[ONE PIECE] Shanks' Notes on How to Train Your Dragon

Rong, "... eat dessert."

Spoiler: teacher

Beckman's room was dark, only a lamp on the desk was on, and the unburned cigarette butts on the glass ashtray seeped a little spark, and wisps of light smoke curled up.

The loud and noisy voices outside the door miraculously became quiet, and this eerie silence made An An a little uneasy.

She is currently studying Chinese characters and historical knowledge in Beckman's room. In the quiet and dim room, only Beckman's deep and magnetic voice echoes in her ears.

"5000 years ago, the Tree of Omniscience was born on O'Hara Island, which is located on the edge of the West Sea..."

An An yawned boredly, propping her chin with her left hand, holding a pencil with her right hand, nodding her sleepy head.

What bothered her the most was history. Every time she heard him talk about history, An An felt sleepy.

Beckman squinted at her, rolled the book into a tube and tapped her head, "Listen."

An An shuddered, and immediately straightened her waist, "Understood, Beckman."

Beckman moved his eyes to the book and continued to talk. His calm and slightly hoarse voice was simply a hypnotic artifact. An An persisted for three seconds and then began to yawn from sleepiness.

No!

An An, how can you be so depraved!

She pinched her thigh, but she almost cried out in pain with too much force, but luckily she bit her lower lip tightly to suppress the painful moan.

But for the well-informed Beckman, he clearly heard the coquettish hum from the corner of An An's mouth. His breathing was stagnant, his eyes flickered slightly, and his words paused imperceptibly for a moment, and then quickly recovered. normal.

boring……

Even though she cheered up and listened to the lecture, An An still felt that history was extremely boring.

So An Antuo raised his head and stared at Beckman without blinking.

It was the first time for her to look at Beckman so seriously, and found that he was quite good-looking.His brows are light blond, faintly shaded.His eyes are narrow and long, sharp like an eagle, and his facial features are correct, but no matter how you look at him, he is very cold and fierce.

But now he seems to be different from usual. The warm light from the desk lamp softens his sharp and cold side face, making him look less serious than before, and the thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose fill him with a layer of elegance .

Hmm...that's pretty cool.

"What?" Beckman's low voice rang in her ears.

An An came back to her senses in a trance, only to realize that she had spoken her heart just now.

When she didn't notice for a while, the distance between the two was terribly close. She could smell the refreshing smell of tobacco mixed with mint on Beckman's body. An An's heart beat faster, and she said guiltyly, "No...it's nothing."

After all, he seemed to feel that this was not convincing enough, so he added superfluous words: "I... I have been...a little tired these days. So, I often doze off... If I say it, don't mind..."

Beckman didn't speak, but just stared at her eyes calmly. An An's heart felt trembling when she was looked at, and finally she couldn't help but slammed the table with a 'snap' and stood up. Immediately feeling unreasonable, he muttered in a low voice:

"Today... let's stop here, Shanks is still waiting for me to go back." She bit her lower lip lightly, lowering her head and not daring to look directly at Beckman, "Goodbye, Beckman."

After finishing speaking, An An ran out as if fleeing for her life, but just after taking a step, Beckman grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"Wait a moment."

Beckman pulled her back to face him, held her armpits with both hands, picked her up and put her on the desk, put his hands on her sides, and leaned over to press her closer.

His series of actions were so fast that before An An could react, Bekaman was firmly locked in his shadow.

"You, what are you doing!" An An tugged at his collar in panic.

Beckman frowned impatiently, and whispered: "Don't move."

An An really didn't move, watching him getting closer and closer to her, the clear breath surrounded her, like a feather scratching her heart, it seemed that it would pop out the next moment.

Ah... no, I have to... I have to kiss!

An An wrinkled her delicate nose and closed her eyes tightly. She couldn't tell whether it was expectation or fear. Her hand clutching Beckman's clothes became more and more forceful, her knuckles turned white, and her palms were already soaked in warm sweat.

"Did you sneak into the kitchen again? There's cream all over your hair."

As expected, the contact on the lips did not come for a long time, An An opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Beckman looking at him jokingly, his fingertips were still stained with cream.

An An stared at him blankly, and Beckman's frame reflected her silly appearance, and she felt a little disappointed.

I don't know if it was too quiet or the room was too dark, but the sound of the beating heart seemed noisy at this moment.

An irresistible impulse took control of An An's body. She hooked Beckman's neck and pulled him down, kissed his slightly cool lips, easily pried open his teeth, and kissed him in his mouth. Tongues tangled.

The fragrance of tobacco and the clear taste of mint reverberated in the mouth, Beckman's breathing became rapid, his wide palm pinched An An's neck and pressed her down, and his rough fingertips stroked the meridians on her neck.

"What do you think?"

"what?"

Beckman's words brought her back to her senses. She first looked up at his quiet eyes in confusion, and then thought of the absurd thoughts in her mind just now, and felt that she was simply not a good dragon!

An An's ears turned red immediately, and the apology to Shanks in her heart made her want to cry. Did she feel too sorry for Shanks?

An An sniffed, with tears in her eyes. She wanted to get off the table, but she was completely held in his arms at the moment. Her legs were still wrapped around Beckman's waist, and she had to lift her feet if she wanted to leave.

"Beckman, let me go. I really want to go back."

Beckman approached her, "Okay, but you seem to have forgotten one thing."

"what?"

"You should call me Teacher, not Beckman."

An An froze for a moment, lowered her head to hide her shyness, na na: "... Teacher."

It was a miraculous thing that there was a smile on the usually stern face, as if the ice had melted.Beckman withdrew and left, keeping a distance of half a meter from An An, "Let's go."

An An immediately scrambled and ran out of the door, holding the door handle with her sweat-soaked hands, but couldn't open it. An An was so anxious and angry that she almost tore down the door.

"Did you lock the door? Why can't you open it!"

Beckman took off his glasses, leaned on the desk with his long legs, rubbed his eyebrows and sighed softly: "You push it out, not pull it in."

An An: "..."

An An turned around and glared at him angrily, then kicked the door open with a 'bang', and ran towards Shanks' room without stopping.

Beckman looked at the back of her fleeing in embarrassment, and finally couldn't help chuckling. He looked down at the cream left on his fingertips, and stuck out his tongue to roll it into his mouth.

Sweet, a little greasy.

He put the glasses on the desk and was about to tidy them up, but found a small water mark on the desk that couldn't be ignored, and An An ran away in a hurry without even taking away the notes and pencils.

Beckman opened An An's notebook, his fingertips slid across the page from top to bottom, and finally stopped at today's date.

There were no notes on it, only his name was written crookedly.

—Beckman.

When the affection was strong, the delicate kiss went from bottom to top, and Shanks noticed the bright red on An An's leg.

He froze, it wasn't his kiss.

Who would that be?

Shanks was top-heavy for a while, even if he didn't bother to think about some things, it didn't mean he was an idiot.

Ann... Did you come out of Beckman's room tonight?

"What are you thinking?" An An pouted dissatisfied.

Shanks returned to his senses in a trance, a deep and pleasant smile overflowed from his throat, he covered the bright red ball upwards, and replied in a deep voice:

"It's nothing."

Pineapple Head Marco

As the evening approached, An An and Shanks came to an island and were going to inquire about the direction to Wan Guo.

Shanks is of course responsible for asking directions. An An is the noble queen of dragons, as long as she stands behind Shanks and is responsible for being noble and glamorous.

But after asking nearly ten people, these humans either didn't know, or avoided it, trembling with fear.

Asked for a long time, no results at all.

An An sat down on a bench in the park, and Shanks sat shoulder to shoulder with her. He looked down at An An. She was wrapped in a black robe, and her face was covered by a wide hood. You could see her small, round jaw and strands of red hair.

"Don't be discouraged, I remember I have been to all nations once." Shanks said.

An An became interested and asked, "What about after that?"

Shanks touched his chin and said: "I was talking to BIGMOM about something at the time. She sent someone to send a one-time pointer, and we arrived in Wanguo. I heard that only her sons and daughters and cadres have permanent pointers, and the rest If you want to go to Wanguo, the only way is to receive an invitation letter from BIGMOM."

An An blinked, "Then what should I do to receive the invitation letter?"

Shanks: "She will hold a tea party every once in a while, and some people will be invited to the tea party."

"Tea party?" An An tilted her head in doubt, "What is a tea party?"

Shanks never attended a tea party, he only attended a drinking party.Although he has not experienced it personally, he still knows a little bit:

"A tea party is a group of people gathering together to drink black tea and eat various desserts."

Black tea, dessert.

... What does it smell like?

Ann licked her dry lips, although she was sitting on the chair now