Holographic Showdown

"Everything here seems to have become interesting and alive from the moment you came. I miss you more than I imagined. I touch with the childishness and dependence of my childhood, and at the same time I am testing myself. I feel like my liking paired with a dazzling you suddenly becomes dirty and cheap. 』

The outstanding wound healing ability of high-level alphas is a powerful manifestation of the real deal, and the medicines used by military doctors basically contain a large amount of ingredients that accelerate wound adhesion and scarring, so the recuperation period of the volunteers in the Middle East has never exceeded five years. sky.

Xie Zhen recovered very well, even faster than he expected. He accidentally learned that Shen Yunting was a senior colonel transferred from his home country by the League of Nations when he practiced on the shooting range. It is said that during the few days when he was recuperating his body, with his superb fighting ability, he beat up several young and energetic alphas in the barracks to the point of calling him big brother.

Sometimes it is difficult for Xie Zhen to connect the strict and solemn instructor and the image of the good brother Shen Yunting left to him. Although they also fought, it was because of special circumstances and how It wouldn't be as miserable as those alphas with bruised noses and swollen faces.

The first time they fought was when Xie Zhen was recommended to the United Nations University at the age of 17. After Xie Zhen got the quota, he didn’t know where his brain was broken. He yelled that he wanted to join the army. The army in the area where people stayed, made Shen Yunting, who had just returned from the border, half-dead in anger.

That fight was indeed fierce, Xie Zhen accepted the move knowingly that it was not Shen Yunting, the opponent seemed to show no mercy at all, and seemed to be stuck at an imperceptible point of restraint, giving him the clearest lesson.

It wasn't anyone who provoked it first, but Shen Yunting almost gritted his teeth after repeated efforts to persuasion were ineffective, and casually said to him: "Alright, I'll take you to the fighting arena at the headquarters now, you can fight with me, If you win, I will agree with you to join the army, and I will talk to Dad. But if you lose, just study hard for me, and don't think about these messes all day long."

Unexpectedly, Xie Zhen seemed to see hope, and agreed without even thinking about it. Of course, the ending was dragging his tired body and walking silently under the dim street lights, but he didn't know that a black Bentley was following behind him from the beginning to the end, and the speed of the car dropped to [-]%. It was very slow, but the owner of the car never honked the horn and walked quietly with him.

It hurts his waywardness but he always chooses silent connivance.

"Raise your arms a little higher."

Shen Yunting's voice brought him back to reality from the overlapping and staggered memories, and he realized the momentary moment of stupefaction. The only thing that told him that this person was standing behind him was the familiar fragrance of plum blossoms, like a wave of falling flowers. The cold ice and snow in the hot and dry desert, and the white flower buds blooming in the dry and barren land, brought him a great sense of security

Just as Xie Zhen wanted to do so, he asked Shen Yunting to gently drag his elbow and move it up a few finger widths. He searched for a long time for a suitable angle and finally found it as he wished, and decisively pulled the trigger.

Hit the bullseye, ten rings.

Shen Yunting slightly nodded in praise: "Not bad."

Xie Zhen put away his gun, and did not rush to distance himself from him as strangely as before, but naturally sniffed the light but calming plum fragrance in the air, and kept at a position that was not sticky but just right to get close, looking back You can see the gentle eyes of the other party, but he chooses to lower his head to fiddle with the gun, without raising his head, he said: "This point is to train the scout detachment, why are you here?"

"There is nothing to train when the quality of the basic level has reached the upper limit." Shen Yunting said slowly, "With this time, it is better to let them participate in actual combat. Learning to adapt is the best way to break through the upper limit."

Xie Zhen lowered his head and fiddled for a while, then suddenly raised his head and asked an irrelevant question: "Have you ever soloed with Creel?"

"Who?" Shen Yunting only had different strengths for the alphas in the barracks, and the names were random notes. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't find any clues, "I have no impression."

"A red lion from Italy. It looks good. Its moves are fancy but its strength is good."

Xie Zhen briefly and clearly summarized Creel's characteristics. Shen Yunting probably thought of some related content, and answered with a little bit of sudden realization: "Oh, he. I met him once. He is probably the leader of this area. But we haven’t played against each other yet, so today should be fine.”

"Why," Shen Yunting carefully tasted a few secret-like guesses from Xie Zhen's praise-like evaluation, "You can't beat him? Or are you looking forward to me fighting him?"

I only heard Xie Zhen nod lightly, and at the end he seemed to feel unwilling, and then added: "It's [-]-[-], anyway, every fight with him is at least hourly, and if you fight for half a day, you can't tell the winner. It is to abstain and surrender at the same time.”

If it is not crushed by absolute strength, which alpha will take the initiative to confess that it is not the opponent of the opponent?What's more, Xie Zhen and Creel haven't reached the point where there is an absolute standard of strength distinction.

Hearing the sound, Shen Yunting raised a soft smile on the corners of his lips, reached out and took the 98K that was about to be destroyed by Xie Zhen, and the corners of his lips curled up as if regretting the misfortune of this gun. Lowering down a bit, he said softly, "Then do you want to see how he is being pressed and rubbed on the ground?"

"What are you doing?" Xie Zhen looked up at him.

A gust of cool wind blew slowly by the ear, blowing the broken hair, stirring up the sand on the ground and sweeping towards them. Xie Zhen's eyes were very sensitive to the air current mixed with dust, and he just wanted to raise his hand to cover his eyes , Unexpectedly, the person behind him moved to his side at some point, and it happened to be the inevitable direction of the wind blowing.

Surprised and puzzled, Shen Yunting pulled out the pistol pinned to his waist, raised his right hand neatly, avoiding Xie Zhen, and lay it straight in front of him, pressing his index finger down the moment his arm straightened. Trigger, the bullet hit a desert lizard not far away.

When the weak and thin smoke from the muzzle of the gun slowly dissipated, Shen Yunting calmly lowered his arms, turned sideways and skillfully put the gun back into the gun case where the pistol was placed at his waist.

At that time the wind stopped, only the hand was still hanging in the air, Xie Zhen was slow to react this time and understood what happened in the few breaths just now.

Without waiting for him to say something to relieve the awkward quiet atmosphere, Shen Yunting raised his hand to take off his military cap, and gently put it on the top of his head, not more or less stuck in a sharp whistle blowing. The moment before the sound, the next second, finally Xie Zhen cast his eyes on him.

But he turned around resolutely and walked away step by step, his steps were corrected and neat. Xie Zhen pinched the brim of his hat and shouted behind him: "I think!"

"What?" Shen Yunting responded quickly, but he didn't look back. Seeing that the person was getting further and further away, Xie Zhen finally raised the volume and said loudly, "I want to see you rubbing him on the ground." Like, can you?"

Shen Yunting turned his back to him and smiled purely: "Of course."

At night, the military camp was brightly lit. To celebrate the last battle in Bahamut City, firewood was set up in the open space of the camp training ground to light a bonfire. This cluster of flames became a dazzling light in the military camp that gradually melted into the night.

The dinner in the military camp is different from the regular gathering of friends. There are many soldiers from different countries gathered here. The cultural differences lead them to choose the most primitive and simple way to celebrate. talk freely.

Xie Zhen was dragged by Admiral Luo Wei and poured a lot of high-concentration vodka, which is said to be a special product of the chief's hometown. He sighed that the special product was really unique, so he found an excuse to escape and was able to return to the one by the campfire that was originally his own. position.

He didn't care about dirty things, he sat down as soon as he bent his legs, Creel picked up the full porcelain bowl and handed it over, and looked at Xie Zhen's eyes, which were already stained with a little pink, and his eyes were moist Transparent, interpreting the word "eye-catching" to the extreme.

"Am I a wine jar?" Xie Zhen was the first to interrupt the strange atmosphere. After thinking about it, he gave enough face. After taking the wine, he raised his head and poured it down. , slowly raised a smile, "Why don't you go play, pfft... Mr. Gloucester?"

Gloucester is Creel's surname, which is probably a prominent and famous family in Italy, so whenever Creel mentions his full name, there is always a kind of pride and pride engraved on his face.

Creel is very happy to be called that by outsiders, but it's a pity that most of the barracks are rough men, so it's rare to hear someone call him that. Startled.

Subconsciously wanted to take a sip of wine to cover up his embarrassment, but accidentally touched the wound on a certain joint, the pain caused the facial features to wrinkle together, so he could only grin his teeth and reply: "Hey, dear, you don't know what I'm doing today. What a hell of luck, your brother must have been too ruthless!"

Xie Zhen didn't know how he smiled. Such an expression changed into the most natural and straightforward bait in Creel's eyes. He blushed for the second time, turned his head and didn't look directly at Xie Zhen. With his heart pounding on the pillow, he said, "God, don't tell me you like wooden people like that."

"Ah..." In the dark, Xie Zhen felt that the scene in front of him was becoming unreal. He couldn't see clearly, so he could only look at him with hazy eyes, "Can't I like him? It's not my own..."

Creel had never been in such close contact with this Piccolavolpe as today, and the adrenaline surged, and at the same time, the increasingly clear and violent heartbeat was also prompting him to blush all the way to his neck.

He even calculated how many centimeters were left between the two bodies before they collided, until an alpha stretched out his powerful arms to grab the drunken Xie Zhen into his arms, bent over and slowly helped him up, carrying He walked away without a word.

Only Creel, who was blushing and heartbeating, was left stunned.

There are not many stars tonight, but they are bright and bright just right. Xie Zhen was half-dragged and half-embraced by Shen Yunting to leave the bonfire party along the way. The drunkenness spread to his cheeks. Even if the cold wind blows, it is just a drop in the bucket Effect.

Shen Yunting naturally also drank, but not as much as him, the pheromone mixed with the faint smell of wine adhered to his body, Xie Zhen threw himself into his arms in a daze and did not speak.

The other party was panicked by his actions, thinking that he was suffering from alcohol, and quickly lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xie Zhen's voice was soft and hoarse when he was drunk, he hugged his waist unscrupulously, and said coquettishly that he didn't realize: "It smells good..."

Shen Yunting supported his shoulders and moved his steps, and his back touched the wall of the small wooden room where the sundries were placed. Even he didn't realize that he took Xie Zhen to the most inconspicuous campsite in a half-drunk state. to the corner.

There was silence all around, he relaxed his body and let Xie Zhen hug him so tightly, while he lowered his head and used the starlight to trace Xie Zhen's facial features, unexpectedly the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Xie Zhen squinted his eyes and pressed against his chest, and his pink cheeks turned red one by one. After a while, the other party suddenly raised his head. Shen Yunting mistakenly thought that he had woken up from some wine, so he quickly withdrew his gaze and put the hand on his back. Who would have thought that Xie Zhen would just stare blankly at him for a long time after raising his head.

It was only then that Shen Yunting realized that he might have just reached the stage of drinking, so he swept his hand lightly at the end of his eyes, and asked slowly: "Do you know who I am?"

After looking at each other for a long time, Xie Zhen unfolded a childlike innocent and harmless smile, and softly called him: "Brother..."

"Call me by my name." The Adam's apple on Shen Yunting's neck moved involuntarily, seeing that he was silent, he moved a little closer quietly, and repeated softly, "Hey, call me by my name."

He was very afraid that Xie Zhen would look like himself to everyone when he was drunk.

"Shen...Yunting...um..." He didn't seem to like it after being called by the full name, and said childishly, "Brother..."

Xie Zhen's drunken appearance is docile like a cat, but his every move always glows with the tenderness of a red fox. For example, the next second he raised his hand without warning and put it on Shen Yunting's slender neck. The protruding Adam's apple curled up with fingertips and scratched.

Obviously it was just a light touch like a superficial touch, but every touch of the skin gave Shen Yunting a tingling sensation like an electric shock. He almost gasped for breath and grabbed the troublesome hand, trying to reprimand him in a low voice but found that he was right. This person couldn't be cruel at all, so he had to give up and say: "Don't...don't make trouble."

"Brother..." Xie Zhen struggled a few times and found that he couldn't let go of his hands at all, half-closed his eyes, his eyes were wet, and he was about to shed tears and vent his anger, and even leaned closer. "...It hurts...you let go...I know I was wrong..."

Shen Yunting couldn't stand him looking at him with such pitiful eyes. If he continued to look at him, he would have to move a ladder for his little fox cub to pick stars from the sky. Unexpectedly, he withdrew some strength from his hands, thank you So he took the opportunity to break free from the shackles. Coincidentally, the drunken hand broke once after exerting force, and the right to freedom fell limply on his shoulders after gaining freedom.

Xie Zhen's gaze fell on his protruding Adam's apple again, and he grabbed his shoulder and leaned over to kiss him.

"Zai Zai..." He whispered, raising his hand to touch the top of the man's head.

The night wind blows slowly over the army camp, and the bonfire party is not yet over. The soldiers drink wine round after round, and the alcohol molecules are dispersed in the cool breeze along with the exhaled air.

And next to the utility room in a corner of the military camp, a pair of overlapping figures loomed under the starlight.

Shen Yunting didn't know how he kissed him, he didn't know how he grabbed his hand and pushed him against the wall, and he didn't know how he lost control and kissed him fiercely.

They hugged and kissed each other, as if there was an endless love that needs to be expressed through the interweaving and confusion of breaths, if time could stand still, they would be willing to indulge in this lingering love forever.

Kiss until the vicissitudes of life frozen in time are also shattered, kiss until the day when the sea dries up, and finally even the eyes belong to the other party.

Shen Yunting has never been in a relationship, and he doesn't know how to get what he wants, but he keeps asking for the breath in his mouth, and keeps taking him for himself.

The ambiguous factor confused the smell of wine and permeated the air. When his lips parted, Shen Yunting stared deeply at the person in front of him with red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why did you pick up the rabbit someone gave you?"

Xie Zhen was originally confused by the drunken energy, but after such a toss, his eyes became even more bewildered, and he could only answer instinctively: "He looks like you."

At the end, Xie Zhen held back his sobs and said, "I miss you so much."

"Really?" He asked in a flustered breath, as long as he lowered his head, he could touch his forehead, and asked cautiously, "Can you say it again? I didn't hear you clearly, just once, okay?"

Xie Zhen raised his head to kiss the bridge of his nose: "I miss you, I miss you so much, and I don't like this place, there is no desert rabbit you caught for me..."

It is true to speak the truth after drinking. Although his thoughts are fuzzy, as long as he can say it, it is definitely the truth. Xie Zhen's soft reaction and speech made Shen Yunting feel that it is not true, because he is not sure After waking up, can they still summon up the courage to express their hearts to each other?

"Do you know..." Shen Yunting said softly, "I like you."

Xie Zhen gasped unconsciously: "What... what?"

Shen Yunting lowered his head and kissed his ear, his slightly hoarse voice was even more depressed, and he said to him: "I love you, just because I like you."

I know you won't remember anything when you wake up tomorrow morning, but I still want to tell you this, because only at this moment can I break that barrier, take off my brother's identity and tell you that I love you.

Thank you, I like you.

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