The Sleeping Prince's Romance

The group of high school students were not far away from Cilang and Reid, and without giving them much time to think, a group of people had already rushed in front of Cilang and Reid.

Cilang felt that Reid was taken away suddenly by the hand he was holding, and the wetness in the palm of his hand became more serious.

It seems that even though he can keep calm on the surface, Reid's body betrays his reason, maybe this is another kind of involuntary?

Just when the girl who rushed to the front was about to slap Cilang on the face, her movements suddenly stopped completely, as if the pause button had been pressed, not only her body, but even the expression on her face momentarily All froze.

"gun……"

Another girl with a nose ring spoke nonchalantly.

Seeing the pistol in Cilang's hand that was almost as long as his arm, everyone dared not move.

Reid stared dumbfounded at Cirou and the pistol in his hand that didn't match him very much, feeling that his clever brain was a little bit paralyzed.

From the very beginning, Reid saw the pistol that Cirou had stuck in front of his waist, and he could even recognize that it was a US Army standard weapon M9 from the exposed part.

It's just that at that time he thought it was just a toy gun that was imitated and wanted very much. After all, no parent would let a five-year-old child go out with an M9 in his waist.

Not to mention M9, even the smallest pistol is impossible!

Even my mother, who suffers from schizophrenia, can't do such an exaggerated thing.

So, how did everything in front of you happen?A group of vicious high school students... was really stopped by a five-year-old child with an M9?

Not only did Reid feel as if he was in a dream, but the mood of the group of high school students who felt that they had the upper hand just now were in tune with Reid.

- It's not true!

In fact, everyone has seen the pistol in front of Cilang's waist. After all, a pistol of more than 20 centimeters is inserted in the waist of a little boy whose head is less than one meter, which is super eye-catching.

Because it was too exaggerated and conspicuous, no one thought it was a real gun.

But now, looking at the child's determined and calm face, without any fear at all, could it be that he guessed wrong, it was a real gun?

As a result, all the boys and girls who were about to rush forward to teach Cilang and Reid a lesson hesitated. These children knew very well in their hearts that face and life were more important!

"That's a fake gun!"

Suddenly, a hoarse and hateful voice rang out in the suddenly quiet space, and the one who broke the silence was the exploding head whose finger bones were crushed by Cilang's kick at the beginning:

"This fake gun is an imitation of the Italian Beretta 92F. The Italian Beretta 9F, which was later called M92, is the standard weapon of the US military. When did a five- or six-year-old boy match the equipment of the US military?"

Explosive Head didn't want to give up revenge, so he tried his best to encourage his companions to go forward and teach Cilang a lesson. After all, his fingers are connected to his heart, and now his hand is so painful that he is about to pass out. In this situation, he is naturally the last thing to do. The one who saw Jiro leave safely.

However, being able to call out the name of the Italian Beretta 92F in one breath, it can also be seen that Afro still knows a lot about guns, and what he said is very tenable if he uses normal logical reasoning.

A few simple words made the honest high school students want to move again, but the girl with the nose ring was the first to do it again.

Maybe it's because I'm convinced of the afro's words, maybe it's because I'm annoyed that a person who is about to graduate from high school is being frightened by a kid who hasn't even started elementary school. The hand held by the pistol continued to slap Jiro's face.

"Ah, be careful!"

Reid yelled in fear, but at the same time as his yell, it was a sound that everyone was familiar with, the sound of a gun.

"Oh!"

Facing the unrepentant behavior of the girl with the nose ring, Jirou's response was——

Pull the trigger without hesitation.

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Reid didn't fully react until he was pulled by Cilang out of the crowd, out of the school gate, and into a remote alley.

This kid, this kid who looks like five or six years old, is holding a real gun!And he actually shot, without changing his face!

The sound of the girl falling to the ground after being pierced by the pistol still echoed in her ears, and the fear of other people's faces seemed to be flashing in front of her eyes.

Obviously, when they looked at themselves before, they still had mockery and mockery on their faces. Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, they looked at themselves as if they were looking at a demon companion, full of fear.

As an American, especially a resident of LV, an evil city, shootings have long been commonplace, and news of several people being shot to death appears in the news every day.

But hearing and seeing it is a completely different feeling than experiencing it personally, especially the one who pulled the trigger was a five or six-year-old child.

This feeling of visual and psychological shock at the same time is not something everyone can take lightly.

At least these high school students with poor psychological endurance can't do it.

"How long are you going to vacuum?"

Half a day has passed, and seeing that Reid's eyes were still a little dull, Cirou secretly sighed, and said something to draw his attention back.

"what?"

Reid was stunned for a moment, but after Cirou glanced at his bare legs, Reid's face immediately flushed red enough to fry an egg.

Reid felt humiliated when he was seen without clothes by those classmates in the school, but if the object was replaced by the child in front of him, Reid only wanted to dig a hole in the ground and buy himself Very shy to go in.

This has nothing to do with age, nor gender, maybe it only has something to do with the object.

"That...my pants..." are still in the school.

Reid didn't say the latter words, it would remind him of the humiliation and pain not long ago.

Although Reid's coat was long enough to completely cover the most critical parts of his body, Reid still clamped his legs unconsciously, which seemed to make him feel more secure.

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"I picked it up for you a long time ago."

Cirou threw the trousers he had carried all the way to Reid with a blank expression, and seeing him put them on in a hurry, he didn't know what to say for a while.

Picking up his pants by himself, and then dragging him all the way outside the campus, how did Reid act like he didn't know anything, didn't see anything for so long?

Although the absence of underwear made Reid feel a little weird, but it was much better than nothing at all.

After putting on his clothes, Reid finally returned to his usual appearance, dazed, a little shy, and a bookworm in the standard sense.

"Well, my name is Spencer Reid, thanks to you for saving me today, otherwise..."

Reid felt a little embarrassed when he introduced himself, but after saying "otherwise", his face turned pale unconsciously, obviously recalling bad memories.