The Siren's Sleeping Beauty [Comprehensive British and American]

In some old health clubs, the owner usually dozes off in the back office.Say hello to the guy at the front desk doing Scrabble on the newspaper and they come in.

It seemed that Steve came here often, and he seemed to be quite familiar. Angus turned his face to look at the apparently idle staff.

The walls are slightly yellowed, the equipment is quite old, and no one is there.There is a square platform in the center of the relatively open space, and the outer edge is a three-line very elastic guardrail, and the platform under the feet is a little elastic.

It's not comparable to the training ground of X Academy, but it's not too small.

The iron-blue thick sponge helmet covers the head, which is a little too big, but the buckle on the chin is very tight.A little bit of flesh was also squeezed out on the side of the cheek, which was not serious.

Angus looked at Steve, who was half-bowing his head to wrap a bandage on his right hand beyond the thick line of the helmet at the upper edge of his line of sight, counting his eyelashes that he slapped from time to time.After counting clearly, he tilted his head and looked around, a little bored.

He raised his other hand and patted the top of his head, feeling a slight shock, very slight.

He pulled the belt under the chin bag, then opened his mouth, the upper and lower teeth collided with each other, and a very dull sound could be transmitted to the brain along the mandible.

Steve looked up: "Don't spit it out, this is to prevent knocking your teeth."

"I thought we were going to fight." Angus slobbered and mumbled, "What are we doing here?"

"...Yeah—I asked what you wanted to do, and you said you wanted to fight." Steve muttered under his breath, carefully wrapping his hands in bandages.

"Fight then—but these are the necessary protections." Steve raised his voice. "I'll check how you're doing, too."

"Protect what?"

"My strength is a bit strong. If I don't control it well, I may hurt you. If it's in the sea, it's fine, but on land, you have to be careful."

"Well—you will lose." Angus looked at him directly and said seriously.

"Oh?" Steve raised an eyebrow.

"Ah."

"We'll find out." Steve smiled, tucking the remaining cloth end into his palm and wrapping his other hand.

Wearing shock-absorbing armor on his body, Steve shook his enlarged head: "Well, it's fine now."

Angus looked at his whole body and felt that he looked like a warrior in a cartoon, which was fine.

Angus walked towards the east side of the elastic rope that he had coveted for a long time, tightened it, walked far away with all his strength, let go, and flicked it back: "This is interesting."

Steve had bandages around his hands, watched his movements and smiled, and when he was ready, he stood opposite him and stood up: "Okay, come on."

Angus turned to look at him, and pointed to the cover of his brain: "Aren't you wearing it?"

"No." Steve shook his head.

He tried the Angus-type fist, to be honest, there was strength, but it was almost enough to make him feel pain.

Angus wrinkled his face: "No."

"What's wrong?" Steve wondered.

"You wear it too."

Steve... "OK."

He found a random headgear, Steve put it on, and asked Angus if it was okay. Angus bared his teeth and pointed to his mouth.

Steve reluctantly turned away to get his braces again.

"Is it alright?"

"Well, it's fine." Angus was satisfied.

After the sound fell, he disappeared in place.

With a gust of wind on the back of his neck, Steve quickly tilted his head and raised his hands to grab the hand extending from the back of his neck. His consciousness finally caught up with his body, and a direct side fall changed lanes in time and turned into a staggered calf rushing towards Angus. out.

Angus backhanded his fingers at a strangely soft angle, supported his shoulders, and used his strength to lift his foot up along his calf, kicking his knee with his toe.

Steve's knees softened and he half-knelt down.

Angus stomped him over the top of his head, doing a big backflip, onto Steve's front.Kicking out with a bowed leg, he raised an arm and slammed into his arms, his elbow slanted upwards and went straight to the base of his neck.

Steve hurriedly raised his hand to wrap around his elbow and pushed it away, rolling half a circle on the ground, creating a distance.

Angus disappeared in place again.

Steve didn't have time to squat up, so he quickly rolled over on the spot to avoid Angus's volleyed leg, raised his hand and grabbed his ankle violently, pulling him out of the deep blue-gray gap that hadn't disappeared completely. Pull down.

Angus fell to the table with a bang, and Steve's heart trembled, his hands trembled, and he couldn't hold on firmly.Angus twisted and kicked his hand away, rolling to one side.

Shaking his hands, Steve stood up, muttering silently that this is duel practice, duel practice, swallowing the question to ask if it hurts: "It seems that you have a flaw."

Angus got up: "You react quickly."

"Uh...thank you." Steve tilted his head, moved a bit, and his whole body tensed up.

Angus raised his eyebrows and hummed, Steve was shaking.

"This method of assault is very effective, but before the teleportation is completely over, you can't change your movements, right?" Steve commented, "For me, next time, this trick won't be very effective."

"If you want to hit me, you must approach me, and I will definitely catch you." Steve continued, "You can quickly disarm the opponent against a novice, but for an experienced one, you should be more cautious, Don't rush in."

Angus narrowed his eyes, he was right, tsk.

The use of teleportation in battle was just a whim. He used to use energy every time he activated it, depending on the space span, which was usually troublesome.But since he came back from Merlin and his tail has grown, he has become more and more proficient at controlling the energy in his body as he has practiced more and more.

Long distances still require effort, but for such an extremely short distance, it is no problem to easily do hundreds of times.

Even during the teleportation, for a few seconds, he couldn't change his movements to respond. In this regard, he was not as annoying as Kurt.

Kurt can also completely change his actions and state when atomizing, which is very convenient.

Even so, the only one who has really caught himself is Steve.

"Don't talk when fighting." Angus rushed forward.

Steve flexed his shoulders, weighing the strength in his hands.

"You don't need to go all out, I'm going to use my nails." Angus approached him, and after being dodged from the frontal attack, he quickly went around his side and kicked his knees again.

"..." Steve turned his legs, blocked with his thighs, reached out and grabbed his waist, and threw it out.

Hitting the elastic cord on the edge, Angus bounced onto the table with a bang, Steve shrank his shoulders and shook his hands.

"...In terms of strength and skills, Angus, you still need time to accumulate." Resisting the urge to stop, Steve took a deep breath and became serious, "Don't try to confront me head-on, you will suffer a lot."

Angus had his arms hooked on the bungee cords, his legs stretched forward, half hanging by the side, his face wrinkled.

Steve shook his arms, coughed, and finally softened his voice: "Well, do you want to continue?"

Angus rolled over and hung on the rope with his back to him.

Steve... Inexplicably, he was like a cat without its claws, so wronged and pitiful.

I am also talking nonsense, it is not good to be a coincidence, and I will suffer a loss if I am head-to-head, so what else can I do?

Or let the water go...

Angus took out a small candy box from his trouser pocket... well, actually, he didn't really want Steve to see him like that.But compared to lose...

Looking up and swallowing the round ball, Angus stood up, turned around, and took off his helmet and protective gear.

Steve stopped approaching him: "Angus?"

Blue scales densely climbed up all of Angus's exposed skin, only the eyes and palms were exposed.

He looked at the blue ones printed in Steve's pupils, and curled his lips: "Be careful, Steve, try your best."

Lifting his foot, he rushed straight forward, took off with a run-up, and pressed his whole body down.

Although he knew that Angus had this form, it was the first time Steve saw it, and he was taken aback for a moment.After receiving a heavy blow from top to bottom, Steve was slightly moved by the texture he felt when he blocked it.

Angus threw his next punch without hesitation.

Steve took a step back, accepted Angus's attacks in turn, and secretly commented.

The speed has become faster, the movement range is no longer stiff, the skills are very stable, the adaptability has also improved, and the strength has become very heavy.

The strangest thing is that Angus landed silently even though he was at full speed, and barely made any sound during his movements.

If it is not for the eyes to see, and the vision is not easy to use, it is estimated that it will soon lose its combat effectiveness if it is hit by a solid many times.

This form is very beneficial to Angus.

"If you don't attack, you will lose." Angus raised his leg and kicked him in the stomach, annoyed at his distraction.

With his arms crossed to block his front, Steve looked up at Angus in front of him, and exhaled slowly: "Sorry."

"Although it's ugly, but," Angus touched his face, "it looks so easy to use. I won't get hurt or hurt."

Steve pursed his lips.

"So, you don't have to worry." Angus shrugged.

Steve stretched out his ten fingers and clenched them into fists: "OK, any time you want to stop, tell me."

Angus snorted and rushed over.

The ensuing fight was like a saw. Steve’s attack couldn’t hit the ground at all. The scales were like egg shells, which would disperse all the force exerted to various places. Angus moved around, and even more I can't even catch it.

And Angus had no way to ensure that Steve was completely hammered to the ground.

Moreover, Angus found that as time passed, Steve became more and more energetic.

This is not a good trend.

Eyes flickered, Angus punched, and Steve caught it reflexively.

Getting closer, Steve was ready to turn the person out, the fist held in his palm suddenly loosened, his five fingers spread out, and all of them got into his fingers.

Angus stood at the lower edge of his line of sight, his eyelids were slightly closed, the corners of his lips were turned up, his pupils were squinting, and there was an extremely rare light emotion in his eyes.

Steve suddenly froze on the spot, half-raised his right hand, interlocking his fingers in an intimate gesture.

Angus blinked his eyes, stood on tiptoe, and looked like he was asking for a kiss. Steve couldn't help but get closer.In the next second, his gaze was turned upside down, and Angus hit him with the wrong leg on his shoulder, causing a standard over-the-shoulder fall, and lay on his back on the ground.

Angus laid his legs across his neck, sat on his chest carelessly, leaned over to press him, clasped Steve's arms on the ground with palms to palms, in a very soft posture Lie on his body, looking at him as if he hasn't reacted yet.

Steve opened his mouth slightly and blinked.

After Angus kissed him back to his senses, he smiled wryly with his half-curved lips, and proudly announced: "You lost."

Steve looked at Angus, as usual, with a cool body and cool hands, as if what he saw just now was an illusion.

He felt that he might have been dazed, and he lost his mind at any suspected ambiguous angle.

Taking a deep breath, he maintained the posture of lying on his back with his hands raised.There was no sense of security in the movement, but there was a strange feeling because the person restraining him was Angus.

"Well, you won." Steve sighed and said softly, "Congratulations."

"I told you, you can't beat me." Angus snorted.

Steve looked at Angus's close face: "Well, you are restricted too much now, all the conditions are in my favor, and I won."

"Sure enough." Steve let go of one hand, raised his hand and patted him on the head, praising him generously.

"Yeah." Satisfied, Angus lowered his body again, unscrewed his legs, completely changed to a prone position, and buried his head in his shoulder socket, "I don't want to fight with you anymore."

Steve took his hand around the back of his waist, and half hugged him: "That's a coincidence, I don't want to continue."

"I'm so tired from fighting with you." Angus was dragged behind his back, moved his five fingers, and moved his head to rub against him.

"Yes... I agree." Especially mentally.

Steve took his hand and put it in front of his eyes for a closer look.

Angus looked up: "Strange?"

Steve touched the cool scales with his fingers: "A little bit, but very beautiful."

Angus looked at his hands: "Really?"

"Well, Angus's scales are very beautiful." Steve grabbed the back of his hand and kissed it on his lips, which actually felt good.

Angus suddenly raised his palm: "Kiss here."

Steve...

"No feeling on the scales."

Steve took a deep breath, bowed his head and kissed his palm: "Are you ready?"

"Yeah." Angus shook his hand, "It will be gone soon, you can kiss when you have time."

Steve... completely ignored the timing of the so-called intimacy, and took everything for granted, it was Angus.

"Well, then you should pay attention to the time when you use it in the future." Steve reluctantly retained the main idea of ​​today's exercise.

Raising his hand to brush his hair away and looking at his sideburns, Steve added: "It doesn't seem to be in the hair, be careful with your head."

"Oh." Angus responded, and hugged Steve with wide arms.

Forget it, what is the main purpose, don't want it.Steve hugged him tightly, exhaling comfortably.

"Angus." In the middle of the call, it suddenly stopped and turned into what it is now. Steve thought it was quite miraculous, but after savoring the process carefully, Steve pursed his lips.

"Ok?"

"Why did you suddenly think of grabbing my hand?" And that laugh.

Steve felt something was wrong, why did he just now feel that Angus was... well, to attract his attention, or to put it more directly...to seduce, to seduce himself...

No, it's impossible.

"Well, that's my homework."

"Homework?" Steve sat up startled.

"The separate subject Charles gave me." Angus tilted his head, disgusted, "It's very troublesome, and a subject I'm not good at."

"...What does this have to do with the previous one? Besides, today is the last day, why have I never seen what you wrote?"

"Because I just started doing it today." Angus said naturally.

"what?"

"What's the subject? Do you need any help? There seems to be a library nearby." Steve felt that he had completed the transformation from a lover to a parent in an instant.

"Randomly take a social relationship as the subject, select communication objects, and conduct a series of behavioral experiments. Evaluate the impact of different individual behaviors on others and the outside world, and the relationship between the actual subjective acceptance of the individual and the real feedback under the rules of the human community. analysis of similarities and differences."

"..." Steve...

Is it because he has fallen too far behind recently?What does it mean?

The author has something to say: I really don’t understand the topic of the last compilation, you just need to know that this is a way of spreading dog food [smile]

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