Deep sea mermaid head-to-head strategy

Sweet's birthday.

Hearing these words, Klein forgot what he had just conceived.

When he was at sea, apart from Grandpa, he thought of Sweet the most.

As long as he lowered his head and saw the blue sea, Sweet's charming eyes would emerge.

Over the past month or so, Klein has actually figured out a lot of things, especially after he went out to see the world——

Sweet and his friends lived well since they were young, and they must have seen a more colorful world.

In their eyes, the fishing village by the sea is probably no different from a small mud puddle. Although Sweet, Wenger, and Butler Patton are very kind, fundamentally, they are not from the same world.

Klein noticed this when he borrowed the bathroom of Sweet's house last time.

After calmly thinking for a long time, Klein finally made up his mind to be Sweet's neighbor with peace of mind from now on. His plans were disrupted.

"Grandpa, is Klein okay tonight? Can you lend him to us temporarily?"

Seeing that Klein was silent, Wenger asked Grandpa for his opinion.

"I..." Klein was hesitating, but his grandfather pushed his back from behind, handed him over to Wenger generously, and said kindly, "Of course, you youngsters have fun."

"Thank you grandpa!"

Wenger thanked his grandfather, put his arms around Klein's shoulders, and turned him around to walk out of the courtyard.

He said in a familiar tone, "Klein, you don't need to prepare anything, it's fine when the person comes. I haven't seen you for a month. Sweet and I miss you very much."

"Sweet... miss me?" Klein asked in disbelief.

In his opinion, people like Sweet would not miss this emotion.

"Of course, you've helped him so much."

Klein smiled wryly: "It's all a waste of help."

Wenger was surprised: "How can you say that? We can all see that you are very hardworking. The two-color flowers in the flower bed are in full bloom today. Sweet said it was the best gift he received this year!"

Does Sweet really think so?

Klein ran away for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that Wenger took him not to the big house next door, but to the beach with a tennis net in front of him. Ferguson and Locke were playing on the beach in shorts and topless. Maracas.

"What are we doing here?" Klein was surprised.

Wenger said with a smile: "Didn't you see it, of course it was playing sand balls."

Locke jumped up on the beach in front of him and made a smash. Ferguson raised his hand to pad, and the ball hit the upper part of the tiger's mouth and flew out.

Ferguson turned his head and ran after the ball. When he saw Wenger and Klein, he stopped and greeted cheerfully: "Wenger, Klein, you are here!"

Locke, who was on the opposite side of the net, stopped and looked at this side, thought for a while, and strode forward.

Wenger patted Klein on the shoulder and said, "Lock didn't do it on purpose that day, and he regretted it very much after that. He always wanted to apologize to you, but he didn't find the opportunity."

Klein first wondered why Locke wanted to apologize, but later realized that he was talking about lunch that day, and quickly waved his hand and said, "It's okay! No need to apologize! Everyone has different tastes, it's normal."

"Leave him alone, he will feel bad if he doesn't apologize." Wenger shouted loudly, "Locke!"

Locke kicked the sand, did not know what to say, then raised his head and said, "Here we come!"

Locke took two quick steps and arrived in front of Klein.

When he got closer, he realized that Locke's face was stinky. When his eyes swept over Klein, Klein felt as if he had been scratched by a steel brush, and his entire back was stiff.

Wenger cleared his cough in due time.

Locke glanced at him and muttered reluctantly, "Got it."

Then he raised his chin and nodded at Klein: "Hey, I was wrong about what happened that day, so don't take it to heart."

His attitude can't be called good, probably because he rarely apologized, and his tone was very hard.

Klein had lost his temper a long time ago, and hastily repeated what he had just said to Wenger.

Wenger pulled Cline with his left hand and La Roque with his right, holding their hands together.

"Okay, after you shake hands, don't lose your temper like a child."

When the two hands touched together, Locke's face turned a little green.

Klein nodded quickly, and withdrew his hand.

Wenger stretched his arms, put his arms around the shoulders of the two, and said the same thing as the old man: "Today is Sweet's birthday, let's not talk about the past. Parton is preparing dinner, let's play maracas together first. Ferguson, What about the Swaites?"

Ferguson watched the reconciliation scene with relish for a long time, held the ball in one hand, and pointed to the big house: "He must still be in the room reading a book."

Wenger raised the corner of his mouth and said, "That's not okay, he's the protagonist today. Let's go, let's pull him out!"

As soon as Ferguson heard it, he immediately cheered "Wow", picked up his shoes and ran and wore them.

Ask Sweet to play maracas?

But Sweet won't fight.

Moreover, he is not in good health. Earlier, Patton said that Sweet had a poor appetite due to illness. It is afternoon, but the sun is still bright. Has Sweet been exposed to the sun?

Ferguson had already run more than ten meters away, Klein was anxious, his mouth was over his head, and he shouted: "Wait!"

He made a sudden sound, which startled Wenger.

"What's wrong?" Wenger asked curiously.

Ferguson also stopped and looked at him blankly.

Klein was stared at by three pairs of eyes before he realized that his voice was a bit out of place.

Wenger and the others seemed to be unaware of Sweet's physical condition. Didn't Sweet tell his friends that he was here to recuperate after he left for a month?

Sweet didn't say it should be because he wanted to hide it. He has a good relationship with his friends. If they invite them, Sweet will probably be embarrassed.

Klein swallowed nervously, thinking: As Sweet's neighbor and friend, he has an obligation to help Sweet stop this matter, just like he blocked Dick's faults before.

He bite the bullet and said, "Let's stop calling Sweet."

Locke's face changed, and he said in a choked voice, "You won't bark if you say you won't bark?"

"No, I don't mean anything else." Klein pursed his lips and said, "Sweeter doesn't know how to play maracas. He's not in good health and can't bask in the sun. Let's play together."

Ferguson, Locke and Wenger exchanged glances.

After a while, Locke sneered and said, "Who told you that Sweet can't play maracas?"

Klein didn't know how far to go, so he was speechless for a while.

At this time Wenger embraced him again and said: "You may not know that Sweet is very good at playing maracas, not just maracas, he is very good at many sports."

Ferguson also said: "That's right, and Sweet likes to bask in the sun very much. She often went to the reef when she was a child..."

In the middle of his speech, he was stopped by Locke's eye knife, coughed a few times, touched his nose, and turned his head to look away.

Sweet can play maracas?

Klein realized something was wrong halfway through hearing it, and his face gradually turned pale.

Wenger noticed that something was wrong with him, rolled his eyes, and said with an "oh": "Switt had a little physical problem some time ago, so he can't exercise strenuously or bask in the sun, but he has been much better recently. It’s good for your body to move.”

"Oh, oh, that's right." Klein replied stiffly.

He tried to be as natural as possible, but his face was hot-yes, Sweet and his friends were so close, how could it be possible to hide it from them?Just now he thought he knew Sweet better than his friends.

Although Wenger added later, giving him a step down, he still felt embarrassed.

Klein: "..."

The afternoon sun shone on Klein, but Klein shivered.

He forced a smile and said, "Then go call, I'll wait for you here, lest the net be blown away."

Probably because he concealed it well, Wenger thought for a while and said, "That's fine, we'll be back soon." Then he called Ferguson and Locke and headed towards Sweet's house.

After the three of them left, Klein took off his clothes, revealing his muscular upper body, and casually threw the top on the beach and sat down.

The sound of the distant tide filled his ears, and he couldn't help thinking about the details of the last time he and Dick invited Sweet to play maracas.

Was Sweet not too healthy to play maracas, or was it like Dick said—

Before he could think clearly, Klein heard Ferguson calling him loudly.

Looking back, I saw the shirtless Ferguson hooking Sweet's shoulders, and Sweet was unbuttoning his shirt and walking towards this side.

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