i am your guide

Alec swore that when he received Keweier's message in the dormitory, the fruit in his hand was almost stuck on the bed.

With trembling hands as if he saw a big secret, he put Huo Lun's small love lunch box aside and neatly arranged it. With trembling fingers, he repeatedly confirmed that the person who sent the message was his boss who was extravagantly beating bachelors even if his heart moved.

The world has become fantasy, turned upside down, and reorganized, and his boss love affair has just begun!

The feeling of combining heat is very wonderful, the whole person is like being thrown into a raging fire to be roasted, the eager desire can swallow people's reason in an instant, and the physiological instinct on the other hand ignites the love between Xiao Xiangjian to the extreme The state of conquest, possession, all in sight.

Because Keweier's spiritual level is too high, no one can trigger his combination fever, so no matter how hype and lifelike it is in the book, Keweier can't experience it personally.

He moved his gaze calmly to the guide in front of him who had been missing the target all the time, and the thought just now made his heart palpitate.

The guide was in his arms just now, and he actually had the urge to hug the guide and kiss him.

"Literally..." Alec smacked his lips and sent his words carefully.

Literally, I want to hold him in my arms.

Keweier looked at the five words in silence, and his eyes turned to Sith's back.

It's going crazy.

……

Later, Kevill, who was extremely enthusiastic, not only taught Sith to shoot, but even taught him to disassemble the gun and restore it. Sith has always learned quickly and used it with ease.

On the last night, Sith stood at the door of the dormitory and waved at Keweier in the night wind, smiling, "Kuweier, see you tomorrow!"

Tomorrow is the day when the whistle to race officially starts.

Sith waited for that day with great anticipation, and he wanted to fight alongside Kvir.

The opening ceremony of the whole-year whistle competition was extremely grand, and the atmosphere of the whole college was full of joy. Balloons, ribbons and banners can be seen everywhere passing through various small streets and alleys, decorating the college with a strong academic atmosphere on weekdays.

The campus forum was sent to the Saitu version, and the tactical analysis posts, forecast posts, and gossip posts were flying all over the sky. In order to increase the attendance, the college specially arranged the time in the evening when students generally had no classes.

One of the most eye-catching is the combination of Sith and Keweier.

This topic was first brought up by Kavier. As usual, the gossip people who guessed who the partner of the chief sentinel of the Imperial Academy searched the entire academy, and finally picked up the identity of that person from "someone in the know". The entire academy There was an uproar.

The chief sentinel and the second-year chief guide team up. Is there anything that can't happen in this world?

After the magnificent opening ceremony, the knockout round began.

The 648 registered teams will have three knockout matches to determine the 81 teams that advance to the second round.Perhaps for the atmosphere of the opening performance, the school committee arranged Keweier and Sith in the first performance very cunningly.

The muffled sound of footsteps echoed in the dark and straight forward passage, and the light of the off-white wall lamp fell on Sith's shoulders. He was wearing a black and white school uniform, with the number plate of the same group as Kevill pinned to his chest.

Kevill, as the representative of the contestants, arrived at the player channel one step ahead of Sith. They had previously agreed to meet at the entrance and waited for Sith to come over.

Sith unbuttoned the cuffs and folded them up twice casually. After a short while, the passionate shouts of the students came from a distance. He looked up towards the exit, and his gaze was attracted by the man beside the exit.

Kevill stood there, the soldier's ability and sternness silently stimulated Sith's nerves, his whole body was immersed in the slanting light coming in from outside the door, and his golden hair was dyed with the brilliance of the stars in the sky.

Hearing Sith's footsteps, Kevill turned his head for a moment, with an extremely warm smile on his face.

"It's our turn," he said.

His heart was beating like a drum, and the tips of Sith's ears were reddish. He walked to the place beside Keweier, and lightly touched the side of Keweier's leg with the back of his hand: "Let's go?"

"Hmm." Kevill's brows narrowed, and a smile spread from the corner of his lips.

The deafening cheers drowned out the sound of the countdown, and the white light projected from above the arena turned into broken shadows in Sith's eyes. He stood behind Kevill and looked at his opponent.

Combat is imminent.

……

The opening match went as smoothly as cutting melons and vegetables. When Kevier took off the number plate of the sentinel on the opposite side, Sith hadn’t finished fighting with the guide on the opposite side. He pointed out that Sith argued with Keweier twice about this matter when he was still stepping down. sentence.

"What did you say when you came on stage? You agreed to wait for me?" Sith said dissatisfiedly, shaking his clothes.

"I'm waiting for you." Keweier said seriously with the corners of his lips curled up.

"Yeah, wait for me to stand on the stage alone and kick that friend off the stage?" Sith hissed, not in a very beautiful mood.

To be honest, they still don't have a particularly perfect cooperation. Maybe the opponent's level is too weak or they are both too strong. No matter how they play, they seem to be fighting on their own.Although Kavier admitted in his heart that Sith was powerful and would no longer protect him, he still didn't have a strong sense of cooperation in combat.

"I don't care, I'm angry, Keweier, you have to make it up to me." Sith began to cheat.

Keweier was silent for a while, and he didn't speak for a long time. Seeing his state, Sith thought that Keweier was unhappy because his words were too casual.

I'll just say it casually, don't take it seriously, how can I be so delicate.

"Okay." Keweier responded.

it is good?

Sith blinked.

"How do you want me to compensate you?" Kevel asked.

"I want to go to the mall..." Sith licked his lips, squinted and smiled.

God knows that he wanted to go to the newly opened shopping mall next to the school for a long time, but he didn't have time after school started.

"Yes, but... can you accompany me to a place first?"

???

……

When he reached the 'one place' that Kavier said, Sith showed a very strange and hesitant expression.

The slow-paced bass music is mixed with the sound of the electronic organ, the drum kit is beating one after another, and the cold perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol is a bit unreal.The glare in the bar is shaking slowly, there are not many customers during the day, and the noisy main hall is empty at night, the bartender is chatting with the bartender behind the order counter.

Kevill led Sith in familiarly, and went straight to the order bar.

Getting closer, Sith saw the bartender in a tuxedo.

The brown curly hair is permed into wool rolls, and the delicate and unusual face is somewhat world-weary, but those peach eyes are full of cynicism that is extremely inconsistent with his appearance.He lightly tapped the bottleneck of Lafite in his hand, and his eyes burst into light as he looked at Keweier.

"A rare guest—" he dragged his voice.

"How's the business going?" Kevill sat down next to him before taking Sith.

Kevill is tall and has long legs. His slender legs are curled up on a high pedestal. His body with strong and obvious lines is slightly arched. The arc of his jaw passes through the slightly raised Adam's apple and sinks into the neckline. The strong hormonal explosion caught Sith's sight .

The sentinel still looks good... He swallowed, and looked away with difficulty.

"That's right, who is this?" The bartender smiled freely, and paused slightly when his eyes fell on Sith.

It's really strange, Keweier usually never brings anyone here.

Has someone finally broken into Keweier's small world?

"My guide." Kevier said with a smile.

Sith paused in his heart, raised his eyes to look at Keweier, and happened to bump into Keweier's sight.

The gentle, perfectly normal gaze without any ambiguity made Sith's heart suddenly boil.

In a sense, it was indeed his guide, after all, they formed a team, didn't they?

But why does this sound so wrong?

"Hmm..." Sith murmured, admitting it.

The bartender's eyes showed a little bit of relief and relief. He rubbed his wrists and said with a loud smile, "Since I'm Kevill's guide, I have to show some crafts to entertain him."

"A glass of tequila sunrise." Keweier was very rude.

Sith is not interested in bars, nor is he interested in wine. Asking him to order some wine is simply fatal, and he never takes the initiative to touch these intoxicating things during the endless days of desperately trying to survive.It was just that sitting in front of the bar at that time, listening to Keweier familiarly say the name of the wine, the throbbing in my heart faintly emerged.

Much later, when Sith asked Kavier why he ordered Tequila Sunrise at that time, Kwill rarely revealed his true intentions.

Under the orange-yellow radiance, crimson is deposited, and the light penetrating the night is more dazzling than any starlight. Thank you for walking into my life and becoming the sunrise I dreamed of.

Kevill said something to the bartender, and Sith on the side licked his wine with his lips, like a kitten that has never had milk. After he took two sips, he was attracted by the color of the sunrise, and he was stunned. Dare to drink more.

He wanted to take a picture, so artistic!

So after Kevill finished chatting, Sith was still sipping the remaining half of his glass of wine.

"Would you like to have a sip? It's quite delicious." Sith shook his small white teeth and pushed the cup towards Keweier.

"Really?" Kevill reached out to take it, and his thin lips were printed on the place Sith had just licked.

The lip prints on the transparent goblet were stained with the scent of alcohol. Sith's eyes trembled and focused. He watched the orange-red liquid being tasted by Kevill through his slightly parted lips. He suddenly realized something——

Indirect kissing? !

This terrifying realization took all of Sith's attention away. He rubbed his pants secretly, his head almost shrunk into the black and white stand-up collar uniform.

The crimson clouds are as dazzling as the sunrise of Tequila, red from the neck to the roots of the ears.

Keweier didn't notice it, he pursed his lips, and when the tip of his tongue licked the teeth, there was a strange sense of temptation, but his eyes were all natural.

When shopping in the mall, Sith always had the scene of Kevil drinking in his mind.

He didn't know why a sentinel was so seductive, could it be that his guide's thinking was not correct? ?

As night fell, the two returned to school on time. Under the street lights, Sisyan said to Keweier, "See you tomorrow!"

But - tomorrow, no goodbye.