Eleven's Bedtime Stories

3.

It seemed that this sentence had stimulated the little beggar, and as soon as the words came out, the little beggar raised his hand—probably to hit him, but he didn't drop it after a long time.

Maybe it's because he's a "little girl".

Maybe it's because of his looks.

Maybe it's because the little beggar has self-knowledge—knowing that Huaiqing is stronger than him, it will undoubtedly be a miserable shot.

But no matter what the reason is, it's not bad for Huaiqing, after all, the other party sent the "attack" signal first.

Raising his hand to hold the hand of the little beggar, pulling and pulling, he pulled him around in a circle, made his center of gravity unstable and staggered forward a few steps with his back to him, then turned Huaiqing's wrist, the little beggar felt Someone gave him a hard push behind his back.

"Plop" sound.

The little beggar fell into the pool outside the pavilion.

"Damn you—"

The child choked on a few sips of water and coughed badly, but when he got better, he howled again at Huaiqing.

After the little beggar fell into the water, Huaiqing had already walked to the edge of the pool and squatted down, so when the little beggar opened his mouth, he grabbed the other's head and pressed him into the water. Bubbles immediately sounded from the water surface, and the little beggar struggled and splashed up. The splash of water fell on Huaiqing's clothes, Huaiqing couldn't help frowning.

Counting silently in my heart, I loosened the strength of my hands, lifted the little beggar's head out of the water, and then let go, allowing him to breathe the air.

"Noisy, shut up, don't swear."

Seeing that the little beggar had regained his composure and was about to speak again, Huai Qing uttered these words before him.

The little beggar felt tired of being kind, he hadn't said a few words yet.

The atmosphere was silent for a while, the little beggar didn't speak any more, Huai Qing nodded in satisfaction.

Then he went on to say, "Whenever you give up the idea of ​​marrying my wife, I will treat you better."

The little beggar let out a couple of hehes, but without speaking, he put his hands on the edge of the pool and climbed up to the table. Then he gritted his teeth and said, "Rare! What the hell are you doing?"

Huaiqing raised his eyebrows, raised his foot and kicked the little beggar who had just climbed onto the shore, "You can hit the same trick twice, is it true that people are as stupid as their name is? En? What I said just now, no swearing is allowed , and now, apologise."

"Wait until I climb up—"

Huaiqing snorted, knelt down again and grabbed the other person's hair, and pushed the little beggar into the water, "Then you better not come up."

The bubbles on the water surface changed from more to less, and finally gradually calmed down, Huaiqing then lifted the little beggar out of the water again.

That appearance was extremely embarrassing.

Huai Qing looked at him indifferently.

"Those who know the current affairs are Junjie, Er Gouzi."

"My lord! My lord is done——I was wrong."

"Hehe, good."

Huaiqing lifted the little beggar ashore, looked at the haze in the little beggar's eyes, sighed, and kicked him into the water again.

"I know you want to beat me to death, but before you have this strength, you'd better hide your hostility."

After speaking, he ignored the little beggar and turned to leave.

4.

"slow."

"Snapped!"

"You didn't even stand firmly on your feet, and you still want to attack people?"

"Snapped!"

"The moves are too messy."

"Snapped!"

……

If there were outsiders around, they would be able to notice that the kid in white didn't move at all, only holding a wooden stick in his hand, but every time the kid in black took a shot at him, he drew a stick with ease.

In the end, the child in black was pulled down without moving a single step.

Huaiqing, that is, the child in white, lightly kicked the little beggar's waist with his toes, and looked at him condescendingly.

"The physical strength is too poor."

"There are too many moves and complicated ones—practicing one to the extreme is more useful than just scratching the surface of everything. If you continue to practice like this, let alone realize your poor wish of 'I will beat Huai Qing hard', then If you practice like this all your life, you may not be able to beat me ten years later."

"The footing is unstable."

"Oh." The little beggar nodded.

"..." Huaiqing raised his eyebrows, then raised the corners of his mouth, "It's much calmer than before, which is worthy of praise."

"Thank you so much." The words were full of sarcasm.

"You're welcome."

"Tsk."

"I found a word for you when I was reading yesterday, how about you call it Huaiwang from now on? At least it sounds better than the Ergou chosen by the teacher's wife."

It's as crazy as it is, your goals are really crazy.

"Why should I listen to you?"

"If someone mentions you in the future, "Brother Two Dog" and "Hero Two Dog", tsk tsk, that's not bad."

The little beggar was choked and speechless.

Be accepted.

"Good boy." Huai Qing laughed happily and rubbed Huai Wang's head.

The little beggar snorted and didn't make any resistance. After all, he was not strong enough to resist.

And... Kneading, it's very comfortable.

If only the man wasn't so violent.

"Is there any medicine left?"

"Have."

"Remember to come to me where you can't wipe it. If you dare to hide it, you know the consequences."

Huaiqing smiled, "But before that, the master bought a roast chicken and asked me to blackmail half of it. I will reward you."