[SD] Logic of Wild Dogs

Mitsui tried to cover his face all the way, as nervous as if he was skipping class for the first time and afraid of being caught, but also in a happy mood.

Mitsui came back to his senses when the shower gradually subsided.Oops!I was so focused on covering my face that I forgot to turn the umbrella aside...

Looking back, Qihai's outer shoulders were already wet, and the sleeves of the summer uniform were stuck to the girl's body, revealing the outline of her limbs.

Mitsui turned the umbrella away in embarrassment: "Ah...sorry, I didn't notice...that made you wet, that...sorry."

Qihai looked up in surprise, and straightened the umbrella: "No need, this umbrella is really too small for two people. In fact, the rain was so heavy just now, even if I hold the umbrella myself, I will get wet. Those who are not good at holding umbrellas... er, please forget the saying that you are not good at holding umbrellas."

Mitsui was a little embarrassed: "Ah... well, I'm not very good at holding umbrellas either."

Silently, the umbrella turned to the girl's side again.

Qihai's home arrived soon.Although the rain had subsided, Nanami still insisted on lending the umbrella to Mitsui.However, Mitsui really didn't have the courage to hold the girl's umbrella by himself, and after shouting thank you, he turned around and plunged into the drizzle.

Like a wolf chasing after him, Mitsui walked to the corner of the street in one breath before stopping.Taking out a pure black folding umbrella from his schoolbag and propping it up, Mitsui couldn't help but smile, isn't he very good at opening umbrellas?What a fun guy.

Mitsui didn't like to take the road of Tongxue since he became a bad boy.Dark alleys, old buildings waiting to be demolished, and uninhabited construction sites seem to like that kind of desolation. Mitsui always loves to go home from these places.The raindrops as thin as a cow's hair fell on the umbrella surface, making a faint rustling sound.Turn left casually and you will see the abandoned park.

The sound of rain covered up the footsteps following in the distance, and under the sea-blue gentleman's umbrella, the young man with short blonde hair smiled naughtily.

A small sandy pond, a dilapidated swing frame, and overgrown weeds in the abandoned park, against the desolate drizzle, it is particularly desolate.Today, Mitsui didn't care to look at the scenery, and subconsciously walked quickly in silence.Wet weather is not good for leg injuries.

"Hey, the long-haired one! Are you in such a hurry to go home and find your mother?"

Mitsui's footsteps stopped, and he frowned and turned around to look.

A figure holding an umbrella stood far away on the abandoned concrete pipe. Seeing Mitsui turn around, he waved his hands enthusiastically: "Walking at night is a compulsory course for delinquent teenagers~! Is it possible that you are in such a hurry to go home?" Are you actually a good baby?"

Mitsui curled his lips: "Hmph, isn't this a yellow-haired dwarf? Why is the Sangjiagou so arrogant today?"

"Who is a lost dog... a coward who only hides behind his servants?" Huang Mao's eyes were dark blue, "one-on-one, dare to come?"

Mitsui seemed to be very interested and laughed: "Not bad, I'm just bored, why not play with you for a while - a compulsory course for bad boys, huh?"

"Who doesn't know how to speak big words, don't cry and beg for mercy for a while!" Huang Mao looked at the sky: "This time there is no guy who is in the way, um, I will deal with you before it rains heavily."

Mitsui laughed back angrily: "Bastard, don't be too arrogant!"

Huangmao cracked his joints: "Soft-legged shrimp, I have long disliked you. Let me teach you what a real delinquent is!"

Mitsui stood still, not even changing his umbrella posture.The two looked at each other from a distance.

As if the signal for war, Huang Mao dropped the umbrella in his hand and rushed over.

The yellow-haired dwarf's speed was astonishing, from approaching to punching over almost instantly.

Following Tetsuo Tokuo and the others, Mitsui didn't make no progress at all, just kicking hard.

Huang Mao deftly blocked with his forearm, but his punch also missed.

Huangmao: "Oh, not bad!"

Mitsui: "Hmph, it's just that the legs are long."

Huang Mao's eyes changed when he was irritated, and he said sinisterly, "Don't let me break your legs, you long-haired one."

Mitsui was tall and burly, and looked down from above: "Short."

"watch out!"

"go to hell!"

The muffled sound of the fist hitting the chest was mixed with the painful groan that stopped abruptly as soon as it escaped from the throat.Fighting sounds fancy, but it's just punching and kicking.What's the matter!I can do it too!What's the matter!

Mitsui punched hard, and then was elbowed by Huang Mao on the lower abdomen - the pain was so painful that he couldn't make a sound.

Huang Maoxie smiled: "Hurry up and stand still, how can I beat you up when you are like this?"

Mitsui raised his head and stared fiercely.

"Yoxi, you have good eyes!" It was a neat uppercut that hit Mitsui's face.

Mitsui fell hard on the rainy ground.

"Hey, what's the matter? Can't we do without those gangsters?" Huang Mao rolled up his sleeves, his fists were bloodshot.

Mitsui struggled to stand up, shouted suddenly and rushed over.

Huang Mao nimbly dodged sideways, and the moment he got close to Mitsui, he punched three times in quick succession.

"No, the speed is too slow, are you an elderly person?"

Mitsui staggered two steps before standing still, and attacked again without saying a word.

This time his arm was pinched, and he turned around and punched three more times.

"Cough, cough!" Mitsui coughed from the rain, his hair stuck to his face, and the raindrops flowed into his eyes along the hair.

"The ones from Xiangbei, aren't they so weak? Hahaha!" Huang Mao smiled arrogantly and kicked Mitsui in the abdomen.

After taking a few steps back, Mitsui fell into a puddle, curled up trembling.

"You got beaten up, you need to know the current affairs, boy! If you can't do it, don't be brave." Huang Mao said lazily, and walked over to pick up the umbrella.

Walking back with a smile on his face, Huang Mao leaned over to look at Mitsui who was covered in mud and water: "Tsk tsk, what a mess..."

Mitsui tried hard to stand up, but Huang Mao stepped on his chest.

Huang Mao rubbed his feet, and asked with a look of resentment: "Hey, who is the lost dog? Tell me, who is the lost dog?!"

Mitsui was so angry that his eyes were tearing apart, but he couldn't move at all.

"Cut, don't think that talking harshly is a bad boy. A bad boy speaks with his fists. Does someone like you deserve to be called a bad boy? Pooh!" Huang Mao spit on Mitsui, "You kind of guy , I am ashamed to be with you!"

Letting go of his feet, Huang Mao turned around and held up the umbrella: "Hey, it's really boring to be finished so soon."

"Bastard... bastard!" Mitsui trembled all over and stood up desperately!

"Oh? Even though it's a lost dog, does it still have ambition?" Huang Mao's eyes flashed with interest.

"It's so noisy! Bastard!" Mitsui staggered to pick up his folding umbrella, the umbrella handle was made of heavy metal, "Don't... look down on me!"

Huang Mao put away his smile, and put down the umbrella in his hand again: "Did your father teach you that when a man is singled out, he should use his bare hands!"

Mitsui had lost his mind, and rushed over with red eyes.

It was another beating.Huang Mao struck fiercely, punching to the flesh.Mitsui's waving folding umbrella is like a joke, not even a child's toy.

Elbows and knees rained down on his body.The mouth is full of the rusty taste of blood, and the eyes are turning black... It's impossible...

Mitsui fell into the muddy water in embarrassment.

"Hmph, rubbish, what a waste!"

Huang Mao frowned and held up the umbrella, stroked his rain-wet hair with his hands, turned around and walked away.

The smell of mud, the smell of rain, the smell of blood, cold and disgusting.

Haha, this dilapidated piece of trash, is it really me?

When did I fall to such a point?

A lost dog?

That's right, it's a muddy, discarded stray dog...

Damn...Damn it!

Anger, sadness, hatred, grievance, unwillingness, depression, confusion, that irreversible hostility finally burst out——

"Ah ah ah ah ah----!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Like the desperate whining of wild animals, and like the long howling of dying.The roar was too stern, and in the end it became hoarse and inhuman.

In the extremely high sky, endless rain fell.

The author has something to say: The so-called bad boy is talking with his fists.

The so-called drama is not always tender...

I finally wrote the first ups and downs, um, please leave a message and collect it!