full of regrets.

Because Keweier was standing at the door, the sentinel's shoulders were stained with light spots hanging from the sky, and his expression was extremely pale.

For some reason, Sith saw loss and heartbreak in his eyes.

It was only then that the guide was convinced that Kevil had heard his words:

Say you don't like him.