little master

seven.

Anyway, I have also been in the army for so many years, a ball is really nothing, and I can catch it with a wave of my hand.

It's just that the wrist still hurts a little from the shock. It seems that the person throwing the ball is not weak.

I tucked the ball under my arm, shook my hands, and heard the driver next to me calling very obsequiously:

"Master, you are here."

As soon as I looked up, the man who was in the middle of the stadium just now was now in front of me, and he stretched out his hand to me impatiently, ignoring the driver, as if he didn't want to talk.

If he didn't say anything, I just pretended I didn't understand anything.

I looked at him, he looked at me, and stood there quietly for a minute, he finally couldn't help it, and yelled at me angrily:

"ball!"

I said in my heart that I am more patient than me?When I stood in the military posture in the army, you were still trying to escape the military training by hiding in the infirmary.

Of course I was teasing him on purpose.

How cute the kid looks when he's angry.

But it can't be too funny, it's interesting.

As soon as he made such a sound, I immediately handed the ball up, and imitated the driver just now, calling "Master".

He snorted, took the ball, tilted his head, looked me up and down, and asked, "New here?"

I nodded.

He took a step back, curled his lips, and then asked the driver next to him: "Can I go back?"

I:"……"

Does this come with a return? ? ?

Fortunately, the driver still retained a sliver of reason, and shook his head desperately with a sullen face: "I have signed the contract. This time, the master personally selected the person, and I cannot return it."

As soon as the words fell, he threw another ball, scaring the driver to hide behind me. Fortunately, I reached out and intercepted the ball. Otherwise, the driver's nose, which was not very straight at all, would have been completely smashed. It can't be collapsed.

"I said I don't need to be protected!" Before we recovered, we heard him say, "I have someone to follow me all day, is he trying to spy on me?!"

The driver's face was as wrinkled as a dried chrysanthemum, poked his head out from behind me, and replied cautiously: "How can you think so? Master, he cares about you..."

"Shut up!" He glared at us both so viciously that the driver shrank back in fright.

I was also quite uncomfortable being in the middle of the two of them. Listening to their conversation, it seemed that some rich and powerful secrets were involved. No matter what it was, I should not be able to listen to it anyway.So I had no choice but to watch the nose and the heart with my eyes closed, without saying a word, and dutifully played the role of air, and secretly observed this object who would be closely protected in the future.

Then the more I looked at it, the more I felt that the young master who was so angry that he was blown out of his hair now looked like a cat raised by my friend after being touched by a stranger.It makes people want to touch it.

But I dare not.I'm afraid he will bite me.

The three of them confronted each other silently for a long time. Since the driver kept hiding behind me and refused to make a sound, the young master was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he simply called me directly and raised his chin: "Can you play ball?"

I can."

"Then let's play," he snatched the ball from me directly, "If you win, stay here. If you lose, just go back where you came from."

I said yes, but you are not allowed to go back on your word, and don't cry if you lose.

He stared at me with a shocked expression: "I will lose???"

Then, realizing the meaning of the second half of my sentence, I almost exploded again: "You are the one who is crying!"

I waved my hand and surrendered: "Okay, master, I was wrong, master will not lose, master is the most handsome, I was so handsome that I cried..."

"嘤嘤咱" This is what I learned from a friend in the past. They are all big and three thick guys. He always used this method to disgust me. Today I learned it and used it with my body movements. I pretended to wipe it off a little. Tears a little, the whole scene looks fine.I feel sick to myself.

The young master was obviously disgusted by me too, with disgust written all over his face: "Okay, stop acting, if you put on a show again, just get out."

I returned to normal in a second, and then followed him to the center of the court.