Royal Alchemist

This was probably the worst vacation Girod had ever had. He wasted a training session to follow Jon, and instead of untying the knot between the two, he messed it up.

"Fast dropped out of school." Safirol said to Girod.The two stood chatting on the overpass beside the boulevard, surrounded by the green shade, full of laughter and laughter from students.

Girod responded casually, drinking a freshly squeezed drink, staring straight down.

Safirol sighed: "Fast is arrogant and domineering, and he has no fatherly style, but I thought he could at least graduate smoothly, but I didn't expect to end up in this field. Do you know who planned it?"

"Who?" Gerald asked absently.

"Fengqi!" Safirol's eyes flashed slightly, "It may be too serious to say that it was a plan, and it was Faster who did the crime himself, but Fengqi did a lot of work to fuel the flames. Professor Zhuo and Xie Jiang are natural to Faster. You’re not polite, the conflict between Qiuye and Fast has been going on for a long time, and it’s reasonable for Feng Qi to vent his anger on Qiuye. It’s too much to engage in hair, to make a commotion in the city, and then to Kirk to cut the mess quickly. It’s clean and neat, and when you think about it carefully, it’s really a little chilling.”

Safirol was so absorbed in his words that Girod was not thinking about it. He waited for a long time for his friend's response. Safirol followed his line of sight suspiciously and stood under the shade of a tree diagonally below them. Two people, one of them is Jon, and the other doesn't know each other.

Safirol didn't know this person, but Girod did. It was Ruskin who had been entangled with Jon.

Ruskin didn't know what to say to Jon, and his demeanor was gentle and tender. Jon lowered his head slightly, as if he was in a daze.

Seeing Ruskin's expression showing a trace of eagerness, getting closer and closer to Jon, almost swaying his ears, Girod suddenly shook his arm, and turned over the drink in his hand-it was a glass full of tomato and vegetable juice.

Saffirol never expected that Girod would do such an outrageous thing, so he saw Girod's figure shake, thinking that he would turn his head and leave, but he didn't expect him to jump off the railing overpass.

Jon was a little embarrassed, because Ruskin was confessing his love to him. The senior was very smart and careful. He said that he didn't expect the future or the rewards, but only hoped to give him the opportunity to accompany him.Jon is a soft-hearted person. He put his attitude down so low that he couldn't bear to refuse, but there was an untimely voice in his heart making noise, and he couldn't say a good word.

Just when he was upset, the red liquid poured down, and Ruskin's expectant face was covered with tomato juice.

Jon was startled, and then Gerald suddenly fell from the sky and walked towards them with a black face.

The blue and white uniform was dyed pink, and Ruskin was still in shock and dazed with juice on his hands.

Jon habitually reprimanded: "Girold, what are you doing..."

Before he finished speaking, Gerald separated them forcefully: "I'm so sorry, my hand slipped and stained your clothes."

No matter how polite his words are, his expression is so cold, and what can almost be called murderous intent is revealed in his eyes.

The students passing by were whispering, some were watching the fun and some were watching the jokes.

Ruskin was very annoyed, no one was happy to be splashed all over with filth, but for Jon's sake, he put up with it.

"Girald! What else can you do except make me unhappy!" Jon took out a handkerchief and tried to wipe Ruskin. It was really embarrassing to make it like this.

Girod couldn't bear it, grabbed Jon's arm and pulled him back.

Jon was so painful that his hand was about to break: "Let go! Let go!"

Gerald didn't speak, just stared at Jon with bottomless eyes.

Jon raised his head to meet Gerald's gaze, and found that this time was different, his heart trembled for no reason, but his hand really hurt badly.Anger burned up little by little. Although he couldn't fight the opponent with brute force, Jon gritted his teeth and insisted on confronting him, even though his wrist was pinched red.

Ruskin wanted to say something more, but found that he couldn't get in at all.

"I will wash your uniform for you!" Girod dropped this sentence, dragged Jon away, and his angry eyes clearly hinted at the second part of the sentence: Don't touch my man!

Finally reaching a corner where no one was around, Jon punched Girod in the face.

Although Jon was not very strong, the punch full of anger fell on him with some weight, but Gerald didn't dodge or evade and stood upright, but he just didn't let go.

"What do you want?" Gerald pressed his throat.

Jon was stunned for a moment and shouted back not to be outdone: "I should ask you this question!"

"Why is that guy lingering? It's like a fly! Doesn't he know he's annoying? What's he talking to you? What the hell is he talking to you with that look of wanting to pounce on you! "

Jon was sweating profusely from the pain, and spit out a few words between his teeth: "It has nothing to do with you!"

"Related! Everything about you is related to me!"

Jon's gaze was like a knife, and he looked deeply into Gerald's eyes: "Why did you kiss me that day?"

Girod seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt. This question caught him off guard. Although it had been many days, his memory was still fresh. The indulgent kiss under the fireworks was sweet and gentle.

I thought I would just bury my heart, but I was dug out unexpectedly, sweet and flustered.Why?Why exactly?

Does this need to be said?

Gerald said with a trembling voice, "Because I..."

"Answer me after you think about it!" Jon snapped loudly.

Those two words suddenly became very heavy and stuck in his throat, blocking him so much that he couldn't utter a single word.

As soon as he let go of his hand, Jon broke free and stepped back again and again to widen the distance.

——People born in the gene cabin must have IQ problems, right?

—What new aristocrat?Nouveau riche with no background, only do some immoral things!

—Don't bring disgusting topics into the house!

It was deafening to hear the old sayings since childhood. In the old aristocratic class, pastime is okay, but once any gay couple seriously wants to be together, they will undoubtedly be expelled from the social circle, and even the family will be embarrassed. There is no light, especially for an ancient family with a long history like Lennon and Clark, don't even think about the right of inheritance.

However, the person in front of her was too ecstatic, and the kiss that night was too sweet.

"We...I think we..." Gerald reached out to Jon, like a drowning man trying to grab the last straw, "...try?"

Jon's expression was shocked, but he didn't expect that Gerald would really say it, and the hidden deep joy flashed past, and after the astonishment, his mouth was still full of bitterness: "No."

This time it was Girod's turn to be surprised, and his self-esteem was hurt after being rejected again, and he was also unexpectedly unwilling.

Is he not of one mind with himself?

"Why? You obviously...why don't you dare to try?"

"I dare, I don't care!" Jon regained his composure, "It's you who dare not."

Gerald laughed: "What nonsense are you talking about, I said try it."

"Try it, and give up when you get in trouble?"

"What are you talking about?" Gerald asked angrily.

"Do you dare to say that you are not afraid of being laughed at by your friends? Do you dare to disobey your father's orders? Do you dare to say that you don't want the Lennon family business? The right hand of the emperor, the noble status, do you dare to say that you don't want it?"

"I..." Every question hit Gerald's heart, hammering his heart ache, "Maybe it's not so bad..."

"What if it's worse than I said?"

Gerald was irritable and irritable. He felt that Jon's words were thorny, and he hated himself for not being able to fight and say nothing. He only wanted to hold his hand and be with him until he grew old. "I said try it, why don't you believe it?"

"Don't I know you yet?" Jon backed away slowly, turning around silently.

Gerald wanted to say something, but in the end he just watched him go.

He was extremely angry, but for some reason he lost the motivation to catch up.

After hesitating for a moment, he also turned around and left. At first, his footsteps were heavy and slow, and he gradually quickened his pace. Finally, he galloped, full of resentment, wishing that the fire would burn up.

He ran back to the dormitory recklessly, pulled out the wooden gift box, and opened the lid.Trying to calm down, he took out the quill in the most peaceful manner, and held it in the palm of his hand, as gently as the most devout believer holding a statue of a god.

Suddenly he became excited again, and searched through boxes and chests.

"Paper? Where is the paper?"

Gerald never used a pen, and he had no paper to write on.

Hearing a slight noise outside the door, he rushed out without hesitation, and grabbed Safirol who had just come back: "Do you have any paper?"

Safirol didn't see the dispute between him and Jon, but he was as smart as he could see a lot of clues from his friend's words and deeds, not to mention that Jon and them were childhood partners who grew up together and knew each other well. .

Seeing the panic and confusion of his friend, Safirol sighed secretly, returned to the room, and took out a few pieces of lightly scented dark textured paper a few minutes later.

Girod was ecstatic, grabbed the paper with his hands, and was stopped by Safirol just as he was about to go back to his room.

"Girold, doing whatever you want is an idiotic delusion. While enjoying top-notch resources, you will also be bound accordingly and bear heavier responsibilities."

It was as if a basin of cold water was poured on the face, cooling the frenzied Girod into his heart.

If you want to get it, you must give it up. If you want the supreme right, you must give up your freedom, including the freedom to love someone.

Girod returned to the room and carefully spread out the fragrant paper on the table. The quill pen was stained with ink and fell heavily on the delicate paper.

He wanted to write a full name, but ended up with only one letter.

J, one horizontal and one tick.

Maybe it's because I haven't written with a pen for too long, the strokes are not smooth enough, there are some strange jitters, and the ending is too small, which looks very stiff.

After all, he couldn't write the charm of that stroke, and the enchanting and provocative hook in his mind completely disturbed his heart.

He dropped the pen and slumped on the chair.