Help, I've become a paper man

The bright morning sun shines through the messy leaves and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shadows of the trees on the floor. Combined with the scent of tea in the air, it further highlights the tranquility of the moment.

Song Yi sat on the sofa with his hands on his knees and his back slightly arched, like a child being reprimanded. From time to time, he opened his eyelids and looked at Yan Changyue opposite him through the slowly rising white mist.

The complete opposite of him was Yan Changyue, who was clearly relaxed, sipping tea leisurely, with his facial expression well managed, not affected by the embarrassment just now, or rather, he seemed to have forgotten Song Yi's embarrassing moment, and showed a "caring" attitude again, but it was different from before, he didn't look like a father now, but how to say it...

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Yan Changyue asked. Receiving the burning gaze, she also looked at Song Yi and asked patiently, "The competition hasn't started yet. If you notice any problems now, you can tell me in advance. If you want any props... do you want to go to the market?"

The tone of the question was particularly gentle.

Hearing this, Song Yi wanted to sigh and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Yan Changyue is good in every way except that the time she appeared was not very good. It would have been fine if she appeared earlier, but it would have been just right if she appeared later. It really made me feel very uncomfortable to see her embarrassing side by chance.

Thinking of this, Song Yi suppressed the urge to sigh and replied, "Ah, I don't want anything. I stuffed a lot of weapons into the warehouse just now. There shouldn't be any problem in the competition, but..."

He was halfway through his words when he suddenly thought of something and asked, "What is a market? Is it fun?"

Yan Changyue smiled and nodded, but did not describe the situation at the market. Instead, she said, "I'm thinking about one thing. In the competition venue, where the area is restricted, more close combat is required than gun skills. You'd better spare some time in the near future to study more systematically."

Although the words were polite, with more or less consideration, and did not seem like mandatory requirements, but from the smiling face, Song Yi could guess that this was not something to be discussed, and Yan Changyue had already arranged the next key points for him.

He thought about it again and again before trying to ask, "It shouldn't take long to get to the market, right?"

Yan Changyue nodded again and said, "That's right, so after you achieve good results, we can just pick out the right toys as a reward for your day off."

Song Yi blinked, unable to help but savor the wording. His brain went blank for two seconds before he asked again, "Why did you say you were going to buy toys?"

Jasmine took him to a dungeon, saying it was to an amusement park. Now, based on the association, "toys" should be props. Could it be that they are still chatting with him as if he were a child?

If that's really the case, it's so vulgar!

Song Yi shuddered just by imagining it. He had never concealed his intentions. Previously he only felt that Yan Changyue was flirting with him. Although they were much more polite to each other now, his accelerated heartbeat was not fake. Regardless of how he felt now, he really liked her at that time.

"Yes, toys, the equipment you need is not included." Yan Changyue said, and her gentle tone once again interrupted Song Yi's thoughts. He had no choice but to cooperate and laughed "haha" twice, nodding to agree to Yan Changyue's proposal.

But the next second, he asked again: "Who taught me Taijutsu, was it you?"

If that's the case, it's really ambiguous.

Song Yi thought so, but didn't say the second half of the sentence. His expression and eyes were not concealed, and the meaning was clearly visible. He still didn't interrupt Yan Changyue's rhythm. Even when he heard such words, his face was normal, and his tone was light. He asked casually: "Are you expecting it to be me?"

He laughed twice and raised an innocent smile, but he didn't say "I'm not looking forward to it" in the end. After all, Yan Changyue looked... not very suitable for close combat.

Song Yi still didn't say this, and Yan Changyue caught the signal again. When she put down the teacup, Yan Changyue stood up and walked towards him. Her steps were neither fast nor slow, but it made Song Yi's sense of crisis jump. A sense of vigilance suddenly arose. Song Yi subconsciously stood up and stepped to the side. His body was one step ahead of his mind and he wanted to dodge.

But it was still not fast enough. He could only stand where he was, his body shackled by an invisible force. He was unable to break free of it and move. He maintained a stiff posture, stunned and motionless. After a moment of astonishment, Yan Changyue walked up to him and those eyes appeared in his sight.

The slightly lighter pupils were a clean blue, like the sea surface connected to the sky in the photo. Along with faint ripples, Song Yi gradually felt his body. It was also at this second that he understood what Yan Changyue meant. She was refuting his idea.

But it doesn't have much deterrent effect. He thought, and continued to complain in his heart: It feels like the account I worked hard to maintain was directly hacked, and I can't experience the anxiety in a close combat game.

It's not that he didn't want to talk, he just muttered in his heart, mainly because his face was numb and he couldn't open his mouth to speak. All he could do was blink his eyes. He hoped that after Yan Changyue had taught him a lesson, she would be satisfied with the result sooner and give him his freedom.

But maybe... he was thinking too simply.

Yan Changyue took another step forward, raised her right hand, and pressed her fingertips on the back of his neck through the gloves. The slightly cool leather touched the warm skin. Song Yi was not sure if he shuddered, but he felt the touch became more acute, and he was almost about to break free from control and completely gain control of his body.

But before that, Song Yi had to face the current situation first. They stood face to face, too close to each other, their breaths intersected, and as he sensed their bodies, Song Yi could almost smell Yan Changyue's scent. He didn't know if it was the smell of shampoo or perfume, a clean citrus scent with a hint of sweetness, warmed by the breath on his cheek and poured into his nostrils.

Yan Changyue said: "No, your physical training teacher is someone else. He is more professional and more suitable to teach you now."

Song Yi blinked again. He tried to speak, his voice a little dry, and asked slowly: "Who is it?"

At the same time, he realized that he could move, and he slowly leaned back. The amplitude of the movement was not large, and the action was not fast, but it was still obvious under the current circumstances.

Yan Changyue's lips curled up further, and she replied in a gentle tone, "It's someone you know, but I haven't introduced him to you yet. He's An Xiaochun, also a P-type, who chose a different talent from you."

Song Yi's lips opened and closed, but he didn't say anything for a while. Compared with the struggle just now, this sentence made his heart beat faster. When he thought of the cook's face after becoming a teacher, bad ideas emerged one after another, just like a roommate in the same dormitory who he didn't get along with became his team leader.

Yan Changyue insisted on asking: "Do you have any suggestions?"

Of course I have opinions, big ones, Song Yi thought, restraining his expression. Relying on Yan Changyue's courage to ask, he also dared to speak out, and said confidently:

"I need a different reward."