The Sleeping Prince's Romance

For three whole days, Ciro didn't go anywhere, and he accompanied Reid to practice shooting in the club's shooting range. If it wasn't because this club was owned by Ciro, the money spent on bullets these days would have made many It's tongue-in-cheek.

Not to mention the club's other expenses. You know, this club has cost White a lot of effort. It is completely open to the high-end market, and the annual fee is an astronomical figure.

It is very difficult for ordinary people to enter the door, let alone come in for consumption.

Cilang issued a diamond card for Reid, and all his consumption was directly charged to Cilang's account. In this way, even if Cilang left the United States, Reid would have a place to relax and practice.

For this diamond card that many people in the upper class flock to, Reid accepts it very calmly.

A joke, even a villa is accepted, is there still one card missing?

Reid, who lives in a relatively simple environment, doesn't know. In fact, if he really auctions off this diamond card, some people may exchange it for a more luxurious villa.

This card represents not just a matter of money, but a status, an honor, and a symbol.

Naturally, Cirou would not explain this to Reid.

Three days of training will not make a physical idiot like Reid a sharpshooter, but it will not be like the original book, where he will shoot his head with a shot aimed at the thigh.

For this effect, Reid is not very satisfied, especially because he behaved so poorly in front of Cilang, which made him even more concerned.

Reid hopes to show his best side in front of Jiro, so that he can be proud of having himself as a friend, instead of thinking that his friend is a weak person.

But Cilang knew that this was already Reid's limit, even if he continued to practice, his progress would not be much.

After all, sometimes talent is such an amazing thing, that while he made Reid a genius in so many areas, it took away all the possibilities for him to achieve physically.

So, fighting training or something... Cirou just gave up.

Rather than wasting time on that, it would be quicker and more convenient to arrange for a few bodyguards to protect Reid secretly.

After all, when Cilang came to the United States, it was one thing to celebrate Reid's birthday, but at the same time he also had important business matters to deal with.

As a student, Cilang's visits to the U.S. were limited to a limited number of times each year, but as his business grew bigger and bigger, more and more things needed to be handled by him, and White had already urged him many times.

So, three days later, Cilang bid farewell to Reid even though he was a little bit reluctant.

"But you have been practicing guns with me these days, and I haven't even gone out to play!"

Reid frowned tightly, a little at a loss, a little nostalgic.

Reid knew that Cilang would not stay for too long, but the feeling of having Cilang's company these three days was so good that he almost forgot that Cilang's home is not in the United States, and he is leaving to go home.

"What nonsense!"

Jiro flicked Reid's head with his fingers:

"I've been to more places in the United States than you. Is there any place that you have been to but I haven't?"

Cilang is down-to-earth.

Because there are no friends around, and the classmates are all older than themselves, it is too late for them to exclude Reid, so how can they take him to play?

So, in addition to schools and libraries, maybe Reid is most familiar with casinos. Who told him to be born in Las Vegas?

Reid rubbed the forehead that was knocked by Cilang, and after thinking about it carefully, it was indeed the case. Regarding the fact that he was hit on the head by a boy who was several years younger than himself, Reid accepted it very naturally, and did not feel at all. What a strange place.

Maybe he was "saved by a hero" by Cilang when they met for the first time. In Reid's heart, Cilang's image is completely separated from his age. Reid never treats Cilang as a child.

Coupled with the lack of care from male elders at a very young age, even if Reid does not regard Cilang as his father, he is definitely an older brother.

"But I don't want to part with you so soon."

In front of Jiro, Reid always expressed his true thoughts honestly:

"Even if it's the same place, the scenery you see will be different if you go alone or with two people!"

Reid looked at Jirou expectantly, hoping he would change his mind.

Maybe Reid's little eyes were too pitiful, Cilang's heart softened, he nodded unconsciously, and agreed to stay for another day.

Looking at Reid's eyes that suddenly lit up after hearing his words, the regret in Ci Lang's heart disappeared before it arose.

Forget it, money can be earned at any time, and no amount of money can change the bright smile of the young man in front of you, can it?

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A day later, Cilang boarded a private jet that flew out of Washington, and Reid, after clearing up his dismay, began to work hard with the goal of becoming an FBI.

In the next few days, under White's arrangement, Cilang's schedule was full, and many major projects required Cilang to make decisions in person, keeping him busy.

When he was finally free, more than half of the summer vacation had passed, but Cirou didn't leave the United States directly, but here, there was still a cute and awkward little guy waiting for him!

If you let him know that he has passed the door and won't enter, I don't know how he will make a fuss!

That little guy is naturally the little tennis prince named Echizen Ryoma!

Asking the driver to take her to the Echizen House, Rinko who opened the door expressed a very warm welcome to Jiro's arrival.

But after Jiro mentioned Ryoma, Rinko told him that he had gone to play tennis at the street tennis court and was not at home now.

After expressing that he was going to the street tennis court to find Ryoma, Rinko simply told Jiro the addresses of several places Ryoma often visited, and asked him to bring back his disobedient brat.

——If it's really a disobedient brat, Aunt Lunzi, what's with the pride in your eyes?

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In a remote alley, Ryoma stared fearlessly at the four or five tall Caucasian teenagers with his big amber eyes.

"You're so hot, brat!"

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old man with dyed fiery red hair mockingly looked down at the small dragon horse, his eyes full of anger.

I was defeated by a kid who was only ten years old. If my friends heard about it, I don't know how I would be laughed at!

"Teach him a good lesson, let him know that being a man is time-sensitive, Timmy!"

Another boy who was also fourteen or fifteen years old but already had a nose ring looked at Ryoma with the same eyes as Timmy.

"Are you ready for a beating, little one?"

The remaining three teenagers walked towards Ryoma step by step with ferocious smiles on their faces.

How could they, who were used to being arrogant, be willing to be defeated by a ten-year-old little Douding?Or in tennis, which they have always been proud of?

So, after the game, they followed Ryoma to this remote alley, ready to teach Ryoma a lesson.