Cold weapons are a man's romance

Cesar's house, Cesar's room, Cesar's bed.

Cesar brought him back, not forgetting to change him into clean clothes.

Well, in Roman's case, if one of his friends was drunk, unconscious, and homeless, he'd probably do the same.Isn't it normal for friends to go to each other's house for a night?As for changing clothes, it's just out of friendship with good buddies, not to mention that no one wants their bed to be rubbed back and forth by a guy who smells of alcohol.What's all the fuss about?

But...but that's Cesar.

There was something special about Cesar that Roman hadn't noticed before—well, he was special, but it was special in character, eccentric and lovable.Ever since August told him about his position as a coach, he has only vaguely realized how different Cesar is from others.That is the emperor of the fighting world, Caesar among the swordsmen!And he is just a beginner in swordsmanship, an unknown little person in the circle.Being taken care of so considerately by the majestic "Caesar", he felt an indescribable fear and relief in his heart.

It was as if there was a clumsy little bird fluttering back and forth in his chest, which made him sleepless and overjoyed.

He stood up unsteadily, straightened his messy nightgown, and mustered up the courage to walk out of the room.If he was going to face Cesar, who was up early, he had better do so in the most energetic way possible.When he found that the apartment was empty, he actually felt a little disappointed.

Cesar is not there.Looking at the time, he should go to work at the club.As a vagrant, Roman can sleep as much as he wants until he wakes up naturally, which is really too free.But today is another matter.Roman usually maintains a very healthy life and rest, and still restrains himself with the standards of athletes.

The apartment is an ordinary two-bedroom apartment, quite spacious for a bachelor.One of the rooms was where Roman spent the night, and the other room had its door locked.Roman had no intention of prying into the privacy of other people's homes, so even if the door was unlocked, he would not just break in.

But...is it necessary to stick a piece of paper on the door with the words "Don't open the door" written on it? !It's almost like saying "Don't press" on a giant red button!Isn't this deliberately forcing people to click?Now he was curious as to what was in that room!

Roman tried to twist the doorknob.Not moving at all.He stared at the scribbled paper for a while, took a deep breath, suppressed his inappropriate curiosity, and decided not to delve into the ultimate question of "what's in the room".The last person who lingered on this issue was made into a human body by Bluebeard.Roman didn't want to follow in the footsteps of the tragic fairy tales.

Of course, he thought Cesar shouldn't be that perverted, but it's always right to be careful.What if there is no human specimen hidden in the room, but an inflatable doll?What about hiding strange props?What should I do if there are little yellow books that are not suitable for children?It's not that Roman deliberately speculates about others with dirty thoughts.In any case, Cesar is a healthy adult man, and it is normal to have physical needs.If it were Roman, he wouldn't want to share his sexual interests with others.Thinking of this, Roman immediately understood why the door was closed.

Having said that, if you hide it, you can hide it, can't he hide it secretly?If you insist on posting that kind of warning on the door, there is no silver 300 taels here...

Roman went to the bathroom to wash his face.In the mirror, his face was flushed, and even the roots of his ears were bloodshot.He thought it was because the alcohol had not completely faded away.He saw his clothes in the laundry basket in the corner of the bathroom.The smell they gave off made Roman almost think that he jumped into the wine tank of the brewery yesterday and took a dip.

Next to his clothes were several other clothes that supposedly belonged to Cesar.The snow-white shirt was stained with spots of crimson.At first he thought it was the embroidery pattern on the shirt, but after thinking about it, Cesar's clothes should not be so vulgar, and Alisa was full of praise for his aesthetics.So the crimson marks on the clothes are...?

He picked up the dress from the laundry basket and sniffed it.

Yes, that was blood.

Cesar has blood on his shirt.

Roman's first reaction was that the black fan who attacked him last night also killed Cesar who came later.He was delirious at the time, and the night was too dark, so he didn't have time to observe Cesar's situation carefully.But since the shirt was stained with blood, it means that Cesar was injured at that time.

Roman's heart throbbed so hard that he could hardly breathe.

Cesar got hurt because of him.He was both sad and moved.He knows he shouldn't be happy when someone else gets hurt, isn't it schadenfreude, but he can't help but feel joy. The thought of "Cesar was injured protecting him" was like a shot through his heart, injecting infinite strength into his limbs and bones.

There was a door opening outside.Roman dropped the blood-stained shirt and ran to the entrance.Cesar was changing shoes at the door, swinging the keys in one hand and holding a whole bag of fragrant, freshly baked bread in the other.He really has an incomprehensible hobby for bread.

Roman rushed over without thinking, and hugged Cesar tightly.His coach was stunned on the spot, as if he had seen something he shouldn't have seen and turned into a pillar of salt, and he didn't even care that the baguette hurt his ribs.

"How's your injury?" Roman asked excitedly.

"What injury?" Cesar was dumbfounded.

"Don't lie to me! I saw blood on the clothes!"

Cesar opened his mouth wide like a feeding pelican. "ah?"

Filled with guilt, Roman carefully let go of Cesar, as if he was afraid of breaking the glass beauty if he hugged him too tightly.Sure enough, Cesar's cheeks became slightly rosy, and his breathing suddenly became heavier.It must have hurt like this when you touched the wound, right?Roman secretly complained that he was too careless, how could he treat the wounded like this?

"The assailant also attacked you, right? My God, I didn't notice anything last night, and you let me run around..."

Cesar stared at Roman's face full of emotions for a few seconds before suddenly realizing. "Oh, you said that..." He smiled slightly, pushed his bangs back to his head, and said calmly, "Yes, that's right. But that's just a trivial matter, I'm willing to do anything for you."

"Show me your injuries!"

"What?" Cesar froze.

"Is the injury serious? Show me!"

Cesar's eyes wandered, and he said slowly and hesitantly: "This... I think it's better to avoid it!"

Roman frowned.Hiding an injury is nothing to be proud of.Cesar may have found this manly, but Roman even flaunted the dire consequences.More than once, he has seen his teammates hide their injuries in order to survive important games, only to end up with more serious injuries.

Involuntarily, he lifted Cesar's clothes and looked for wounds on his naked skin.

Cesare let out a girlish scream, dropped the bread, and fled away clutching his chest.People who didn't know saw this scene, probably thought that Romance was flirting with him!

"As for it! You are all men, are you still afraid of being seen by me?!" Roman shouted.

Thinking about it carefully, since he and Cesar have known each other, it seems that he has never seen Cesar naked once.The closest thing to being "candid" was when Cesar was bleeding in a club bathroom.Whenever he was changing in the dressing room, Cesar always found an excuse to escape, as if trying to avoid getting naked in front of him.Is this guy so conservative?

Cesar covered his chest, blushing and muttering, "I didn't treat you as an ordinary man."

Then he looked at Roman with full expectation, as if expecting him to comprehend some kind of deep meaning that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words from this heartfelt words.

"So in your eyes, I'm a bitch?" Roman was stunned.

The men of the fencing team sometimes make fun of newcomers with poor skills: "Your level is not as good as the girl next door! You may have a bright future if you change your personality and join the women's team!" Roman knew that his fencing skills had not yet reached Cesar The state of Yiqijuechen and Dugu seeking defeat, but Cesar doesn't have to humiliate him like this, right?Is he so frail and vulnerable in the eyes of his coach?His level is not even up to "average man"?No, no, considering that among the female swordsmen there are also masters as proficient as Lucinda, so he might really be "not as good as a woman"!

Cesar was also stunned. "How did your brain circuit develop? Why can you understand my words like that?"

"Then what exactly do you mean?"

"I don't want to show you my 'wound', nothing else."

Roman narrowed his eyes suspiciously.Something is wrong.Why did Cesar dodge his eyes and look flustered?What is he hiding?What the hell is wrong with his "wound" that makes him so reluctant?

"Show me!" He threw himself on Cesar.

"Don't come here! Don't touch me!" Cesar panicked and ran around the room.

The chase ended with Roman throwing Cesar on the couch.Cesar tried his best to protect his meager clothing and shouted: "Okay! Okay! I confess! I'm not hurt at all!"

"Then the blood on your clothes is..."

"Nosebleed!" Cesar yelled, "Damn, can you get off of me? I'm going to start getting nosebleeds again!"

Roman braced himself.Only then did he realize that he and Cesar had formed a very delicate posture - Cesar was lying on his side on the sofa, his silver-haired body was like a waterfall of moonlight pouring down; while he was riding on Cesar, with his crotch Facing Cesar... a certain part that is forbidden to be attacked in a fencing match.

He quickly rolled off the sofa.Sisar sat up and combed his silver hair with his fingers, looking displeased, but at the same time a little secretly happy.Roman couldn't figure out why he was able to show such a conflicted expression.He couldn't care less about that because his face was burning like fire.

"I didn't do it on purpose." He sat cross-legged and awkwardly changed the subject, "Why did you lie to me?"

"Seeing that you were so worried about me, I couldn't help but push the boat along." Cesar said in an extremely upright tone.

Roman thought to himself, fortunately, this guy is just a coach who teaches adults how to learn swords. If he is allowed to teach children, the future of the country will be over.

Even so, he decided to worry about Cesar any more.The silver-haired swordsman is not so much a human being as he belongs to a certain magical species. He is the only living body in the whole race. His characteristic is that he often does inexplicable or ridiculous things, but people can't get angry with him.

"Are you suffering from some serious illness? If you have time, it's better to go to the hospital for an examination. I know that the early symptoms of many diseases are nosebleeds."

"……no."

"Why do you have to be silent for a while before answering?"

"I was stunned by you, and I was speechless for a while."

"I'm not cursing you to be sick. Most people would be so skeptical, right?"

Cesar leaned forward until he was only one breath away from Roman.He cupped Roman's chin with his hand.

"You don't care much about your own health, but you care about other people's health?"

"I..." Roman's throat rolled.

The perfect face so close at hand made his heart beat faster.His mouth was dry and his voice was stuck in his throat.He looked away, staring intently at the pattern on the sofa cover.Cesare's hand followed the curve of his jaw all the way to his collarbone.Only then did he realize that the slapstick just now had made the loose nightgown crumbling.

The silver-haired swordsman's slender but calloused fingers stroked the soft and sensitive skin of the collarbone before leaving.The touch all the way down seemed to ignite a fire on Roman's body, and the rough but gentle touch could not dissipate for a long time.

"I'm fine, Roman, if only you could take care of yourself a little more than you do others."

Then he stood up.

"I brought you breakfast." Cesar got up to pick up the bread he dropped on the ground, "I'm sorry, there is no food left in my refrigerator. Are you hungry?"

Roman hurriedly got up and tidied up the messy nightgown.He stammered thanks to Cesar for bringing him home drunk and for kindly changing his clothes.This has gone far beyond the duty between coaches and students.I don't know when the bond between them has become so tight.

"Don't you have to go to the club to take classes?"

"You are the only student, why don't you come to my class?" Cesar's words were filled with resentment.

Roman scratched his head. "Sorry. This is the first time I've skipped class because of a hangover. I've never drank that much before. I have to blame Humphrey."

In a distant place, a strong man who also just woke up from a hangover sneezed.

Cesar took out all the bread from the paper bag and arranged them on the dining table by category.Roman wisely gave up the baguette to Cesar.This kind of thing that can be used as a weapon should not be pretended to be food, okay!

"Speaking of which, registration for the Silver Memorial Tournament has already begun, are you willing to participate?" Cesar tried to focus on the food, not to peek at Roman's chest exposed from his nightgown.

"The Silver Memorial?"

"It is the highest-level swordsmanship competition in the UK, and many foreign swordsmen will also come to participate. I want to sign up for you and August."

Official game!It's an international competition!Roman's eyes lit up.His blood as a swordsman is boiling.

"Of course I would like to participate!"

"Full of confidence? Huh?" Cesar's lips curved, "Who would have thought that you would hesitate to participate in a friendly exchange match a few days ago?"

That game did give Roman a lot of confidence.He just hoped it wasn't blind confidence.Cesar just said bluntly that he doesn't look like a man.Although Cesar said he didn't mean that, Roman thought he meant it.

"If you are sure that my level can compete, then I choose to believe in you."

Cesar was greatly moved. "Of course I'm sure. Although you still have a lot to learn." He couldn't help rubbing his hands, "I've never taught a student like you, and your progress is much faster than my curriculum, and you are in actual combat You're getting better in that. I think it's time to teach you 'that'."

"Which one?" Roman was ecstatic.Cesar's tone sounded as if he was going to teach him some unique skills!

"Wrestling," Cesar said with a smile.

For some reason, Roman felt that his smile was a little smug, a little sly, and a little lewd.It must be an illusion, right?