I also want to change guardians today.

Seiichi Yukimura's birthday is approaching, and Masaharu Nioh has wandered around a lot recently.

Fukuro Megumi, who was being dragged together to see what gifts to buy, looked at Nioh Masaharu coquettishly holding an umbrella while shopping in front of him with a dark face, feeling quite unlucky.

"If you want to buy things, isn't there more in Tokyo? You have to go to Kanagawa to buy things. What's wrong with you?"

Masaharu Nioh turned his head and looked at Megumi Fukui who was following him with slow steps, and said with a mysterious expression: "You don't understand, this is not a gift."

Fu Heihui cursed secretly in his heart.

If it's not a gift, don't look around all the shops!

Nioh Masaharu walked forward with a leisurely pace: "Trust me, there is definitely something fun to watch here."

Fu Heihui made a face.

"I don't have the slightest interest in having fun. Does Seiichi Yukimura know that you bought him presents for fun?"

Nioh Masaharu gave him a reproachful look, as if Fu Heihui said something unreasonable.

"The two are different." Nioh Masaharu waved his finger at Fukuroe, "Fun is fun, and gifts are gifts. If you can find a few good tennis players, you don't need to be selected for the position when school starts this year." And then temporarily find someone from the non-canonical election to stand up for it."

Fu Heihui looked at Masaharu Nioh with disbelief: "Is there any necessary connection between these people?"

Nioh Masaharu said quite confidently: "Based on my experience, generally when people are having fun watching, good tennis players will come."

Fu Heihui only felt that Nioh Masaharu's words were completely farting.

Before he thought Nioh Masaharu was in the way and turned around to go home, Nioh Masaharu seemed to see something interesting and pulled him by the shoulder.

"Hurry up, it seems that something happened over there, let's go over and have a look."

Fu Heihui kept trying to break free from Nioh Masaharu's grasp, he didn't want to follow him at all.

Fu Heihui still can't believe why she followed Nioh Masaharu's ridiculous-sounding reason to go out with him to pick out gifts.

Probably the reason why my sister kept nagging beside me.

Nioh Masaharu pulled Fuheihui to a street tennis court.

Probably something like this kind of bullying often happens in places like this.

At the very least, Fukuroe was not at all surprised by the expression on Masaharu Nioh's face when he saw a few gangsters who looked like high school students holding tennis rackets and intending to occupy this street tennis court.

As a gangster who beats the gangsters around the school and becomes the new gangster boss who leads the gangsters to study hard, Fu Heihui frowned when he saw a high school student trying to push a black-skinned elementary school student. go.

Then he was pulled by Nioh Masaharu.

Fu Heihui looked at Masaharu Nioh with disbelief, and yelled at the other party in a low voice: "Masaharu Nioh, why are you pulling me? Didn't you see what those people were trying to do?"

Nioh Masaharu glanced at him, as if wondering if Fu Heihui had something wrong with his eyes.

"Pfft, of course I saw it. What are you doing in such a hurry? Didn't you see someone guarding that guy?"

Nioh Masaharu's words made Fu Heihui take a closer look at the state of the field, and as expected, another red-haired elementary school student immediately stood behind her.

The development of the matter made Fu Heihui very confused. At least when he saw those punks didn't hit anyone at all but chose to use tennis skills to decide the outcome, the expression on his face looked even more unbelievable.

"Is this group of punks out of their minds? They actually choose to play tennis directly to decide the allocation of tennis courts?"

Nioh Masaharu hummed.

"Street tennis, of course the game is decided by the tennis ball. Is there any problem here?"

Of course there are problems here.Aren't those punks talking with their fists?

Fu Heihui remembered the fights he usually had, and for the first time began to wonder if there was a problem with the punks he usually met who used to talk by fists or the punks who talked by tennis skills.

Unexpectedly, Nioh Masaharu let out a muffled laugh.

"You want to fight so much?" Nioh Masaharu thought about it carefully, "If you want to fight, you can wait until after this match is over."

Fu Heihui gave him a strange look, and retracted his foot that was about to leave.

"Why do you say that? Didn't they plan to fight?"

Nioh Masaharu just smiled, tapped Fukuihui's nose with his fingertips, and said in a very indifferent manner: "Xiao Huihui, you will rush up later and give my brother a chance to be a hero to save the beauty. Understand?"

Fu Heihui looked at him with an indescribable expression, and also realized that the gangsters might do something after the game.

But there were still some things he couldn't understand.

"Why don't you do it yourself?" This guy seems to be much better at fighting than him, right?

Unexpectedly, Nioh Masaharu said very confidently: "Although my brother, I also want to be a hero to save the beauty, but my brother is an athlete and cannot fight. He will be suspended."

Fu Heihui nodded speechlessly.

Well, he knew why Nioh Masaharu was dragging himself to buy a gift, thinking that he wanted him to act as a thug.

Nioh Masaharu seemed to have thought of something, and specially instructed Fu Heihui.

"If someone from the Tennis Association finds you, you must say that you are a hero who saves the beauty and has nothing to do with my brother, understand?"

Fu Heihui nodded speechlessly.

While the street tennis court was still playing, Fukuroke couldn't help but ask Nioh Masaharu one more question.

"So you knew what was going to happen here, so you pulled me here on purpose?"

Unexpectedly, Nioh Masaharu looked at him with surprised eyes: "What are you talking about, Xiao Huihui, I don't have any magic spells to predict the future. Of course I brought you here to help me choose gifts. Have you forgotten? ?”

Fu Heihui was speechless for a moment: "Do you still remember what you said just now to have fun?"

"That." Nioh Masaharu looked at Fu Heihui with a natural expression, his eyes were full of innocence, "I just purposely found some accident-prone places to see if I could pick up some teammates."

Under Fu Heihui's speechless gaze, Nioh Masaharu added another sentence.

"Xiao Huihui, as a human being, you can't be so rigid. You have to know that if you want to live a happy life, you always have to work hard to find fun and make things happen. If you don't find fun, will fun come to you? "

"As long as you read more novels, you will know that in a place like this, there is a high probability of a hero saving the beauty, and there is an extremely high probability of bumping into a teammate with a particularly high tennis talent."

"Speaking of which, Xiao Huihui, you are still very useful. You must know that I ran alone to Osaka a while ago and didn't encounter such an opportunity. How about you go out with me next time?"

Fu Heihui's face was dark: "If you continue to talk nonsense, I will leave."

Nioh Masaharu raised his hands towards him with a smile, making a gesture of surrender.

"Come on, little Huihui, brother still needs you, how can you leave him behind? Do you have the heart to see such a weak brother being bullied?"

"Shut up! Who is your younger brother! And don't call me Xiao Huihui."

"Okay, Xiao Huihui."

"Pfft, don't go, they're almost done."

Seeing that Fu Heihui was about to run away in anger, Nioh Masaharu restrained the expression on his face a little, and pulled Fu Heihui back.

Nioh Masaharu had quite good luck this time. Although the two elementary school students who looked to be the same age as him were still struggling in the fight, they still won the opposite two high school students with a good score of 6-4.

From the slightly unfamiliar cooperation between the two, Nioh Masaharu could see that these two elementary school students had not practiced doubles for a long time, but they had already been able to practice several doubles formations in a decent manner.

It's really lucky to go out with Fu Heihui, isn't this the most lacking doubles player in their team?Especially if the person on the other side looks about the same size as him, that would be even better.

Just as my colleague Wang Masaharu expected, when he realized that he could not rely on his tennis skills to win the right to use this street tennis court, the faces of a few gangsters were extremely black, and before the two primary school students showed their happy expressions, two The gangster skillfully took out a baseball bat from the tennis bag, with a slightly distorted smile on his face, a normal person could see what they wanted to do.Realizing that the ones he met this time were not those who would voluntarily retreat after finishing a tennis game, Marui Bunta looked a bit uneasy, but he still stood firmly in front of Jackal Kuwahara.

Jackal Kuwahara was also aware of what they were about to face, and he pulled Marui Bunta's sleeve with a slightly flustered expression.

"Wentai, we can't beat them, so run away."

He also knew he had to run away.Fumta Marui thought to himself, but there seemed to be two guys of the same age as them outside the street tennis court.

Marui Bunta looked at five or six punks approaching him with baseball bats, and realized that even with the addition of two guys off the court, it would not be any better in the end.

I hope those two guys can run away at the right time, he really can't protect so many people.

Marui Bunta said in a very fast tone: "Kuwahara, let's move faster and run in that direction. There are many small alleys over there. As long as we move quickly, we can run past this group of people."

However, before Marui Bunta ran away with the jackal Kuwahara, he heard the jackal Kuwahara speak in surprise.

"But Wentai, someone came in."

Marui Fumta rolled his eyes: "Are you talking stupid things? Which idiot sees something going on here and doesn't run away. Is it possible that he will come in and save the beauty? But we are not beautiful either!"

At first, the little bastards saw the two brats chatting about how to get rid of them in front of them, and looked at them with great interest. Some even pressed their legs and planned to have a chase with them.

You can't beat elementary school students in tennis, so you can't even beat others in running, right?

Unexpectedly, when the black-skinned kid said that someone was coming in, it really sounded like a childish voice from behind them.

"Hey! You idiots." The little boy with a black spiky head looked at them impatiently, "Do you want to fight?"

After a group of high school punks holding baseball bats froze, they showed amused expressions without hesitation.

"What, does an unarmed brat actually want to fight with your brothers? Or you should find a helper? For example, what about the two brats behind us and the white-haired brat behind you?"

After he finished speaking, the white-haired kid said very smoothly: "No, I won't participate in your competition, I just came to pick up those two guys behind you."

Nioh Masaharu's words made a group of punks laugh out loud.

"What, who do you think you are? Do you pick it up when you say it?"

The little gangster's face immediately became arrogant.

"Of course, if you are willing to have one hand broken by my brother, maybe you can actually pick up the little devil behind us."

Nioh Masaharu's expression looked extremely regretful.

"Really? It seems that we can't reach an agreement."

Fumita Marui looked at the two guys who came in to save people because they didn't know anything, and felt that the heads of these two guys were really broken.

Look what they did?One is trying to provoke the gangster, planning to fight directly, and the other is trying to reason with the gangster?

If it weren't for these two guys who seemed to be here for him, he might have run away with the jackal Kuwahara.

"Hey, are you two idiots? What are you doing in it?"

Unexpectedly, the white hair just glanced at him casually, and then turned to look at the black-haired prickly head.

"Xiao Huihui, you can do it now."

"I told you not to call me Xiao Huihui." Fu Heihui looked unhappy, he rushed forward skillfully, and took off the baseball bat from the brat who was closest to him with one hand. Before the others could react, they slammed the other gangster hard with a stick.

Compared with Nioh Masaharu, who was worried about being banned by the Tennis Association for fighting, Fukuihui, who liked to punish the punks in the streets near the school when he was in school, did not have this concern.

From being unarmed at the beginning to beating and crying a little bastard with a stick, he only needs 3 minutes.

And a certain unscrupulous onlooker, the white-haired brother who said at the beginning that he had nothing to do with him, stood aside and watched him beat someone with great interest while applauding happily.

Sooner or later he will be killed.

Marui Bunta looked at those little punks who were taught a lesson and cried and almost swore to the sky that they would never be punks again, feeling the ups and downs and a little complicated mood.

Something always feels wrong.

The second he thought this way, he saw the white hair who had been watching from the side stepping forward, and said to him very naturally: "For the sake of saving you, how about doing me a favor? "

What?What bullshit were you just talking about?Have the ability to say it again?Who saved who?When you said this, did you take a second look at the young man next to you who worked so hard to teach the little gangster a lesson?Is it okay to say that?

"Say it again? Of course you can." Nioh Masaharu glanced at Marui Bunta, who was full of disbelief, in surprise, cleared his throat, and repeated it very neatly.

Damn, this guy has a thick skin.

The expression on Marui Bunta's face was very stiff, but he also realized that he couldn't hold back the complaints in his heart just now.

He wiped his face and looked at Nioh Masaharu with a complicated expression.

"That guy who fought hard is your younger brother? Don't you think it's wrong to let your younger brother rush forward? What if he gets hurt?" Marui Fumta, who has two younger brothers at home, couldn't understand such behavior.

Who would push his brother forward to fight?Although saving people is a very commendable thing, but those people are all armed with weapons.

Unexpectedly, Nioh Masaharu took a strange look at Fukuroe, who was beating up without injury, and then took another look at Marui Fumta.

"I think those bastards are the most needy now."

Bunta Marui doesn't understand this, but he has already seen that the way the other party raises his younger brother is completely different from his own.

"Although your brother is very powerful, you should not push your brother up in such a situation in the future, right?"

Marui Bunta originally wanted Nioh Masaharu to care more about Fukuroe, but unexpectedly the other party showed a distressed expression.

"Not so good? I will be suspended for fighting, but he won't."

"...Can't you hide away?"

"Could it be that some rookies ask you to play tennis, and you still want to hide and not fight?"

of course not.

After Fu Heihui beat them up, he confiscated all the punks' weapons and let them leave here.

After the beating, Fu Heihui's complexion looked a little better. He watched the two guys who were arguing come over.

"What's the noise? Didn't you say you came here to pick up your teammates?"

"Pick up teammates?" The expression on Marui Bunta's face gradually became weird, and he looked at Nioh Masaharu with suspicious eyes, "Isn't it you who arranged those little gangsters?"

It's no wonder that Marui Bunta has such a brain hole.

The mother in the family loves these dog-blooded idol dramas, and Marui Bunta, who is caught and watched with him from time to time, is also fed up with more and more brains.

After saying this sentence, Fumta Marui felt more and more that his thoughts were correct.

All of this was calculated, if not, how could this white hair let his younger brother rush up to fight those five punks without worrying about the other party getting hurt?

Thinking of this, Fumta Marui completely forgot how loudly those gangsters howled and screamed when he was chatting with Masaharu Nioh just now, and the wounds on his body were not fake at all.

Only the jackal Kuwahara, who was staring at Megumi Fukuro beating up the little bastard, tugged on Bunta Marui's sleeve.

"I see that group of punks look miserable, shouldn't it be a fake?"

However, Marui Bunta, who trusts in the scene made up by his own brain, uses his own logic to convince the jackal Kuwahara.

"Maybe it was played by the other party?"

Nioh Masaharu and Fuhei Hui looked at the two with great interest, and had no intention of defending their actions at all.

While watching, Fu Heihui couldn't help but take another look at Masaharu Nioh.The reason why he didn't intend to explain to Nioh Masaharu was that this matter had nothing to do with him, but Fu Heihui couldn't understand the way the other party didn't intend to defend himself at all.

What is this guy trying to do?

Jackal Kuwahara said gruffly, "But there's nothing between us worth his calculations."

Marui Fumta's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe what the jackal Kuwahara said.

"What are you talking about? It's not worth his calculations? This genius has such excellent tennis skills, who wouldn't want to have a golden thigh like mine?"

"What Mrs. Wen said seems to make a little sense."

Seeing Jackal Kuwahara's silly expression, Marui Bunta also nodded Jackal Kuwahara's forehead with his finger a little resentfully.

"I think Kuwahara is getting more and more stupid. Since you are interested in my talent, then you must want to play doubles with Ben Genius. Do you want to watch me play doubles with other people? "

The scene given by Fumta Marui really made the jackal Kuwahara feel uncomfortable. He opened his mouth and couldn't hold back a few tears.

"Woo, Mrs. Wen, do you want to play doubles with him?"

Marui Bunta also hurriedly took out a tissue from his body and wiped the tears of the jackal Kuwahara.

"Don't cry, this genius is just guessing, and he didn't say that he will play doubles with him, and he didn't intend to abandon you, so don't cry."

Masaharu Nioh coughed when he realized that what the two of them were talking about would be even more outrageous.

"Don't make it sound like I'm going to play doubles." Nioh Masaharu, who has been playing singles, three singles, and two back and forth all year round, realized that he was despised by others, and couldn't help but rectify his name a little.

After all, he is also the deputy minister of Nanxiangnan, right?Not to mention that he has no idea of ​​playing doubles at all at the moment, what's with the expressions of these two who will definitely find that red hair to play doubles together?

When the two stopped their quarrel and looked at him, Nioh Masaharu introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Nioh Masaharu, the deputy head of Minami Shonan Tennis Club."

Jackal Kuwahara, who had just transferred from abroad, couldn't realize what the name represented, but Marui Bunta's face beside him gradually began to look weird.

"So the deputy minister of Nanxiangnan also lacks someone to form doubles together?"

Is Nan Shonan so short of people?

Nioh Masaharu was also a little speechless.

"I told you I won't play doubles anymore."

Jackal Kuwahara realized that Nioh Masaharu didn't snatch Marui Bunta from him, so he quickly pulled Marui Bunta's sleeve and smiled at Nioh Masaharu.

"Hi, I'm Jackal Kuwahara from Kanagawa No. [-] Elementary School, and this is my doubles partner Marui Bunta."

Fu Heihui, who was watched by the two together, pursed his lips, and finally opened his mouth helplessly.

"I'm Fu Heihui."

Marui Bunta made a strange expression.

"Your surnames are different?"

Nioh Masaharu hummed: "Brothers with different fathers and mothers."

Fu Heihui turned his head in disgust: "Don't forget the reason why you are looking for me today."

Masaharu Nioh's expression was very calm: "What's the hurry, there are still a few days before Seichi's birthday."

Fu Heihui snorted: "I think you are running around all over Japan under the banner of buying gifts."

Nioh Masaharu showed a surprised expression.

"Didn't anyone tell you, don't tell me if you see through? Or, Xiao Huihui, you think those little bastards are not enough to fight, do you want me to have a fight with you when I go home?"

Fu Heihui snorted: "Have you learned how to threaten people if you can't say it now?"

"How could it be? This is entirely due to Wu's good teaching. Why do you have to talk about things that can be solved with fists? I'm not worried about breaking your leg."

Marui Fumta took a deep breath, fearing that the two would start fighting while talking, so he hurriedly stood between them.

"Aren't you going to buy gifts? I'll help you choose."

"That would be very nice, and save me the trouble of talking."

"..."

The author has something to say: Bunta Marui: What you do makes me feel more and more that those punks are extras sent by you.

Nioh Masaharu: In fact, Megumi is the only one who can be called a group performer.

Fu Heihui: Heh

So this chapter is also called, the correct way to kidnap and traffic children x

Normal people don't want to learn.

感谢在2021-08-2123:57:51~2021-08-2223:55:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Coke; 5 bottles of Brother Devil;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!