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"Click, click, click, click—”
At ten o’clock in the morning, there were bursts of typing sounds from Lance’s study.
Wearing a white casual shirt and black trousers, with blond waist-length hair tied in a high ponytail. Today's Sinnoh champion is also battling hard , but the opponent is not a challenger, nor an evil criminal organization, but the white laptop in front of her. To some extent, the sense of oppression brought by the latter is far stronger than the former two.
The laptop opens one page after another, most of which are historical databases and archeologist files. The main screen displays an unfinished text file, which is blank except for the large font title :
A Powerful Light Creating A Deep Shadow: An Investigation of the Interaction between the Hisui Ancestors and Giratina
"Hmm.... that's it, this is the title." Cynthia nodded and looked at the screen with satisfaction, as if she had accomplished something great.
Whenever Cynthia lives in Blackthorn City, Lance will automatically give her the study room, and the case-handling documents, investigation reports and tracking charts on the desk will disappear without a trace, and be replaced by numerous essay papers and books . The bookcase that originally only held many dragon-type Pokémon training books will also be crowded with historical and archaeological documents. Lance even put many labels on the bookcase to facilitate her sorting.
At this moment, a knock on the door came from outside the study, interrupting her thoughts.
"Coffee's here." In a blue gym suit and shorts, Lance, who had apparently just finished his morning workout, walks in. One of his hands is holding Cynthia's black mug. As soon as he entered the study, he was shivering because of the temperature difference, and the black liquid in the cup almost spilled out.
"Thank you, just put it on the table."
" It's freezing here."
"It's going to be very hot today. I can't work if my head is overheated."
Although the Johto region is not as hot as Hoenn, Alola and other tropical regions, Blackthorn still has the scorching heat in midsummer. It is on a relatively high mountainside, but a basin. At this time, it is like a big oven, which is even more unbearable for Cynthia who is used to cool climates.
"Then I hope hot coffee won't affect you. Be careful, it's still scalding." Lance put the coffee on the table and was about to turn away, but noticed that the hem of his clothes was tightly pulled.
"Don't go yet, stay here." He turned his head and saw those silver eyes, projecting a strong begging at him.
"But it's Dragapult's training time now..." He tried to resist.
"Please, just a while ?" Damn. Lance turned around and shrugged.
Fine. She indeed looks very anxious.
It just happened to be a holiday for both of them. Their original plan was to visit Celestic Town as soon as Cynthia's championship title battle ended. However, Cynthia get an seminar invitation from Johto Archeological Association, which asks her to publish a paper and give a speech.
The location of the seminar happened to be Blackthorn. Cynthia felt that it would be good to live with Lance and enjoy the vacation, so she accepted it without any further thoughts. The manuscript she's writing is going to be published in the lecture.
If she could finish it, of course.
Lance leaned closer to the desk, put his right hand on her shoulder, and then, inevitably, he asked the mine-like question:
"How's the paper going ?"
Cynthia's body shook exaggeratedly as if being hit by an electric type move, then shook her head and sighed heavily.
"The title you see is everything, and I have changed it more than 20 times!"
Lance frowned.
This woman got up at 7 o'clock and shouted that she will finish this annoying paper once for all. And after working for more than two hours, she only typed the title?
Looking at the papers, books and copies of historical materials scattered on the desk, he suddenly realized that something seemed to be missing.
"By the way, where's your pokémons? Don't they usually accompany you when you're writing?"
"They are still resting at the Pokémon Center at Sinnoh, and they will be teleported in about three days."
Although she didn't want to make excuses for herself, without Garchomp and other pokemon stayed by her side, it was indeed a reason why she is in a bad mood and delaying the process.
A few weeks before moving to Blackthorn, something went wrong with the league's schedule, and she was given four defending championship matches. If the challengers were just some average trainer , that's fine. However, the last two challengers were Flint and Volkner. They shouted that they will let Cynthia see the results of their special training. Why don't these two just make out already ? In short, the continuous high-intensity matches exhausted Cynthia's Pokémon.
"For Arceus sake! It's so annoying! If only I could meet Giratina directly !" Cynthia couldn't help but scratch her blond hair, and bending over on the table weakly.
Isn't meeting Giratina mean someone is going to die? Looking at the frustrated lover in front of him, Lance thought. He couldn't help but imagine how the fans of her would feel when they saw her being this powerless. Then, he noticed that the pair of silver pupils cast a begging light on him once again.
"Can you bend down a little bit, please?"
"Okay, but what for... uh!" As soon as Lance followed her demand , Cynthia pulled his head over and hugged him tightly, and rubbed his red hair even more messy.
"What should I do...I don't have any inspiration right now, the deadline is on the weekend, what should I do...The seminar will be held at the end of the month, what should I do if I can't publish any research... .." This is the habit of Cynthia when she is anxious: hugging any creature that catches her eye, stroking and rubbing, but usually it will be Garchomp, Lucario or even Gastrodon , And they have long been used to their queen's behavior, so they will quietly accompany her.
Obviously, there is no such behavior pattern in Lance's salty mind.
He forcibly broke free from Cynthia's embrace, and with a stern face, "Instead of fantasizing about how to meet Giratina and panicking, it is better to calm down and complete the mission entrusted to you by others , isn't it basic?"
Cynthia's face immediately turned red. She hated Lance preaching her like this, he was even younger than her!
"I... Of course I know, I'm a professional scholar! How dare you look down on me?"
"Roger that, now will you start writing yet?" Lance, still with that stern face, closed his eyes, and deliberately avoided her gaze.
"You don't say !" Cynthia sat up and started typing , completely different from the decadent look just now.
Lance smiled and shook his head, turned and walked out of the study.
"Remember to come down for lunch."
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...According to the documents preserved by Survey Corps of the Galaxy Expedition Team , the so-called "Ghost Dragon" and "God of the Underworld" have been witnessed by members of the corps member several times, but the descriptions of this Pokémon are often quite different: such as
"...large-scale , gray, dragon-like Pokémon with a golden half-ring around its neck from the back. Black and red stripes run horizontally on the front of the neck. It has two large ghostly wings with claws on the tips Red structure. This pair of wings can change shape like liquid, gas. "
"Spooky, ribbon-like wings float behind it, with red tips. The golden spikes appear to be his legs, and four more spikes appear near the end of the tail." [Note 27].
Comparing the existing knowledge of Giratina , the above description can just confirm it was the two forms of this pokemon...
After being so agitated by Lance, Cynthia was gritting her teeth and typing furiously. The keyboard had unfortunately become a tool for venting her anger, and was beaten violently. "What a dork! I really want to find an excuse to teach him a lesson!" Just as Cynthia was thinking about countless small theaters, the part of her head that was responsible for academic thinking was running extremely fast. Two chapters has been done.
"It's half past one?" After the third chapter came to an end, she stretched her limbs and glanced at the clock on the wall. She'd better go downstairs to eat , or that human-shape Indeedee will come nagging again.
When she walked out the door, Cynthia felt the heat coming towards her, warming her limbs frozen by the cold air. When she walked into the kitchen, the lunch was ready and put on the table. It was cold soba noodles made by Lance. He made this kind of dish that would not affect the flavor due to the temperature. It was obvious that he had guessed that she would not go downstairs for dinner on time. Of course she knows her lover is not a control freak type.But this feeling of being in control of every move is really annoying!
She looked back and forth, but there was no figure in the room. He must have gone out to train again, right? The reason why he insists on training so much is because Lance has get some new partners. The naughty Dragapaut and Dreepies are the three sisters he took in when he went on a mission in Galar. Because they were not bred since childhood, Lance was worried that they would be injured under harsh tasks, so he wanted to exercise their fastest speed and endurance, even on such a hot day.
Dip in the sauce (light as usual) and stuff the noodles into her mouth one bite at a time, Cynthia began to think about what to do with the second half of the thesis, but after thinking about it, the working of her brain gradually slowed down, and then her thoughts started to get messy.
Oops... This kind of thing often happens when you're writing. When inspiration comes, no matter how many words , you can get it done without any hindrance. It seems like a help from gods. However,once you interrupt your writing and do something else, the inspiration will go away , and the efficiency will be slow like a Slakoth. Fortunately, Cynthia has a perfect solution, and that is - eating ice cream!
Whether it is Celestic Town, Undella Town or Blackthorn City, Cynthia has the habit of hoarding ice cream in one place, and the sweet and cool taste can always make her thoughts spring up again. However, this buff is also conditional. You must eat the right ice cream at the right time. This is the reason why she is more hesitant when choosing ice cream (at least this is her excuse), who is usually half-hearted.
But very rarely, this time, before opening the refrigerator freezer, Cynthia had already chosen what flavors to eat.
When she went to the Kalos region to participate in the exhibition match , Diantha, who also loves sweets, shared a lot with her.
The Kalos champion immediately gave her a bucket of high-quality chocolate ice cream, and told her that she would come to Kalos for nothing if she didn't eat it. "Aurorus Duke-level Silky Milk Chocolate Ice Cream, I'm going to eat you up !"
However, as soon as the freezer was opened, Cynthia's face immediately horrified.
There are only three tubs of ice cream inside! There should be four barrels!
No,no no no no no……a foreboding came to her mind.
She ordered a little: vanilla, pecha berry, persim berry, and what was missing was the chocolate flavor! The freezer was empty and only these three buckets of ice cream were placed.
Where is it? WHERE IS IT? She hurriedly opened the freezer below, but there was still no trace of the chocolate ice cream. At this moment, Cynthia's emotions were rapidly churning, and she began to think about the reason for the disappearance of ice cream.
"Could it be ... he ate it?" Lance is not a sweet tooth, but the crime scene is in his house, making him a prime suspect.
Thinking of this, Cynthia immediately opened her throat and shouted, "LANCE ! LANCE? "
"Cynthia ? Are you looking for me?" The voice came from the backyard.
Cynthia ran out of the house quickly, and scorching sunlight pierced her face, making her feel uncomfortable after being indoors for a long time.
Behind Lance's house is a small green forest. In the forest, there is a small lake that can accommodate the gyarados . There are also caves on the rock wall where the dragon-type Pokémon can live when they are tired. Lance's Pokémon usually live here. Between the house and the forest was an open space for training, and Lance stood in the center of the open space with his arms crossed, looking up at the blue sky with the burning sun. There were two fast-moving dots in the air, which turned out to be Dragapaut and Dragonite.
The special training that Lance gave today was to let Dragapaut fly back and forth against the sun, and try to avoid being hunted by the dragonite, but the temperature seems to have no effect on Dragapaut's ghost-like body. Lance and Dragonite, however, are nearly getting heat stroke.
"Where's the chocolate ice cream at home? Why is it gone?" As soon as Cynthia sprinted in front of Lance, she asked him emotionally.
"Ice cream? What are you talking about?" Lance blinked, as if it was the first time he knew there was something called ice cream, which made her a little annoyed for no reason.
"I mean the chocolate ice cream I put in the freezer! I couldn't find it. Did you ate it?"
Lance raised his eyebrows on his left eye and slowly wiped the sweat dripping from his cheeks. That nonchalant attitude really made her angry. "You know I don't eat sweets, right? The culprit is hovering high in the sky. During the time when you returned to Sinnoh, Dragapaut was playing pranks at home, smashing food from the refrigerator, and it seemed that one bucket of ice cream was among them."
Right now, Dragapaut is grimacing at Dragonite , completely unaware that she caused a catastrophe.
"How...how could this happen…not the chocolate ice cream..." Cynthia fell to the ground in frustration. Then she quickly got up, silver pupils stared directly at Lance, even sharper than defending the title.
"Then why didn't you tell me right away?"
"A bucket of ice cream is no big deal, right? Besides, there are still many flavors ..." As soon as the words came out, Lance felt regretful.
"No, no, NO! Now, when I don't have inspiration, I can only eat chocolate ice cream! And that's not ordinary chocolate ice cream. That brand is Aurorus Duke-Level Silky Milk Chocolate Ice Cream! Diantha gave it to me!"
Cynthia yelled angrily, so loud that the Pokémon in the entire forest could hear it,
"That poor man screwed up again," they thought.
Lance's head was knotted, processing the sentence that had just been poured into his head.
Why should you eat chocolate ice cream when you have no inspiration ?
Does Kalos even have a knighthood for food?
Since the name is Aurorus , how can there be milk?
Could it be made from Pokémon dairy products from Tauros or Miltank?
"Hey! Are you zooming out ? I ask you, how are you going to pay me now!" Oops, those eyes again!
"But that was clearly Dragapaut's fault..." He made his last resistance...
"I don't care! The trainer is responsible for the behavior of his Pokémon! You have to compensate me!" Then he was severely defeated.
Seeing Cynthia glaring at him angrily, Lance finally realized the seriousness of the matter now, he whistled, and Dragonite in the sky immediately landed on the ground. Out of breath, he looked at his trainer's anxious look, and noticed the angry expression of his partner's mate. He soon knew that Lance might have made trouble again, and his gloating eyes made Lance feel quite piss. "Take me to the nearest high-end imported supermarket, and hurry up! Search the entire Blackthorn City to find that... Baron…..Aurorus ..."
"It's called Aurorus Duke-level Silky Milk Chocolate Ice Cream!" Cynthia put her hands on her hips and corrected him furiously.
"Yes, that's it." After speaking, the Indigo Plateau Champion, the Pokémon G-Man, and the Dragon Master pushed themselves on the back of Dragonite , without seeing the nimbleness of usual , and with a sound "Boom", the man and the dragon turned into small dots in the air and flew towards the city.
Because of the sudden suspension of training, Dragapaut hovered from the air and approached Cynthia curiously.
"Don't worry, Lance just has work to do." Cynthia gently stroked the pokemon's head and smiled kindly, but Dragapaut felt a chill, because her smiling face was menacing. Her eyes were murderous, and a few obvious blue veins were exposed on her face. Seeing the Dreepy on their heads were scared to tears, Dragapaut screamed and fled the scene with supersonic speed.
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With a heavy sigh, Cynthia turned around and walked back into the house. As she walked, her footsteps became heavier and heavier. When she finally stood at the front door of the study and felt the cold wind blowing from the crack of the door, she suddenly didn't want to go in at all, and just knocked her forehead lightly against the door.
"It's so hot... so annoying..." Of course she knew that losing her temper over ice cream was capricious, childish, and even ridiculous. She also knew that she was just venting on Lance the irritability that she couldn't finish the paper. She was invincible and calm when it's on the battlefield , but in the face of the breathless deadline pressure, she became so irritable and vulnerable. She wonders what her pokemon who have accompanied her all the way will think ? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but miss them.
"Garchomp... Lucario... Roserade…Togekiss ... I miss you all... "
If it's a Spiritomb, she would come silently as her paperweight.
If it was Glaceon, the study room with her would be freezing cold, and there was no need for air-conditioning at all.
If it was Lucario, that stubborn child would probably follow her to get even with Lance.
If it's Garchomp, if it's her…...
Thinking of her closest partner, Cynthia patted her cheek and took a deep breath. If it was her Garchomp, she would definitely push her into the room, because she didn't like seeing her looking downcast. Thinking of the figures of her friends, although Cynthia had no inspiration, she still regained some vitality in her heart. She finally bit the bullet and opened the door, sat back at the desk and turned on the laptop.
Let's fix the notes and formatting first. Although these things are troublesome and trivial, at least they don't need too much brain working. So, after clearing her mind , Cynthia continued to struggle with the paper.
Note 76:The Ginkgo Guild merchants once monopolized the trade flow between Hisui and the outside world for a long time. According to personal logs, some members have rich knowledge of legendary Pokémon, such as the well-known...
"Tsk...that member's name...what is it called?" Cynthia rubbed her temples, but she couldn't remember. It would be nice to have chocolate ice cream at this time.
Luckily, there are some resources to look up! The History of Space-Time in Sinnoh is a book published by Cynthia . The content is a collection of myths and historical figures from the ancient Hisui region to the present. It is an encyclopedic reference book. If she remembers correctly, there should be an appendix of the tenure form of the past presidents of the Ginkgo Guild. Cynthia immediately walked to the bookcase, searching for the brick book.
"Where did I put it...?" Cynthia followed the label on the bookcase, but she couldn't find the book she was looking for. The disappearance of ice cream just happened. She hopes the book won't end up missing again.
"Got it, it's here!" Strangely, this hardcover version of The History of Space-Time in Sinnoh was not placed on the bookcase that Lance had sorted for Cynthia, but the piece that belonged to Lance in the bookcase. In the corner, it was suddenly caught between the Guide to Breeding Dragon-type Pokémon in the Galar Region and Dynamax : Training and Battling . He has always been shrewd, could this time he placed it wrong?
But when she turned the page with anticipation, she soon discovered the cruel truth.
"What the…?"
Her book... The book she wrote, edited, put lots of effort, time and energy into ……NOW WAS MESS UP WITH A FULL PAGE OF DENSE NOTES!
Although Cynthia herself also makes scribbled notes on books. As a scholar, or anyone who loves books, no one can bear to have their books randomly scribbled by outsiders. Cynthia flipped through the pages again. Every chapter and page was marked with different colored pens ! Some blank spaces are even filled with notes and reflections. Clearly, even a slowpoke can figure out who did this. The square and upright font is definitely Lance's handwriting! Thinking of this, Cynthia's anger rushed to her forehead, and then…
She put the book down and let it fall hard on the ground. Afterwards, she also lay on the floor weakly, staring at the ceiling listlessly, like a fainted pokemon.
Forget it…. Why make yourself this tired? After this paper is published, apart from a few colleagues in the academic world , probably no one will read it, right?
At first, I just pestered grandmother to listen to myth stories, and then volunteered to be Professor Rowan's assistant. I just wanted to witness the wonderful history intertwined with the myths of the past and the present world, but now I can only be locked in this small study room. Write an essay that no one reads, and get angry because of the inconsiderateness of my lover.
Whatever. Why just give up ? Anyway, It's not a big deal if the seminar lacks one of her articles.
She closed her eyes and planned to spend the day in such a decadent manner, no one shall ever wake her up......
At this moment, she heard the familiar voice calling her name.
"Cynthia! I'm back!"
WHAT A GOOD TIMING!
Furiously, Cynthia picked up the book and rushed out.
As soon as she got to the front of the house, she saw Lance jump off the back of Dragonite, holding a bucket of ice cream in his hand. "Sorry for the long wait, I went to four department stores and finally bought it. You are right, this brand is really popular..." His voice came to an abrupt end, because Cynthia is using her icy cold deadeye staring at him. "What... What's wrong? I must have bought the wrong brand, right? It's this one, isn't it? Aurorus Duke-level one….
"Mr. Lancelot. I only ask once. WHAT. IS. THIS." Cynthia stretched out her arms and pushed the book in her hand to Lance. She restrained herself to avoid showing too much emotion in her voice, but the blue veins on her face could not deceive anyone.
Lance hesitated for a while, the sixth sense he had cultivated as an investigator for many years made him realize that he seemed to have touched Cynthia's reverse scale again. "This? Isn't this the book you wrote? What's wrong?"
"OF COURSE I KNOW ! I'm asking about what's inside!" Cynthia couldn't help but amplify the volume, tears leaking from her eyes. She opened the book, showing the page of the book which is full of notes, "These markings, these notes, these jottings, this is all yours, am I correct ?" She wiped her bangs and glared at Lance with two dead eyes, but her words were full of tears. "You are really studying hard ,huh? You are really good at making notes,guh? Can you explain it to me, WHY did this book BECOME like this?"
After hesitating, Lance knew that if he didn't answer properly, the consequences would be absolutely catastrophic. "I...I was bored after finishing my official document. When I saw it on the bookcase, I picked it up and read it...and then..."
"Then?" Cynthia accentuated, motioning for him to continue.
"Then I was fascinated by the reading, and left notes and thoughts in the book..."
"How dare you! You're always like this! We've been together for so long, and you should know that I hate when someone stains my book ! It's not considerate at all!" Speaking of which, Cynthia Her tears finally flowed out like a small stream. She hugged the book with one hand, while the other hand clenched her fist and slammed it on Lance's shoulder. The force was so strong that the ice cream was shaken off. Turning around on the ground and stopped by the tail of the dragonite. Cynthia beat him once, and then again. One beat after another, not only expressing anger towards Lance, but also unreservedly releasing the anxiety and pressure that she suffered today.
"Cynthia...I..." Lance looked at her face, guilt could not help creeping into his back, he could only lower his head , like a pokemon who did something wrong and was reprimanded by his owner .
Wait? What exactly am I doing wrong?
After thinking for a while, Lance realized that something was really wrong, and he couldn't help but raise his head and meet her tearful silver eyes,
"But, this is MY book, you gave it to me, right?"
"Hmph, you still want to justify yourself huh?You never think from my standpoint…. Wait, what?" Cynthia was in a fit of rage, and it took about half a minute for her brain to fully accept what Lance just said.
"I said, you gave me this book, didn't you? Remember? We weren't even together back then." She thought back, as if it really happened. It seems to have happened in the previous master 8 tournaments, the season they were about to date. At that time, the book had just been published not long ago. At that time, she gave the book to almost everyone, and she didn't remember how many sets she gave. As for her own book, it could probably be placed in the study of Celestic Town, stuck in the messy piles of books.
Cynthia sniffed. Due to awkwardness and guilt,her face flushed instantly, and she began to stutter when she spoke.
"Then…. why did you....after so long...take it out and …read it ?"
"I said it just now, it's just a whim, it's just..."
"Just what?"
Once again, Lance avoided Cynthia's gaze, his ears turned red, as if some secret had been discovered.
"During the time when you returned to Sinnoh, I... I was very lonely. Reading your book and your words help me… ease the sorrow that you are not here... I was too fascinated by it. …I…I even…"
"Even?"
"I read all your books you put here."
"All of them?"
"All of them. I didn't make notes on your books ,of course."
"You….you love to read them?"
"Who doesn't? I love all of your research, Cynthia…"
Then he saw a golden whirlwind coming towards him.
Cynthia put down the book and rushed forward with a stride to embrace Lance. At this time, she first tried to control the twisted facial muscles, and finally she couldn't help laughing and couldn't close her mouth. "Hmm hahahahaha, what the hell is that" She, who was just having an emotional outburst, burst into laughter in the blink of an eye. Her mood changed so quickly that Lance didn't know how to react, so he could only gently try to push her away.
" I'm sweating and very wet right now, don't touch me."
"Never. "
Cynthia couldn't help laughing. Her lover, although always nagging and salty but he will never stop caring about her. Fly all over the city to buy ice cream for her, and read all of her books just because he misses her. Where in the world can she find another man like this?
"Cynthia, let go. You'll get yourself dirty."
" I love you , I love you so much."
"....."
Hearing the lover in his arms express her love, Lance then responded to Cynthia's embrace, gently wrapped his strong arms around her, and said in a voice so small that it was like a whisper.
"... Me too."
But how could he escape Cynthia's sharp senses?
"Speak it out, I want to hear it!" Cynthia rested her chin on Lance's chest and looked up at him, her eyes full of anticipation.
Lance pursed his lips, his face turning as red as his hair. Even though the relationship between the two is already semi-cohabitation, Lance is still not good at expressing love in words, especially when she is staring at him like this.
"I...I love you ..."
"anything else?"
"I love you so much–ummm?" As soon as Lance finished speaking, Cynthia immediately put her arms around his neck and kissed his lips, almost hitting his teeth.
At this moment, he noticed Dragonite beside him waving his hands in a panic, as if he wanted to tell him something.
……Whatever. He closed his eyes and responded to his lover's tender lips. He didn't care if they were standing in front of the house or how ridiculous the whole thing was. Being woken up early in the morning by the person next to the pillow, being played by Dragapaut, flying halfway of Blackthorn to buy ice cream, being scolded and beaten by Cynthia, today is not a good day for Lance. Right now, at this moment, he just wants to enjoy the reward he deserves. About ten minutes later, their lips slowly separated. Don't know if it was because of the temperature or the intimacy just now. Both of their faces were now red and steaming, like some kind of Fire-type Pokémon.
Lance gasped for breath, patted Cynthia on the shoulder, and picked up the book on the ground.
"Let's go inside, although it's already four o'clock, the sunset is still quite hot at this time."
"Yeah, that's why you need ice cream to cool yourself..."
Wait...they both shout at the same time, "No!"
Aurorus Duke-level Silky Milk Chocolate Ice Cream that fell to the ground after being exposed to the high temperature of summer. Has already become a bucket of chocolate milkshake. Dragonite stood aside, with an expression of "I told you so", then flapped its wings and flew away.
Lance picked up the bucket and shook it, only to hear the sound of liquid churning in the bucket.
"Hurry up and put it back in the freezer, you should still be able to eat it, but it will take a while..."
Cynthia took the bucket, looked at him guiltily and said, "I'm sorry, I was too self-willed to cause you so much trouble."
"It's okay, I know that the paper puts a lot of pressure on you. If I take care of you more and stay by your side, it shouldn't make you so anxious."
"Perhaps. But did you really think this whole thing is over ?"
"Eh?"
"Ice cream is lost because you didn't stop Dragapaut. You don't cherish the book I gave you and make it messy. You still have to make up for me, and I've already figured out what you're going to do !"
Lance looked at her suspiciously, those silver pupils shone with a sly light this time...
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*Three days later*
…..to sum up, the historical evidence shows that the ancient Hisui ancestors not only witnessed the two forms of Giratina many times, but even recorded that human beings tried to manipulate Giratina and succeeded, although the identity and intention of the character still not yet to be confirmed, but it can be inferred that the action of the character and the collection of the Arceus Plate began to coincide with the time. Regardless of whether the "God of the Underworld" has ever been reduced to a human being, the interaction between Giratina and the Hisui ancestors will still help us understand this mysterious Pokémon, and we look forward to new evidence unearthed to reveal its mystery.
"Oh right ! It's done ! The final chapter has been successfully completed!" After saving the file, Cynthia closed the laptop on the living room table and stretched comfortably on the sofa.
"That's great, so is my punishment over yet, Miss Mythology Scholar?"
Lance speaks in a flat tone. His head was now (involuntarily) putting g on Cynthia's lap, and his body was lying awkwardly on the sofa. The punishment Cynthia gave Lance was that he had to be on call before she finished her thesis, and no matter how she hugged or played with his hair, he was not allowed to resist.
"No, no, no, it's true that the text is complete, but the post-editing and correction are far from over!"
"That's really an exciting news."
"Stop complaining, it's your fault for not taking care of your Pokémon, scribbling other people's books, being inconsiderate, nagging all the time, and refusing to say you love me out loud. Now, feed me ice cream! "
The last three accusations were all made up by yourself... Even if he complained in his heart, Lance still got up from Cynthia's lap, scooped up a spoonful of ice cream on the table , and put it in front of her mouth.
"Say Ah-" (Of course, this was also instructed by Cynthia.)
"Ah–"
"Yes~ So sweet, so dense, so smooth! No wonder this one is called Duke-Level ! You try some !"
After speaking, Cynthia took the spoon from Lance's hand, shoveled a large ball of ice cream and stuffed it into his mouth. Suddenly eating a big mouthful of ice, the result is a brief severe headache, and sure enough, the dragon type and the ice type can't get along.
Half a minute later, he covered his head with his hands and pursed his lips to express his thoughts. "...Too sweet..."
He thought silently, how long would he have to endure such suffering?
It feels good though,as long as it's with her.
What Lance didn't know was that Cynthia had already finished proofreading. In fact, for a seminar paper, it could be sent three days ago, but she kept revising it and delaying the completion of the manuscript in various ways.
Just a little more , just a little bit more time. Soon after the seminar, she will return to Sinnoh, and Lance will also take on a new mission, so there is not much time left for them to get along. Because of this, the uncontrollable possessiveness completely overwhelmed her guilt, and now she just wants to hold Lance firmly by her side, and not allow him to go . Anyway, he didn't actually resist , maybe he secretly liked it.
"There's still one day left until the deadline, let's work together!"
"As you wish."
After Lance spoke, Cynthia couldn't help laughing. That bright smile was sweeter than all the ice creams in the world combined.