Cold Star Blade

In the middle of the night, the stinky boys all went back to the dormitory, and Black was sweating profusely from working alone, and suddenly wanted to go for a walk to relax.

After the lights-out time at [-] o'clock, only two or three convenience stores in the school will remain open. Black ran to the one far away to buy freshly ground coffee and carry two loaves of bread for supper.

On the way back, I passed another warehouse, where there was also a student team working on mechs without sleep or food.

It may also be a team participating in the Mecha Contest.

Their mechas are not like Ernie's. They are full of dandyism at first glance, with a slender body. Among the mechas, most of them imitate the burly and masculine bodies of men, and very few have the feminine appearance of women.

But the scale pattern of this mecha is very beautiful, like the patterns on the wings of a butterfly, it glows with brilliant colors.

Blake couldn't help but walked in to take a closer look.

At this time, the students inside started arguing around one person, and it quickly turned into sparks flying, and finally started to fight.

"Stop! Stop! You will be punished for fighting privately!" Black hurried over and pulled a teenager out of the crowd.

They still refused to stop talking, a group of people spat at each other with the teenager being held by Blake, wishing to drown each other with their saliva.

Blake couldn't call out so many people by himself, so he had to drag the boy who was the target of public criticism out of the warehouse.

On the tree-lined road outside, the night breeze is blowing, bringing a gentle coolness, which is very effective in relieving fire and dryness.

Blake shouted: "Is that enough? After being beaten like this, do you still want to continue beating?"

The young man was also stubborn, holding an optical computer, and shouting loudly: "Let them beat me! If there is a way to beat me to death! Let's see if they dare! If you beat me disabled, they can't even think about it." Life is over!"

If it were Ernie, he would probably sneer at him coldly, there are ways to make him not crippled but life would be better than death.

Black laughed angrily, sat down by the steps, and handed the boy a can of Coke.

The young man stared at him, and asked inexplicably, "What does this mean?"

Blake said in a gentle and authentic tone: "I invite you to drink Coke. Here, there is also a bread filled with red bean paste for supper. Do you want to eat?"

The boy swallowed his saliva, obviously hungry.At this time, if it was Ernie, he probably would not eat it, but the boy was more cheerful than Ernie, and took the bread and Coke.

"Crack!" The thorn of the soda can was ripped off. The young man raised his head and drank half of the can in one breath, and sighed, "It's ice, it's so good! I'm so thirsty!"

Black ate with him and said, "Jon Black, the new counselor in class three."

The boy said: "I've heard about you, and you are the only one with the most fake face in the whole school."

Blake: "Uh... I'm an accident, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Why are you so sissy? You can choose something natural. If you pursue beauty and handsomeness too much, you will become a monster. We are a military academy, so how can there be a ladyboy like you..."

"..." I really want to record these words for Dr. Marion and the others to hear!

And, this kid is really no better than Ernie's mouth!

"What's your name?"

"watt."

"A good name. There are many great people in history called by this name."

"The duplication rate is too high..."

"Why did they beat you together?"

Watt was silent for a while, ate up all the bread, put down the Coke suddenly, and unbuttoned his school uniform.

Blake stared at him blankly, thinking what he was going to do, but he undid some buttons and pulled open the skirt, revealing a tattoo under the collarbone.

"Ever seen this?"

Blake shook his head: "What's the point?"

"I don't know what it means." Watt's words made people confused, but then, under the street lamp, his eyes shone with the enthusiasm of a teenager, "Just because I got this tattoo, it's different from others, They thought I was a cult, and they always troubled me, and I was used to it.”

Blackwin said: "Then why should you be different from others?"

What he asked seemed a bit harsh, Watt frowned, and replied after a while: "Maybe I want to prove that what I pursue is different. Is there anything wrong with that? Each of us is unique, special, stick to our own things, no Isn’t it a kind of belief to be assimilated by others?”

Black smiled faintly, put his hands on his chest, clapped hard, and said, "Faith should be guarded in the heart."

Watt's eyes sparkled and lit up.

"Although we are all independent individuals, in this world, no two people are exactly the same. But that is because we have contacted the people around us and integrated a part of them into our hearts. Everyone who has been in contact with people in his life, Relatives, lovers, comrades-in-arms, and friends cannot be completely copied, so I have my own belief."

Black said: "Stick to your beliefs, not to isolate yourself. The world is presented to you because of the people around you."

Whether Watt has accepted his chicken soup for the soul, Blake does not know.But the next day, he told the incident to Principal Danas, who was obliged to know about the rape incident in his school.

Denise said: "He may be imitating Yalian."

"Eh?"

"Yalian also has this mark on her body. This is the 'eye of omniscience', which represents the eye that supervises human wisdom and civilization from the perspective of God." Danas paused, "But this is not a good thing. Mark, who was reviewed by the military court, suspected that he might be a member of an anti-human cult organization. He was once suspended for two and a half years. His bones are hard, he refuses to confess, and he has been tortured in various ways."

Black frowned and thought: "Why does this mark make people suspect that he has anti-human tendencies?"

Denise smiled, as if deliberately pulling away: "Actually, I think this is just an excuse for the military court to make things difficult for him. They have long suspected that Yalian's background is not clean, and they are afraid that he will repeat the mistakes of Marshal Danteria. .

"Yalian's prestige in the army was too high at that time, and there was only one person leading the military department. It was natural for the military committee and the parliament to be afraid of him holding power and arrogance. Whether there was any mark, they would find reasons to censor him.

"It's just that this incident has caused a lot of psychological pressure on Ya Lian. After his reinstatement, his health and condition have not been very good, and it was only later..."

Denasi's words came to an abrupt end, and she deliberately turned the conversation around and said, "I will pay attention to this student named Watt. Your heart to be a teacher has really extended your tentacles. He is a student of the AI ​​​​Security Department. Your mecha department is separated by several campuses!"

Blake scratched his hair and laughed, "Walking in the middle of the night, I happened to pass by and saw it..."

Later, when Watt had nothing to do, he came to Black for chicken soup consultation, which made Black very helpless, and Ernie always stared at Watt with a kind of resentful and aggrieved eyes, and kept away from him.

Watt praised Suzaku for its beauty, but Ernie said coldly, "Who are you? I don't know you, go away! Don't bother me!"

Turning around, Watt muttered to Black: "The students in your class, why are you so fierce, which family's young master?"

So Ernie's eyes became more resentful, and seeing Watt was like hiding from the plague.

One day, under the clear sky and good mood, Blake patted Watt on the shoulder and said: "The teacher can guide you, that's all. From now on, don't come here."

Watt was silent for a while, then suddenly stood up, and said coldly, "I understand."

Blake didn't know whether he really understood or pretended to understand, watching him turn and walk away, heaved a long sigh.

There is always a belly full of words, and I want to confide in the fateful people I meet, but the words are endless, so I have to accept it as soon as I see it.

Too much, maybe it's over.

Afterwards, he didn't hear any news about Watt again. Maybe he has changed slowly, maybe he still has that stubborn temper, it's all his own choice.

To him, Black is just a passer-by who talks too much; to Black, he is just a kid who happened to chat a few times in a short period of time.

Life is like getting on a train, at every station people get off and people get on.You can never know what effect a few words you say will have on others.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the mecha competition is coming.