sinovels 21
21
The author has something to say: On the variant application of eavesdropping memes. . .
Katsuki Yuuri stood in front of the gymnasium, looking at the banner drawn under the gymnasium's signboard - "Kyoto Kendo Association's [-]th Kendo Duan Exam in Osaka Fujiwara Gymnasium".He took a deep breath.
"Yuuri! What are you doing here?" Victor came out from the door, "I've been looking for you for a long time."
"I'm just trying to calm down. There's too many people in there." Yuuri glanced at his interim trainer—again he's thankful he's back to his normal dressing style.
"You're fine." Victor looked at him with concern.Yuuri looked into his eyes, and there was expectation and trust in those eyes, but he was still uncomfortable—did he care about his grades that much?Just care about his grades?
A week ago, his efforts to clear his mind had finally returned Victor to his coaching position with satisfaction, but the status quo between them still hadn't changed much.Victor still goes out now and then, and his sternness hasn't changed one bit.Yuuri is used to everything in a paradoxical way - on the one hand he desperately wants Victor's approval, on the other hand he suspects from time to time that Victor has taken his unstable swordplay as his own burden.
So, when he finished his second-stage exam with an almost expressionless face, he didn't agree to Victor's excited invitation-he invited him to a tavern to celebrate.He ignored the other party's puzzled question and went back to his room.
"Yuuri! Why didn't you go drink?" Phichit opened the door and came in, looked at the black-haired boy who was dazed on the chair, and began to rummage through his locker, "Fujiwara was so happy, most of his students They all passed the second-stage exam, and there is also a 13-year-old kid, you should really look at his expression, as if you gave birth to your own son-oh no, this tie is not suitable..."
"Is Victor happy?" Yuuri asked blankly.
"Be happy——No, Victor didn't go." Phichit began to tie his tie in front of the small mirror on the wall, "He didn't go with Fujiwara and the others, but I saw him go out. Why, he didn't go with you say?"
A strong curiosity rose in Yuuri's heart - he was not in the mood to organize his thoughts before the exam, Victor went out almost every day, asked him and he also briefly told himself that he went for a drink.And now he also went to drink in the same place?where?with who?
Yuuri jumped off his chair and sprinted out.
Viktor Nikiforov sat alone at the bar, shaking the glass in his hand.He looked at the transparent wine inside, took a big sip, and frowned.A small bottle of vodka was placed in front of him, and he raised his head in surprise and smiled, "Hey, Sarah, is this some kind of April Fool's joke?"
"Hush." The pretty girl with long brown hair motioned him to lower his voice, "I lied to the boss that you are a Soviet rich man."
Victor chuckled, "That's why I love coming to your place—you only sold me sake when I needed moderation, and vodka when I felt like I needed to indulge today."
"You can go to the taverns that sell you spirits." Sara shrugged. "This is just a small Japanese-style bar, and there are strange rules that prohibit drunkenness."
"That's because I didn't find a foreigner in other taverns, and this foreigner can talk to me proficiently in English." Victor unscrewed the cap of the vodka, poured it into a small wine glass and drank it down. "Whoa—" he let out a pleasant admiration sound.
"Okay, what stories can I hear today? You and your Japanese kid—when will you introduce him to me?" Sara blinked, put her elbows on the bar to cover her face, and did Put on a posture of listening attentively.
"I told you not to even think about it." Victor took another drink, "but he found your perfume—no, it's mine now, and I bought the same bottle as you said, since you I said it can be used by both men and women."
"And then? Did he react to your clothes or something?"
"He said it wasn't good--stop!" Victor held up a hand at her, "These weren't your plans, these were Chris--that friend's plan I told you about, don't act like a hero attitude."
If he could, he didn't want to tell his story casually to strangers, but he didn't want to call Chris to Japan with some childish reasons—before all the plans were implemented—maybe today, he thought helplessly.
"I heard from my brother Michele that you are quite famous in the Japanese kendo world." Sara shrugged again, "Why are you so timid about your feelings—I mean, cautious?"
"You don't understand," he murmured, looking at the halo of light hitting the rim of his glass.He copied Chris's suggestion for everything, except for the part he changed ad hoc. "I found that he is stronger than I imagined, and has the charm of his deep personality, so I want to demand him more strictly. I think he deserves a better result, bigger and infinite."
"I still feel that your idea may make him uncomfortable." Sarah said, "You tell me that you are aware of his discomfort."
"But it's worth it, I think. Although I always get angry with myself every time I give him a hard reprimand. More importantly," Victor looked at Sarah, "since I found out that he is not just a After the weak person who needed my protection, I began to feel that I could not treat him as intimately as I used to treat my own brother-I think I should respect him more and treat him as a serious adult man like me. Although It's also because I'm a little—" "Scared. Isn't it? You suddenly discovered that a familiar prankster is actually quite powerful, and your proud masculinity makes you shrink back a little." Sara said proudly.
Victor was once again amazed at the woman's acuity.He rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "It must be because you've been with your brother for too long, oh my god your brother's masculinity makes me—"
"Don't change the subject." Sara tried to take the vodka in front of him, so the man opposite her raised his hands in surrender to her with a hint of drunkenness.
"Okay okay. Now the problem," he snatched the bottle, "I think my devil training made him a little afraid of me, and he almost avoided any opportunity to get along with me in private. I was thinking of a reasonable Way to make him happy again for my last project. Gosh, he doesn't react as he should to everything I do, which is why I keep coming here to bother you."
"Maybe I should bring over another bottle of brandy and ask you to tell me about that final plan you've been keeping quiet about?" Sarah raised her eyebrows.
"Can I have some more brandy? - No, no. You don't want to -" "Is that him? Shhh." Victor watched Sarah quickly glance behind him and then quickly look away, inexplicably. Turning back to his face, she then continued nonchalantly in English, "You said he's dark-haired, wears glasses, and has fair skin. He does look cute. Besides, he's peeking at us."
"I'm glad you think he's cute too." Victor quickly understood what the other person meant, and his nerves tensed up.He held the cup and was silent for a few seconds.Then he whispered, "Where is he?"
"Behind the screen not far behind you." Sarah shook her head. "He poked his head out just now. It seems that you misunderstood him. He must have thought you were picking on me."
Victor was inexplicably sweating.Then he was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly said loudly to Sara in Japanese: "This is a Japanese bar! I hate it when you take me to speak English!" His sudden movement caused an office worker at the other end of the bar to stop. He glared at him dazedly in front of his cup, "Why can't we talk politely like a Japanese? You said your brother came to Japan to learn kendo, I think you should change the language !"
Sarah watched the silver-haired man wink at her vigorously, and finally understood what he was thinking.So she said in Japanese too: "Oh, you're right! Let's start now! Where did you say that?" She also winked at him.
"I said," said Victor solemnly to Sara, "that the reason I taught him so harshly was because I believed he would do better, and I always thought so! I didn't dislike him for making mistakes all the time. , I'm just angry that he can do so well!"
"Well, I see." Sara nodded in agreement.
"I know he must be angry with me. He always likes to pretend to be some messy things in his little head! For example, he didn't come to drink with me today! What do you think I should do?"
Sarah froze for a few seconds, and replied thoughtfully, "Oh...you should..." The man on the opposite side began to wink at him impatiently again, "Oh, I think—" Sarah looked at him seriously , "You should have a good talk with him, be gentle with him, you said he is not only your good friend, right?"
"Exactly. I appreciate you, you're so beautiful!" Viktor approves, but he weighs his words because he knows that even if he succeeds, Yuuri won't like strangers knowing about their relationship. "He... he is indeed not only my good friend, he is a very important existence to me. Very important, do you understand?" Victor frowned and thought, "We grew up together—"
"Sometimes, I feel like he's an integral part of who I am."
Katsuki Yuuri stood with his back against the screen, his hands trembling a little.His mood has gone up and down like a roller coaster just now, and he knows that eavesdropping is wrong, although he can't understand anything at first-his English is limited to the few interjections that Victor often says.He asked the front desk and ran two streets to find Victor, but he found out that Victor seemed to have made a new girlfriend.He stood annoyed at first, but then he thought he was lucky - they switched to Japanese!
Then he heard what he had always cared about, those bad emotions that had been tormenting him, those doubts that annoyed him, turned into warmth, guilt and heartbeat as Victor confides to others.
It doesn't matter anymore.The hard training, Viktor's stern berating, that photo—whatever, maybe Viktor was just a little tired that day, the stress of the exam on his own. . .All in all.Especially when he heard Victor's last words—he felt that he could forgive Victor for everything, no matter who he would associate with again, or whether he was fierce or not, he was no longer afraid.
Katsuki Yuuri stepped forward, turned from behind the screen, and deliberately made them hear someone coming.Then he looked straight at the silver-haired man who had turned from the bar stool at the sound, and looked into his surprised blue eyes.But he still looked away.Then, like a child who made a mistake, he looked down at his right foot and whispered, "Victor, I'm sorry."