Gundam 00: Rise of China

When?! And I can't break free!

God knows how much I was shaken when that arm was placed on my shoulder, the moment I had just done a good deed.

After all, he knows his own skills all too well!

If someone could easily get close to him, especially when he was on guard for a split second...

Eight hundred years ago, I was already dead beyond any doubt.

He turned his neck stiffly for a moment, and the murderous intent in his pupils almost overflowed.

However, when he saw the person who came, even though the other person's huge sunglasses covered their eyes.

As soon as my shoulders relaxed, I clearly felt the goodwill being conveyed by the other person.

but……

Even if you're inviting me out of goodwill or to thank me, am I obligated to accept?

In that instant, I realized I wasn't some silly ocean sunfish that could be bitten and then nonchalantly continue swimming in the sea.

Moreover, who could accept such an invitation?

I am the pilot of Celestial Gundam.

As he silently recited this line, the secret terms of the operation began to surface in his mind.

Immediately, one must use their superior skills to break free from the other person's arms and, if necessary, deliver a couple of punches to ensure that the other person does not hinder their escape from the scene!

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"

The idea is good, but if someone else had invited Setsuna, they might have gone ahead with it according to Setsuna's plan.

Unfortunately, the person who made the invitation was Wang Ye from the People's Revolutionary Alliance, who was a student of Brad and had mastered the art of ideological correction.

So even after sitting down in the so-called Kurdish kebab restaurant and having kebabs laid out in front of him, he still didn't understand why he was there.

His memory faltered for a moment, as if, after a series of sudden movements, he found himself here.

His eyes were filled with confusion after the chaos, and he stared blankly at the three people sitting in front of him for a moment.

The blond man wearing sunglasses has a very charismatic and charming presence.

A beautiful, aloof rich girl who seems naive and easily fooled?

The bald, fierce-looking burly man was probably a thug or bodyguard.

and so……

He looked down at the grilled meat rolls laid out in front of him and fell into deep doubt.

What am I doing?

"White sauce? Red sauce?"

A subtle smile appeared at the corner of Wang Ye's mouth, and he felt an unusual sense of pleasure. This was the moment when all he could do was shout that he was Gundam.

This expression of existential doubt is so hilarious; this little guy actually tried to resist before.

You're overthinking it!

However, while secretly enjoying himself, Wang Ye maintained a gentle and refined demeanor on the surface, just like his teacher, Professor Gao.

"This is the most representative base sauce for Kurdish kebabs, made with a thick, full-fat yogurt base."

"It's seasoned with crushed fresh garlic, lemon juice, and salt. Some restaurants also add parsley and dill for added aroma."

Pointing to the white bottle of sauce placed in front of him, Wang Ye began to explain in a gentle, conversational manner, much like a teacher standing on a classroom platform.

"This is a red sauce, made with a base of Kurdistan's specialty red pepper sauce or concentrated tomato paste, combined with Aleppo chili powder, garlic, cumin, a little olive oil, and lemon juice."

"As for the flavor, it's savory with a mild fruity spiciness. It's not your average sweet tomato sauce; it's the classic spiciness of a kebab roll."

"oh!"

There was no immediate reaction, but upon hearing Wang Ye's explanation, which sounded like a food documentary narrator, Piris and Anura instinctively began to applaud softly.

There's no way around it, it's really instinct...

He gave Piris and Anura, who were clapping, a strange look, and then rolled his eyes in an instant.

What white sauce and red sauce? You blondie are trying to introduce our traditional barbecue sauce to me, a Kurdish, right?

What about the face?

As his inner thoughts began to stir, he expressionlessly reached out his hand, and, feeling hurt, grabbed Red Sauce more like a human being.

"Young man, I advise you to use white sauce instead; red sauce is, in my opinion, a heretical choice."

In fact, no matter which sauce Setsuna chooses, Wang Ye will say the same thing, and his words will definitely contain words that will further provoke Setsuna's emotions!

heresy?

This word directly triggered Shana, because even when he was a child, he almost had a stress reaction to hearing this word.

She nearly smashed the bottle of red sauce in the face of the golden retriever in front of her, and in a moment of retaliatory smear, she vigorously smeared a considerable amount of it on the grilled meat in front of her.

How large is the quantity?

Anula's eyes twitched. Even this burly man was doubting whether the other person would be able to finish the roast meat without wasting any, and whether he would need to see a doctor afterwards.

I still recommend you use white sauce.

Even though Shana had already made her choice clear with her actions, Wang Ye still wouldn't give up and picked up the bottle of white sauce, pretending to add it to the bright red roasted meat.

That fleeting moment of grilled meat.

"Crack".

Staring at the bottle of white sauce that was about to be placed on his grill, he immediately expressed his refusal in a more direct way.

He lifted his barbecue plate and watched as Wang Ye sprayed the white sauce all over the table.

Oh.

The sheer joy of holding the plate was indescribable.

He looked at Wang Ye, who was holding the bottle of white sauce, with a defiant gaze, his eyes seemingly saying, "This is my choice."

Don't impose your choices on me!

"Why can't we understand each other? I'm clearly doing this for your own good!"

"This will cause conflict again, and a whole mess might break out because of this."

To her surprise, instead of Wang Ye's defeated expression, Shana's expression froze.

Understanding? Confusion?

war?

The light in his eyes dimmed, and his mind instantly descended into utter chaos.

"So, they really can't understand me, and can't accept my good intentions?"

"Then there's no other way but to use violence to make you understand me."

Before Shan Na could even react, Wang Ye pulled out his gun and pointed it at her.

"Um?"

The moment Wang Ye pulled out his gun, they were stunned. Piris and Anura even began to suspect that Major Wang Ye had been replaced at some point.

It's just a choice of sauce for barbecue, isn't it?

As for using guns?

The only thing that probably comforted them was that Wang Ye had booked the entire place and cleared out anyone unimportant when he entered the store.

"Who are you?"

Facing the dark muzzle of a gun, he suddenly calmed down and asked with a serious expression, holding up the plate of barbecue.

"Now? White sauce or red sauce?"

Ignoring the question about his identity that came at him, Wang Ye slightly twitched the muzzle of his gun and continued to press for details about the choice of sauce.

"Red sauce!"

What a joke! How could someone like him easily submit, let alone twist his will under the gun?

He firmly stated that his choice would not change, and stubbornly maintained it to the very end.

"This is really a headache."

As he spoke these words, Wang Ye slowly tightened his grip on the trigger, and unprecedented pressure completely enveloped Setsuna.

But in that instant, he remained completely unmoved, utterly resolute in his choice.