The witch ladies want me to confess my love

"Really, don't look at him like this. He is not as talented as you."

Arianne Hurd is like a mother, garrulously telling outsiders some embarrassing things about her "child" in the past.Fourier ate the melon without knowing why. Seeing the students who were about to lie down from exhaustion, they suddenly cheered up and burst out laughing.

Probably Master was telling a joke about some unlucky guy again.Fourier gnawed on the watermelon and thought, Oh, I really sympathize with that person. The master has a very good memory and likes to tell things over and over again.

Today's dinner was quite deserted. Kiana and the others ate something and ran to the bathroom. When they came out, they dragged their bodies back to the room like zombies.

The three female knights are not here either. On Saturdays and Sundays, they are busier at work. The atmosphere of the big city that never sleeps outside finally pours into the small town. Some shops are open all night, and drunk people talk nonsense or simply collapse. On the streets, clashes, pickpockets and even more serious incidents require vigilantes to keep watch throughout the night.

Therefore, Fourier and Arianne Hurd were the only ones left on the dining table, and only one light was turned on in the living room. The woman's profile was shrouded in darkness. When she raised her head, her eyes reflected the light and looked particularly bright.

"Are you lonely since your little lovers are away?" she asked.

"No, I was thinking about you, teacher. It suddenly occurred to me that when I left you a few years ago, the last dinner was eaten here, just you and me."

"It's like time comes back again."

"Time is a terrible thing," Fourier pried open an oyster. "When I left, I secretly swore that I would always remember that night, but now that I think about it, many details have been forgotten, such as the dinner table at that time. Did we have oysters, did we drink, did I cry…”

"There were oysters, and we only had two glasses of wine. You didn't cry. Although you looked like you were about to cry a few times, you held it back in the end."

Fourier was very astonished. Aryanhead pushed back his hair and ate a small piece of beef with sauce. His brows stretched and showed a happy expression, as if he tasted the young man's expression.

"You forgot Fourier. The speed of time passing is completely different between us. Many things that you feel have vague memories seem to me like they happened yesterday."

The woman picked up the glass and took a sip of champagne. After putting it down, she looked at the moonlight outside the window: "Maybe it will be shorter. After I woke up, you disappeared. When I woke up from my dream again, you came back. , became more lovable, and even brought back the little girl.”

A little girl in one mouthful or something...Teacher, you really still care about your age.Fourier thought.

He didn't break it, otherwise he would have been beaten again.

"Besides, it's all thanks to you that Kiana and Joan of Arc can come to my cram school... Don't rush to refute me. I have lived for so many years, and I still have some level of experience. I have eaten more salt than you. I’ve had a lot of food.”

"After eating so much salt, wouldn't the teacher become a salted fish? He tastes salty from the inside out."

After finishing speaking, Fourier was hit on the head again. Arian Hurd crossed his arms and said, "You should be able to see why the two of them changed their attitudes and stayed with me to become stronger."

Fourier was silent. Of course he knew that the girls' kindness had been reflected in their actions. He just... subconsciously chose to escape.

But now, he has no way to escape. Kiana and Heizhen's eyes are like predators, and he is the one being hunted.

Supported by two feelings of love and responsibility, Fourier returned to his room, picked up his pen and began to write his unfinished letter.

No.16 Chapter Letter-2

Back in the room, Fourier debated for a while whether to tell the two people directly face to face or continue to write letters. In the end, he chose words because words are immediate and words have room for adjustment.

This does not mean that he is beautifying or diluting his memory, but thinking about what he wants to tell Kiana and Hei Zhen, and in the revealed facts, he has to distinguish the priorities. Words are difficult to do, and he does not Dare to imagine that you can describe your past calmly and rationally.

So, he made himself a cup of Ceylon black tea, and then wrote -

Okay, you have read the previous part. It was a situation before I was 16 years old. It was once deep in my heart, but it was slowly forgotten by myself, leaving only a few bitter and sad moments.

Next I want to talk about the encounter with the teacher.When I was admitted to the Lycée Charlemagne, and my indifferent parents took me home out of respect for their dignity, when I was still 35 minutes away from home, I was full of high spirits and wanted to show off and slap me in the face. Bullying young people into poverty.

When I was still 20 minutes away from home, I suddenly felt soft again - the thoughts of teenagers are always fickle. I defended my relatives who I had never met in my heart, hoping to be as happy and harmonious as other families.

When I arrived at the door and my family welcomed me at the door of the mansion, I had already made up my mind. The previous unhappiness had disappeared. I would be nice to them and let them see my sincerity. Then our relationship would be better in the future. stand up.

My father gave me a perfunctory hug and his words of welcome reminded me of diplomats on TV, beautiful but useless, just to make everyone look good.

Then there was my mother. She said that I had grown taller and thinner, and her eyes became moist. She lowered her head and wiped them with a handkerchief, but she never touched me and kept a distance like a stranger.

"Brother, you know that I am on your side." My brother shook hands with me, "I have long wanted to take you home, and now I can get my wish."

"Thanks, buddy."

I also pretended to be very affectionate and patted his arm, thinking that if he really wanted to take me back, he would have countless opportunities - because the boarding school I attended in junior high school was only 4.1 kilometers away from the university he attended.

My two sisters were the only ones who showed real kindness to me. They smiled and hugged me, but the look in their eyes was not like a sister looking at a brother, but like a woman looking at a man...

When they grew up, they once got drunk and talked about old memories. They said that when they met me at that time, they had desire for some reason. A woman’s desire for the man she likes. Research seems to show that she has no life since she was a child. Family members who live together will develop an excessive attraction to each other after living together again.

However, it was just an ambiguous feeling. Morality, rationality and respect for the law blocked the possibility of committing crimes. What’s more, my eldest sister was about to get married at that time, and my second sister often went out to play with her classmates and had very little interaction with me. .

My father runs the company, takes my brother as an intern, and steadily inherits the family wealth, while I live at home with my mother. She is very polite to me, as if she is a family member.

We speak no more than three sentences a day because our biological clocks are very different: I get up at 06:30 every day, take a nap for an hour at noon, and then go to bed at 02 p.m., while she goes to bed at 30 a.m. and wakes up at [-] noon every day. , had the first meal at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, then went out, and ate outside in the evening. It is said that the second meal was around [-] o'clock in the night, like a Madrid native.

All a housewife with an empty spirit can do is gather other housewives who are also mentally empty to do beauty treatments, fitness, shopping, and massage. She goes crazy somewhere and doesn't come back until late at night.

As a result, I became a loner and an unpopular person in this family. I was treated no better than Harry Potter at his Muggle relatives' house. My enthusiasm cooled down little by little. I faced the irreversible fact. Understand, my family doesn’t hate me, but they don’t love me either. I didn’t do anything wrong, I just ended up in the wrong family at the wrong time.

I'm just... unlucky.

It took me a summer to understand that sometimes family just disappoints.Looking back, my summer vacation turned into a joke in vain——

The time wasted trying to please my family, trying to fix things and their jurisdiction, I could have done more meaningful things... But it doesn't matter, I didn't have much meaningful things to do this summer.

The first one was meeting the vampire Jeanne d'Arc. For a long time, I thought this was the first time we met. In fact, it was not the case. Jeanne d'Arc even hugged me when I was a child... About the past events between her and me, in I won't tell you until I get her permission.

The second thing was meeting my teacher. Her pseudonym at that time was Arian Head. Yes, Arian Head was just a pseudonym. Her real name is kept secret because you and I both know Sakura Kinomoto, the magic user of Clow. A person with the power of divination, card magic, precognitive dreams and strong luck.

Originally, the power gap between Sakura and her teacher was too big. Even if she knew her teacher's real name, the possibility of "seeing" her teacher's past through divination or precognitive dreams, or "seeing through" her teacher's soul, was extremely slim.

However, Sakura's "strong luck" ability turns any probability problem into a game. As long as the probability is not zero, strong luck may make things develop in the direction Sakura desires.

It can be said that in a game of pure luck, no one in this world can compare to Kinomoto Sakura. She is a born winner in life. I even think that she may surpass Kuro Rido, because Miss Yuko said, Kuro Rido Rido was very unlucky - although half of the reason was because Crow Rido committed suicide himself.

I'm sorry, all I can reveal is my past. Let the teacher's past remain a mystery.

Let’s talk about how my teacher and I met. My eldest sister and brother-in-law were engaged. The teacher happened to be on tour nearby, and the other party was an unlucky person whom the teacher had pointed out, so I invited the teacher to bear witness to the important events in life.

The teacher happily agreed and blended in with the ordinary guests. When everyone started dancing, she sat aside and watched quietly, with me sitting next to her.

In the bustling scene, I was not taken seriously and was caught by loneliness. Even if I drank secretly, no one cared about me. The coldness spread from the bottom of my heart, my mood was low, and I felt tired and sleepy.

While I was screaming in the middle of the hall, I dozed off, and my body tilted and hit the teacher's shoulder. The delicious fragrance penetrated into my nose, making me wake up instantly. I moved away from the teacher like an electric shock, and then stammered an apology.

The teacher smiled reassuringly and asked me whose child I was from. I was developing late at that time and was mentally ill, so I looked like a child who was afraid of strangers.

My family is relatively successful in business, but in the world of extraordinary beings, we are just passers-by who don’t deserve to have a name. So after I answered, the teacher couldn’t answer the question, and instead asked me where I was studying.

When I answered Charlemagne’s Imperial High School, the teacher’s expression changed. Later I found out that her late friend was the founder of the school.Anyway, I got closer to her because of this.

The teacher said more to me than my mother and my sister put together. A talkative, elegant, knowledgeable and kind older woman made my heart, which had been silent for a long time, begin to stir.

My longing for family was projected onto this stranger, who was a mixture of mother, sister and teacher. A brief conversation with her allowed a breeze to blow into my heart, briefly blowing away the haze in my heart.

What attracted me the most was the hint of loneliness between the teacher's brows and eyes. That gentle sadness deeply attracted me.When we were leaving, I impulsively asked if we would have a chance to meet again, and she just smiled.

The wind blew her long golden hair onto my face, and on my lips, it was like I kissed her long hair. It was just a small contact, but my heart was beating fast.

I admit that from that day on, the teacher left a shadow in my heart and even became the object of my sexual fantasy for a time.Half of us as teenagers are teddy boys, and the other half are sullen perverts, with hormones dictating our thinking and making us taller and stronger.

My puberty started. In addition to my desire, I started to grow taller. In the year when I was 16, I grew almost 10 centimeters, which even my indifferent family members were surprised to say a few words.

After school started, I came to a new boarding school and went from one cage to another. The courses at Charlemagne Middle School were very difficult. In the first year of high school, what we learned was equivalent to the first year of high school in other schools. After the second year of high school, the next two academic years are divided into two general directions, one leading to government civil servants and the other leading to professional military officers.

Therefore, although it is called a middle school, it looks like a strange mixture of a middle school and a university. The students who graduate from here have no problem with hard skills alone.

In the beginning, I was exhausted from the miserable life of getting up at 05:30 every day, doing so much homework that I couldn't finish it until 11:30 before going to bed. As long as people are tired enough and fall asleep every day, they won't have any unnecessary thoughts.

However, such a life is no different than that of an animal. Those who give up thinking have personally deprived themselves of the qualifications to be human beings.After gradually adapting to the hard life, I began to miss Arian Hurd again, and she became my spiritual support.

My talent is only in the top 5% of the entire school, which sounds pretty good, but in the end I was only evaluated as "relatively good" and "looks promising". Real geniuses appear to be full of talent at first glance. A reassuring future.

Perhaps, based on your kindness to me, you will defend me and say that we see you, where are the geniuses of the past?

Among the people at the same level who are more talented than me, a small number of them failed to realize their talents because they lacked self-discipline, failed to seize the opportunity, took the wrong path, or even took a wrong path. The remaining half have become social degenerates. Dongliang, although I am walking fairly well on the path of being a transcendent, my work is only constantly destroying, while they are constantly building, and their contribution to society is greater than mine.

Let’s talk about a few things that happened in Charlemagne’s Imperial High School. One of them was that in order to get rid of my attachment to Arian Hurd, I tried to find a girlfriend. I fell in love with a very beautiful girl from the next campus.

Looking at her beautiful skirt, bag and jewelry in casual clothes, I knew that they had nothing to do with me. People who are unequal materially can hardly be equal spiritually, so throughout the ages, the saying "well-matched" has always made sense in marriage. .

As a result, one day she was targeted by a gangster and kidnapped into an alley. I thought that was the case, so I rushed over to do something brave, but I saw the gangster lying on the ground. The girl with short and medium blue hair could not even sweat a drop. Not out.

Her name is Teget Eugen, an interesting girl. There was no love between us, but friendship was born because of this incident. This incident is irrelevant. If I have the chance to see her again, I will talk to you. Have a chat.

Another thing I remember particularly deeply is that in our school, Latin is also considered a course. When I was in junior high school, I already had a basic foundation because of my interest in reading, so I left behind other people's progress and took part in the Latin course held in the school. I won the first place several times in Chinese language competitions, and my name was even put on the school’s wall of honor.

What a glorious thing this is. I clearly remember that the school also held a solemn award ceremony. As the champion, I went up to the stage to receive the award. The principal personally put on a wreath and medal, as well as a certificate of honor, and took photos with the school leaders. , the runner-up and second runner-up also participated, and they were accompanied by their families.

I was alone. I informed my family, but none of them came.The surrounding eyes were cast on me, suspicious, mocking, and sympathetic. The eyes mixed together and turned into pressure, which made me breathless. The whole world turned gray in front of my eyes, and loneliness made me feel high. Height, I can't find a single person who can help me.

"Sorry, I'm late."

A heavenly sound sounded, parting the crowd, and the beauty with blond hair and blue eyes came to me. Where she walked, the world returned to color.

I originally wanted to stay calm and dignified in front of Arian Herd, but when faced with her gentle eyebrows, I burst into tears and hugged her tightly, and she didn't push me away, but hugged me back gently. I.

Her body was so warm that it dispelled the coldness in my heart.I felt like I had become Rapunzel and the teacher had become a prince, climbing up the lonely tower to free me.

After I had cried enough, she and I stood side by side, holding hands and sharing the scenery off the stage. The weather was cold, but our tightly held hands were so warm.

Chapter No.17 Abortion

Fourier originally planned to muster up the courage to finish the letter in one breath, but the sound of hurried footsteps accompanied by a knock on the door interrupted his train of thought.

He opened the door and asked, "What happened?"

"I do not know either."

Kiana rubbed her eyes. She looked like she was sleeping with her hair tangled up on her thin pajamas... In the blink of an eye, Heizhen pushed Kiana into the Valkyrie's own room.

"Why did you push me!" Kiana protested.

"Can you get dressed and come out to see people again?"

A few seconds later, a scream came from Kiana's room, and the door slammed shut.

Hei Zhen breathed a sigh of relief. She knew what Kiana looked like when she was sleeping, so she neither wanted to benefit Fourier nor Kiana in vain.

"Does the girl's welfare look good?" Hei Zhen turned to look at Fourier.

Speaking of welfare girl, Miss Art, you have contributed a lot of welfare.

Fourier was wearing boxers in the room. He came out in a hurry and didn't pay attention to pressing the gun. His upright body made Heizhen raise his eyebrows.

"To bother you a little bit," Arian Hed appeared unnoticed, "It's not a good time to be in heat right now."

A few minutes later, Arian Hed's tenants were all ready and listened to the hostess's introduction to the situation: Extraordinary beings of unknown forces invaded the city and attacked the iron fleet responsible for city security——

No, a more accurate statement is that an astonishing number of extraordinary people suddenly appeared in Friborg, and the local iron fleet had to fight urban battles with familiar faces.

They didn't want to destroy the city, but those people who suddenly transformed into extraordinary beings seemed unscrupulous. They were not powerful, but they were numerous, so it was very troublesome for Du Barry and the others.

"I want to go. Practical combat can best train people." Kiana was eager to give it a try.

"No, you don't want to." Fourier pushed her back, "I don't want you to feel it, I want me to feel it."

"Fourier, where did you come from to be such a domineering president?"

"You can't do it either," Fourier persuaded Heizhen to retreat. "You have undergone training today and your bodies are already very exhausted. Forcing you to fight again will only cause inflammation, sprains and contusions, muscle strains, and cross injuries that are not limited to joints." Torn ligament..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking," Kiana covered her ears, "Would you rather just send me a set of math papers and remain silent... Wait, don't really go get them, I was joking. "

Kiana hugged Fourier's waist, but Heizhen naturally pulled her away.In Kurozada's opinion, Kiana is a carnivorous woman. Whether the Valkyrie is natural or intentional, she has actually raped Fourier several times.

"You three stay, Dietrich... Hey, where are the Dietrich people?"

Only then did Fourier realize that he had missed someone, and felt secretly ashamed.After all, Dietrich was his colleague. We had experienced the happy shooting skills of black uncles together in Africa, but now that we have Kiana and Heizhen, we have forgotten about our friends.

Ashamed, ashamed.He muttered two sentences silently in his mind.

"Detris should be lying on the bed unable to move right now." Arian Herd said, "She is a trainee sent by an old friend. Naturally, I have to try my best, but her body is too weak."

Arian Hurd's expression was natural when she complained, it was her feelings from the bottom of her heart.Fourier wants to marry Arian Hurd and have two or three children, but he has not taken a substantive step so far. One of the factors is the strength gap between the two parties.

Just imagine, he really confessed his love with the probability of winning the lottery, fulfilled his marital obligations after getting married, and fell in love to the depths. Arianne Hurd couldn't control his strength. I'm afraid he will be sent to the hospital next. The next time will be just... I can become sisters with my teacher.

"Teacher, don't go out easily. Please stay and protect these people."

Arian Hed nodded, Kiana threw a pocket bag over, Fourier opened it and saw that it was full of gunpowder, filled with specially made ammunition with astonishing lethality.

Fourier shrugged: "Given the intensity of urban security warfare, it is a bit too powerful."

Despite this, the young man still removed the button of the weapon box and loaded it with the krypton gold props Kiana gave him.He and Kiana's weapons have different calibers, which shows that Kiana has prepared a gift for him.

"Here you go." Arian Hurd threw a bunch of keys to Fourier. "One is a garage key, one is a car key, and one is a lock."

The young man was a little curious: "What brand of car is it?"

"Battery car."