i am your guide

If Sith were to comment on Kavier's fighting style, he might be able to squeeze out a few words full of enamel on the back teeth after countless sincere and kind greetings and curses from the Empire: God protects you.

After standing on the arena, Sith really realized what Kavier meant by "protecting you" earlier. It was really a golden bell that was pulled down from the sky to isolate the guide in 360 degrees without dead ends. Outside of the battle plan, don't worry about being happy and winning.However, judging from Kavier's proficient and natural movements, he has basically regarded this behavior as a long-standing habit, which has penetrated into the bone marrow.

5 minutes ago...

"The identification tag hangs on the chest, and if it breaks, you will lose the qualification to fight." The fourth-year instructor said loudly, Sith fell half a step behind Keweier, and his eyes bypassed the sentinel's body and landed on the opposite fourth-grade group, looking casually with.

The sentinel direction combination training is basically the mental attack and defense of the guides on both sides to prevent the sentries of the team from being affected, but the focus of the entire battle still falls on the sentries.

Sith and Gawain's fighting methods are more subtle, basically attacking together, cooperating with each other, and ending in a short time.

But will Kevill be willing to play with him?

A sharp whistle exploded from a distance, and the black and white figure in front of him rushed out like an arrow from the string, bringing a gust of wind.

Ok? ? ?

Sith's reaction speed was not slow, and he was even among the best in their second grade, but he, a figure who thought he was powerful and wanted to go to heaven, was far behind Keweier, the chief sentinel, at the start.

He took a step forward and kicked his calf on the ground. After taking two steps, he caught sight of the spiritual impact of the opposing guide on his sentry.

Sith's eyes flickered on the face of the opposite guide, and at the same time his right hand was stretched out, a circle of black fine lines invisiblely enveloped Keweier's body - to resist.

The coercion of the facing guide is not strong, and it can probably reach A-level based on Sith's sensing, so this does not prevent Sith from completing the mental defense on Keweier.A honeycomb-like transparent wall unfolded in front of Kevir, but the expected collision did not come.Because outside the mental barrier released by Sith, dark blue light bloomed in the void, quietly devouring the spiritual impact of the opposite guide.

Kevill's start was earlier than Sith's, and his movements were crisp and quick without hesitation. He stepped close to the sentinel on the opposite side, and his fists and kicks forced his classmates back step by step.

Sith, who finally kept up with Kavier, took advantage of the gap and swept across with his whip leg. After turning around, he saw the sentry on the opposite side attacking him.

Generally speaking, guides who are invincible in close combat will choose to assist in the rear, or use their own sentries as a medium to start the battle. There are very few guides who rush forward. This second-year student is really... a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers?

The sentinels on the opposite side were very happy. They definitely couldn't beat the talented Kevill, but if they could drag the opponent's guide into the water, they could also get certain points.

Sith raised his eyebrows, and when he was about to punch him, he was dazzled by the black figure in front of him. Kevill boldly appeared between him and the sentinel, his broad shoulders completely blocked the figure of the person opposite him. net.Then, the chief sentinel who was born in the military academy showed his eyes full of eyes in front of Sith, and his grappling skills were immediately effective. The identification plate on the sentry's chest shattered, and after knocking down one person, Keweier walked towards another one on the field. wizard.

The next thing is very simple, there is no need to say more about how Keweier gently removed the guide's identification plate.

Sith's previous competitive heart was like a spring blocked by a boulder, struggling to flow outwards with difficulty and congested, but repeatedly hit the wall.He stared at Kevill approaching from a distance, and saw that the chief sentinel was still wearing that faint smile, and said appreciatively: "It's a pleasant cooperation."

"Thank you, senior." He could only say these four words, and then he turned and walked away when he heard the greeting from the second-year instructor.

He's going back to his grade.

After that class ended, Sith wandered back to his dormitory with his mind in a mess.

After the door of the dormitory was closed, needles could be heard in the silent bedroom. Sith fell on his bed, grabbed the pillow beside him and hugged him tightly, staring at the calendar card on the desk for a moment.

The previous short battle was split and disassembled second by second, and the long strip like an old-fashioned film was slowly drawn in from a distance, and played frame by frame in front of Sith's eyes.

Fierce agility, fighting style without hesitation, meticulous protection of the guide behind him, and even resisting himself in the face of mental shock, all this can only show one thing: the overprotection of the guide has penetrated into the subconscious of this elite sentinel, And he is unwilling to trust others easily, and will not let people interfere with his offensive rhythm.

Being protected certainly makes people happy, but excessive protection will only cause psychological discomfort. The feeling of not being needed, not recognized, and not expected makes Sith very uncomfortable.

Just kidding, he is the number one leader in the second grade.

Sith stood up and sat up, turned on the optical brain and watched all the fighting videos of Kevir on the school website. His energy and concentration were more serious and assiduous than the final week review, and he even took out the notebook beside him to do it. notes.

Keweier, Sith wrote the name of the sentinel in the upper corner of the book, in a curly style.

……

Tortured by the experience of the previous day, Sith, who rushed into the laboratory with the morning class bell pressing the line, carried his schoolbag and went straight to the second console by the window.

"I'm exhausted and almost late."

Sith lay down on the experimental table panting, his cheeks puffed up.He turned his head to look at Selina who was sitting in a seat beside her in a black and red uniform.

This session is the Biological Psychiatric Network Experimental Course of the Department of Psychiatry of the Information Department. It is not only a required course for Selina's major, but also an elective course for the school guides. Sith has always been interested in psychiatric medicine, so he chose it.Of course, there was another reason: Gao Wen asked to protect Selina.

Sith didn't understand, what would happen to the little girl just by taking an experimental class?Can it blow up the laboratory?

"According to your rules, you will start to miss classes within four quarters." Selina didn't give Sis a look, but took out a bag of blueberry bread from her schoolbag and threw it in front of Sis, plus a carton of milk.

"Brother really loves you for nothing, and the crows will feed back the lambs." Sith drank a mouthful of milk with a dry throat, and looked at Selina with narrowed eyes.

"What the hell to describe, did you pass the Chinese?" Selina finally moved her eyes away from the book, brushed her hair and scolded with a smile.

"No, I just passed the A-level line." Sith took another sip of milk, his tone weak.

That class happened to be the first experimental class. Since the difficulty of the first course of the new semester was at the initial and easy stage, Selina's academics were among the best in the information department, and she was a typical top student. The Sith in the group are generally idle around and help out casually.

For example, now, he is leaning on the stone platform by the window while eating candy while watching Selina record the data.

The little girl Selina is really talented, a rare spiritual talent, with keen theoretical tentacles and rigorous personality.Many instructors said that her grades will not be low in the future, and she was passed across grades, one year younger than normal first graders.

In fact, since ancient times, heroes have produced teenagers.

Sith played with the silver tinfoil in his hand and looked out the window.

The weather was fine that day, the sun was shining brightly, the wind in early spring was still a bit cold, but there was no snow anymore.

He looked into the distance boredly, his empty eyes finally fixed on a few slightly unfamiliar figures.

There were three sentries. The tallest man was walking on the far right, and the tallest man was walking on the left. The one in the middle was very familiar: the chief sentinel, Kevil Jones.

The three of them were passing through the fountain in front of the laboratory building, just passing the window next to Sith towards the main building, their steps were not fast but vigorous, Kevill still had a faint smile on his face, as if he was talking about something, but it was too far away Sith couldn't read his lips clearly, and the black and white uniform on his body made him look capable and stern in military uniform.

There was a long distance between Sith and Kevill, a layer of glass, a large flower bed, countless transparent and flowing air, and a steep, cold and invisible sky, the figure gradually disappeared in an untouchable place.There was no expression on his face, and he turned his head indifferently.

"Friend?" Selina seemed to have been looking at him a long time ago, asking out loud while tilting her head to look at the three people traveling far away.

"No." Sith said coldly.

Indeed not, probably just a little more familiar than strangers.

……

The next time I meet with Kevill will be a week later for a long-distance training.

The Imperial College, which aims to cultivate top guides and sentinels and provide high-quality talents for the empire, has always attached great importance to the practical ability of students, and the long-distance training carried forward from the long-standing tradition has been changed many times, and it has become a major practical project that must be carried out at the beginning of each semester .

At that time, the sentinel guides of the whole school will be distributed to the eight small planets in the outer practice campus of the capital star for sentinel direction combination training. The theoretical grouping rules will be based on: the contracted sentinel direction-the sentinel direction will be randomly assigned. The average combat power and the balance of the students, the first and third grades are combined, the second and fourth grades are combined, and the implementation is crossed.

The missions of the long-distance training are different every year. When Sith was in the first grade, he was hunting and killing. At that time, he teamed up with a third-year senior, but Sith scored most of the points alone.

The school doesn't do the thing of fighting mandarin ducks. The grouping is the first to meet the requirements of the contract post, and then the rest of the sentry guides are randomly combined. However, the contract post is rare, and the overall match depends on luck.

"Don't go to the lottery yet, what are you waiting for here?"

Sith was sitting on the bench opposite the lottery table outside the Academic Affairs Office. He felt someone approaching beside him, and Gawain's voice fell in his ears.

"What did you get?" Sith asked casually.

"Don't mention it, I'm so unlucky." Gao Wen sat next to him in embarrassment while holding the fluorescent lottery in his hand. Together with him, he looked at the huge crowd who drew lots in front of him. Some families were happy and others were worried. The expression of surprise, joy, worry or depression has tasted all kinds of human states.

Sith glanced at the fluorescent sign, familiar names and unfamiliar student numbers fell on the dark pupils. "Isn't this the senior who confessed to you last time?" He suddenly realized.

"Oh, the world is unpredictable." Gao Wen looked up to the sky with a sad face and sighed.

"It's just training, don't think too much." Sith comforted him not sincerely.

"Don't talk about me, what are you waiting for here? If you don't draw lots, the quality of the remaining sentries will be uneven." Gao Wen reminded.

"What's the rush, maybe someone has already caught me?" Sith laughed.

Anyway, they are all pre-arranged combinations by the system, it's just the difference between knowing and not knowing, his luck is average, especially in the lottery, so he might as well go slowly, maybe he can wait until his sentinel partner comes over?

"Even if you are a guide, you have to take the initiative to attack. Passive choices are not like you." Gawain patted Sith on the shoulder, and he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?" Sith asked, raising his eyelids.

"Canteen, together?"

"Don't go."

After sending Gawain away, Sith sat on the bench and waited for a while. After the crowd dispersed slightly, he got up and walked to the lottery table in the Academic Affairs Office.

In front of the blue shed that was set up was a series of light screen records that had drawn lots, which could be seen clearly when scrolling slowly. The side of the lottery device was lit with white light and operated silently. After waiting in line for about 5 minutes, Sith arrived. In front of the draw.

He was the last, and there was no one behind him.

"The last one to draw lots, is it so Buddhist?" A sentry in a black and white uniform stood by the lottery table and laughed. He had silver half-long hair, and he tied it behind his head with a strawberry rubber band. With short braids, he looked at Sith for a long time, unable to hide his curious eyes.

"No hurry." Sith smiled politely, reached out and tapped on his wrist screen to get his student ID number.

"It's really not in a hurry." The sentinel in front of him smiled with a nice voice.

Sith raised his head in doubt, and saw a guide in a black and red uniform belonging to the Information Department behind the small shed walking indifferently to the sentry and patted the sentry on the shoulder.

The sentry's smile bloomed even more intensely. Sith saw the sentry stretch his hand over the guide's waist, put it in his arms and kissed the tip of the nose of the man in his arms, and then...then the guide glared at the sentry, annoyed and ashamed Annoyed and helpless complex eyes.

"Young master, this is only one person." The sentinel flattered him.

"One is also human." The guide said coldly.

"..." Sith was dumbfounded.

As expected of the Imperial College, the rigorous and demanding theoretical atmosphere is accompanied by a vigorous and open simple folk (cross out) style of study.

Sith glanced at the two people in front of him again, and put the student information on the lottery table with his backhand, but the interface that popped up surprised him: "You have successfully drawn lots."

What does it mean?success?The key is successful, why don't you show it to me?

How about you let me know who it is?

"Excuse me for my fluorescent sign..." Sith raised his head and asked.

"It was taken away by the sentinel in your group. He said he would find you by himself." The sentinel on the opposite side said with a smile.

Sith had a dazed and stunned face, and three question marks floated above his head.

The sentinel with him... has a personality, right?Hiding it so that no one can see it?

"Okay." Sith frowned, nodded and left.

Watching the leaving figure, the sentinel in the shed smiled while being elbowed to the chair by the guide beside him.

"Alec Heine, do you still want to be shameless?" Huo Lun's face was sullen, and he was about to burst from the cold.

God knows why he had to go out of his way today to accompany this idiot, Alec, to come here to organize the lottery table. Why can't the vice president of the Sentinel Student Union be a little quieter and come out to embarrass himself?Huo Lun, who didn't know how much money he had made in the open and in the dark this morning, was about to explode. He just wanted to go back to the machine room to calm down.

"It's shameless to want a wife." Alec held Hollen's finger and stared at Hollen energetically.

"Get out." Huo Lun gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"Is it okay to get off on the bed?" Seeing Huo Lun's expression cracked, Alec laughed smugly.

The guide who was as cold as ice and lived like an icicle all day when we first met is now willing to express his redundant emotions to him. Does this mean that his status in Huo Lun's heart has been further improved?

Huo Lun once refused to be with him because of his status. Alec was the eldest son of the Heine family, and he had always had high hopes.But Huo Lun is just a commoner student with a little mechanical talent, the result of the difference in status is that the guide's extreme lack of confidence in himself directly affects the relationship between them.

Alec couldn't remember how many times Horan avoided seeing him, how many times he wanted to break up with him, and how many times he was coaxed back by his sweet words.It would be a lie to say that he is not tired, but this person in front of him is really good, clean and pure without any impurities, he really likes it so much, he doesn't want to let go.

"Tomorrow is a long-distance training." Huo Lun obviously refused.It's a pity that Alec always pretended not to understand, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's cut it for a while tonight."

Horan: ...

Come on!Drag this idiot down and beat him to death!