Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

When I looked back, I saw that she had fallen asleep.

"Am I a teacher or a nanny?"

Seventh day evening

"Alan! So what's the point of our trip?" Alan, who had just come out of the shower, was directly complained by his students. "I just made some small mistakes but the foreman kept blaming me. It's really overwhelming."

Olga Marie was upset about being inexplicably blamed today, and the words "I'm unhappy and need comfort" were almost written on her face.

"That's the problem, Mary, look at my hands." Alan slowly stretched out his hands.

"You, you, you, what's going on!" Looking at the calluses on Alan's hands, they were rough and disgusting.

"These are what existed before I came to Chaldea. It all started with a baby in front of the gate of an orphanage on a rainy night." Alan walked to the window, facing the sea breeze, and slowly spoke out his memories.

"By the way, remember to take off your red stockings. They are not good for blood circulation."

"Hey, I got it, stupid teacher."

The sea at the end of summer is tranquil and blue. The afternoon sun blows into the room with a slightly fishy and salty sea breeze. The girl at the table is writing furiously.

"That is a subconsciousness they have formed in order to realize their own values ​​and to achieve the common goal of all. It takes all people as its working objects, unifies the will of employees to the greatest extent, regulates the behavior of employees, gathers the strength of employees, and serves that goal."

"In this context, the individual 'people' are the most important. The common goal lets them know where to go. At the same time, everyone must be clear about their own abilities and status, understand the authority they have in this context, and have clear plans and steps to achieve the goal."

“This kind of power is a kind of combined force, collective power, gathered through common beliefs, consistent actions, familiar work styles, shared values, and standard behavioral norms. It can grow through shaping, spread through education, be carried forward through incentive mechanisms, and continue to thrive through the carrier of the actors.”

"This is what we need in Chaldea. I'm curious, how did my teacher Alan know that Chaldea needs these? Is it the gap between the perspectives of an ordinary person and a magician? I'm beginning to understand why my father kept him."

After writing this last line, Olga Marie gently closed the notebook. Beads of sweat covered her forehead. She picked up the tissue on the table, wiped it casually and threw it into the trash can.

"Today is the last day back, so enjoy it."

She unbuttoned her clothes and took off her white shirt, exposing her well-maintained white skin. Her clothes were half-undressed, revealing her slender, snow-white legs and flat belly, which was extremely tempting. Her right hand went to the back to unfasten the buckle, and her left hand held the seal to remove the protection. From the back, she looked like a young girl with graceful curves.

Just as she was looking for clothes that matched the beach style, the door of the room was pushed open. "Mary, we can now..."

"Bang!" The Allen was successfully sunk by the Olga Marie submarine.

Chapter 22: People are different every year

"Brother Allen, about these glasses..." Mashu, who was wearing glasses for the first time, felt a little uncomfortable wearing such a thing.

"It can't be helped. Mashu, your myopia is even worse than mine at the same age," Alan was a little shocked when he looked at the data in his hand. "When I was 11, my myopia was about 100, and yours is almost 200 now."

"Did brother Alan wear glasses before? Why doesn't he wear them now?" Curious baby Mashu is a little curious about Alan's past. After all, in Chaldea, among the few people she is familiar with, Alan is the only one whose past is unknown. It is said that even Dr. Roman does not know Alan's past.

"I did, but later I had an operation after I had more money, and now I don't do it anymore." Allen brushed it off lightly, his defense in this regard was simply impeccable - except for his own white-haired lady. "Mashu can do it when you are 18, but..."

"I think Mashu looks good wearing glasses like this." Alan made a camera out of his hands and looked closely at this reliable junior who already had some shape.

"But this is not mine after all." He sighed in his heart. Who doesn't want to be the protagonist? But before that, he must have a clear understanding of himself. He just needs to finish this last shift.

"Hey, Brother Alan, did anything happen between you and Dr. Roman? I heard some news from Professor Leif, but I don't know if it's true." The young Mash looked a little worried. Alan and Romani were both like fathers and mothers to her. If there was a conflict between them...

"That's just a rumor. You won't believe it, will you? Don't worry, Matthew. There's nothing between Romani and me, right, Romani?" Alan said to the door.

The person on the other side of the door hesitated for a while, but finally chose to push the door open and walk in. It was Romani Achman.

"Just ignore this kind of news, Matthew. It's just nonsense. Alan, Mr. Marisberry will come to us for something later. Let's go together."

"That's it, we'll leave first. Mash, you should get used to these glasses first." Before he finished speaking, Romani hurriedly pulled Alan out.

"Do you have any sense of time?"

"Sorry, sorry. I spent too much time with Mash."

Mashu, who was in the isolation room, leaned against the wall and listened to the two people's voices fading away. After confirming that there was really no problem, she continued to wear her glasses with peace of mind.

"Hmm, I'm still a little dizzy. I'll ask Brother Alan and Dr. Roman to change the prescription when they come back."

And on the other side...

"We are just like parents who are concerned about their child's condition." Alan followed Romani into the infirmary and closed the door. "So what do you want to talk to me about? Our chief doctor, Romani Achiman?"

"Look at this." Romani took out some papers from the drawer of her desk and handed them to Alan. "You should be familiar with these things." She lowered her head, and her expression could not be seen.

"What? Let me see... "Hypothesis about Beast." The voice stopped abruptly, and the corners of Alan's mouth tightened into a straight line in an instant. He quickly checked the contents of the file.

"Where did you get it from?"

"Your office."

Yes, there was one time when I was in a hurry and didn’t hide this document well. I guess it was at that time that this happened.

"So how do you know about Beast? According to this article, human civilization will end in 2016? How do you know that?"

Although he had already confirmed the news in his heart, he still retained a glimmer of hope. But after seeing Allen's reaction, Romani's last hope was shattered.

"Alexander Allen! Who are you? Why do we know nothing about your past? What are you hiding?"

These four consecutive words of quality from Romani made Allen somewhat passive. Could he speak? What could he say? Should he reveal his biggest secret?

Tell them this is just a game world?

Then I would probably die on the spot. You have to know what the first identity of Romani Achiman in front of me is. The ring hidden by her gloves is now on the middle finger of her right hand!

"sorry, I......"

"No comment." Alan said this as if he had used up all his strength, and was then pushed hard against the wall by Romani.

"What the hell is wrong with you? What does that look mean? Alexander Allen!"

"Didn't you say you wanted to be my boyfriend? Why are you backing off now?" Romani's eyes were filled with tears. She would never have thought that her best friend, Alan, whom she had almost decided on, would be so...

disappointing.

Alan could only lower his head. No expression could be seen on his face, but his body was trembling slightly.

Romani lowered his head in disappointment, and the tears in his eyes fell down uncontrollably.

"Today is Christmas, Alan." She already had a tearful tone in her voice. "Everything was fine at this time last year, why has it become like this now..."

"Feel sorry."

This sentence gave Romani a glimmer of hope, but it was soon overwhelmed by greater disappointment.

"As expected, I still have no comment, Romani."

He gently pushed Romani away, staggered a little, and left the room. Before leaving, Allen left a message.

"Let's all calm down."

After saying that, he gently closed the door, leaving this space to Romani.

She gently slid down the wall, buried her head between her legs, and cried bitterly in this space that belonged to her alone. How beautiful it had been before, how painful it was now.

Romani didn't understand Allen's behavior at all. She just wanted an answer, but Allen just wouldn't give her that answer. If Allen had any difficulties, he could tell them, but he just wouldn't. Due to various factors, this result was eventually achieved.

"Leave any problems to me. I am Solomon. Why, why do you have to do this?"

Alan returned to his dormitory and took out the cans of beer he bought with the Germans from the refrigerator. He opened them and drank them one by one. After many years, he felt this sense of powerlessness again, the kind of powerlessness that you know the truth but cannot change it.

Was Romani wrong? No, she wasn't. This was just a normal reaction, and it was caused by her own negligence.

Maris Billy? Allen asked himself, and the answer was no. No one could be blamed for this extremely low probability behavior.

It can only be myself.

From the beginning, he should have been directly given the magic hint and sent back instead of showing off his knowledge. Then he would not have stayed and formed a bond with her, and all the things that happened later would not have happened.

This is ultimately Ritsuka Fujimaru's story, not Alexander Allen's.

"Go and resign to Marisbury after the New Year."

This was Alan's last thought after he got drunk, and then he fell asleep.

I don't know when the door was opened again, but this time it was not a doctor who came in, but someone else.

"How much did you drink?" The visitor was a little surprised by the scene.

He helped Alan to his bed, covered him with a blanket, and took off his clothes before that.

"It's a matter of reciprocity, yes, that's it."

The visitor's attention was distracted for a moment as he looked at Alan's peaceful face as he slept.

"I didn't expect you to be a little kid when you sleep."

"Sweet dreams, teacher, and."

"Merry Christmas."

Chapter 23 Chaldea World Esports Competition

"Stay another year?" Allen, who had just come out of Marisbury's office, thought about the feasibility of this answer. "It's risky, after all, Marisbury died a year later, but this is the best answer I've gotten."

"Then we have to start planning some of the things we want to do." Alan walked into the conference room and informed the people in his game discussion group.

"Everyone come to the conference room, I have something important to announce."

Three minutes later, the door of the conference room was pushed open by a group of people. Looking at these excited nerds, Allen regretted his decision.

After everyone was seated, Ernest, Alan's best friend, spoke first. "So, Alan, why did you ask us to go to Busan to watch WCG? First of all, let me make it clear that this year's StarCraft competition has changed to StarCraft II, so we probably won't be able to watch Flash."

"So that's all you think about? That's really limited." Alan pulled out a whiteboard from the corner and wrote down a few English words with a marker.

World Cyber ​​Games

"Isn't this still WCG?" "In the end, we still have to go to Busan together." "It was a pity that we didn't go to WCG in Chengdu, China last year." Discussions continued one after another, but it seemed that nothing serious could be raised.

"What if I add this?" Alan added another word in front, but the meaning was completely different.

Chaldeas World Cyber ​​Games

Chaldeas World Cyber ​​Games

The atmosphere in the conference room was quiet for a while.

"Alan, you're not saying this for nothing. You know, although Chaldea doesn't have that many people, the related expenses are not small."

Alan took out his row of bank cards and displayed them in front of everyone. Looking at this luxurious configuration that looked like a king's treasure house, no one in the room had any objection.

"The prize is this!" Allen had a dozen tickets in his hand. "Tickets to the E6 gaming show in Los Angeles this June. It is said that Sony will release a new generation console (PS Vita) at this show."

"That is to say..."

“There is only one answer.”

"I will..."

"I am loyal to you!"

"Alan will always be my big brother!"

"Hahahaha, that's why humans are so interesting. I'm not going to hide it anymore. Everyone, go back and spread this exciting news!"

Following Alan's call, everyone in the conference room rose up and launched the first game revolution in Chaldea. From then on, Chaldea's daily entertainment entered a new chapter.

Let the voice of CWCG ring out! When CWCG rings out from every Steam player, every Nintendo player, every Sony player and every Xbox player, we will be able to accelerate the arrival of this day. At that time, all those who love games, WAR3 and Need for Speed, DOTA and Red Alert, StarCraft II and CS1.6, FIFA and Pro Evolution Soccer, will join hands and sing a song beyond the game:

"It worked! It worked! Thanks to the almighty Alexander Allen, we can finally participate in WCG!"

The decision made in the conference room that afternoon spread across Chaldea like a spring breeze, and almost everyone took action. In Antarctica, where the largest number of game players resides, the news was like a spring thunder.

Players from all over the world gathered in Chaldea just to participate in the supreme gaming feast held here.

"Alan, here are the names and rosters of all the participating teams of Chaldea. In addition, our personnel are ready, just waiting for you to pick a name." Ernest was now completely excited. Of course, everyone was the same, full of confidence in the successful hosting of this first CWCG.

"Let me see, Denmark's mTw, Sweden's NIP and FNC, Finland's ENCE, Germany's MOUZ and SK, Poland's PGS, Ukraine's NA'VI, North America's Team Liquid, EG, 3D and COL, and the French team Very Game from CS:S next door. WDNM really used its own country's team as its name." Allen looked at these names that he was so familiar with. "CS:S can tell them that this can be considered a performance event. Fortunately, Astralis is not there, otherwise it will become a salary cup again."

"Alan, so what's our team name?"

"Anything else to say about our international team? Faze! This is the name! Faze up!" Alan wrote down this team name that meant a lot to him with a big stroke of his pen.

"Brothers, hurry up and finish processing this batch of names, go back and practice quickly, remember to arrange a training match with the Swedes, and arrange for the Sand II Train NUKE and others!"

With almost everyone generating electricity at a high intensity, all relevant configurations regarding CWCG were completed smoothly. Finally, it was April, and the biggest feast of Chaldea was about to begin.

As for Romani? The latest magical girl in January has already made her autistic.

"Gen Urobuchi!!! You big villain! Why are you doing this!" Watching Puella Magi Madoka Magica playing in front of her computer, this new January show dealt a great blow to her in the third episode, she continued to follow it with both pain and joy.

After all, this is a landmark work in the history of magical girls.