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It was almost torture for the guide.

In fact, Zhou Zekai, who had no expression before, seemed to have been punched hard in the stomach suddenly, and his whole body hunched up, his hands tightly hugging his own arms.

Jiang Botao endured the discomfort caused by the excessive emotional flow, gently stretched out his right hand, and slowly pressed on the sharpshooter's shoulder, doing simple comforting movements; at the same time, accepting the other's pain slowly and bit by bit , and then carefully sort out, divert, and eliminate.

In the process of waiting for him to regain his composure, Jiang Botao had no choice but to realize a fact: whether it was luck or misfortune, he and Zhou Zekai had a very good compatibility—or in a more popular way of saying—speed dating.

There was no physical contact just now, just eye contact and standing closer can convey emotions without any discount, which is a proof of excellent compatibility.

Still, it doesn't sway his decision.

Fortunately, the young sentinel, who was too preoccupied just now, certainly didn't have the time to realize how much his feelings could affect the equally young guide.

"Sorry," let go without a trace, apologized in a soft voice, supplemented by a slightly frowning, sincere expression, and then took the topic away directly to prevent the sentry from being irritated again, "Why don't you go back to the dormitory first? I A little hungry."

Zhou Zekai looked at him, nodded silently, turned around and continued walking forward, Jiang Botao quickly followed his pace.

Obviously neither of them spoke, but the sharpshooter walking in front still exuded a faint sadness.More or less out of a sense of guilt, Jiang Botao silently accepted these emotions and resolved them for him. The sadness quickly melted like snow in the sun, and finally turned into a touch of happiness again.

What a simple person.

While lamenting how difficult it is to appease the other party's emotions, he couldn't help being a little curious: Why does such a powerful and simple sentinel have such intense and painful emotions just hearing the word "captain"?

But such curiosity is only fleeting.

When he was about to reach the dormitory building, he heard Zhou Zekai say two words quickly and lightly: "Xiao Zhou."

Realizing that this was answering his earlier question "what should I call you", Jiang Botao couldn't help but laugh.

Obviously, the other party has been seriously thinking about this issue along the way.

This is really...

He read it again: "Xiao Zhou."

Zhou Zekai gave a soft, short "hmm".

Before entering the dormitory, Zhou Zekai suddenly stopped.He turned around, looked at Jiang Botao's stomach, frowned slightly, hesitated for a while, and finally said, "...for dinner?"

Without even needing to read his emotions, the Spellblade knew something was wrong—his stomach had been hungry for too long and made a slight noise, heard by the sentry.

Since Zhou Zekai reacted like this, the growling stomach must be true, but the sound was so soft that even he couldn't hear it, most people would be smart enough to pretend they didn't hear it, right?At least it's not so obvious to look at other people's stomachs.

Jiang Botao couldn't help but smile, and then thought:

As a guide myself, of course, I can completely believe that the sharpshooter's reaction is completely out of good intentions; but if it is changed to certain occasions and certain people, maybe it will turn into anger instead.

He seemed to be able to deduce something, despite only being in contact for a few hours.

Perhaps, Zhou Zekai's mental state is so bad, and his reaction to the word "captain" is so violent, because of the problem that the sentinels are particularly prone to encounter - interpersonal relationship.

Reminiscent of the torrent of maliciousness he had encountered in the club building, Jiang Botao suppressed the almost certain assumptions in his chest, smiled and said to Zhou Zekai: "Well, let's go eat first."

When he walked out of the back door of the Samsara Club, Jiang Botao regretted it.

City S in winter is extremely cold and damp, but this night, probably because it had just snowed during the day, the wind that blew from time to time seemed particularly harsh.

He himself was alright, he was wearing a thick long coat and gloves; Zhou Zekai was only wearing a windbreaker, and his slender hands with ten fingers were just exposed to the cold wind.Although he is a sentinel, his fear of the cold is not much different from that of ordinary people—in other words, because his five senses are too sensitive, Zhou Zekai's perception of temperature is actually stronger than ordinary people.

so cold-

Zhou Zekai didn't say that, but every time the cold wind blew, his feeling of discomfort due to the cold was directly and undisguisedly transmitted to Jiang Botao.

The uncomfortable feeling was explicit and real, as if it was me who was frozen.

If he had known that he was so cold, he should go back to the dormitory anyway, at least he could get some warm clothes.Jiang Botao thought with regret, looking at the lights in front of him—it looked like the lights of a small restaurant, and it was still far away on the other side of the street.

He pulled Zhou Zekai, took off his gloves and handed them over.

Seeing that he was bare-handed, the sharpshooter hurriedly shook his head, refusing to accept it.

"I didn't say send you off, what are you afraid of?" He raised his left hand in his pocket, indicating that he could put his hand in his pocket to keep out the cold, and then stuffed the glove to him, "Here, I have a bigger one."

So Zhou Zekai picked it up and put it on slowly: "...Thank you."

"No need to thank you," Jiang Botao smiled, teasing on purpose, "Let me declare that this is for rent, and I won't pay a penny for the dinner later."

Zhou Zekai looked at him and said "Mmm".

The two continued to walk one after the other without saying anything.

A quiet, seemingly gentle emotion slowly spread.

Jiang Botao's heart trembled, and he realized that he had accidentally done something that might make the other party look forward to, so he deliberately opened up some gossip topics to interrupt, so as not to make the atmosphere too delicate.

Zhou Zekai just listened silently.

Such an atmosphere did not last long.

Still far away from the small restaurant, the sharpshooter stopped.

At the same moment, his originally soft and pure emotional flow suddenly became muddy.

This time Jiang Botao reacted very quickly, while calming his emotions, he patiently searched for the information he needed from the emotional flow.

Zhou Zekai's emotions were changing like a river full of colors.

The first moment was surprise, followed by distinct disgust, and the same type of pain as before, and then, worry, and even a little... fear.

Scared.

Jiang Botao was a little surprised to sort it out here.

He thought that he would not find this kind of emotion in Zhou Zekai.

He was a young sentinel who was strong enough, Jiang Botao couldn't think of anything that could scare Zhou Zekai.

Jiang Botao looked across the road.

On the sidewalk across the road, several people came together from a distance.

Except for these few people, the street was empty.Even in a metropolis like City S, not every road is full of people at night.There is no other sign, it seems that the reason is those few people.

The distance was so far that Jiang Botao could barely tell who they were, but for the sentinel with keen senses, not only was it not a problem to identify their identities, but he probably knew exactly what wine they had for dinner.

Although I don't know why the sentinel was afraid, but it's never wrong to divert attention.

Jiang Botao continued to talk while walking, this time he took care to intersperse some light-hearted jokes, and added questions that were easy to answer with short vocabulary.

But this approach didn't work.

Those few people walked towards them across the street, and as the distance between the two sides got closer, the element of fear in Zhou Zekai's emotional flow became more and more serious, mixed with worry, and even covered up his disgust and pain.

The deserted streets on winter nights are very quiet.

Those few people on the other side of the street uttered a low, short exclamation, and at the same time, hatred, fear, confusion... The flow of dirty emotions also quietly permeated.

That was the multiple malice I felt in the Samsara Club building in the afternoon.

Faintly, it seems to have heard the person across the road mention "guide".

No need to listen carefully, the anger and guilt of the sentinel around him proved a fact:

On the other side of the road, someone who was not at odds with Zhou Zekai—probably his teammate—was attacking him.

Jiang Botao couldn't help feeling a little ridiculous.

He didn't even say a word to those Samsara team members, and he just came to Samsara today, and he didn't do anything yet, so he was put in the position of imaginary enemy for no reason.

From another perspective, this is not surprising.

In the eyes of many ordinary people, the guide is purely an appendage of the sentinel.

It's a stupid idea, but deadly common.

After all, compared with the emotional flow and mental state mastered by the guide, the sentinel's obvious talents are obviously much more dazzling and easier to understand.

There is no doubt that in the Samsara Club at the moment, he is regarded as an accessory, with a special label for Zhou Zekai.

It was very annoying, but Jiang Botao couldn't take his anger out on the sentry around him.

From the beginning to the end, the young sharpshooter did not have a trace of malice, but was angry at being criticized for his innocence, and apologized for implicating himself.

Ignoring the few figures on the other side of the road that were fading away, he patted Zhou Zekai on the shoulder, calming down the other party's excessive anger without a trace, and said with a smile, "Let's go, I'm really hungry."

Press the switch, and the warm orange light will fill the whole room.

Returning to his room after dinner, Zhou Zekai finally felt relieved.

But seeing Jiang Botao sitting down in front of him, the young sentinel had a rare... want to run away.

Zhou Zekai's awakening was so early that he has been a sentinel since he can remember.

His awakening process seems to be very tragic, although