Plural Apostles

In every sense, it is out of tune with the surrounding buildings to the extreme.

The rich second generation spend money to have fun.

Siegfried made a definition in his mind, crossed the street and was about to go to the bus station. At this moment, the wooden door of the martial arts hall creaked open, and a figure came out and closed the wooden door. He locked the door with a small lock—that familiar one, Strangers who didn't even figure out their gender.

However, compared to the other party wearing a tracksuit and a towel around his neck before, today the other party is wearing a white and black deacon outfit, as if he is playing cosplay, but the temperament is completely different.

"Hey, this lock of yours is easy to be stolen."

...Why do you say such things yourself?After Siegfried said subconsciously, he felt a little regretful, but he was just a stranger who cared a little bit. Did his emotions really affect his behavior just now?

The other party glanced at Siegfried, unlocked the lock, pushed it with one hand, and the door creaked inwards, revealing what was inside—a spliced ​​flat and smooth wooden floor, white walls without any decoration, and ceiling Turn on some unlit lights.

It's clean and spacious... so clean and spacious that Siegfried doesn't know what the place is for.

"There is everything here, except money."

The other party looked at Siegfried calmly, the crimson eyes behind the lenses were very calm, but seemed to be dancing around in flames.

"That's me talking too much, sorry."

Phantom.

Siegfried turned to leave.

"Do you want to learn martial arts?"

Siegfried turned his head, shrugged, and smiled casually: "I don't have spare money to pay for tuition."

"Every morning from six o'clock in the morning to eight o'clock in the evening, I will be here." The other party said, closing the door again, she walked up to Siegfried, glanced at Siegfried, "After you can't hold on, you Give as much as you are willing to give, this is my rule."

Watching the other party go away, on the tied low white ponytail, the red accumulation at the tip of the hair looks more conspicuous and bright.

Siegfried frowned slightly, then shook his head.

Rich weirdo.

Chapter 710 IX Why Learn This?

Because I'm busy opening a martial arts gym these days, so I didn't run?

Siegfried got off the bus while thinking, and on the way home, he still didn't meet that person. It seemed that he didn't know the other person's name or even...gender?The voice sounds feminine, but the deacon uniform he is wearing, and the rather heroic features in his voice, it is not impossible for him to be a feminine-looking man.

But what do you do when you are entangled in the gender of the other party... A martial arts gym that is clean and empty, and the atmosphere is incompatible in every way, a rich second generation who is not short of money, and a weird person who insists on running laps every day.

Teach yourself martial arts for free?What a weird invitation, out of nowhere and out of the blue.

Siegfried returned home, made dinner, washed up according to his usual living habits, watched some cute and funny dramas that made him feel happy, chatted with the authors for a while, and then lay down on the bed.

Learning martial arts... What year is it, you still learn martial arts, hit a set of eight trigrams chain palms, and then get rubbed on the ground with military fists?Or go to the cell if you win, or go to the hospital if you lose?Sure enough, pursuits at different levels seem strange to each other?

In other words, in the eyes of the other party, shouldn't I be a mediocre, malleable talent who doesn't think about making progress?

"Brother, I see that you have amazing bones and amazing talent, do you want to learn martial arts from me..."

Blankly complaining, Siegfried put down his phone, turned off the lights and went to sleep, vaguely recalling how the other party ran in the morning and in the evening.

The crimson eyes that seem to contain something in the calmness, the sweat flowing, the steady and short breathing, the meticulous pace rhythm...

Why, would I notice him(?)?

Amid some fleeting doubts, Siegfried fell asleep.

……

……

"Huh? Only 05:30?"

Waking up in a daze, he picked up the phone beside the bed and pressed the power button, squinting his eyes slightly to filter the slightly dazzling screen light, Siegfried saw the date and time displayed on the screen clearly, he decisively pressed the power off button again key, the light in the darkness suddenly disappeared.

Go to sleep for a while until seven o'clock...

Siegfried closed his eyes, opened them again after a while, and found that he couldn't fall asleep anyway. There was always something stuck in his mind, which made him inexplicably concerned. The pair of red eyes behind the lens were calm There seems to be something hidden - what can a pair of eyes say?After all, it only makes sense to match the expression, or it is just two wet glass beads.

It's so bizarre...

Siegfried rolled over, face up, and tried to fall asleep with his eyes closed.

A few minutes later, he lifted the quilt and got up, changed his clothes after washing, picked up his laptop, and left the house in the dark sky with a feeling that he thought was ridiculous.

Every morning from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm...

Siegfried doesn't believe this. A rich second generation who seems to have a carefree life doesn't have to work for survival like himself, and lives day after day. He can do whatever he wants People of the lower class will spend more than half of their time every day in the martial arts school where it is basically impossible to have business.

Does that make any sense?hapiness?self-discipline?A whim?or something else?

For some reason, Siegfried subconsciously judged that the other party was lying. If he went at this time and the other party was really in the martial arts gym, then it would be fine to learn martial arts from him(?)...

The bus started, and Siegfried, with his notebook on his lap, looked at the dim scenery outside the window in a daze, and then couldn't help but patted his forehead—does what the other party did have anything to do with him?Do you know each other?Is there any need to judge his (?) behavior?Do you need to run in the early morning just to verify that the other party is in the martial arts gym as he said?

It's just a passerby who met by chance, why did he make such an inexplicable move?I have a dime relationship with him(?)?If you have this time, it’s better to catch up on sleep, review the manuscript, even if it’s rare to get up early in the morning to do a few push-ups, run a few laps, read the novels of those authors for a while, or even catch up on the drama for a better mood-it’s better than leaving the house and being in the In the dark early morning, I got on the bus and ran to the inexplicable martial arts gym outside the company to see if the other party did what he (?) said, right?

On the window seat in the last row of corners, Siegfried lowered his head slightly, resting his elbows on the laptop on his lap, pressing his hands to his face, constantly reflecting, and finally judged that his behavior was emotional.

Impulse, sudden enthusiasm and interest, actions without consideration—these things are far away from him, so far away that he can't remember the last time he did "black history".

This kind of irrational judgment and correction, and meaningless behavior, Siegfried seems to be his own dark history, and its essence can be equivalent to all kinds of youth literature written in Penguin Space when he was about 14 years old. I feel that girls read themselves At a glance, it is the nature of the other person's behavior that he likes him, and suddenly feels that what to do to attract others' attention.