The night passed like this, and the rich second generation was finally knocked out again, and then the room was cleaned up, and the two returned the same way. However, this time the two made a bit of a big fuss, and no matter how they cleaned it up in a short period of time, they still left a lot of traces. For example, nosebleeds on bed sheets can't be removed, let alone the smell of barbecue in the room, but that's all there is to it in a hurry.

When Kevin uttered those "romantic" lines, the air fell silent. Kevin could feel that Little Spoon was initially a little agitated, but quickly calmed down, and it was difficult to tell if it was the Assassin's mental qualities or if it was not interesting to Kevin.

The little spoon didn't respond, Kevin could only laugh dryly and divert the topic, and then beat the rich second generation again......

After going back, the two separated from each other, and greeted each other when they parted, as if nothing had happened. It was Kevin who said it so suddenly that Little Spoon didn't know how to respond. Or the little spoon doesn't like Kevin, and is thinking about how to refuse. Kevin also doesn't know.

Back in the school dormitory, Kevin was lying alone in bed, originally wanting to take some time to catch up on sleep, but he couldn't sleep for a while. People are still in a state of euphoria, and they have been a little worried about the reaction of the little spoon in their hearts. But with the current relationship between the two, it shouldn't be too embarrassing even if they refuse, right?

Will we be like other couples, holding hands, hugging? or even further, we ...... Lift high and spin in circles. Even further, we ...... To create a combo skill, you need the kind of combination nirvana that has the same heart!

Kevin was so addicted to his mind that he couldn't sleep, and even wondered what the president would say if he showed off a combo special move in front of the Assassin Guild.

In the end, Kevin didn't fall asleep and went back to work during the day. Thankfully, librarians are not a high-intensity job, and it is no problem to sleep in a chair for a while.

On the other hand, the little spoon was also in a complicated mood at this time, and no one could say anything about it, so he could only think silently alone. What was that yesterday? Was it Kevin's confession to himself?

However, judging from Kevin's usual habits, this also seems to be unintentional funny. Maybe it's a bit of a problem with the strength of the funny, but it's possible to talk too heavy or light occasionally, maybe it's just a momentary gaffe? If you take the funny as true, it's really funny.

And if Kevin is serious, should he accept it? This question, the little spoon himself is also at a loss. If it was a few years ago, maybe she wouldn't have been so dazed, and she had a more blind admiration for Kevin. But now the little spoon has also experienced a lot, but it is more hesitant.

Of course, Kevin can be friends, but can he be a husband? Little Spoon tries to imagine what it would be like if the two were really together? Is it really when he is seventy or eighty, continue to fight the rich second generation?

What else will it be? It will definitely be different from the average couple, maybe...... There's also combos and stuff like that.

For the first time, Little Spoon felt that he seemed to be able to read Kevin. Kevin is actually very simple, he does things based on the logic of reality, and he is a pure atheist. But on the other hand, he's a funnyman. And the so-called funny, and most of the funny are accidental, even unreasonable.

The perennial funny thinking has made his thinking almost slippery. He is keenly aware of funny options in life, and as long as the conditions allow, he will practice them. In the process of practice, no matter whether others are happy or not, he is very happy anyway.

Maybe because of this, in the eyes of others, it's a little abnormal. But in fact, he is normal, it's just that those so-called normal people can't understand his normality. And as he gets older, stronger, and older, Kevin will find more and more funny options, and he will become more and more funny. And in the eyes of normal people, it will become more and more abnormal.

And what Kevin will be like when he is seventy or eighty years old, maybe Kevin himself can't even imagine. Do you really want to live with such a person for the rest of your life? I will also be led crookedly, and eventually become two old neurotic ......

Tangled! Tangled! He hadn't even considered his father's attitude towards him.

On the other hand, the rich second generation finally took action. He has already been beaten twice, and this time the traces are obvious, no matter what, it is not his dream, and he must make the beater pay the price! Otherwise, will he not be a rich second generation in vain?

He immediately reported the situation of the two nights to his father, who was a businessman with a lot of money but not a strong personal strength, so he could only hire a high-level security guard to protect him. On the one hand, they also began to secretly investigate who the two masked men were?

They didn't dare to report the crime, there was a lot of internal involvement, and the two masked men seemed to be just beating people. However, a daytime investigation yielded nothing. With the connections and connections of the rich man, he has no idea who his opponent is, but it stands to reason that the person who can sneak into the mansion silently and beat his son at will should not be a lonely person.

Could it be a script written by a more advanced scriptwriter? That's the first thing that comes to their mind. I just want them to hire a scriptwriter, and they can beat up civilians and experience fun. Maybe there are people at the top and more senior, hiring scriptwriters to beat them up. More advanced people disdain to beat civilians and like to beat up the rich second generation?

Who could be a higher person? Is the emperor a relative of the country? The rich man and his subordinates discussed urgently, and it was difficult to decide for a while. If it was really a relative of the emperor, it would be an honor to be beaten by him. You should even take the opportunity to climb up.

Anyway, in the evening, the entire mansion had been strengthened, and the rich second generation himself moved out of his room, replaced him with other bodyguards, and slept on the bed. Whether or not to fight back depends on the situation.

Here, Kevin came to the barracks as usual, and the little spoon also came out. When the two met at this time, they somehow felt a little embarrassed.

"Let's go, let's go get some food first. Kevin spoke.

"Good. Little Spoon nodded.

Riding all the way, I came to yesterday's tavern, and the two ordered some drinks.

Neither of them spoke, and gradually their attention was drawn to the bard in the tavern. Today's bards don't have dubbing, they don't tell jokes, they just play the piano silently in the corner.

The sound of the piano is melodious, and the music is very old, which makes people can't help but recall their own past. It seems to sort out his life, with the ups and downs of the lyrics, sad, happy, and bland scenes pass by. The whole tavern was much quieter than usual, and most people were contemplating in the atmosphere.

"Little spoon, can you accept me?" with a long note, Kevin's words seemed to blend into the sound of the piano, a little abrupt, but not abrupt......

Little Spoon was silent for a moment and asked softly, "When did you start...... Kindness...... That one...... Have this idea?"

"From the beginning. Kevin replied, "From the first time I met you in the tavern, I felt ...... You are pretty. You're better than ......."

The little spoon hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't! It's too numb, I can't stand it." ”

"Don't you like it? That's how it is done in a lot of plays," Kevin was a little embarrassed, "I don't have any similar experience." ”

Little Spoon sipped his drink: "I think...... If the two of us were together, there would be objections. ”

"Do you mean the Assassin President?" Kevin sighed as well, "I understand, I'll try." ”

"Forget it, let's talk about something else, right?" Little Spoon smiled and forcibly changed the subject, "By the way, who are we going to fight tonight?"

"It's still him," Kevin replied, "but they're definitely going to be on guard today, and we'll need to use a backup plan." Of course, it may not necessarily succeed, but even if it fails, the probability of escape in the strategy is still very high, so you don't need to worry too much. ”

"Well," Little Spoon nodded, "how many times are we going to hit him?"

"Fight until you run out of tactics," Kevin replied, "and a few more during the day." ”

"Did you bring barbecue again?"

"Of course," Kevin replied, "I also brought a pot and stove today, and we can still eat fried noodles halfway through." ”

"Won't we have a problem with this?" said Little Spoon, a little worried.

Kevin thought for a moment: "There's always a risk, but I think it's worth it. ”

Little Spoon thought for a while: "Then if I don't have time today, will you insist on playing the rich second generation alone?"

Kevin thought for a moment and shook his head.

Little Spoon smiled, slightly shy.

Two hours later, in the basement of the mansion, the rich second generation lay on the bed and fell asleep. He also didn't sleep well for two days, and he was in a safe basement, and he slept naturally.

Until he was woken up by two slaps, and there were two masked people standing in front of him, a man and a woman, and he couldn't help but be excited: "You, you ......"

"What? didn't expect that, did you?" Kevin sneered.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Your basement is the most luxurious, most of it is here, do you still need to ask?" Kevin asked rhetorically.

"This is what we have predicted yours. The little spoon snorted.

"What the hell are you going to do? I'm going to call! I ...... ......Before he finished speaking, the little spoon immediately stuffed a towel into his mouth, and then jerked his head and face......

Kevin had already skillfully set up the pot, arranged the ingredients, and began to stir-fry the noodles......

"Oops, I forgot to get him to speak theosophism today. The little spoon slapped before he remembered.

"I wonder how well this basement soundproofing?" Kevin was a little unsure, "What if I let go of his mouth and he yells?"

"Then let him write it down," the little spoon flicked out a pen and paper, "Here, write down your theology." ”

The rich second generation was gagged, and he was panting in his nose. But I still grabbed the pen and paper, and wrote angrily!

"Why do you write so much, waste paper!" Kevin criticized, "and can you write something creative?"

The rich second generation was so angry that he couldn't write a single word. Kevin's fried noodles are ready, and the basement is fragrant.

So they blindfolded him and tied his hands and feet. One bowl per person, plus a bunch of barbecue snacks, watching the rich second generation squirm wildly on the ground, and deliberately sucking the noodles very loudly......