Quick time travel: net king male god Raiders

Chapter 15 Sister?What the hell?

This man is in pain, let go of me.

Such a hard serve!
I hurriedly turned my head away.

Echizen Ryoma shook his head leisurely, holding the racket in his left hand and rubbing his shoulder with a bohemian attitude, raising his arrogant chin, "Hey, let me tell you, it's too bad to bully a girl."

"Stinky boy, don't meddle in your own business!"

The man spat at his feet, his cheeks were too angular, and he looked more and more cold and hard.

"Are you okay?" Echizen Ryoma walked up to me and asked me.

I shook my head.

Echizen Ryoma suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind me.

I stared at the back of his head, not understanding what he was going to do, and just listened to his words, "How about ten balls, if you lose, you have to apologize to her, and if I lose, I apologize to you."

"Che... boy, how about playing with balls and stones?!"

Playing with rocks?This silver-haired guy might really be out of his mind!

I pulled Echizen Ryoma, "Forget it, we don't have the same knowledge as him, let's go!"

"Scared?"

As the man said, he suddenly took a few steps back, picked up a small stone from the side of the road, and hit it towards him with a racket.

Echizen Ryoma picked up the racket and caught it.

The man picked up several more stones, and I counted 1, 2, 3...a total of five.

Echizen Ryoma, that idiot, actually wants to catch it with a racket. This is a rock and not a tennis ball!

I hurriedly pulled him to the side, but it was inevitable that one of the stones scratched his cheek, drawing a long bloodstain.

Tsk tsk, won't it disfigure you? !
"Haha, you woman is smarter than this brat."

The man said, curling his lips coldly, narrowing his copper bell-like eyes slightly, and looking at Echizen Ryoma beside me, "Little brat, don't stare, if you don't agree, you can come to me, I am the third grader of Yamabuki Middle School—" ——Ya, Jiu, Jin.”

After saying that, he held his pockets with both hands and left.

"Are you okay?" I looked at Echizen Ryoma's face, and the red streak on his fair skin was particularly eye-catching.

He shook his head, tightened his cheeks, and said displeasedly, "Why did you pull me just now?"

"Damn, are you still blaming me? Come on young man, that's a rock, not a tennis ball. If I hadn't pulled you just now, you would be bloody and your brains would have burst by now."

"Still a long way to go."

With a tennis bag on his back, he turned around and wanted to leave with one hand.

"Hey wait—" I hurriedly grabbed him, "My house is nearby, your face needs to be dealt with!"

"No need."

His amber eyes were sparkling, his thin lips were pink, and his high nose bridge and jaw line formed a graceful arc.

I suddenly realized that he is actually very handsome.

He is only 13 years old now, and when he grows up in the future, he will definitely be a handsome boy.

I couldn't help pinching the other half of his uninjured face, the touch was very good, the skin was smooth, and I smiled at him, "My sister has grape-flavored Fanta at home, come here!"

He brushed my hand away dissatisfied, "Sister? What the hell?"

But finally came home with me.

There was no one at home, so I went to the room to get the medicine kit and asked Echizen Ryoma to sit on the sofa in the living room.

He crossed his hands, lazily folded his hands on the back of his head, and looked around my house, "Isn't there Fanta, where is it?"

"Ah...I lied to you, without Fanta, can peach juice work?"

"..." He glared at me with some resentment.

I suppressed a smile, and sat down beside him with the medicine box, "Okay, don't stare, at worst, I'll buy you a drink later."

I took out a cotton swab, dipped it in violet liquid and applied it on his face.

(End of this chapter)