[Tutor] A boy jumped over the wall

Few people in Balian can patiently listen to Lusilia's ramblings, and Chris's cooperative listening out of gratitude has brought the two of them closer.However, thanks to Lusilia's gossip, he has figured out many things in the past few days.

For example, XANXUS, Belphegor, Levi, and the little baby Mammon who hit him hard.

Age is no longer a problem for this freak, just a moment ago he wanted to touch the face that was hidden under the purple hat and looked so soft, but suddenly he fell into a terrifying illusion and was made miserable.

Bell and Mamon seemed to think it was fun to tease him, and they would come to him occasionally when they met casually.As a result, Chris couldn't sleep well for the past few days. He always dreamed of countless shiny knives flying towards him, or being suffocated by huge poisonous snakes.

It's just that thanks to them, actual combat is always more effective than air combat, and the dangers he faces at any time make him keep up his spirits and dare not slack off, and his swordsmanship has made great progress.

...Actually, what he cares most about is the man named XANXUS.

When Lusilia teased the relationship between the two of them, he used the word "loyalty" with an almost ambiguous expression, but according to him, it seems that it is not that simple.

Chris always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he didn't know why. The words of searching were stuck in his throat. Facing Lusilia's penetrating gaze, he couldn't ask anything, but a subtle emotion began to grow in his heart.

He only thought that the hormones of his puberty had started to secrete, and tried to suppress the signs that shouldn't be there, and continued to practice regularly at three o'clock and one line every day.

After waiting for more than half a month, Squalo finally came back.

Chris walked out the door with a sword in hand, and the two happened to meet head-on.Before dawn, Squalo hurried back in the cold moonlight.

His light gray eyes are condensed, and his gestures are decisive like a soldier's. The black uniform further complements his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his legs are straight and slender.

Chris, who was always able to please the elders, became clumsy and tongue-tied, and started to stammer just looking at him.

"You, you're back."

"How is your swordsmanship practice?" Squalo didn't respond to his words, but looked down at Chris condescendingly, with a hint of indifference in his tone.

"I……"

Before Chris finished speaking, he suddenly frowned and looked up to the upper part of the second floor of the hall. Chris subconsciously followed his gaze and turned back. At some point, XANXUS was already standing in the east corridor of the second floor.He was wearing a thin white shirt and a black uniform jacket. Although he didn't say a word, his presence was so strong that no one could ignore him.

"Bastard boss!" Squalo seemed dissatisfied with his calm appearance, and his expression instantly became angry.He motioned Chris to go out for now, staring straight in the direction of XANXUS and walking past.

The joy of reunion was suddenly extinguished by cold water. Chris took two steps back and finally realized that he had become an embarrassing existence. It was like a tiny thorn lightly poked the beating heart. It was not too painful but painful .

His breath was suffocated, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he turned and left silently.

Going far away, you can still faintly hear Squalo's loud roar, as well as the sound of fighting with weapons.

"Yo Chris~"

Lucilia obviously didn't come home overnight, she didn't know what she had done, there was still a cruel smile on her face, and Chris could feel his excited eyes through the sunglasses.His mood was still at a low ebb, so he was naturally too lazy to talk to him, and after a lazy greeting, he planned to go around.

"Squalo is back!"

"Yes... how do you know?"

Chris stopped in his tracks and looked at Lusilia in surprise.After all, the few of them have always been elusive, and they would never say hello to each other unless necessary.

"People can tell from your expression~"

"expression?"

"It's like falling out of love."

Chris froze for a moment when he subconsciously touched his face, as if his most private secret had been punctured, he suddenly became a little annoyed.

"Don't talk nonsense! I don't like Squalo!"

Lucilia was rarely in a happy mood, so she didn't bother with him, and continued walking in the direction of the hall after giving a weird laugh.

On the contrary, Chris was disturbed by these few words, and he was also a little absent-minded during the morning sword practice.

He likes Squalo? !How can it be!It must be my own illusion...

"What are you doing?!"

Squalo, who moved like a ghost, had been watching him from a distance for a long time. Seeing this perfunctory movement, his expression became more ugly, and his hoarse voice had a faint tendency to explode.

Chris was startled and stopped swinging his sword. He looked up at the angry Squalo uncomfortably, and then stood there in shame.

"Chris, don't waste my time!" Just now, there was a big fight with XANXUS, Squalo still had a lingering hostility on his body, his long and narrow eyes didn't have any warmth, they were cold and frightening.

"I've always been impatient. This is the first and last time. Next time, if I see you as a bastard, I'll kill you!"

On weekdays, Squalo often called him a kid, or he didn't add any titles, so decisively spit out his name from those thin lips, which made Chris feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and couldn't help trembling.

"……Yes."

He bit his lips tightly, resisting fear and embarrassment, and seemed to have exhausted all his strength after spitting out the word from his mouth, and he didn't look up at Squalo from the beginning to the end.

Squalo snorted coldly, turned around and strode away.

Until he had left, Chris seemed to have lost all his strength and suddenly fell to the ground.Regardless of his embarrassed appearance, he stared blankly at Squalo's disappearing back.

So it was not long.

Chris thought of something, his expression moved, and he stood up suddenly.He patted the dust on his body, picked up the sword that fell on the ground, and continued to practice without saying a word.

The young man looked stubborn and stubborn, sweating in silence.

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Squalo's violent temper came and went quickly, and it didn't take long for him to regret his anger a bit.

But Chris didn't complain, nor was he dissatisfied. He still practiced seriously as usual, even too seriously.He practiced his sword every day, and asked Squalo for advice when he encountered something he didn't understand. His growth rate made him look at it differently.

On the one hand, it is the guilt in the bottom of my heart, and on the other hand, it is the heart of love for talents. In short, Squalo has also begun to pay more attention to him since then.

After the two got along harmoniously (?) for a period of time, Squalo, who has always been rough, slowly realized that there was something...wrong?

For example, a few nights ago, when he was about to rest, Chris knocked on the door and came in saying that he wanted to study swordsmanship. Before he knew it, it was midnight.

Then, as things went well, Chris slept with him on the grounds that he was going to get up to practice swords not long ago.

Well, the bed is big, and his expression is normal.

Squalo secretly scolded himself for his filthy thoughts, and was guilty for fear of being seen thinking too much, so he made do with it all night.

Since then, there have been more and more activities such as the so-called late-night swordsmanship lessons.Facing the face with baby fat and big innocent eyes, he suddenly felt a little depressed.

It's just that I have been immersed in the way of kendo all year round, focusing on how to ponder sword moves and challenge opponents, and how to deal with daily social interactions is enough, let alone how to refuse.

If it's those big pieces of rubbish in Balian, just start fighting.

So... He couldn't remember the last time he got along with others normally.

Or, never?

"Squalo!"

It was still dark outside the window when there was a knock on the door.Squalo froze when he wiped his sword, and didn't look up. The person outside the door seemed to have been allowed to push the door open.

"Good morning." Chris greeted with a smile, and then walked to the desk with ease.He pushed the thick stack of papers to the sides, replaced the wilted cornflower sprigs, and placed the vases of fresh red roses in the vacant spaces.

That's right, reviewing documents with the fragrance of fragrance will put you in a good mood!

Chris walked to his side, his sea-blue eyes looked at the slender and powerful hand carefully without blinking, and he was wiping the hilt of the sword carefully with a white cloth.

The way Squalo concentrates on his work is always heart-warming, especially when it comes to his beloved sword.From this angle, it can be seen that his fingers are slender, with well-defined joints, and a thick layer of calluses on the fingertips, but this is not a big problem, and even adds a bit of beauty.

Squalo's movements became slower and slower, just because there were hot eyes staring at his hands that he couldn't ignore, and he was upset because of the unspeakable discomfort in his heart.

"Hey! Are you..."

"do not move."

Chris interrupted his angry yelling, focused his eyes on Squalo, stretched out his hand and was about to touch his face, and was instantly avoided by the flustered Squalo.

"what happened?"

"what are you going to do!"

"The loose hair around your ears has fallen." Chris didn't seem to understand why he had such a big reaction, and pointed to a loose strand of hair in confusion. "I just want to help."

No matter how cold Squalo's eyes were, he couldn't hide the blush on his face.He put away his sword and walked out of the room quickly, leaving behind a running back.

"Practice the sword!"