[Comprehensive Anglo-American] To be a king can save the world

At the entrance of the shopping mall at dusk, Dick saw Ryan from a distance, across the street.

Ryan's expression was indifferent. He was standing on the side of the street with a blind stick in one hand. Under the street lights, the hazy glow of car lights and buildings in the distance fell on Ryan. , but opened up a piece of land for Ryan.

This makes him look far away from the hustle and bustle and close to the world, as if he is far away.

For no reason, Dick's heart tightened. He took advantage of the red light and ran to Ryan's side.

"Wait long, sir."

Compared with Dick's well-chosen clothes, Ryan seemed to be prepared. He was wearing a brand new black suit, just like most of the time he used to give people the impression.

Dick hoped that Ryan could change into some other clothes, but he couldn't think of anything more suitable for Ryan besides a suit, because he thought Ryan looked best when he didn't wear anything.

He noticed that Ryan had replaced it with a new pair of emerald collar and cuff links, and a beautiful and extravagant tie clip.

These were things Dick had never seen in Ryan, who dressed low-key enough most of the time, and whose hair was styled and wavy and smooth.

It can be seen that Ryan has prepared for this date with his own personality.

"Good evening." Leon paused, showing a soft smile. "Sir? I thought we were off hours? Dick."

Ryan is a person who has engraved etiquette and distance in his bones. He is used to calling others by their surnames, adding appropriate modifiers, and being polite and distant.

Although Dick always asked Ryan to call him by his first name, Ryan would reluctantly cooperate with him by calling twice, which made Dick happy, and it didn't take long for Dick to call Dick Grayson again.

Now Ryan called his name deliberately, obviously worried that Dick would be nervous about the date.

Dick couldn't help but raise his lips, his officer was really gentle.

Dick stepped in front of Ryan, and felt Dick's breath turn from his side to the front of him. Ryan raised his head and 'stared' at Dick with some doubts, and there seemed to be no expression on his delicate face.

Dick saw his confusion from Ryan's slightly frowned eyebrows.

Dick lowered his eyes, with a magnetic smile in his clear voice. "But I like to call you that, sir." Dick repeated the word sir, holding it in his mouth, rolling his tongue before uttering it, which was even more confusing.

This is his unique title for Ryan Brea.

Like some titles on the Internet, they are very ambiguous, but they are enough to declare sovereignty.

Dick's slightly hoarse and magnetic voice was like a soft feather with a smile in it. It lightly passed over Ryan's cochlea, causing the cochlea to resonate and tremble, making the scalp numb.

On weekdays, Ryan didn't feel that this title was meaningful. After Dick breathed out the word ambiguously just now, he felt ashamed and embarrassed no matter how he heard it.

Ryan bit the bullet and replied: "Okay, where shall we go first?"

"Well..." Dick looked around, he took Ryan's cool palm very naturally, and then inserted his fingers into the gaps between Ryan's fingers, interlocking his fingers. "How about going to the game hall."

Ryan raised his eyes, and his dull eyes swept across Dick, and then he lowered his eyes again, and his dark eyes flashed across the tightly held hands of the two.

"It's all right."

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In the game hall, there are not many items that Ryan can experience.

Fortunately, Dick is a caring boyfriend. Since he knew that Ryan's eyes were inconvenient and chose to come to the game hall, he must have his own ideas.

Dick stuck to Ryan's back, grabbed Ryan's hand and adjusted his direction to help him shoot in front of the shooting machine. He carefully told Ryan where the ball was and where the hoop was.

In front of the basketball machine next door, two tall black youths crossed their arms and stared at Dick and Ryan with mocking and disgusting expressions. The two whispered to each other about 'gay'.

Hearing this, Dick glanced at them. The two black youths grinned and raised their middle fingers at Dick.

In the United States, homosexuality has been legal for a long time, but not everyone supports this law. There are still many people who are anti-homosexual and believe that homosexuality is deformed and distorted.

The two men in front of me are obviously against homosexuality.

Dick frowned and looked away. He spoke to Ryan with the same voice just now, as if nothing happened.

Just take care of yourself, no need to care about what others think of them.

Ryan's concentration is very good. Dick just helped him adjust his position once, and he clearly remembered the position of the basket.

Except for the first two shots that were outrageously crooked and didn't even touch the frame, after Dick took Ryan once, Ryan made every shot, the ball hit the frame, and didn't touch the basket or the backboard.

30 points, 30 points, 30 points.

The rapid increase in points quickly made Ryan overtake the group of black players next to him. Seeing that they were overtaken, the two young men had to keep speeding up their pitches. As a result, the more flustered they were, the more inaccurate they were.

In the end, Ryan won the two black youths with a huge score difference of 180.

The two black youths stared at Ryan dumbfounded. They naturally saw that Ryan had eye problems. Even in such a situation, Ryan could easily pull them up a bit.

In the end, the two black youths applauded Ryan convincingly.

Later, they tried some games that Ryan could touch, such as pinching dolls, which were controlled by Dick and Ryan, and they had a good time.

Ryan sat on a sofa in the library, flipping through a book in Braille, Uncle Tom's Cabin, provided by the librarian.

There is a very popular tea shop opposite the library. Even at 8 or 9 o'clock in the evening, there is still a long line outside the tea shop, and Dick went to queue.

Originally, Ryan said that he was queuing with him, and Dick hoped that Ryan could take a break, so he asked Ryan to read a book in the library and take a break.

Well, Dick had some kind of petty mind.

There were a lot of women in the queue, and these crazy, fanatical women couldn't help but get 'casual' when they saw Ryan. Dick couldn't stand this, he would be crazy jealous.

Of course, Dick's face and good figure have also allowed him to be raped by men and women. Dick can pretend to be 'unaware' and easily avoid those hands who are trying to wipe him.

So he was even more worried that when those who tried to profiteering stretched out their hands to Ryan, they would be thrown to the ground by Ryan as an enemy. Ryan was a very good FBI agent before he lost his light.

Even with the loss of light, Ryan's fighting instincts were still preserved.

Just two or three days ago, a guy wanted to steal Ryan's wallet because he couldn't see anything, and his fingers just touched Ryan.

Ryan threw the man face down on the ground with a neat over-the-shoulder fall. His hands clasped the man's arms behind his back, and his knees pressed the man's back, throwing him hard to the ground.

The matter of queuing up is different from the above matter. If the person does not admit that he is taking advantage of it, then Ryan is attacking the citizens and will be dismissed for inspection.

More importantly, Dick has always seen that Ryan is not in a good mood these days.

Ryan always had that perfect, gentle smile when Dick looked at him, and when Dick looked away, Ryan's smile would fade away, revealing that silent, expressionless face.

Ryan was involved in some kind of incident and was unwilling to share it with other people, so Dick didn't ask.

Ryan was sitting on the sofa, and many men and women around wanted to sit next to Ryan to strike up a conversation or flirt, but they were scared off by Ryan's indifferent expression.

After Dick left, the smile on Ryan's face disappeared, and he just kept an indifferent expression.

Ryan doesn't like to have too much contact with guys who have nothing to do with the task. This is meaningless communication and getting along.

Finally, someone had the courage to sit next to Ryan, and his sitting made the people around who were hesitant to sit next to Ryan sigh.

A man in a custom-made suit sat on the sofa next to Ryan. The sofa was slightly sunken due to the weight of an additional person, and even Ryan was also partially sunken.

What followed was that the smell that should belong to an elite man came over his nostrils, Ryan frowned slightly dissatisfied, he hated this faint cologne fragrance, even if the fragrance was very low, he still felt disgusted.

Maybe it's because of recent events, or maybe Dick's fresh, sunny smell is so fascinating that Ryan naturally dislikes other smells.

But where others sit is their freedom, and Ryan will not say anything, because he doesn't want to have too many corners with unnecessary people.

So Ryan just lowered his head and continued to read the book in his hand.

The man in a suit and leather shoes has brown hair, which is covered with hair oil, revealing a smooth and full forehead. The man has regular and three-dimensional facial features, and wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looks very refined. He is tall and well mannered. Elegant, a gentleman.

The only thing that doesn't match his identity is that he is probably holding a cookbook in his hand.

He sat beside Ryan, flipping through the cookbook with a straight posture, his gestures were gentlemanly and elegant, which perfectly covered the mismatch, and he casually flipped through the cookbook in his hand.

The man flipped through the book very quickly. Obviously, he didn't read the contents carefully. He thought that the cooking book was a mess.

He closed the book, and solemnly observed Ryan next to him. His gaze was undisguised, full of scrutiny, and his secret gaze dissected the prey in front of him inch by inch. His gaze seemed to dismember Ryan. Became different organs and limbs, examining the value of Ryan's limbs.

A qualified businessman or connoisseur.

Ryan was sitting on pins and needles. He couldn't calm down and continue reading the extremely ironic books in his hand that had intensified the conflicts of the American Civil War in the past. He just brushed his fingers over the Braille and couldn't read any of them.

Perhaps it was Ryan's tightly pursed lips that turned slightly pale, reflecting his strong anxiety, and the man let out a deep laugh.

The man said: "It is written in the cookbook that if you want to make a delicious steak, you must first soak it in the sauce, and then heat the frying pan to high temperature, the high temperature will quickly seal the skin of the meat, so delicious sauce It will be left in the meat, so the steak will be the most delicious when fried."

Ryan didn't understand what the man was talking about.

"But such an approach doesn't work in people."

"...?" Ryan raised his head and looked to the side. His lips parted slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his delicate and soft face became a little sharper.

What is he saying?

However, the man seemed to be saying only ordinary words, not shocking words. He maintained a slow and elegant speaking speed, with a gentle smile, like a most ordinary sentence.