My wife is the stand-in.

Lin Shuyu, having reapplied light makeup, walked back to the training ground with hesitant small steps, only to see a group of doctors and nurses surrounding Li Junzi, who was slumped like a lump of mud, clicking their tongues in disapproval.

“Look at these bones, they’re all rotten to dust, yet they’re still not dead.”

"Look, this meniscus fracture has healed, that's amazing."

The girl looked around but couldn't see Amanosaki anywhere.

"Miss Lin!" The doctor waved to Lin Shuyu when he saw her. "Looking for someone?"

Lin Shuyu blushed as if she had been caught stealing food, and stammered.

However, this doctor was only interested in dissecting the human body; the girl's micro-expressions and psychology were not within his area of ​​interest. Ignoring Lin Shuyu's expression, the doctor casually said:

"Amanosaki has been taken to register. Miss Lin, you've got someone to take your job today. Feeling good?! You can slack off openly this afternoon."

As the doctor spoke, his blood-stained little finger pinched Li Junzi's hamstring, his bright red thumb raised high, his face full of envy, and he kept complaining: "Sigh, when will I have someone to cover my shift?"

"Doctor..." Li Junzi, lying on the ground, felt his hamstrings, his mouth twitching along with them: "You can say whatever you want, but don't be so picky... Hey, hey!"

"What are you yelling about, you thick-skinned bastard?" The doctor snapped Li Junzi's tendon with a snap, pulled out the thread, and began to suture. "With such good practice material like you, won't I have to sew you up a hundred or two hundred times?"

The two bickered and enjoyed themselves.

Lin Shuyu was left all alone in the training ground. Looking at the noisy crowd, her fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt, and she suddenly felt listless.

"Go back to sleep."

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"How much longer are you going to lean on my shoulder? Aren't you afraid your neck will break?"

Rin Tohsaka, who is 1 meters tall, tilted her head and pursed her lips.

Amanosaki, who is more than a head taller than Rin, tilted his head to his shoulder, his head close to Rin's. From a distance, the two looked like a compass with its legs spread apart.

“I’m a patient,” Amanosaki said succinctly.

Standing close to Rin Tohsaka, he could smell her sweet fragrance. The ends of her twin tails swayed at his nose as she walked, and every time they brushed past, he would unconsciously follow those tufts of dark hair with his eyes.

“I’ve healed all your injuries, you’re perfectly healthy now, what are you pretending for? Get up!” Rin Tohsaka reached under their shoulders as they leaned together and tried to straighten Amanosaki.

Amanosaki simply pressed his entire upper body against it, looking like they were going to stick together like glue.

The staff member leading the way kept their eyes straight ahead, lamenting sadly that they had to be subjected to dog food during work hours, their gaze fixed on the front with a strange sense of indignation.

Then he discovered that Rin Tohsaka had supported him with one hand.

"No, this isn't true, Rin actually rejected me." Amanosaki sighed desperately, his voice filled with sorrow.

Has no one ever told you that you're a bad actor?

Amanosaki reached out and hugged Rin Tohsaka, resting his chin on the girl's head and gently rubbing it: "No, when I was in school, I always performed a skit in the class's annual talent show, and everyone said I was good at it."

"I'm just bad at acting in front of Rin."

Feeling the massage-like pressure on her head, Rin Tohsaka squinted slightly, enjoying the warmth of Amanosaki's embrace from behind for a few seconds before gently pulling away.

"why?"

“Because I have no pretense in front of my lover,” Amanosaki said matter-of-factly.

Rin Tohsaka's steps faltered, the toes of her square-toed leather shoes hitting her heels. She twisted her hair, using her elbows to shield herself from Amanosaki's prying gaze. A blush rose gently to her face, like the morning sunlight reflecting a faint red hue in a pool.

Amanosaki laughed heartily, looking smug.

In a fit of embarrassment and anger, Rin Tohsaka kicked Amanosaki. Amanosaki pretended to be in pain and then pounced on Rin, hugging the girl in his arms.

"Don't do that, everyone's watching." Rin Tohsaka complained, her face hidden by a broad chest, as she gently punched Amanosaki's chest with her fist.

Amanosaki's body, still carrying the scent of youthful exercise, fresh sweat, and lingering hormones, struck Rin's mind like a heavy punch. She felt as if she had drunk several cans of alcohol, her whole body was dizzy, and her steps became unsteady.

Amanosaki glanced at the guide who was walking faster and faster ahead, pointed at the man, and said, "There are only you, me, and that gentleman here. Where is the 'everyone'? We are everyone."

"Or……"

Amanosaki wrapped his arms around Rin's slender waist, his palms kneading her smooth abdomen, his words carrying a strange, almost feverish power:

"As long as no one is watching, it's fine?"

Rin Tohsaka's jade-like face turned completely red, the fiery color spreading rapidly beneath her skin like white porcelain thrown into a kiln, the flames burning a crimson hue onto the glaze.

The girl let out a soft cry, as melodious as the song of a lark.

Amanosaki had never heard such a full moan, filled with happiness, satisfaction, shame, and resentment.

It brings inexplicable joy.

His mouth opened wide, then froze, and then he began to wail.

Rin Tohsaka finally couldn't stand the teasing anymore and stepped on his toes, twisting her heel hard.

"Honey."

Amanosaki forced an awkward smile. "You like this style? Shall we fix it at home? It's not appropriate in public... Ouch!"

Magic circuits appeared on Rin Tohsaka's perfectly sculpted legs, making the force applied to Amanosaki's feet unbearable.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I was just joking. I'll never do it again."

There's no shame in surrendering to your girlfriend.

"Ahem!" The guide coughed deliberately, interrupting the two's sweet talk.

Amanosaki quickly backed down and put Rin Tohsaka down. The girl had one hand hanging down and the other gripping her arm; her cascading hair fell from her shoulder, obscuring her flushed face.

"Here we are."

The guide pointed to the closed door and fled the scene as if escaping a disaster.

I can't eat a single grain of dog food in this bowl!

Damn it, watching couples showing affection during work hours? Where in the world is that supposed to be fair?!

It doesn't exist in China, and it certainly doesn't exist abroad!

Amanosaki, oblivious to the guide's grumbling, was too preoccupied with flirting with Rin Tohsaka to even remember what she looked like.

Only then did he have time to look around.

They have now arrived at the central building of the Yushan branch, where all external and daily departments of the branch work.

This is also the building where Amber and Scabies fell from the sky two days ago.

However, unlike the high-rise building where the two had their meeting that day, Amanosaki was located on the first floor of the building.

Entering the hall through the main entrance, there were about ten people queuing up to handle their business. A few steps further down the corridor, you could see Amanosaki hesitating in front of the door.

He looked at the door with the words "Reception Room" on it and could hardly believe that the guard of the branch headquarters was waiting for him in such a place.

Amanosaki used to be part of the "Sacred Scholar" circle and had connections with many freelancers. They often chatted about registration in group chats.

The Knights of the Wind is the most retro and ritualistic official organization in China.

To instill a sense of anticipation and ceremony in newly registered members who have become official heroes, and to make them feel the weight of the people's safety and the honor of being a hero, even registering as an official hero within a sect is a grand affair.

Firecrackers, red flowers, and crowds of cheerleaders are a given; every time, banners are hung and loudspeakers blare. New heroes favored by the gang even make it onto the local news, receiving a wave of free official publicity and instantly gaining their first batch of fans.

Now that he, Amanosaki, has become a formal knight-errant, he signed and sealed the document in the reception room of the office hall.

You can disregard my Amanosaki's feelings, but can't you also disregard the feelings of the guard Kohaku?

He turned to look at Rin Tohsaka, who was standing with her arms crossed, sulking and refusing to look at him; she was clearly still a little angry.

"Never mind, I wasn't going there for the red flower anyway." Amanosaki shrugged and pushed open the door.

The room was unpretentious, with a simple hard leather sofa and coffee table, stark white walls, and glaring incandescent lights. There was really nothing surprising about it.

There was only a balding middle-aged man standing behind the green ivy on the coffee table. Opposite the sofa sat a skeleton encased in amber. The amber looked like a masterpiece of carving, with lifelike eyebrows, eyes, hands, ears, clothes, and pants.

"Let me introduce you. This is Hu Zhun, the deputy head of the branch's intelligence department, and this is Amanosaki, the young hero of our Yushan branch, a rising knight-errant who calls himself the Stand User."

Hu Zhun, who already knew Amanosaki, nodded in acknowledgment. After the boy obediently sat down and moved aside to make room for Rin Tohsaka, Hu Zhun silently opened the file bag and took out a thick stack of contracts.

His amber-like lips parted slightly, and his voice was deep and resonant: "Before signing, I thought..."

"I'd like to say something before I sign."

Young and impetuous Amanosaki, fearing he wouldn't have a chance to explain himself, quickly raised his hand to speak.

Amber Prince raised his hand without any hesitation.

Amanosaki nervously scratched the back of his neck, then quietly grabbed Rin Tohsaka's small hand. Rin's fingers trembled slightly, then she turned her hand over and covered Amanosaki's hand, gently comforting him.

“Lord Amber, I appreciate your and Mr. Scabies Bin’s kindness, but please forgive me for refusing. I will not become anyone’s apprentice. Rin and I have our own plans.”

Hu Zhun looked at Amanosaki in surprise.

Carrying a three-foot-long sword and venturing out of one's country is the most traditional chivalrous spirit.

Countless young men and women in China love and practice swordsmanship. As a master swordsman in China, Jie Laobin can even be called the pinnacle of existing Chinese swordsmanship.

Amanosaki just refused like that?

What medication did he take? Should he see a doctor?

Not only him, but even Kohaku remained silent for a while. Looking at Amanosaki, whose cheeks were gradually sweating and who was becoming increasingly nervous, he finally chuckled and pushed the contract towards him.

"Once you sign the contract, you will be a certified knight of the Yushan branch. Your course will begin the day after tomorrow."

Amanosaki quickly took the contract, fearing that Kohaku might change his mind, and signed his name in a flash.

"Alright, you can go now," Amber said after confirming that all the contracts had been signed.

"Huh?" Amanosaki was stunned. "You, what were you going to say? It's just a signature, anyone can do it."

"You've said everything we wanted to say, what else is there for me to say?"

Kohaku looked calmly at Amanosaki, and only after Amanosaki's expression changed from blank to enlightened did he nod slightly:

"Yes, I'm here to persuade you to give up becoming Mr. Scabies Bin's disciple."

“Amanosaki, you were once a master calligrapher, so you should know the status of Jie Laobin among chivalrous heroes.”

"The number one swordsman of his time, the number one swordsman in the Daoist sect, known as the Flying Sword Immortal, Jie Laobin."

"Actually, I came here in person with many conditions I wanted to exchange with you, but I didn't expect you to give up on your own."

"Huh?!" Amanosaki exclaimed, scratching his head in frustration. "Is it too late to back out now?"