Cold weapons are a man's romance

Alex Norfolk met Cesar Ripa for the first time in a routine exchange event (or kick hall) at the club.At that time, Alex was not much older than the current "Little Prince Skyrim Slasher", and he had just learned swordsmanship for less than two weeks.Butler, as his coach, brought him and several other Griffin students to the Aurora Club to compete in swordsmanship and exchange ideas with the Aurora students.

Such exchanges occur almost every week, and students often go to different clubs or fencing schools to make friends with martial arts.The later "Aurora vs. Griffin Friends Final Match" evolved on this basis.For Alex, who just came into contact with Bingjian, this kind of communication is so fresh. Butler has always praised him for his great talent in swordsmanship. He can't wait to show what he has learned to his peers and quickly make his name in the circle. .

His first opponent was Cesar Ripa.

Cesar is his peer, but he has been learning swordsmanship for many years, so he should not have participated in this kind of beginner exchange battle, but should have competed with swordsmen of the same level.But Butler told him that Cesar had been recuperating for nearly a year due to a car accident some time ago, and only recently regained his long sword. Lex practiced.

Alex believed Butler's nonsense.

And then get beaten to the crap by Cesar.

Since then, his impression of Cesar has not changed much: the boy with a handsome face (is he so handsome?), good swordsmanship (although he doesn’t want to admit it, but it’s true), and he likes to mock his defeated opponents (I don’t know if it’s intentional or not) or unintentionally).Alex had never seen Cesar get angry with anyone, whether he won or lost, the kid would shrug his shoulders, with the look of "winning or losing is like yesterday, today is a new day".

Alex felt that he was either very broad-minded, or the city was too sophisticated to make such a flattering gesture.Sometimes he even felt that Cesar had become too detached to be human.This kid might have come from an alien, but he was just pretending to be an Earthling.

Only twice, Alex had known Cesar for so long, and only twice had he felt that Cesar was indeed a living human being.And it happens to be about the same person both times.

The first time was when Alex went to Aurora to "communicate".He was changing clothes in the locker room when he heard Cesar sobbing and crying from the bathroom.He turned the shower on high, trying to hide his gaffe with the sound of water, but with little success.Alex was terrified on the spot.Lawrence next to him told him that Cesar's favorite fencer announced his retirement, so he was so sad.On that day, besides understanding that "Cesar is also a human being who will also cry", Alex also remembered the name of a fencer.

The second time is here and now.

Cesar tricked him out of the gymnasium with the excuse of "I have something to discuss with you, let me take a step to talk." When he got to a place where no one was around, he locked his throat and pressed him against the wall.

"How dare you...how dare you..."

Cesar increased his strength.The light from his icy blue eyes scares Alex more than any weapon.

"If something happens to him, you won't be able to leave the wheelchair for the rest of your life."

Alex clasped his wrist, trying to squeeze out a few words between his teeth. "I...didn't know...he was injured..."

"You can't use your brain! What else can an athlete at his peak retire for?"

"It's fucking...an accident..."

Alex didn't attack Roman's knee on purpose.It's okay to attack on purpose, the knee pads can block most of the impact, maybe he's okay at all.But he accidentally twisted it himself, wasn't it an accident?Cesar blamed himself for such a small probability accident, isn't it too unreasonable to make trouble?If you are eager to protect the calf, you have to talk about the Basic Law, right?

A beam of headlights hit them, and Alex was blinded by the high beam.He has always hated people who turn on high beams casually, but at this moment he just wants to thank this brave high beam dog.It was as if the murderer was blinded by the spotlights of the police helicopter and had nowhere to hide!

Cesare let go.Alex took a big gulp of fresh air and slid down the wall weakly.

A man stepped out of the car, blocking the harsh lights and casting a long shadow between Alex and Cesar.Alex narrowed his eyes, and the man was only a black silhouette in the strong light.

"Mr. Ripa." Sombra said politely, "If my brother offends you, I apologize for him first. I hope you don't have to use violence to solve the problem. Do you need me to contact a lawyer?"

"No, Mr. Norfolk," Cesar replied in the same polite and distant social tone, "it was just a little misunderstanding. I am also sorry that it has turned out this way, and I think we are both to blame, I may have been too impulsive."

Fuck fuck.Alex silently cursed the cruel God a hundred times.Why is this guy his savior?He would rather the god of death come to claim his life than owe this guy a favor!He shouldn't have talked about the game yesterday!

The black shadow raised his hand and made a gesture.

The lights went out.

Mr. Nolan Norfolk stood in front of his stretched Lincoln, in his usual suit and tie, as if ready to attend a party at any moment.Those girls in the gym who come to watch the handsome man will be crazy about his looks, but when they see the J-shaped blade prosthetic on his left leg, they may shrink back.

"That's very sweet," he said. "Since you're both at fault, why don't you each take a step back and make up? Alex, you're going to shake hands with Mr. Ripa, aren't you?"

His catlike gold-green eyes turned to the red-haired youth.

Alex held his throat, and stretched out his hand to Cesar with a grim expression.The latter hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and shook it firmly.

"Thinking about it carefully, I was too incompetent as a coach to surprise him."

"I'm surprised. I've never seen you angry. I thought you were never angry. Now I think you're human."

"Of course I am." Cesar smiled, showing his teeth.

"It's suspicious of you to keep emphasizing that."

They let go at the same time.Cesare straightened his tie and took a polite farewell to Mr. Nolan Norfolk.He passed Mr. Nolan Norfolk unhindered, so boldly he took a leaflet out of some pocket, and with a flick of his finger slipped it into Nolan Norfolk. Ke's car door, and then pretended nothing happened, whistled, and went away under the dumbfounding eyes of the car owner.

Alex sat on the ground carelessly.Mr. Nolan Norfolk walked up to him with his hands behind his back, and looked down upon him.

"Why did you fight Cesar?"

"Fight? He hit me unilaterally!"

Mr. Nolan Norfolk showed a subtle smile: "I didn't want to say that at first, but since you think so too, well, why were you beaten so hard by Cesar?"

Alex gritted his teeth. "Nothing to do with you!"

Mr. Nolan Norfolk held out his hand to give Alex a hand.Alex opened his hands and climbed up by himself against the wall.

"where are you going?"

"My stuff is still in the gym!"

"I'll have them brought back. Get in the car."

Alex violently opened the car door, ignoring the "slam" of the car door hitting the rough wall, leaving a shallow mark.If it were another car owner, he might have yelled in distress.But Mr. Nolan Norfolk didn't take it seriously, as if it wasn't a top luxury car that was peeling paint, but a broken bicycle from a flea market.

He picked up the fallen flyer and got into the car too.Mr. Nolan Norfolk seemed to be greatly interested in the dusty leaflet.Alex only had to look up to see Cesar's malicious smile on the leaflet.He snatched the flyer, tore it in half, and then, puzzled, tore it again.

"How did you know I was here?"

"You said you had a game today."

"But I didn't tell you the time and place!"

"If you want to have a secret internal event, then don't broadcast it publicly on the Internet."

Alex's face turned the same color as his hair.

"You...you saw it all?!" he screamed.

Mr. Nolan Norfolk smiled a few times: "Your saber skills are not very good, Alex? Although I don't know how to fight, I can still understand the scoring numbers."

"That, that's because the textbook I studied is wrong! I shouldn't have practiced according to that stupid book at all!"

"This reason is quite new."

"You didn't believe it at all, did you?!"

Alex wanted to use Cesar's theory about the pros and cons of the saber technique textbook in retaliation to his brother, but he didn't want to use Cesar's knowledge, and secondly, he didn't want to waste time with his brother, so he simply chose to keep silent.

"I can't explain it to a layman like you!"

Lincoln walked half a circle around the gymnasium and left from the road at the main entrance.The members of the two clubs still stayed where they were, watching Lincoln go away with envious eyes.Alex catches a glimpse of his teammates, but he doesn't have time to get out of the car to say hello to them.Those whom Mr. Nolan Norfolk invites in will never get off unless he himself invites them down.

"Wow, this is the first time I've seen this kind of car with my own eyes!" August on the side of the road exclaimed, "Is there a rich man coming to watch the game today? Yes, our club! When will the rich fans give us a sponsorship?"

"That's Alex's car," Lawrence said. "Sometimes I see that car coming to pick him up."

"His family is so rich?!"

"Do you know Aeneas Biotechnology Company?"

August thought for a while: "The one who sells fake medicine... oh no, the one who sells prosthetics?"

"Yes. The CEO of their family is Alex's brother."

***

Alex never admitted that there are geniuses in the world.

Lincoln left the city and drove into the countryside.In the early summer, the pastoral fields are vast and green, and the undulating grass leaves reflect a faint ray of sunlight, just like a sparkling emerald lake.Farther away is a real lake, which is light blue and light gray at the moment. From a distance, a few birds can be seen circling on the lake. The ivy-covered fence finally fell on the brass weather vane on the roof of the manor.

Yes, the manor.The Norfolks own a fucking lakeside estate.Alex still has vivid memories of his reaction to seeing the manor for the first time.

"This house is so rustic," he complained, sitting in his mother's car, about the dullness of the long trip.

"Then you'd better get used to it. You're going to be living here," Mom said.

"Why can't I ask my stepfather and stepbrother to live in our house? Our house is also very big!"

Alex doesn't remember much about his biological father. It is said that he was kicked out of society by his mother for having an affair, and then died of depression, achieving both social death and physical death.When Alex was ten, his mother remarried, to a Norfolk gentleman.This marriage has been unanimously approved by all relatives and friends - one is a widowed rich daughter, the other is a divorced wealthy young man, and each of them brings a bottle of oil... Oh no, each brings a lovely child, it is a perfect match , A match made in heaven.

So Alex moved here from Dublin with his mother to live with his stepfather and stepbrother.Before he actually met Nolan Norfolk, he had heard about the deeds of this stepbrother who was four years older than him through various channels. It seems to imply that he is better than Alex, and it is Alex's misfortune to be a stepbrother with such a perfect child, because he will always live in the shadow of his stepbrother's stalwart.

Alex just wanted to stick out his tongue: Blow, keep blowing!

He never believed that there are good to perfect characters in the world.The so-called "genius" is just a little richer than ordinary people in some aspects. God is fair, and people must have weaknesses if they have strengths. Just like a glass of water is tilted, if it is deep in a certain direction, it must be shallow in a certain direction.Those who blow Nolan Norfolk just don't see, or deliberately pretend not to see, his shortcomings.

That day, my mother took Alex to the Norfolk manor and lived under the same roof as her future husband.They will officially marry in June of that year.After a long journey and endless visual torture, Alex was finally free.His mother led him out of the car, and his stepfather stood on the porch waiting for a long time.

The stepfather was a small man with a hairline like most British boys.He stood shoulder to shoulder with his tall and beautiful mother in high heels, and the situation reminded Alex of Her Majesty the Queen and her corgi.The boy thought boredly, if this man looks like this, the son who inherits his genes must be no different.

"Where's dear Nolan?" Mom kissed her stepfather on the cheek. "I brought him a present, I hope he likes it."

"He's practicing horsemanship." The stepfather kissed his mother back nervously. "I told him that you were coming and told him to come back early. Really, he may have run too far."

As soon as the words fell, a bay red pony came out from behind the hedge with dignified steps.The boy riding a horse has short dark golden hair, and the slightly curly hair ends reflect a shiny golden light.He tightened the reins in front of the three of them, and the horse neighed and pulled up, scaring Alex back a few steps and crashing into his mother's arms.The young man in the saddle remained motionless, while soothing his mount in a low voice, he topped his hat with a whip, and showed an impeccable social smile to the boy who was frightened by him—more flattering, less cold.

Alex thought, if the guy didn't smile, he really looked a bit like a majestic little Duke of Wellington.

Then he noticed the boy's left leg on the horse.

The boy has no left leg.

His breeches were rolled up to his knees, and underneath was a specially made j-shaped blade prosthesis. The special structure allowed the prosthesis to fit on the stirrups smoothly.

Alex quickly turned his gaze away.Mom had told him it was rude to stare at disabled people.But he couldn't help but peek at the boy's prosthetic limb.The imposing little Duke of Wellington was none other than his step-brother, Nolan Norfolk.How come those sycophants who blow him up never mention that this guy is a cripple?

A cripple, what is there to be afraid of?Are those guys unanimously praising Nolan Norfolk out of political correctness, so as not to use the excuse of "discriminating against people with disabilities"?

Alex did not believe the nonsense of the sycophants.

Then he was beaten in all directions by Nolan Norfolk.