Deep sea mermaid head-to-head strategy

Two more teenagers came down from the carriage, one with red hair and one with blue hair. Like the brown-haired boy, they were dressed gorgeously, behaved well, and spoke very well with Sweet.

Sweet went to answer the door himself and said, "Why are you here?"

The brown-haired boy said: "If you don't go back, we have to come to you. I didn't expect you to hide here."

Sweet snorted: "Since you know I'm hiding, why come here to annoy people?"

"I miss you." Several people got off the carriage and surrounded Sweet, and the brown-haired boy put his arms on Sweet's shoulders frivolously, and looked over him to see Klein behind him.

Klein looked at the scene before him in amazement.

He thought that Sweet had that indifferent personality, he didn't like to talk, he didn't like to contact people, and he couldn't make jokes. He didn't expect him to have such a relaxed side.

The brown-haired boy looked Klein from head to toe, as if looking at an outsider, tapped Sweet's shoulder, raised his chin and asked, "Who is that?"

Sweet turned around, and the smile between his brows faded a bit, and Klein's heart also rose.

"It's my neighbor, Klein."

The brown-haired boy raised his eyebrows: "Then this is...?"

Sweet raised his hand to hold the brown-haired boy's head, and pushed him away from his shoulder; "You care so much?"

"What's the matter? You can't even ask? We've only been separated for a few days and I'm not your heart?" the brown-haired boy complained.

Sweet laughed, not the kind of smile out of politeness, but a natural smile from the heart, and said, "Get away, don't disgust me."

"You let me go when we just met? Do you know how long we have been looking for you!"

The brown-haired boy threw himself on Sweet without hesitation, and Sweet kicked him away mercilessly.

As Klein looked at it, he felt that a gap had opened between himself and the five people across from him. No one was looking at him, but he felt like a thorn in his back.

At this time, the red-haired, peach-eyed boy noticed Klein's gaze, smiled, and asked kindly, "Your name is Klein?"

Like Sweet, this young man has an aura of nobility. Klein nodded dumbly.

"My name is Wenger, and I'm Sweet's friend. You are his neighbor, and you will be my neighbor in the future!" the red-haired boy said with a smile.

Klein felt that this should not be his field, and wanted to find an opportunity to leave. Before he could speak, Wenger asked, "Are you here to play with Sweet?"

"No, I'm..." Klein held up the fish food in his hand and said, "I'm here to feed the fish."

Wenger looked at the pond next to him when he heard the words, immediately frowned, and asked in disgust, "Sweet, where did you hire the craftsmen? Isn't this taste too bad? It's just a waste of these beautiful fish!"

Klein: "..."

The other two turned their heads and saw the fish pond, showing disgusted expressions.

Sweet glanced at Klein, and said flatly, "I like this style, can't I?"

Wenger was keenly aware of where Sweet's gaze was coming from. He glanced at Klein from the corner of his eye, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, your garden is priceless and you like it."

After talking about the past, the three teenagers began to observe the courtyard. Klein had been looking for a chance to leave, but Wenger hugged him and took him along.

The brown-haired boy walked to the edge of the flower bed and grabbed the petals of a two-color flower and said with a smile, "Sweet, you planted this one too, right?"

Sweet: "Is there a problem?"

"It's a big problem. Didn't you think this kind of shiny gold stuff was tacky and disgusting before? Now it's still a big one. What's going on? You've changed your gender?"

Sweet folded her hands and answered briefly: "Yes."

Wenger clearly felt that Klein's body, which was held by him, became stiff. After hearing Sweet's answer, he relaxed again. A flash of interest flashed across his face. After thinking about it, he said, "Ferguson, you don't think this kind of flower Do the petals look like Sweet's hair?"

The brown-haired boy turned to look at Sweet, then at Hua, and suddenly realized: "That's true."

Klein's curled up heart stretched out, and the heartbeat and blood flow became normal.

Sweet asked at this time: "Have you come out and talked to your family?"

Ferguson said: "Of course I didn't say it, how could it still come out?"

Sweet said: "I and you have seen it too, go back."

Ferguson couldn't believe it: "You drove us back as soon as we came? Do you know how long we have been looking for you?"

The remaining blue-haired boy also complained.

"Okay, okay," Wenger said, "We've been stuck here for a long time, Sweet, you won't even let us have a meal, right?"

It would be too unreasonable to drive people away like this, Sweet said: "I let Pat prepare."

Wenger turned his head and asked, "Is Klein with us?"

Klein finally found a chance to speak, and quickly pushed Wenger away: "I still have some things at home, so I won't bother you."

Sweet: "Say hello to your grandpa for me."

Wenger followed suit: "Say hello to your grandpa for me, too."

Ferguson took off his hat and nodded to Klein. Klein nodded a few times, put the fish food by the pond, took a few steps back, and turned around to leave the yard of Newman's house.

When Klein's figure disappeared on the path, the smile in Wenger's eyes faded away, and the corners of his mouth were still hooked, and he said, "Switt, your neighbor is really interesting."

Sweet glanced at him indifferently: "Don't cause trouble."

"On the shore, I understand." Wenger put his hands behind his head, went to Ferguson and kicked him.

Ferguson, who was listening to Wenger and Sweet talking, was caught off guard and wanted to fight back, but Wenger had already dodged far away, so he chased after him angrily, and the two entered Sweet's big house fighting.

During lunch, Klein was a little absent-minded, and his grandfather asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Klein thought for a while, then held the bowl and said, "Sweet's friends are here to find him."

Grandpa said: "Isn't that great? Otherwise, it would be so lonely for him to be alone in a strange place."

"……"Too.

Klein used to think that people like Sweet had escaped low-level interests and would not feel lonely, but now it seems that he really doesn't know Sweet at all.

Just like he didn't know that Sweet would also joke with his peers like his peers, nor did he know that Sweet hated gold things.

During this period of time, there were a few moments that made Klein think that the distance between him and Sweet was getting closer, but when Sweet's real friend came, he realized that those were just his illusions.

It can't be said that it was completely an illusion, just now Sweet helped him out twice.

"..."

In fact, Ferguson and Wenger didn't do it on purpose, they just didn't know the situation when they came here.

They are very approachable, especially Wenger.

These people seem to have known Sweet for a long time. After a long time, will he be able to get as close as Sweet?