[Sword Art Online] Qing Tong

The sunlight shines slightly into the wooden window edges, which always gives people a warm feeling.

Samuel leaned quietly on the recliner by the window, the soft blanket became warm after absorbing the heat, and there was the regular sound of grinding soybean milk in his ears, which rippled deep into the eardrum.

The sound of grinding soybean milk lasted for a while and then stopped abruptly. Samuel opened his eyes and smiled as he watched the man in a white apron slowly walk over and put a cup of steaming soybean milk on the coffee table next to him.

Samuel stretched out his cold hand, slowly held the cup in his arms, and sighed contentedly.

"That's great... I haven't seen Watson's soy milk for a long time~"

The tall man picked up a towel beside him and wiped his hands, then put his glasses, which were not very high prescription, on the bridge of his nose, and looked at Samuel, who was drinking soy milk slowly, without any emotion.

Samuel didn't mind the other person's gaze at all, still swallowed a little bit, and then looked at Qingchen who was sitting across from him.

"You forgot Sang's soy milk early in the morning, Watson~"

"She doesn't like to drink these." Watson said without the slightest hesitation.

Samuel glanced across to the early morning, and got a nod of confirmation, before he agreed.

"Watson's consideration in advance is still so thoughtful..." Samuel bent his eyes and looked at Watson with some nostalgia.

"I promised to join the Holy Dragon Union with her." The tall man interrupted Samuel and stood up straight. "I'll go clean the grinder."

As the other party's footsteps gradually disappeared at the door, Samuel gradually suppressed the smile between his brows.

"He... is still blaming me..."

"You're overthinking." Samuel didn't have time to feel sorry for himself early in the morning, and he looked at the headline on the "SAO Newsletter" next to him as if nothing had happened [The story that must be told between the black swordsman and the two women! ], "He is just guilty."

"I think the first issue of this newspaper is very interesting. I really met a lot of acquaintances. The writing style of the writer is also wonderful. The whole story is full of ups and downs~" Samuel tilted his head, smiling like a Little devil.

Early in the morning, he indifferently turned to the second page of the newspaper, "We found him at the Criminal Guild."

Samuel's smile deepened, "The color picture of the second edition is very clear, especially Kirito-kun's expression, what do you think?"

Continue reading early in the morning, "However, Watson is not a victim of a criminal guild, I personally brought him out of the Black Iron Palace."

"Snapped--"

Samuel's cup fell from his hand, making a crisp shattering sound.

Early in the morning, a perfect arc appeared on the lips, and then he closed the newspaper with both hands, threw it aside, and looked at Samuel with a dazed face in front of him.

"You mean... he... formed the criminal's..."

"Don't think too much." Early in the morning sighed, picked up a towel and wiped Samuel's hands stained with soy milk, "He just joined a criminal union..."

"How could he..." Samuel's face changed, and he was about to stand up and go out to reason.

"I told you not to think too much!" Qingchen's subordinates pushed him hard on the chair, "He was just being coerced."

"Coercion?! How is it possible?!"

"Why not, no matter how strong a person is, if his weakness is caught by others, he will be controlled by others, no matter who he is." Early in the morning, he also picked up the debris on the ground one by one.

Samuel's hands trembled slightly.

"That woman lied to him that she had clues to the Resurrection Grass. That guy has been playing tricks for half a year just for the sake of the almost unheard possibility. He looks like a fool no matter what, what do you think?" Throw it away, and then sit back on the sofa opposite Samuel.

"How come..." Samuel showed an ugly smile, and then turned his face abruptly.

In the early morning, I didn't say anything, just leaned on the sofa and said nothing.

After a while, Watson came back, put away the things silently, then picked up the mop and squatted next to Samuel's recliner, and mopped up the traces left just now little by little.

"Watson..."

"If the remnants of soy milk are not wiped clean, it is easy to leave traces." Watson spit out a few words and continued his work.

Seeing Watson cleaning the floor seriously early in the morning, and Samuel watching the scene intently, somehow became a little sad.

The only hope—the Resurrection Grass has also been proven to be a lie, so, is there...the only result waiting for Samuel?

"Does the president want to eat here?" Watson, who had finished mopping the floor, suddenly turned his head to look at Qingchen.

"Eh... no, it's still." Looking at the sky early in the morning, he stood up, "I haven't gone back to take a look after being away for so long, and I don't feel at ease, so I'll go—"

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly there was a violent knock on the door, which shocked everyone in the room. They looked at each other with blank faces.

Although the scenery here is good, it is also on the periphery. Considering that some accidents might happen, he blinked his eyes early in the morning, looked at Watson who was immediately guarding Samuel, and then drew the sword in his hand.

"I'm going to open the door."

Slowly walked into the door, leaned on one side early in the morning, and slowly removed the latch.

"Bang—" a figure fell in.

"Swipe!" Qingchen quickly put up the sword in his hand, "Who is it?! Hey—"

The person who entered by mistake looked up, and it turned out to be the person who was the protagonist in the newspaper.

"Kirito-kun" Samuel, who was hiding behind, also noticed the person coming, stuck his head out from behind Watson, and looked at the somewhat embarrassed black swordsman in surprise, "Ah, why did you become like this?"

The black swordsman closed the door behind him, heaved a long sigh of relief, and smiled a little ashamedly.

"I was blocked by various media and intelligence merchants early in the morning..."

"It's been a lot of hard work..." Samuel nodded understandingly, and asked Kirito to sit down, "Come and take a rest."

Kirito scratched his hair, and then noticed the person next to him.

"Qing... early morning!"

In the early morning, Gujing withdrew the sword in his hand without a wave, and then turned to Samuel, "Then I will go back first. Besides, Watson, you can come to Shenglong United to report tomorrow morning."

"Yes." Watson nodded in agreement.

"Be careful on the road!" Samuel also smiled and waved his hands.

"Eh... wait a minute, early morning!" Kirito looked at Qing Morning without paying attention to himself, as if something was missing in his heart, he wanted to reach out and hold him, there was always something he wanted to say to her...

"Trouble, please respect yourself!" Qingchen pulled back her arm fiercely, and disappeared in place in a flash, leaving far away.

"I..." Kirito looked at his empty hand, a little speechless.

"Kirito-kun, please sit down first." Samuel looked at this somewhat dazed young man, with a faint sigh in his eyes.

Kirito came to his senses, walked to the sofa, sat down in a daze, and suddenly saw a newspaper thrown beside him, with a big headline on it.

"How could there be..." Kirito grabbed the edge of the newspaper with his hand, his eyes widened.

"Oh..." Samuel took the soy milk that Watson handed over again, and slowly held it in his palm, "It was such a big scene that day, so naturally there will be such a high rate of attention, plus you put your name It’s all shouted out, and if you find out the identity of your strategy team, it can be used as a topic to hype.”

Kirito still looked at the words in the newspaper in disbelief, such as "being ambiguous", "recklessly hooking up" and "stepping on two boats", and then threw them aside forcefully, "It's a bunch of nonsense!"

Samuel lowered his eyes.

"Don't Kirito-kun like that girl?"

"Silica..." Kirito was stunned for a moment but still answered honestly, "Silica is a very good girl, but I treat her like a younger sister."

"Sister..." Samuel put down the cup in his hand, "Do you have any proof?"

"This..." Kirito was speechless.

"Who knocked over the table?"

"Silica... When I was looking for Qingqian, I accidentally..."

"Did Silica know Qingchao?"

"No...but I met once in the morning..."

"Is Silica looking for early morning?"

"No... I want to..."

"Then why did she run over first?"

"This... because I searched for it early in the morning and couldn't find it for a long time... I guess I was too excited to see it suddenly..." Kirito hesitated and said.

Samuel sighed.

"Kirito, in your heart, who is more important in the early morning or that Silica?"

"Of course it's early morning!"

"Then why, in that case, are you protecting the exact opposite?"

"what?!"

Samuel tried hard to bend down but was stopped by Watson on the side, and then Watson picked up the newspaper that was thrown on the ground and handed it to Samuel.

"Look, Kirito-kun."

On the second page of the newspaper that was opened, Kirito didn't notice because he was too angry that there was a huge picture. On it, a man in a cloak and a strong warrior forced a girl, and on the opposite side a black The swordsman held the girl in his arms with a face full of tenacity, resisting the pressure of the other party.

"This... this..." Kirito's eyes began to tremble.

"Kirito-kun, is your most important person really early morning?"

A long silence spread in the room.

"Qingzao and I... have been together since the beginning of the game... At that time... this strange world brought only endless panic..." Kirito lowered his head and said in a low voice, "We have also been separated before. ... But, I know ... she has been waiting for me ... no matter what kind of predicament, as long as I think of this ... I have the courage to go on!"

"She...is the most important person to me in this world!"

Samuel, who had been listening quietly, gradually softened his original sharp eyes, and subconsciously raised his head to look at Watson, but just happened to meet the same gaze of the other party.

The feeling of deja vu came to mind.

There was a soft smile in Samuel's eyes.