My sudden violent actions surprised the cashier lady. She looked at the broken basketball and replied with a trembling voice:
"The store, the store manager said you have to pay ¥50 for each broken basketball …"
You can buy two basketballs of this quality at the supermarket for ¥50, but I didn't argue with her. I generously took out ¥50 from my wallet and handed it to the cashier lady.
"I'm sorry, if you damage any other equipment, we will also compensate according to the price."
The cashier lady awkwardly accepted my money and collected Mr. Basketball's corpse. Before returning to the counter, she kept looking at the keys between my fingers as if I would attack her at any time.
"Hmph, it really got off lightly!"
Ai Mi's words surprised the cashier lady, but I knew she was referring to the basketball I just broke.
"You clearly had to use 500 million degrees to slowly execute it, but you executed it on the spot?"
Yeah, I would rather die than be humiliated. Even if the basketball couldn't escape death, I would still give it a quick death. Also, I already used 500 million degrees of heat, how could I "slowly" execute it! It would definitely turn into a wisp of smoke in the blink of an eye!
"But it's good this way, so it won't escape during the escort, or commit another crime …"
What? Are you afraid of getting hit again even if it's only one ball? Just how bad is your motor nerve!? No wonder gramps got angry if you acted in a Kung Fu movie with this kind of physique!
After executing the criminal that dared to offend her, Ai Mi saw the Whack-a-Mole machine not far away.
"Play this with me! I'm going to beat them to vent my anger! "
The Whack-a-Mole machine was the same as the mahjong machine. There were dozens of buttons that corresponded to the holes on the screen.
I made an agreement with Ai Mi: I would be in charge of the buttons on the left, and she would be in charge of the buttons on the right.
At the beginning of the game, Ai Mi pressed the buttons on her side like crazy. She didn't care if there were any gophers coming out, she only relied on speed to win. I played steadily and didn't shoot until I saw the devils. I contributed most of the points and successfully passed the first level.
Although she didn't say anything, Ai Mi secretly noticed my technique. After some reflection, her "speed is unbreakable" theory was shaken.
From the second level onwards, Ai Mi changed her technique and became more patient like me. She would only press the button when she sees the gophers.
But every time she struck it twice, as if she were afraid she would miss. Every time the gopher scowled under her hammer and saw stars, she was so excited that she snorted hot air through her nose, as if she were a Spanish matador.
I also passed the second and third level without any mishaps, but when it came to the fourth level, Ai Mi made too many unnecessary movements and I was only responsible for the left button, so I still lost no matter how hard I tried.
Watching the gophers on the screen laugh at us, Ai Mi pouted.
"A mere mole dares to mock me? I want Peng TouSi to move this machine back and let the bodyguards beat it every day! "
Ai Mi called Peng TouSi and Peng TouSi quickly contacted the owner of the game center. When the cashier lady heard that we were going to buy the Whack-a-Mole machine, she was shocked.
Although the fate of the gophers was already decided, Ai Mi still wanted to try her skills before handing them over to the bodyguards. She wanted to at least break our previous record.
"Hey, manservant, get out of the way! I want to play a round alone! We definitely lost because you were a hindrance! "
How unreasonable! I was the one who scored most of the points! How was I a hindrance? You were the one who crossed the line to press the left button and ended up pressing the back of my hand. You were the one who was a hindrance!
No matter what the truth was, this time Ai Mi monopolized the game machine. Because she was short, she actually placed her limited edition Hermes bag under her feet in order to get a better view. She didn't care if the bag would get dirty or the things inside would get trampled.
Hey hey, if you do that, everyone will think that your bag is a knockoff! Haven't you heard that one of the ways to distinguish between a genuine and a fake is to see if a person is protecting their bag or holding it over their head to block the rain? But I think Ai Mi doesn't care about what other people think.
I knew that Ai Mi would definitely have a bad start if she played Whack-a-Mole, so I threw a lot of coins into the slot as a precaution. Ai Mi stood in the same place and refused to move (or maybe it was because she was stepping on her Hermes bag). As a result, I reached out to put in the coins and it was at the same level as Ai Mi's skirt, which did not even reach her knees.
I inadvertently saw my sister's slender legs under her skirt and felt a sense of guilt from the bottom of my heart. I quickly looked away.
"Hurry up!" Ai Mi slapped the machine and urged me, "I only need one coin to clear the game, who asked you to put in so much? — — Are you taking the opportunity to peep under my skirt? Lowly manservant! Don't think you can do such a disgraceful thing after showing a bit of loyalty! "
Who's peeping! This summer … no, in the endless summer, the only person I can't peep on is you! It's because your dress is too short! I'm more worried that it will attract others to peep!
In order to avoid being seen as a lecher by Ai Mi, and to avoid Ai Mi losing miserably and being laughed at by the gophers, I walked away a bit and went to see who was gathered on the other side of the game center.
It seems like the fighting game that was surrounded by a group of people has not ended yet. I don't know how many rounds have been fought. Actually, when young people play fighting games, if one side loses too miserably, it can evolve into a real PK. If that happens, I have to be prepared to not let them affect Ai Mi's safety.
I stood on my tiptoes and saw that it was a Street Fighter 4 machine. The characters on the screen were fighting fiercely.
There were all kinds of people watching. Some wore gold chains around their necks, had a mustache and a flowery shirt, some wore round glasses and were skinny and looked like a good student, some were heavy and took up two people's space … What's worth noting was that half of them were wearing white training clothes with a black belt. On their backs were vertical red words: Golden Victory Taekwondo Dojo.
Eh? That's a familiar name, but I can't remember where I've seen it before.
Last time at Xiao Qin's house, I played Street Fighter 4 with her and was slaughtered miserably by her. So I was curious to see if I could learn any tricks from the crowd.
When I squeezed forward, I bumped into the person wearing the flowery shirt. He turned around and glared at me fiercely, but when he saw my face, he immediately took a step back in surprise. He didn't say anything and awkwardly walked away from the crowd.
Eh? This person also looks familiar, is he one of the hoodlums that I beat up before? If he finds someone to take revenge on me, then I have to think of a way to protect Ai Mi. Should I notify Peng TouSi in advance?
Thinking that there might be people in the crowd who recognize me, I took out Ai Mi's sunglasses from my chest pocket in order to not cause a commotion. I put it on my face and tried it on. No wonder Ai Mi's sunglasses often slip off her nose, it's because she bought a bigger model!
Thus, I put on my sunglasses and put my hands in my pockets. I looked like a God of Gamblers as I stood behind a short and fat spectator to watch the battle.
As I expected, the one using the joystick on the right was a Taekwondo student wearing a training uniform. The other students were cheering for him.
However, the person sitting on his left looked a little familiar.
Wild but easy to take care of short hair, wheat colored delicate skin, and every time he won a move or two, he would shout with vigor …
Damn, isn't this Xiong YaoYue? I originally thought you were only good at sports, but I didn't expect you to be an expert at games as well!
"Who's better?"
I asked the fatty in front of me in a low voice.
The fatty looked back at me. Because I was wearing sunglasses, I hid my most threatening gaze, so he didn't seem to be afraid of me.
What a tragedy! Other people look like bad people because they wear sunglasses, but I look like a good person because I wear sunglasses?
The fatty slowly replied: "Sister Xiong is very tough, the Taekwondo student has already lost six rounds to her, I think this round won't be good either …"
Xiong … Sister Xiong? If Xiong YaoYue heard this, she would probably be unhappy. Also, you might not be younger than Xiong YaoYue, right? Why are you calling her sister Xiong?
"Huh? You don't even know Sister Xiong! "The fatty said to me with disdain," Sister Xiong is very famous in Henderson! She has never lost in a fighting game, so all of us players respectfully address her as Sister Xiong! What, are you itching for a round? Don't say I didn't warn you when you lose miserably! "
Hey hey hey, what are you so proud of! You think you're amazing just because you know Xiong YaoYue? Let me tell you, not only do I know her, I even … rode her before!
Before the fatty could finish his sentence, the Taekwondo student's character was grabbed by Xiong YaoYue and KO'd the remaining half of his health bar. He lost the seventh round again.
Xiong YaoYue's character was the Russian Sangev who was good at throwing. He was as strong as a bear and my dad used to call him the Soviet Union. In comparison, the Taekwondo student's character, the Hong Kong Wushu 'Yin', looked weak and helpless on the ground.
Xiong YaoYue imitated her character and said the same thing in Russian as Sanghirov, "Young master Khalat!" (meaning "good").
This seemed to be the first time the Taekwondo student had experienced the power of "Sister Xiong". He looked like the leader of the five or six Taekwondo students, but he was humiliated in front of his subordinates. He slammed the table heavily and glared at the girl beside him with malicious eyes.
I was a bit worried that they would find an excuse to bully Xiong YaoYue.
No matter what, Xiong YaoYue is my classmate and we share the position of PE committee member, so I can't just watch her die.
Also, when the Taekwondo student swept his gaze over and forced the other spectators to retreat, I realized he looked familiar.
Huh? Isn't this the peaked cap guy who bullied Shu Zhe under the bridge and got beaten up by me?
You're not wearing a peaked cap when you go out, this is too serious! You don't even want your body anymore!
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