Resident Evil Redemption

However, it turns out that this is Shrine's overthinking. Jill tells Shrine that the reason Wesker gave Chris all of her clerical work is because of all the terrible reports he's turned in lately. As the captain of the Alpha team, Wesker can let Chris be late, arrogant, or even take him seriously, but he absolutely cannot tolerate him handing in scribbled, contentless and crumpled reports time and time again.

This time, it just happened to give him enough reasons to adjust the state of a player in his 20s who is still in the rebellious period to the best.Of course, until he can hand in a neat report from then on.

If she hadn't accidentally fallen off a chair while cleaning the room two weeks later, broke the plaster cast on her left hand and found that her hand was already healed, she might really have to wait a month to get Chris out of dire straits rescued from.

When Shrine went back, Chris's mental state was obviously broken, but the report he submitted was much better than before.Fortunately, Chris is not a person who is keen on holding grudges, but he never wanted to fight Shrine after that.He would only teach her some of his own fighting skills in his spare time, or a set of "military boxing" he created himself.

After tossing Chris, Wesker seemed to be in a better mood.He cut back on Shrine's physical training and began to focus on her close combat, which made her feel a lot easier.However, he taught her the real orthodox military boxing and some grappling skills.Combining the teachings of these two teachers, Shrine has indeed made great progress in close combat, and can basically withstand the first two rounds of normal attacks.However, due to her weak strength, she does not cause much damage to the opponent, so the main task is to avoid the opponent's attack while conducting local attacks. On this point, Wesker and Chris rarely agree.

"Captain," Shrine said lying on the lawn next to the training ground, and unscrewed a bottle of soda water, "How many points do you think I will get in the fighting test now?"

"At least I'll pass." Wesker's tone didn't sound up and down, as flat as ever.He sat next to Shrine, looking up at the faintly visible stars in the sky hidden in the sunset, as if his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses could already predict the darkness.

"..." Shrine always felt that his words sounded weird, "Wait... I remember I passed last year!" She sat up from the lawn abruptly, and looked at his side face seriously.

Hearing this sentence, Wesker didn't seem to hold back, and even smiled. From the side view, the corner of his mouth curled up in a nice arc.He didn't speak, just turned to look at her.The cold wind of winter in North America made the girl's face flush.

"You...!! You mean... ah..." Shrine understood, sighed helplessly, and lowered his head. Shit... she didn't pass in the first place!

"Shrine," Wesker didn't seem to want to hold back his smile, "I knew when you took the test that day that your results would be bad."

"So you just..." Apart from being tired, Shrine still felt a little embarrassed by the previous results.

"So I gave you full marks." Wesker confessed calmly, "But on average, you just passed."

Shrine expressed that she was tired and did not want to continue listening.She curled her lips and lay back on the lawn again.

Looking at Shrine, he himself felt very strange.He recalled his actions when he was with her, and suddenly realized that he liked this girl very much, maybe it was a kind of attention, or even envy.In fact, he doesn't really understand this kind of feeling, maybe because she always reminds him of when he was 18 years old.If he had a choice, he would prefer to live in this kind of life.Not locked up in a lab with a madman doing research.

"One more thing," Wesker looked down at Shrine after a while, the smile no longer on his face.

"Ok?"

"Are you sure the broken hand last time healed in only two weeks?"

"Yeah, it's a slight fracture after all... Do you want to review it for me, Doctor. Wesker?" As she spoke, she raised her left arm and waved it beside him, complaining casually, "If it wasn't for last month My brother came back suddenly and thought my room was messy, so he asked me to clean it, so I wouldn't break the plaster... If I didn't break the plaster, then..."

Before she finished speaking, a hand that did not belong to her body temperature fixed her left hand.His thumb passed through the palm of her left hand and got stuck in her tiger's mouth. He was also a little surprised that his hand could completely hold her hand. He put his right wrist on the bone of Shrine's left wrist to prevent her from moving uncontrollably. Beware of another sprain.

Shrine didn't dare to say anything, how could he dare to move?She just felt that her heartbeat was a little out of control.