Chapter: Daily dose of news

~ The show must go on * throw confetti * I maaag this Pitel ^ o ^ ~

The somewhat turbulent training was followed by a silent lunch, partly out of exhaustion, partly due to interpersonal discrepancies. Although Tyson and Max would have loved to discuss their respective experiences loudly out of the joy of seeing each other again, the training was ultimately exhausting enough to calm down even the bladers who were apparently suffering from ADD *. Leylan stared listlessly at her plate filled with rice and chicken, trying desperately to block out the uncomfortable silence; with little success. Kai, on the other hand, had probably put on his most dismissive and haughty expression, so as not to give anyone the impression that he was interested in a conversation or had the slightest problem with this perfect silence.

> It should stay that way, now and forever. <, he thought longingly and happily devoted himself to his chicken. It was Tala who broke the silence, sounding more or less indifferent: "I'm going to take over the part of our esteemed manager." An ironic smile played around his thin lips. "Anyway, Ray, your new curriculum has arrived and Tyson, another university in Tokyo has sent an invitation - finally express yourself clearly, otherwise we can soon use the umpteen invitations as a fireplace. Max, the press has wind of yours Get back and therefore your short stay over there was not hidden from these vultures; they ask for an 'interview'. "
He paused briefly, not taking his eyes off those addressed. Tyson and Max sighed almost in sync; Neither were they friends of quick decision-making, Tala even more so. Flurry as always, Tyson shouted: "What should I tell these Honks, eh? I never asked for an invitation and told them often enough, I'm not interested, man!I'm not stupid and go to college for graduation. "
Tala gave him an indefinable look and then replied slowly: "Maybe you didn't understand your" don't know, man "as a meaningful rejection and are still building on your intellectual wealth ... maybe a" No, thank you, me have no interest in studying "more effectively destroy their hopes for such an educated student."

While the others tried convulsively to suppress a grin and bit into everything within reach, Tyson looked at Tala questioningly and with a wrinkled nose - the confusion was clearly written on his face. His answer was accordingly nervous: "If they don't understand me, I'll tell them again. Maybe I'll just say 'No' ..."
"Nice." Behind Tala's mirror-smooth, ice-blue eyes, he laughed himself half sick, only the briefly twitching corners of his mouth testified to his superior way of enjoying himself. He turned to Max, who, in view of the extremely patient expression on Tala's face, drove the grin off his face and began uncertainly: "Yeah, honestly I have no idea how to do it ... what's the matter with her Where I was and why? My mother is fighting cancer and I will not let half the world crack their mouths about it! "
Suddenly subliminal anger mingled in his voice and Tala held up her hands soothingly.
"Relax, little one, it won't come to that. Kai, when is the official press conference?"
Without looking up and, in view of the destroyed silence, visibly annoyed, the team leader grumbled annoyed: "Next week, Wednesday."
> It couldn't be monosyllabic, right? <, thought Leylan, who was watching the whole thing with a very amused expression anyway. Tala spoke up again and turned back to the absent-minded Max: "There you have it.Today is Tuesday, in eight days we will appear before the press. Until then, please come up with something convincing ... Aha, that's interesting. "

Tala's gaze slid over two more letters, surprise and obvious amusement showed on his grave features as he, with his eyes fixed on the letters in his hands, announced: "You all know Giorgio Armani ... well, his secretary is writing , the fashion czar is blown away by Kai, which is why he asks for a personal interview with our team leader. He's offering you an advertising campaign for his perfume and clothing line and even a permanent job as a model People on this beautiful earth count, so if that's not a valid reason Kai, then I don't know either. "
With a clanking noise, Kai slipped the chopsticks and he looked at Tala in disbelief. While Kai was seriously considering a letter bomb to be sent, the team enjoyed themselves royally. It was Tyson who was no longer able to keep up laughing attacks that had been pushed back by the dam - he roared and hit the table with tears in his eyes. In view of this liberating laugh, Ray and Max could no longer contain themselves and joined in loudly in the laughter orchestra that Tyson had started, so that it only echoed. Out of respect for Kai and years of self-control Leylan didn’t escape a sound, her gaze fixed on her plate, she fixed her chicken with such intensity, as if she was expecting a sudden ´fluttering´. Even if she had to forbid her mind with all her might, Kai, suspiciously in women's clothes, introduced himself on the catwalk ...

Slowly the stubborn half-Russian found the language again and even the connection between the brain and the speech organ seemed to be intact again, although he did not bother to put his teammates in their place ... it would have made no sense anyway.He ignored the laughter, which sounded obscene in his eyes, and asked with an amiability that seemed to have been shaken out of his sleeve: "If this is a joke, Tala, I'll give you 3 minutes to bring as much land between us as possible. .. "
Tala forcibly suppressed the tender urge to smile again, knowing that Kai's often lacking humor and the fatal consequences should one fail to take him seriously. He quickly pushed the white paper with the amusing news to Kai and waited.
In view of this turning point, Tyson, Max and Ray fell silent - if only with the greatest of their strengths. There was silence and Kai scanned the letter with an expressionless mask.

...

What felt like ages passed and no one dared to make a peep when Kai got up without comment, the letter in his hands, and grabbed the phone in the next room. Under the surprised looks of his teammates, he let the door slam shut with a haughty grin.
"He's got a crack in his brain.", Tyson whispered to freeze immediately when Kai's voice from over there was clear: "I heard that!"
"Oh shit, I won't live that long to run all the laps that he'll put on me tomorrow.", The cheeky young man moaned and Max patted his head with a laugh. Tala cast an appraising look around and then cleared her throat audibly. Only when four pairs of eyes were fixed on the red-haired Russian did he continue in a noxious voice: "Oh wonder, oh wonder, Leylan's return has not remained hidden from the highly esteemed press and the universities have also got wind of it. In short, Leylan: Here is your first university subpoena, any one on the western outskirts with a great campus, large library blah blah and so on and so on. There is also a number here that you can use to make an appointment.But please do me a favor and make them understand as clearly as possible if they are not interested ... this waste of paper due to Tyson's lack of expressive vocabulary affects me quite a bit. "
With another ironic look, he let his eyes rest briefly on the raging Tyson and then turned to Leylan. She could hardly resist a restrained grin - Tala was simply incorrigible when it came to the use of an educated vocabulary; every word seemed carefully considered and often achieved exactly the reaction the young man intended. However, his ´news´ made her think and she took the simple letter that Tala held out to her absent-mindedly.
"What do you think?", Tala's voice penetrated her and she raised her head, fixing the red-haired Russian. Since their argument about a week and a half ago, their relationship had gradually been on the mend. Although harsh words had fallen between them, they both now overlooked them and a silent agreement of mutual forgiveness allowed them to find their way back to old friendship. Sighing, Leylan let her gaze slide back to the piece of paper in her hands and then shrugged helplessly.

"To be honest: I don't have the faintest idea how to react to such an offer."
“What do they offer?” Tala's tone sounded as if he had asked this question several times and mostly received the same answer.
"You sound like a professional, hahaha. In any case, they offer me preliminary funding over a period of six months to, as they say," acclimatize "me. Furthermore, I can use the library all year round without any lending restrictions and get an apartment on the Half of the campus is set. Ummm, what else ... ah yes, I can take part in any excursion, even if it is outside of my field of study, as long as it does not cause me to fall back in the subject matter. ""In a nutshell: what are you asking for?"
"No, Tyson, I won't get the pea out of your nose! It's your own fault!", Ray's angry voice interrupted the conversation and when Leylan wanted to start again, Tyson yelled: "Oh dreary world, where has the true friendship gone? Hey Max, we're buddies, aren't we? "
Max's answer was drowned out in loud bickering, which Leylan practically faded out.
"Wait ... um, I just have to agree that my name appears in the chronicles of the university and can also be used for advertising purposes. In addition, but this is not absolutely necessary, I should take on one or the other patronage for a club What is expected, however, is that I will acknowledge ´my´ university in public. I feel like a free figurehead. "
She looked doubtfully at Tala and waited for his, obviously professional, judgment. He promptly said: "If you really want to study, this is the right university."
Surprised, Leylan asked: "Um, Tala? A word or two of explanation wouldn't be bad."
"I'll explain it to you later, because in contrast to the kindergarten here,