Sweet daily life of Little Tanuki and Qin Che in Love and Deep Space

Qin Che seemed to have recalled that beautiful memory as well. He smiled slightly, took your hand, and said, "Let's go, before it gets dark, let's take a walk on the grassland..."

"it is good!"

Hands clasped together are not only warm, but also possess boundless strength.

As soon as you and Qin Che stepped out of the yurt, a ball flew towards you.

Qin Che moved swiftly, catching the ball as it hurtled towards him.

The guide who just greeted you is heading this way from a distance.

When he stopped in front of you, he put his hands on his thighs, panting heavily, and apologized to you, "Sorry, that kid over there was naughty and kicked the ball over here. I hope no one got hurt."

"No." Qin Che replied briefly, then prepared to return the ball to the guide.

The guide was very perceptive; he immediately noticed your obvious interest in the ball. He waved his hand and said, "You don't need to return the ball. If you're interested, there's a grassy area over there where you can play. Would you like to go and try it out?"

You turned to Qin Che: "Shall we go have some fun too?"

"Okay." Qin Che tossed the ball in his hand, showing some interest in playing ball with you.

The vast grasslands resemble a natural sports field.

The soft grass swayed gently in the wind, while the people playing football roared anxiously.

"Qin Che! Are you doing this on purpose?! Why do you always kick the ball so high up?"

You questioned me with a hint of anger.

Qin Che shrugged innocently, "I didn't do it on purpose, it was just my normal performance. If you can't even block a ball like that, it just means your skills need improvement..."

Hearing his words, your competitive spirit flared up, and you retorted with your hands on your hips, "Hmph, fine! Then today I'll show you my real skills and see who's really inferior!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than that mischievous ball shot towards him like a cannonball once again.

Your eyes sharpened, and seizing the opportunity, you leaped high into the air like an agile cheetah, forcefully striking the ball back with your palm.

Seeing this, Qin Che said with a mixture of helplessness and indulgence, "Heh... so you're giving up football and going into volleyball?"

You glanced at him smugly: "You only said it was about skill, but you didn't say it had to be a soccer ball, right? It doesn't matter what kind of ball it is, as long as I can beat you!"

Qin Che curled one corner of his mouth, his gaze remaining fixed on your bright, smiling face: "Alright, you win! But whatever ball it is next, you'd better catch it!"

As he spoke, he readjusted his posture, preparing to launch a new offensive...

"Come on! I'm not afraid!!!"

Qin Che's large hand caught the entire ball in his palm. He leaned back slightly and tossed the ball high into the air.

That "weak and helpless" little ball, like a white dove spreading its wings, soared straight into the sky.

And you, standing on the opposite side, have a flock of Mephistopheles flying overhead...

They were all opening their mouths and emitting a series of "caw caw caw" laughs.

Oh no! Qin Che really takes your words as gospel! How are we supposed to play this game?!

But giving up so easily now isn't your style.