i'm in love with the sentinel who wants to kill me

Heavy breathing hit Ji Mo's face.

At the end of the season, he held the sentry's face with both hands, and his fingers plunged into the soft face, tightly clamping his skull.

The sentinel was breathing very hard, his entire chest was heaving violently, but his thick eyelashes were tightly closed, and he just didn't open his eyes.

"Moddy, Moddy..."

Their foreheads touched, Ji Mo murmured his name.

A sense of powerlessness gripped him deeply, his Sentinel was in a psychic riot, and he couldn't soothe him.

What is happening at this moment, the day he met Morty at the end of the season, he knew it.Reality and prediction coincided, and at the end of the season, the blood all over his body was flowing backwards, and finally shrank to the position of his heart. Every heartbeat seemed to stab a knife in his heart.

Breaking the spiritual connection can be painful, but...

His Sentry will be fine.he knows.

Ji Mo held Modi's face like this, his pale lips trembling slightly.His eyes moved bit by bit, and with infinite nostalgia, he looked at Modi's face all over.Then he moved closer, opened his eyes, and seriously placed a kiss on the sentry's lips.He gently sucked the sentry's soft and hot lips, his eyes were flushed.

This is the last kiss.

Trembling, he let go of his hands, opened his arms, and very slowly embraced the sentinel in front of him.

When the arms were closed behind his back, Ji Mo said softly: "Persist a little longer, Modi. You will wake up in ten seconds."

Counting down to the end of the season.

ten……

Nine... His heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

Eight... the breathing became more and more rapid.

Seven... At the end of the season, I closed my eyes.

Six... Tears came out from under the eyelashes.

five……

Four... Morty...

Three... Morty!

Two... Morty.

One... Morty...

The voice at the end of the season was hoarse and choked, and the last sentence was fragmented.

"Sorry, I……"

"I lied to you."

The countdown is over.

At the end of the season, he looked at the tip of the dagger protruding from his chest.

The cold front pierced through the flesh and became warm, because the piercing speed from the back chest was fast enough, and the tip of the knife even gleamed coldly.The moment the chest cavity was pierced through, Ji Mo even heard the blunt sound of the sharp knife sinking into the flesh and slicing across the ribs.

The entire spiritual domain seemed to collapse with this knife, shattering into ashes.At the end of the season, he no longer had the strength to support his neck, his arms suddenly dropped, and he fell on the sentinel.Blood spurted from the chest, and the clothes between the two were soaked in an instant, and then trickled down, like an angry stream.

At the end of the season, his cheek was pressed against Modi's neck, and his chin rested on the opponent's shoulder.A lover's pose of incomparable tenderness and intimacy.

He struggled to let the five senses peel off slower and slower, but just like the pain of being stabbed in the chest had to be endured, the flow of mental power couldn't be stopped.When he was almost unable to open his eyes, the sentinel he was relying on suddenly trembled violently, and then an all-too-familiar voice roared in his ears, like thunder on the ground.

"The end of the season—!"

Ji Mo's weak body was straightened, but he lowered his head, but at the moment when he and Modi's body suddenly separated, he opened his eyes with the last bit of strength and looked at his sentinel.

Fate is so fucking cruel.

He had never seen Modi in such a state of embarrassment, his neck and side face were covered with blood, and his expression was distorted and ferocious.

Like a ghost who escaped from hell.

The weaker and weaker spiritual union between them made the end of the season feel that Modi seemed to be in more pain than himself.

The spiritual connection is about to be broken... It's fine if it's broken...

Stop the pain, I can't bear the pain anymore... Ji Mo wanted to make a laugh, whether it was a joke or comfort, but before his consciousness disappeared, he didn't know if he had made the laugh.

...smile...

When I saw you for the first time, you had such a beautiful smile...

***

"It would be nice if only one person remembered the encounter between two people. ——The end of the season "Irrelevant Records""

At the end of the season, he drank the last sip of milk coffee, put away the computer, and then asked for a glass of water, holding it in his mouth in a daze.

This coffee shop is opened on the opposite side of the tower, and it has almost become a queen coffee shop for the staff in the tower.At two o'clock in the afternoon, it was working time, and there was no one in the store.

At the end of the season, he drank water slowly.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Little brother, I've been paying attention to you for a long time. My surname is Mo, and my name is Mo Di. What's your name?"

At the end of the season, he looked in the direction of the sound.A young man sat across the table from him, with black hair and black pupils, deep brows and eyes, looking at him with a smile.That smile is brighter than the sun at two o'clock in the afternoon outside the glass window.

Ji Mo's eyes narrowed because of that smile.

He picked up the handbag, smiled politely, turned and left.

Unexpectedly, the young man chased after him like a big dog, and chased him all the way to the door of the store, still saying: "Let's get to know each other. My surname is Mo, and my name is Modi. What's your name?"

Ji Mo sighed inwardly.

Brother, you are still young.

If you have to strike up a conversation, can you not pick the name of a historical figure from 1000 years ago?Your surname is Modi, why don’t your surname be Ma and your name is Macron?

At the end of the season, he glanced at the young man behind him again.The young man who called himself "Modi" saw him turn his head, and the lights in his eyes were like fireworks, about to explode.Just looking at each other like this, Ji Mo was sensitively aware of the Sentinel's mental power rippling in the air, warm and powerful, wrapping around him.

Gee.

The cafe clerk stepped forward worriedly.In public places, sentries are not allowed to release their mental power at will. They are too aggressive and easy to accidentally injure. "This gentleman..." Before the clerk could finish speaking, Ji Mo went out, and the sentinel chased after him.

Ji Mo looked at the sentinel stuck behind him speechlessly.

At the end of the season: "The surname is Mo, and the name is Modi, right?"

Morty: "Yeah."

Ji Mo smiled, but it was fleeting: "My name is Ji, and my name is Tymoshenko."

Hearing this name, Mo Di was stunned on the spot. Before he could react, Ji Mo had already stopped the taxi on the side of the road and got into the car.

"Go to University A." Ji Mo said to the driver.

Looking through the car window, Modi's eyes were very complicated, and his expression was indescribable.

Laughed out loud at the end of the season.

At the end of the season, I am 24 years old this year. I work as a researcher in the tower's confidential department "Human Re-Evolution Research Department".

This is an elective course, and the upper limit of course selection is 40 students, but for some reason, every time that small classroom can accommodate nearly a hundred students, not to mention the students sitting on the ground in the aisle, even at the end of the season, I even saw two seats. Five students were squeezed—two seats for four students, and the fifth was held in the middle to vacate. University A encourages students to sit in. In order to match the students' enthusiasm for learning, after a few classes, they considerately changed the lecture hall for the end of the season. As a result, only 40 people were selected for this class, and now 300 people can come.

The taxi quickly arrived at University A.From the moment he got off the bus at the end of the season, some students came up to greet him, and he responded politely and distantly all the way to the office.

Putting down the bag, Ji Mo sighed.

Today's kids really don't understand.Let’s not talk about secretly filming the teacher, and there is no psychological burden to confess to the teacher.The mentality at the end of the season is very vicissitudes, but in fact, he is not much older than these students.

He has been teaching at University A for two years, and there are dozens of students who have rejected him.I just pushed out two more love letters on the road, one of which still had the spirit of the sentinel attached to it, and I felt tired at the end of the season.

At the end of the season, rubbing his temples, he turned on the desk lamp and started preparing for lessons.He is already very busy with his work in the tower, and he can only come to University A to prepare lessons in advance every time, and sometimes he doesn't even have time for dinner.

At six o'clock, the end of the quarter walked into the classroom on time.

Today's lecture theater...Looking around at the end of the season, why do you feel that something is different?

His eyes wandered around, and he finally found that sitting in the middle of the first row of the classroom was the "Modi" he had seen in the coffee shop in the afternoon!

The eyes met, and the big dog's eyes ignited two clusters of small flames.

Season End: "..."

At the end of the season, he pretended not to know him, connected the computer to the projector, and said flatly: "The class representative gave me the sign-in sheet." Although there were many students attending the class, he was only responsible for the attendance of the forty students who had chosen the class. Included in ordinary times.

The class representative ran over, she was a little guide girl.She put the sign-in form on the table with both hands, "Mr. Ji, the school notified that there is one more student who has chosen a course, so there is an extra line written on the sign-in form."

At the end of the season: "An extra one?"

Class representative: "Yes, teacher. That classmate enrolled in the mid-term, and the school opened a course selection channel for him alone. I checked the course selection system, and he has indeed chosen this course."

Ji Mo nodded: "Okay, I see, thank you Xiao Yu."

The class representative girl blushed immediately, and she quickly said, "You're welcome, you're welcome!" Then she ran to her seat happily.Her name is Lin Xiaoyu, she adores Teacher Ji very much, and she is inspired to become such a strong and gentle guide as Teacher Ji in the future.

Sitting on the seat, Lin Xiaoyu held her chin and stared at Teacher Ji.When choosing a class representative for the first class, Teacher Ji chose her among Yishui'er's sentinels!She must study hard and cooperate with Teacher Ji's work!

In fact, Lin Xiaoyu thought too much.At the end of the season, she was chosen entirely because she was a simple guide girl who had no idea about him.Those sentinels who volunteered... If it weren't for the fresh air system in the classroom, their mental strength might blow up the classroom.

At the end of the quarter, after copying the courseware on the desktop, he glanced at the sign-in sheet.

At the bottom of the sign-in form is a line of handwritten words.

"Name Modi School Number 2012804037 Sentinel..."

Morty?

The end of the season felt bad for no reason.But class was about to start, so he didn't think much about it.

Turning on the microphone on the podium, he looked directly at the students and said calmly, "Let's start the class."

"The so-called cognitive domain matrix is ​​a collection of all cognitive domains for a certain concept. There is an upper limit to the number of cognitive domains that can be accommodated by the cognitive domain matrix, which is positively related to the mental strength of sentries and guides. We This concept is introduced because in the appeasement cooperation between the sentry and the guide, if the matrix of the sentry's cognitive domain is obviously larger than that of the guide, then all the feelings beyond his cognitive domain will not be appeased."

At the end of the season, look around the class and see how well they understand through their eyes.

At the end of the season, the question was asked: "If a guide's mental power rating is A-level, what is the upper limit of the mental power he can appease the sentinel?"

A group of students raised their hands.

At the end of the season, I took a closer look and picked a student on the course selection list.

"Yuan Zhen."

Yuan Zhen replied loudly: "A level. And the lower the corresponding sentinel level, the stronger the guide's ability to appease."

End of season: "Good."

……

After class, the end of the quarter was surrounded by students asking questions.After answering the questions, there were not many people left in the huge auditorium.

"Goodbye, Teacher Ji!"

"Goodbye male god!"

At the end of the season, he packed his bag and nodded. "goodbye."

Unplugging the USB flash drive from the computer, Ji Mo looked up, only to find that standing in front of the podium was the sentinel who had accosted him in the coffee shop in the afternoon.

Heh, I didn't expect to strike up a conversation with my teacher, it's embarrassing.

At the end of the season, he smiled politely, and said to himself that the teacher didn't make things difficult for you, so the matter was over.Unexpectedly, the sentry picked up the sign-in sheet on the table and pointed to the last line to write.

"Teacher, my name is Modi."

At the end of the season, the hand that was pulling the zipper stopped suddenly.These two Chinese characters seemed to split apart in front of his eyes, why didn't he recognize them.

Seeing his reaction, Modi raised his eyebrows, twitched the corners of his mouth, and provoked a teasing smile.

"So sir, is your name really Tymoshenko?"

At the end of the season: "..." careless.

Ji Mo sullenly pretended not to hear anything, then reached for the sign-in form in Modi's hand and accidentally touched his hand.

The moment the skin touched, Ji Mo's eyes widened instantly, and the blood on his face faded away.

He saw himself sitting on top of the ruins with his arms around Morty.Morty was unconscious, and all he could do was not to comfort him.At the end of the season, he saw himself kissing Modi's lips lightly. A few seconds later, Modi suddenly had a dagger in his hand and stabbed himself in the back.He even felt the pain of being stabbed.

At the end of the season, he withdrew his hand like an electric shock, but his fingertips pinched the sign-in sheet too tightly, and with a "hissing", the A4 paper split into two pieces.

Mo Di was surprised to see the instant change of Ji Mo's face, Ji Mo's entire face was pale, and his body was shaking.He hurriedly put half of the registration form in his hand on the table.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Ji..." Mo Di apologized flusteredly.

At the end of the quarter, he took a few short breaths, quickly grabbed the half of the sign-in form and stuffed it into his bag, not caring if the corners were wrinkled.

"It's okay." Without looking at Modi, he picked up his bag and walked out of the classroom without looking back.

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