Hero Growth Manual [Comprehensive British and American]

Steve is serious about the show he's going to see on Saturday.

He deliberately put on a decent suit and tie, and combed his hair meticulously, looking extremely handsome.

Ayu was sitting on the sofa, resting his chin and watching him standing in front of the mirror tidying up, his short legs were dangling, and he accidentally knocked against the leg of the table, making a slight bumping sound.

Steve's originally focused eyes shifted over, and he saw Ayu looking at him like a curious baby, and couldn't help but smile a little bit in his sea-like blue eyes.

"Come here." He beckoned, and Ayu jumped off the sofa and trotted towards him. Because he ran so fast, like a gust of wind, he puffed and stuck to Steve's calf like a piece of cake. .

Ayu Cake slowly tore himself off Steve's legs, and pulled his messed up corner of his clothes embarrassingly.

She did it carefully in such a kind gesture, and then accidentally pulled Steve's shirt out of the suit that had been well tucked in.

Ayu was stunned for a moment, slowly put his hands behind his back, and then remained silent.

Reasonably speaking, if the clothes were accidentally torn today, the omnipotent sword cultivator would be able to restore it intact, but accidentally destroyed its original intact appearance on the young man.

Ayu tilted his head, and threw his face into Steve's warm palm, and fell silent.

It really hurts my heart_(:з」∠)_

Steve, dumbfounded, picked up the comb and combed the slightly messy hair of the little head in his palm.

Ayu's hair grew up to her shoulders. She is a person who often participates in battles, so she didn't want her hair to be too long. It used to be shorter, but since she came to the peaceful mission world, she only practiced to grow it longer.

This hair is the unique black color of oriental girls, like smooth satin, and always likes to slip away from the comb. Fortunately, Steve has been able to take care of it very skillfully, and soon tied it into a beautiful hair with a bow. shape.

"Do you like it?" He looked at the little girl who was blinking at him in the mirror and asked softly.

Ayu nodded, stretched out his hand and lightly poked the little ball on his head, and the bowknot trembled accordingly.

"Thank you Steve, I like it very much." Ayu jumped off the stool, turned around and grabbed Steve's fingers.

The little girl's fingers were soft and soft, and he didn't use a lot of strength. Steve sighed softly in his heart, let her pull him, and then pretended to lower his head to straighten his clothes, hiding his deep blue worry in the dark eyes.

In fact, he hasn't figured out how to tell her about the separation and death that may come tomorrow.

Perhaps it was the reason why the famous dance troupe came to perform. The cold atmosphere on the streets caused by the war faded a lot, and it became as lively as a festival.

There were also some promotional pictures about the dance troupe posted in front of some large-scale stores. Ayu held Steve's hand and followed the flow of people, looking out curiously.

She had never seen such a dance.

"Follow me closely." The crowd was relatively dense, and the young man, who looked thin compared to others, had to put his hands on the shoulders of the little girl who was circling in front of him.

"You can't get lost." He said helplessly.

"Okay." Hearing his worry, Ayu obediently agreed, then walked back, holding Steve's hand again.

She also has her own worries, she knows that Steve's health is not good, the dense crowd is about to squeeze him out of breath, but Ayu is not afraid, her head is hard, and few people can hit her.

She also has to come back and protect Steve.

However, the waist-high little girl felt a sense of responsibility on her shoulders. She pursed her lips, and her face gradually became serious, focusing on fending off possible collisions for Steve.

It was this kind of concentration that prevented her from noticing that the originally calm spirit ball on the shoulder of her mission target was flickering.

When we arrived at the street where the concert hall was located, there were quite a few pedestrians walking on the road, and most of them turned into people who came to watch the performance with tickets, and the street became much looser in an instant.

Steve took the ticket and took Ayu in. Their seats were in the middle, and they needed to go in early, otherwise the entire aisle might become congested in a while.

Ayu walked beside Steve with short legs. She had short hands and short legs. Steve looked around, and simply picked her up and pressed her into his arms, and slowly followed the crowd to the seat like a snail.

The aisle is very narrow, and the seating area is even smaller, and there are so many people that you can't walk even a minute.

Ayuwo was protected by Steve in his arms, the fluffy rabbit hat fell from her head in the crowd, and at some point it turned into a buckle on her face, asking her to blow twice To breathe for a moment.

She seemed to find it very interesting to play like this, whistling and blowing on the snow-white rabbit fur, the hat was very close to Steve, and the blown fur rubbed against his face, itching, he tilted his head to hide.

When Ayu found out, he stopped the game with a whimper, buried his head in Steve's arms and remained silent.

Steve couldn't move either, so he moved the hat with his chin comfortingly, but his jaw was really not flexible, so the hat only moved slightly.

Ayu noticed again, his eyes covered by the hat blinked, and then he didn't know what to do, the hat on his face actually moved by itself, and intelligently floated a little around Steve's face.

The blond-haired young man's heart almost jumped out. He held his breath, looked around like a thief, and found that no one had noticed it for the time being. He pressed the little girl in his arms with the rabbit hat into it. arms.

Ayu was silent for dozens of seconds.

It seemed that this kind of waiting was a bit boring. When the voices in the venue became more and more noisy, Steve heard a muffled voice coming from his arms.

Ayu's eyes were exposed, and the hat only covered half of her nose, which made her voice a little dull: "Steve, are you tired?"

"Not tired." Steve replied quickly, still looking at her tenderly.

"It's like this..." Ayu blinked, she could only see the light above from this angle, which made her eyes a little sore, so she had to blink, and then put her face on Steve's arm.

"But your arms are shaking."

Steve, who was exposed by the little girl on the spot, was silent for a moment.

He tried hard to find a reason: "It's not that the arms are shaking, it's because there are too many people, and they will pretend to be shaking."

The little girl in her arms showed an expression of distrust but seemed to be comforting the child for a moment, but soon, she stretched out a finger with great effort, and poked Steve's arm comfortingly.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Steve suddenly felt that this arm was much easier for a moment.

He opened his mouth, originally wanting to say something, and then a very low laugh entered his ears before him.

He looked up, only to see the slightly raised red lips under the beautiful hat brim of the lady in the front row of seats.