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Chapter 2

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A gray figure separated the fog and ran over. It seems that he discovered my position and began to slow down.

From the moment I saw his running posture, I was certain that it was the Little Tyrant.

When he walked past the two small trees I had previously passed, I nervously estimated his height based on the distance between the branches.

That was great! He didn't grow taller! To be precise, he didn't grow at all in the three years since we separated! These three years were the three years where I developed rapidly. Now, I'm actually taller than him!

Hahahaha Little Tyrant, I didn't expect your retribution to come so quickly!

But height doesn't decide everything, I still maintained 120% vigilance.

The Little Tyrant stopped five steps away from me. He exhaled white air from his mouth and his face was flushed red. It seems like he didn't take a car, but jogged all the way here.

It seems like he's doing the same pre-duel activities as me! Ye Lin, you can't be careless! The opponent is a dangerous person comparable to Frieza! Although he isn't as tall as me right now, Frieza's final form is also petite and cute!

In any case, let's observe the enemy up close first.

The Little Tyrant's combat uniform today was a thick grey and white sweater and dark blue jeans. It doesn't seem suitable for fighting, it's a bit strange.

Especially since he was afraid of the cold, he hid both his hands in the sleeves of the sweater and only revealed a bit of his fingertips.

Although his hair is considered short overall, he had long bangs on his forehead. This hairstyle is very disadvantageous in a fight!

It's possible that the enemy will grab your hair and use his knee to fiercely K your face!

Also … is it my imagination? Why does his waist-to-hip ratio have a subtle sense of disharmony? Also, his skinny jeans accentuates his smooth and beautiful leg lines …

Could it be that this type of physique is the result of training his lower limbs? Will killing moves like the Deadly Scissor Kick appear in the upcoming duel?

As matters stand, it's useless to let my imagination run wild.

I took off my watch and threw it under the roots of the old banyan tree without even looking at it. I faced the Little Tyrant and made a stance that was somewhere between Muay Thai and China boxing.

"Let's begin, Ren WoXing!"

The Little Tyrant burst out laughing. He was currently shorter than me. If he didn't raise his head, it would be hard for me to see his eyes and expression because of his bangs.

"So you still remember your toy robot …"

While the little tyrant rubbed his frozen hands, he raised them to his mouth to warm himself up. Not only did he not enter his battle state, he even seemed a little happy.

His voice and intonation were very strange. Although it was almost the same as what she remembered, it still felt very strange …

That's right! It would be strange if there were no changes!

Boys' voices change at our age! Due to the thickening of the vocal cords and the protrusion of the thyroid cartilage, my voice had become a lot rougher. Why hadn't his voice changed at all?

It occurred to me that he might not have the same Adam's apple on his neck under the round collar of his sweater.

But maybe it was because he was stunted. The fact that he hadn't grown taller in the past three years was proof. I told myself not to think of strange places.

"Why don't you do it? Or is it because I've grown taller that you don't have the guts to make a move? "

The Little Tyrant raised his head in panic, glanced at me for a moment, then immediately shrunk back. His eyes were a little watery in the cold mist.

"Why are you acting so bashful? What's wrong with you? To fight or not to fight? If you don't dare to fight, then return the robots to me! "

I roared impatiently. I didn't even understand why I was suddenly so annoyed.

The Little Tyrant seemed to be scared by my tone. He shrunk his body and stood there without saying a word for more than ten seconds. Finally, he bit his lips as if he had made up his mind and bowed deeply towards me, almost at a 90 ° angle with the ground. He placed his hands on his knees and looked like he was sincerely apologizing.

"I'm sorry for always bullying you. I've made you suffer all these years!"

"What? Is this the apology of the majestic Little Tyrant? Didn't I clearly write in the letter that the loser has to kowtow and apologize? Do you think you can reduce your punishment by admitting defeat? "

"I'm really sorry, but kowtowing and apologizing is too shameful … Also, if I dirty my new jeans, my mom will scold me …"

What's going on? I couldn't keep up with his train of thought. It's only been three years since we last met, the heartless and evil Little Tyrant classmate doesn't even dare to dirty his jeans?

"What are you talking about? Don't tell me you don't fight with me because you're afraid of dirtying your clothes? When we were in fifth grade, didn't you and I fight bare-chested in the mud? Where's the heroism from back then? "

It must be an illusion. When I said this, the Little Tyrant's face was even redder than before.

"I'm sorry, that kind of thing will never happen again …"

"Why? Just because I'm taller than you, you won't fight with me anymore? "

I was very angry. This kind of behavior was the same as running away after winning a game of chess, or stabbing you in the back and then saying with a smile, "Let's live in peace!"

"It has nothing to do with height …" The Little Tyrant hesitated.

"Then what does it have to do with anything?"

"Actually … there's something I've been hiding from you …"

"What is it? Just like when you hid it from me and stuck a 'Welcome Enema' note on my back, causing my chrysanthemum to be pierced by the little kids? "

"Please don't say it, I'm also very ashamed of that matter …"

"What's the reason? You won't fight with me anymore? Aren't we old enemies! "

I was so angry that my eyes were about to split open.

"Actually, I'm a girl …"

"So what? In this era, men and women are equal … Wait wait wait — — What did you say!!!??? "

"I said, because I'm a girl, fighting with you in the mud with my upper body bare won't happen again."

It seemed like he spent a lot of effort to say this. His face was already so red that steam was coming out, like a cooked crab.

Although he still had boyish short hair like before, his delicate facial features, big watery eyes, small lips, and the curve of his face … All of them proved that he was telling the truth.

As long as you don't look at him with a gaze of deep hatred like me, anyone would come to the conclusion that he is a girl.

Do I have to call him "she" from now on?

I suddenly felt like falling into DongShan Lake and freezing into an ice cube was not a bad idea.

Compared to the shocking revelation of the truth, I would choose ice cubes.

"No! You're definitely lying to me! It's not rare to see a boy who looks like a girl! You trap! Don't try to trick my feelings! I won't fall for it! "

She blinked her eyes, causing her long eyelashes to flutter. She looked at the hysterical me without saying a word.

"Yes, you must be a trap! We were both 11 years old in the fifth grade. When we were fighting in the mud, I tore off your shirt in order to get my bag back … If you were a girl, I would have noticed a long time ago! Although your skin is very white, your chest is as flat as a mirror! Even if it's flat to the point where there's no friction, it's not an exaggeration to say that a small slider can always move in a straight line! "

"Please don't mention this shameful thing again. At that time, I was still underdeveloped … I spent all my time growing taller …"

She hesitated in answering the question.

"Also, starting from three years ago, I stopped growing taller …"

"I can see that, what are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying … it grew a little bit …"

"What grew a little bit? Say it clearly! "

"My chest … my chest grew a little bit …"

Her two index fingers were pressed together, and she looked as if she was going to die from embarrassment.

"So … it's not flat anymore …"

Huh?! What does it have to do with me whether you're flat or not? Instead of saying useless things, why don't you give brother Optimus Prime back!

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