Take your fangs, thanks

"Wow!"

Accompanied by a beautiful arc, the football passed through the goalkeeper's arms at a precise angle and fell into the goal behind. The students outside the field cheered lively.

"Freshmen tryouts." Hurst explained in a timely manner, pushing his glasses, looking a bit out of place, "This year's first-year freshmen look pretty good."

"You like football?" Josh asked.

"Ah."

Josh was very surprised. He didn't expect that under Hester's seemingly nerdy appearance, there was still a fanatical heart for outdoor sports.

"...most things in the world can be predicted by calculations. Sports is different. The possibility of accidents is very large until the last second. Football, football in particular, I mean I like it Calculate its angle and parabola each time..."

Well, Josh regrets that he jumped to conclusions too soon.

Due to various reasons, there are many students who come to the football field to watch. The green field has always been a place where blood is exuded. The athletes are running on the field, and the sweat on their foreheads looks crystal clear in the sun.The game was reaching the match point, the two sides competed fiercely, and they were chasing closely, but Josh's attention was drawn away by other places...

He saw the boy sitting quietly in the auditorium. Ten years later, his once immature face had already grown into a handsome and resolute look, with a high nose bridge, deep eyes, and extremely light golden hair. It can be seen in the crowd at once - such a light hair color is really rare in southern Europe.

Josh stared at Rigoletto so fascinated that he didn't even notice the shouting next to him.

"Hey, get out of the way!"

"Josh!" Hester exclaimed in Josh's ear.

Josh finally reacted, but it was too late, the football flying out of the football field was constantly zooming in before his eyes, hitting his eyes.

The strange thing is that Josh's field of vision is still focused on Rigoletto, and everything becomes slow motion, whether it is the damn football or Rigoletto in Josh's eyes... At this moment, Rigoletto, who was sitting across from the auditorium, suddenly raised his head and looked at Josh's position. Afterwards, no one could clearly see how Rigoletto appeared beside Josh, and he quickly flew towards the football. Reach out in the direction you came from.

The football was kicked crookedly. Fortunately, it didn't touch Josh's eyes. You have to know how dense the blood vessels and nerves are there. Being hit by a football that doesn't slow down is simply a nightmare.

Josh felt something rub against the tip of his nose, and he couldn't think about the degree of pain, because he was staring blankly at Rigoletto, that familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Possibly another football hit the chest because the heart was beating so fast.

Riglito's eyes told him that he recognized Josh.In fact, a child's changes after ten years are very big, but all the memories spew out from a corner of the brain when they see each other, good and bad, happy and sad... The ten years of separation seem to be the most important thing. False, this time the eye contact is real.

"Why don't you hide." Rigoletto's seemingly calm face had a hint of anger in his tone, even though Josh didn't know the source of the anger.

"..." Josh opened his mouth, and before he could think about what to say, he suddenly smelled a bloody smell.

Nosebleeds flowed down the bottom of his nose, and who knows which fragile capillary was broken when he was rubbed by the football. It really doesn't look very manly.

Josh rubbed the back of his hand under his nose, and the blood stained his skin, and the bright red seemed to irritate Riglito's nerves.

Josh noticed that Rigoletto felt as if he had been stabbed suddenly by a needle, and he took a small step back. His palm subconsciously covered his mouth, which was exactly the same as the last time he saw him. .An inexplicable anger flowed from Josh's chest to his limbs, turning into a pool of icy water at the ends of his limbs.

Josh looked at Rigoletto coldly, and said word by word: "What does it matter to you?"

Hester, who was on the side, finally realized that the atmosphere was wrong. He flashed in front of Josh to smooth things over: "Hey, Josh, why don't we go to the school infirmary to deal with it." His eyes narrowed between Josh and Li Greto swept back and forth, grabbed Josh's arm, and motioned him to be friendly.

Anyway, this is a well-known figure in the third grade...notoriously difficult to deal with.

Josh didn't speak, he shook off Hester's hand holding him, turned around and walked towards the school infirmary.

Hurst hastily apologized to Riglito twice, and trotted to catch up with Josh.

Before the football touched Josh, Rigoletto blocked most of the power, so even if it hit the face, it was no big deal. It can only be said that Josh's nose was a little too sensitive, and he bled a lot.The school doctor dealt with it briefly, and asked Josh to plug the cotton ball and wait for a while.

Sitting in the observation room, Josh still had a sullen expression.Hurst said cautiously: "Josh, do you know Rigoletto? Uh... I mean it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."

"There's nothing you don't want to say." Josh's tone didn't sound like he was willing to say it.

However, Hurst is emotionally rough and extremely meticulous in logical analysis, "You both are De Winter... Hey, it can't be a remarried family, right? No, then why did you come to school here this semester?"

"Josh!" Annie's shout came from the other end of the corridor, "I heard you were hit by a football, are you okay?"

Annie hurriedly came to Josh, looked up and down, and found that there was nothing wrong: "Oh...it seems nothing is wrong. Is this your classmate next to him?"

"Ah!" Hurst was called suddenly, looked up to see the red-haired senior, blushed and said, "You, hello, my name is Hearst." There is no way, I am willing to discuss physics knowledge with him ( Or one-sided listening) There are too few girls, he doesn't have many friends, and he has too little experience in dealing with girls.

"Anne, Anne Black." Anne held out her hand to him.

Hester wiped his right hand on his trousers, touched Annie's outstretched hand, and quickly retreated.

"Uh, thank you, Senior Rigoletto..." Hirst didn't realize how surprising what he said, and he swore to God that he just wanted to find something to talk about to ease the awkward atmosphere.

Josh reached out to cover Hester's mouth, but it was too late.

"Rigletto?!" Annie looked at the expression on Josh's face and exclaimed, "Which Rigletto?"

"Hmm..." Hester struggled under Josh's hands.

Anne didn't care too much: "Rigletto de Winter?"

Hearst nodded.

Josh dared to say that he now regretted talking to Hearst at the beginning. He gave Hester a murderous look, and then said to Anne forcefully, "You won't tell your parents, will you?"

"Why not?" Annie raised her eyebrows.

"Just no!" Josh exclaimed.

Annie didn't say anything else, she muttered to herself: "I heard that the Moonlight Court has undergone major changes, but I didn't expect them to come directly to the human school..."

"Cough." Josh coughed.

Only then did Annie realize that there was Hearst next to her, but fortunately she kept her voice quiet when she muttered, so she stopped in time.

"Uh, thank you for sending Josh over here, let Josh invite us to dinner?" Annie suggested.

"Why?!" Josh couldn't understand, he was obviously injured, but he still wanted to treat him to dinner?There is no such reason.

"Celebrate the reverse of the moon card, baby." Annie blinked at Josh very slyly, "At the same time, I want to tell you that the card of the wheel of fortune has appeared in the upright position. Josh, don't do it then I really admire my prophecy today."

……

No matter what Josh thought, the three of them went to the restaurant together.

On the way, Hurst pulled Josh in a low voice and asked, "Hey, what's the relationship between Annie and you?"

It's scary to fall in love with a man. Josh was very speechless, so he inquired after the first meeting: "We're fine."

"Oh, that's good, it's okay."

Did you see, falling in love will lose even the only advantage of high IQ, and logic will be fed to the dog.

Josh absently fiddled with the pasta on the plate, the dry cheese and basil leaves on it were all mushy, and Josh didn't see how much he ate.

Suddenly, a dinner plate was placed next to Josh. However, Josh happened to see Rigoletto coming from the corridor of the restaurant behind him, and he didn't notice that the expression of Hearst on the opposite side suddenly became strange.

"Is there anyone here?" It wasn't until a question came from beside him that Josh finally managed to spare some energy and glanced at the dinner plate next to him.

Rigoletto seemed to be looking this way too... Josh was not thinking in this direction, and said "Nobody" vaguely.

The person next to him seemed to laugh and sat down next to Josh.

"Don't you like looking at people when you talk?" The pleasant male voice next to him sounded again. This voice reminded Josh of the lark's singing voice in the mountains and forests, as if he had been specially trained.

Riglito's eyes seemed to move away from Josh. He bought something at the window, and took his dinner to the other end of the restaurant, too far away for Josh to see.

Now Josh finally had the chance to see the boy next to him. To be honest, this face is really beautiful, beautiful but not feminine. He has dark brown shoulder-length hair with a dark green hair at the end. The hair tie was loosely tied.

"Ivan, it's a pleasure to meet your little brother." He looked at Josh with bright eyes, and smiled with white teeth, looking like a descendant of a certain nobleman.

This kind of friendly and elegant conversation is hard for anyone to refuse, and Josh smiled at him: "Josh."

Ivan is a person who is very good at chatting. Sitting at the dining table of the three of Josh and the others, he seems to be able to answer any topic skillfully, whether it is the Tarot cards that Anne chanted, or the quantum theory that Hearst occasionally brought up. With him there seems to be no need to worry about silence.