in love with the prince of tennis

After lunch, Ryoma and I continued to sit on the sofa and watch movies.

I accidentally caught sight of the phone, and I asked Ryoma, "Ryoma, do you know how the phone turned into a Garfield cat?"

"Is there? I haven't noticed it." Ryoma glanced at the phone and said, "Well, it's quite cute."

sweat! !But is it really strange?Did anyone come when we went to training these days? Even if someone came, they couldn't get in.If it's a thief... don't you need to change the phone for my house?I really can't figure it out.

"La la la la~~~~ I'm calling! Hurry up and answer the phone!" I took out my phone and glanced at the display screen.

"Moses, Moses?" I was lying on Ryoma's lap, and Ryoma was stroking my hair with his hands.

"Ai, how's it going? How are you doing these days? How's it going with Xiaolongma?"

I clapped Ryoma's hand and gave him a "try playing with my hair" look.

"Oh, very good."

The people on the other side of the phone laughed from ear to ear. My mother motioned them to be gentle, and then continued to say to me: "It's as long as you are doing well, oh, yes, Ai, did Xian go to your side? ah?"

Ryoma didn't listen to me and was still playing with my hair.

"Xian? Who is it?" I asked suspiciously, then patted Ryoma's hand again, and squeezed his face.

"Ah." Ryoma called out softly, telling me that it hurts with his eyes.

The mother didn't seem to hear Ryoma's voice, and continued: "Oh, yes, you have lost your memory. I haven't had time to tell you that Xian is your own brother, that is, my own son Yitang Jixian."

I pulled Ryoma's hand away and sat up, and asked in surprise, "What? My own brother? I also have a brother?"

"That's right, Xian ran away from home when you were five years old, and he was only seven years old at that time."

"What? A seven-year-old child ran away from home? Cut, why hasn't he been abducted and sold by human traffickers?"

"Huh? Alas, you still remember."

"What do I remember?"

"That's right, Xian was indeed abducted and sold by human traffickers. I remember it was like 37 times. Isn't that right, husband?"

The father on the side shook his head and said, "It's 38 times, you remember wrongly."

"38 times? Is it 38 times? I don't remember it being 37 times."

I was already sweating on the other end of the phone and couldn't sweat anymore.How can there be such parents?

"Who told Xian to be so beautiful! Well, he is indeed my son! Speaking of which, Ai, didn't Xian go to your place? I was afraid that you would not be at home, so I gave him the keys to the house."

Suddenly, I saw the telephone.

"Wait, you mean you've given the keys to the house to... my brother?"

"Yes."

"Then what is my brother's favorite?"

"What do you like best? What kind of aspect do you mean?"

"Like a telephone...what will my brother do?"

"Garfield, Yin's favorite is Garfield."

"That's it, I know."

"Alas, what are you talking about?"

"I think...my brother has come." After speaking, I smiled and hung up the phone.

On the other end of the phone, my mother looked at the phone inexplicably: "What is it?"

Ryoma saw my expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

I turned my head and glanced at Ryoma, and said, "Let's... play a game?"

"what?"