COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 53

A few days later, Benz asked for a leave to come to S City again.

Pon learned that he was coming by train when he was already halfway there.

When he met Benz at the train station, he couldn’t help but nag, saying that his mother had him here to take care of, so Benz, a senior in high school, should concentrate on his studies and not always run around.

Benz blocked him with a single sentence, “I miss you, and… I worry about you being here alone.”

After learning that Pon was entangled with Sailub Hemmawich again, Benz felt heartbroken for his brother.

He made three phone calls a day to confirm his safety. He searched the Internet for fighting and self-defence videos and sent them to him, so that he could practice diligently.

Benz had a good reason for this, “You also know that he shot action movies to start with. Sure thing you can’t beat him but learn these things at least to win a little time. It’s also exercise, hitting two birds with one stone.”

Pon was so humiliated by “it’s a sure thing you can’t beat him” that he unbuttoned his clothes in front of the mirror to get some self-confidence.

Seeing that he couldn’t find any sign of abdominal muscles, he was discouraged and obediently clicked on the video to learn.

He hid in his room to practice and once hit the wall with too wide a motion, which made Sailub from next door knock on the door.

When he entered the room and saw the video that was still playing, Sailub didn’t laugh.

He only raised his hand and made a gesture, saying, “This above is not correct, the action of a neck lock needs to be fast enough, defense and attack should also be coherent, arm tight, not soft.”

Even if Pon didn’t say who this was for, Sailub probably knew it.

This made Pon a little panicked, and he didn’t dare to accept guidance with peace of mind.

However, Sailub became determined and took the time to teach him a few tricks every night, which made Pon speechless and so embarrassed that he couldn’t memorize anything.

When he arrived at the hospital just in time for lunch, the family sat down to eat together for the first time in a long time, chatted for a while about family life and then Sammy began to talk about the same old things again, “A big hospital is really different, even the food is better than in the town hospital. The price is not expensive either… Speaking of which, thanks to this Mr. Sailub, Pon also has work that can be done at home. Next time, if he comes again, he must wake me up. I want to thank him in person.”

Pon almost bit his tongue. Benz exchanged glances with him, and the siblings replied in a tacit understanding, “Yes, yes, sure, sure”.

After eating, Pon cleaned up the dishes and Benz fetched water.

When he came back to settle sammy for a nap, Pon sat on the edge of the bed drowsily flipping through his cell phone, stumbling on a set of photos of Sailub wearing black.

Instantly, he felt energized.

It was the set he saw him shoot in the studio that day. This kind of mid-length men’s wear would look unflattering on a figure that was slightly shorter or had a slightly inferior figure ratio.

Sailub looked like the suit was tailor-made. Coupled with the advantage of wide shoulders and long legs, the processed photos did not seem like there was any photoshopping involved, everything looked the same as what he saw at the scene.