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"Hailey, from today onwards, they will be your teachers."

There was no superfluous expression on the face of the old man sitting on the sofa with a cane in his hands.

The teenager standing beside him nodded, "Yes, grandfather."

Some of these men are retired special forces, some are internationally renowned mercenaries, and some are even active CIA special agents.They have to spend a lot of money to invite them.

"Haley, they're all elite."

The corners of Haili's lips curled up slowly, and he walked unhurriedly to the special soldier Eric, raised his head and asked, "Then can you also teach me how to subdue a special soldier?"

Eric was surprised by the angelic face of the young man in front of him, but when he looked into his eyes, he felt genuine anxiety.

It seems to lose weight in an instant.

But Eric replied in a calm tone: "Sir, if you want to subdue a special soldier, you must at least learn everything about the special soldier first."

"Well, that makes sense." Haley nodded.

Eric's nearly five-year career at the Russell family kicked off.

He was not in a hurry to teach this young man how to fight, but started with the most basic physical fitness.

After all, Hailey was too thin in his eyes.

Running, climbing, climbing and all kinds of physical training, Eric thought that this pampered teenager would be ready to give up at any time, but what he never imagined was that Haili never asked him to reduce the burden or even without his permission. The child never rested.

Haili, who was running in the rain, had a cold indifference in his eyes that did not belong to this age.

But Eric, who has experienced the edge of life and death, knows that this kind of coldness is not indifference, but on the contrary, there is a certain persistent desire.It was as if a soldier who had been shot crawled back to the camp bit by bit under the enemy's artillery fire while clutching his wound.

And Haili's life is not only such training, but also includes the learning of various languages ​​and knowledge.Mr. Russell's demands on his grandson seemed almost morbid to Eric.

"You can actually talk to your grandfather. Some things should be gradual. Your life is completely filled with your grandfather's demands. It's not like a teenager at all."

Haley smiled, in a very charming way.

"So what do teens in your mind do?"

"Party, skateboard, surf, love."

"Hahaha." Haili smiled and took out an envelope from his pocket with the Russell family crest stamped on it, and he handed it to the butler Cliff.

Cliff nodded knowingly, and left with the letter.

"what is that?"

"Love letter." Hailey patted Eric's chest, "How about it, do I look normal in your eyes? What teenagers should do."

"The person you like is far away?" Eric had no intention of prying into other people's privacy, chatting skillfully and casually.

"It's pretty far. I write him a letter every week."

Haili used "he", but Eric didn't find it surprising.

"Did he write you back?"

"Never." Haley shrugged.

"Has your letter been mailed to the wrong place?"

"No. He just hates me now."

Eric didn't continue to ask why.This is Hailey's privacy.

Half a year later, Eric began to formally teach Hailey to fight.

Hailey was beaten by Eric time and time again, setting a new record of being completely defeated every day.

But Eric was involuntarily afraid deep in his heart.He has trained many soldiers and encountered countless enemies, but Haley is the absolute best among them.As long as Eric used the fighting skills in front of Haili once, he would definitely be memorized by Haili, and within three days, he would definitely be mastered by Haili.If it weren't for the limitations of strength, speed, and experience, Eric even suspected that he would not be Haley's opponent soon.

The first Christmas that Eric came to Russell's house came. This evening, Russell's house will prepare a very grand dinner, but Hailey's fighting training has not been cancelled.

There was snow falling profusely outside the window.Eric stands outside Haley's study.

The door was only ajar, and Eric only needed to adjust his standing position to fully see Hailey who was writing a letter at the desk.

Eyelashes drooping like butterfly wings, elegant frontal bones showing masculine strength, his concentration made Eric lose his mind for a moment.He watched as the boy folded the letter paper, put it into the envelope flatly, dripped wax, and stamped it.

In Eric's mind, this is a very traditional way.Even though communication technology is so advanced, this kid can send text messages, use chat tools or send emails, but he consistently insists on writing letters.

Eric lowered his head and pursed his lips.The more traditional the way, the more solemn it may be.

At this time, Haili pushed the door out, saw Eric outside the door, raised his chin and asked, "Hey, what are you laughing at?"

"Did he write you back?"

"No." Haili shrugged his shoulders, but there was no loss in his eyes, he just simply enjoyed the process of writing to the other party.

"Is he straight?"

"It should be now."

"Oh, no wonder."

"But he didn't reply to me, it should be because I told him a lie."

"What lie?" Eric just asked along the topic of Haley, not expecting the other party's answer.

"I'll tell you when I win against you." Haili frowned and handed the letter to Cliff.

After another year, it was already a bit difficult for Eric to win against Haley.In addition to Eric, Haley also competed with other experienced mercenaries, making his fighting skills more diverse and unpredictable.

"Hey Eric, how long do you think it will take me to beat you?"

One day, Haley asked very seriously.

"I am aging, and you will enter the most vigorous age. It shouldn't take too long for you to beat me."

"Okay, Eric. I'm looking forward to that day!"

Haley looked up.For the first time Eric saw a boyish innocence in his eyes.

In the third year that Eric came to the Russell family, Hailey's grandfather died of illness.

Hailey is the sole heir of the Russell family, and there is almost no inheritance turmoil.However, there are still many veteran collaborators and interest groups in this family, but the young Haili balances them one by one.

Perhaps Haley's grandfather had prepared him for it, or maybe Haley learned a lot of unusual tricks from his grandfather.

At his grandfather's funeral, he was calm and self-possessed.

Sometimes Eric is really not sure whether there is a so-called family relationship between the grandparents and grandchildren, rather than a simple family inheritance.

At the time of Mr. Russell's death, Haley was learning anti-stalking techniques with a CIA agent.When Cliff asked Mr. Russell if he needed to tell Haley, he just shook his head slightly.

When Haley arrived at the hospital, Mr. Russell had already gone through all the journeys of his life.

That night, Haley had a grappling practice session with Eric.His movements were sharp and precise, and Eric was almost defeated by him.

Hailey returned to the study, Eric thought he would write a letter to Ian, but he sat quietly at the desk and did not write a letter for a long time.

But the next day, he still sent a letter out.

"You wrote a letter?" Eric asked.

"I didn't write anything. Anyway, he never read my letters." Haili put his pockets in his pocket and looked out the window indifferently.

In Eric's fourth year at Russell's house, he lost to Hayley.

When the young man's knee pressed hard against his throat and looked down at him, he really had the illusion that the other party was going to kill him.

"I don't seem to have anything to teach you," Eric said.

Haley smiled.

Eric sat up, touched his throat and said, "Haley, I have a question for you."

"What's the problem?" Hailey sat across from Eric with his knees hugged, with a look of joy over Eric.

"I can understand that you need to learn the ability to protect yourself because of the impact of the 'Hunter' case. However, you have always aimed to defeat a special soldier? This is far more than self-protection."

"Because my 'he' is a commando." Haley winked at Eric.

Eric froze completely on the spot, while Haley laughed childishly, making it hard to guess whether what he said was the truth or a joke.

Eric's time with Hailey ended in the fifth year.

He was hospitalized with cancer, and Haley put him in first-class ward.

At the end of this year, Eric's life is coming to an end.He thought Hailey would be as indifferent as he was to Mr. Russell, but he didn't expect Hailey to come.

"You shouldn't have come to see me. This is when I'm at my weakest." Eric's hair had fallen out.

"I bought you a very handsome hat. Besides, I haven't kept my promise to you yet."

Haili smiled slightly. Birth, old age, sickness and death are nothing but natural laws in his heart.He didn't show any expressions of pity or sympathy, which comforted Eric instead.

"What promise?"

"Tell you what I lied to the person I like."

"Oh, what kind of lie?"

"I made him mistakenly think that I killed my stepfather on purpose. I made him doubt me and avoid me." Haili leaned down, and his beautiful face became Eric's unforgettable picture.

"Why do you do this? Don't you like him very much?" Eric knew that he could never figure out what Haili was thinking.

"Because the more he doubts me now, the more he will trust me after I prove myself to him in the future."

"Ah... is this your psychological tactic?"

"Yes."

"But if you want to prove yourself to him, it will probably take your whole life."

"'Life' is exactly what I want." Haili's lips were slightly sunken, and his eyes were unfathomable.

"What's his name?" Eric asked.

"Ian Connor. He was your student too."

Eric froze for a moment, closed his eyes and smiled.

"Good luck, my students."