"Excuse me, are you Herlo's guardian, Mr. Sayero?"

A middle-aged man asked with concern in a concerned tone.

Recognizing that the voice belonged to the terrible dean, Helo narrowed his eyes and lay motionless on the hospital bed, pretending not to have woken up from his coma, peeking through the gap in the curtain at the man standing outside.

As every time he came to school, the man was dressed very elegantly, wearing a long gray trench coat to set off his lean figure elegant and sexy, and the buttons of the white shirt were tightly buttoned to the throat, with a burgundy tie he had chosen himself; He had a dark purple tulip in his pocket, his shoulder-length blonde hair combed back, and his handsome face was cold with gold wire glasses, like a young father called an "elite".

His mind was full of ear-warming fantasies.

"Yes. What's going on with Helo? ”

Hearing the familiar voice reveal suppressed tension, his heart was sweet, as if he smelled the intoxicating fragrance of the tulip.

"Hmm...... That's right, he fainted in the weightlessness simulator during the physical fitness test, and the school doctor said it wasn't a big problem, just some low blood sugar, and he didn't have to go to calculus class tonight. ”

"So, I'll take a leave of absence for him, and the next fitness test session - I mean from now on."

Sayero's tone cooled, and although it was still gentle, it was clearly unkind.

"I remember mentioning this to you when I was in school. This kid's body is not good, but that doesn't kill his outstanding talent and potential, I hope you ...... Don't embarrass him anymore, okay? ”

Sayaro took the tulip in his pocket and sniffed it, grinding it gently between his fingers, but it seemed that he was not pinching the fragile flower stem, but the fat neck of the person in front of him, and the whole person revealed an invisible oppressive force.

The man's throat couldn't help but tighten a little, and he still raised his head arrogantly: "But if he can't pass the physical fitness test, he won't be able to serve in the military like other children in the future." Mr. Sayero, you are an immigrant, but you should know our country's policy in this situation. ”

He coughed dryly, and sternly pointed to the medal under the glass on the table: "The melee between several countries fifteen years ago has not ended, and the interstellar pirates have taken the opportunity to continue to devour the airspace of our solar system, and the end of the world is coming!" Only those who are qualified to become space warriors can step through that school door. We don't waste resources on waste and freaks, we only breed geniuses! ”

Helo's heart sank.

He saw the dean stand up from the couch with his large poop body, but a slender and powerful hand was put on his shoulder, as if he had patted the dust, and then he sat back down, and the couch let out a scream, as if to reprimand his own incompetence.

Why can't you hold on a little longer? It's just a weightless simulator, and it won't really fall to your death!

Helo subconsciously condemned himself.

"I said, I need an exception, Mr. Zhou." Sayaro leaned over slightly, resting the budding tulip on the table, and pulled a round piece of metal from between its petals.

Helo was surprised to recognize it as a secret chip in the casino.

Often, it can be exchanged for a significant sum of money.

The man with the huge sum of money in his hands lowered his head with a smile, leaned close to the ears of the stunned guy on the couch, and placed the metal piece on the table, and with a flick of his fingers, the gadget swirled.

"I can invest in your school, and this money is enough to fund you to build a new campus for you to cultivate what you call 'waste'. I can take it to the police station as well - I know you have hundreds of these things hidden in a drawer, should we stop them? Mr. Zhou... Lifeisagambling.”

Sayero's voice was low and magnetic, his fingertips "clicking" on the metal sheet, and the small actions that are common in this casino are so bold at the moment.

He was met with a silent approbation.

Then came the sound of steady footsteps, approaching him.

Helo closed his eyes tightly, felt a pair of powerful hands hugging his body, and instantly couldn't help but want to tighten the hem of the other party's clothes, and curled up into the man's arms.

The money, the money that Sayaro earned again and again from the treacherous arena, from the dire black market, from the unknown outer space, was spent almost entirely on paying his tuition and treating his congenital diseases.

"Why, dare to continue pretending to me? Forget the lessons of the previous days so quickly? ”

The man lowered his head and tightened him into his arms, the hard Adam's apple rolling over the back of his neck.

"Brother."

He sobbed, struggled to stand up straight on the ground, stood on tiptoe, his forehead not even leveling the man's shoulder, and had to raise his head to look up at the other man's face.

"Let Me ......"

Dropping out of school—he didn't dare to finish the word, but he had already glimpsed the storm in those cloudy and sunny eyes. The calloused fingers ran across his lower lip, and the unfamiliar smell of smoke disturbed his nose.

He opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to kiss the other's fingertips, but the tip of his tongue tasted a little sweet chocolate.

"If you have low blood sugar, don't forget to bring some sugar with you, don't be like a little rabbit who only knows how to eat vegetables all day long."

The height gap that could not be closed was obviously easy to see, and the tall and handsome man looked down at him.

The distance between them was too vague, so close that it seemed that he could have hoped for more, but the distance between them could not be shortened like that little height difference.

The man scraped off the film of the chocolate with his thumb, fed it whole into his mouth, and wiped the corners of his mouth with the hard convex phalanges, a series of movements as if he had just lit a cigarette next, like a spark that flashed and shimmered, and burned the tip of his heart for a while.

He walked in front of the other with his head down, blushing silently, reminiscing about the taste in his mouth.

The sweetness that spreads little by little from the taste buds chews out an indescribable bitterness from the inside. Like the melancholy and demagogic smell of tobacco that Sayaro always has on his body. He stared at Sayero's finger holding the cigarette butt, his gaze lingering on the pale blue veins and clear and hard joints, and when Sayaro reached out to wipe the chocolate sauce from the corner of his lips, he took one of the other fingers in his mouth and licked it lightly with the tip of his tongue. At that time, Sayaro froze for a moment like an electric shock, and with a clear movement, he withdrew his hand with some hesitation, re-clamped the cigarette, lowered his eyelids and frowned, his cheeks sunken deeply, and blurred a qiē with a puff of smoke—kneading his adolescent restlessness and his unresponsive silence into an obscure and hazy gas.

Helo woke up in a sudden heartbeat, a bitter sweetness still lingering in his mouth. He smacked his lips and seemed to have really tasted a chocolate flavor.

The lights on the walls of the sleeping pod emitted a faint blue light, illuminating the small space around him. He's starting to miss Sayero again.

"Shhhh......h Hiss ......"

In the silence, a faint sound sounded from outside the hatch. He tensed up, pricked up his ears to listen, and felt like someone was scratching the bulkhead, walking slowly. It went on for a few moments, and it seemed that the man lingered in the doorway for a moment, and the movement went in the other direction.

Helo turned on the lights in the cabin and the lights on the mechanical bracers, pushed the door open a crack, and peeked out.

The lights of the orbital module were on, and the voltage flickered on and off as if the voltage was unstable, imprinting the pale light on the retina and scraping it away, and he blinked his eyes uncomfortably, and saw a back flashing at the end of the long orbital module.