"It's not that outdated, right?" After buying 50 game coins (one yuan each) at the cashier, I followed Amy step by step, catching her eyes.
Seeing me playing basketball on my own, Amy felt that she was being ignored. Her boss said unhappily:
After thinking about it, as if to prove it, Amy plucked up the courage to walk next to me and watch my pitching action up close.
After thinking about it, as if to prove it, Amy plucked up the courage to walk next to me and watch my pitching action up close.
"Want to play Drum Master?" I pointed to a machine in a prominent position and said, "I can test your sense of rhythm!"
When I returned with the ball, Amy was having so much fun in front of the shooting machine that she didn't seem to notice that I had left. She shot five or six balls in succession, none of which made it into the frame, but three of them did. There is a tendency to rebound.
Amy's disdainful eyes swept over the dancing machine and other music game consoles.
As if she had just noticed my appearance at this moment, the cashier lady unconsciously turned her eyes to the two safety posters posted on the wall.
After scoring a ball, Amy immediately showed an arrogant expression that "ball sports are nothing special."
As if she had just noticed my appearance at this moment, the cashier lady unconsciously turned her eyes to the two safety posters posted on the wall.
"You make it easy," Amy pouted, "Unlike you who are cheap, my body is quite precious. Even the balls know it, so they often bump into it on purpose!"
"Want to play Drum Master?" I pointed to a machine in a prominent position and said, "I can test your sense of rhythm!"
Hey, don’t worry about the details! I never understood what the little Japanese taiko drum was, so I casually called it a taiko drum master. And according to the Japanese custom of calling a particularly long sword "Tachi" and calling the eldest son of a family "Taro", maybe my drum master's translation is Shindaya!
I saw Amy stepping on the ball that hit her, and she couldn't get angry without killing it. She even tried to step on it with her whole body, but almost lost her balance and fell down. Fortunately, I stepped on it from the side. She held on.
Why do you still suspect that Amy was abducted by me? Do you know that this mixed-race kid whom you praised as cute just said that I don’t have to worry about you even if you get hit by a basketball? If I had known you didn't know a good person's heart, I wouldn't have saved that ball!
"It's not that easy to get hit by the ball, right?" I said, "Can't you just hide a little bit?"
Every time the ball I shot hit the basket, or the recovered basketball rolled off the front of the machine, Amy would always squint her eyes worriedly and make a dodge gesture, but no ball ever hit her. The only dangerous situation was intercepted by me halfway.
"Huh, after a long day of rest, do you think I will touch anything related to music?" Amy scolded me for being inconsiderate, "Music is work, not fun at all! It's so annoying! And That's not a 'big' drum master but a 'tai' drum master! Don't bully me for not knowing Chinese characters, I can still distinguish 'big' and 'tai'!"
"Now I know how much it means, right?"
Amy glared at her fiercely. It was probably due to the indirect reason of the cashier lady that she was hit by the ball. She was still angry. Not only did she want to put the basketball under her feet, but the cashier girl also had to keep it. Only by stepping on her body in a prostrate position can she calm down.
Amy was very angry when she heard me questioning her statement. She waved her two little fists vigorously and emphasized:
Damn, do I look like a human trafficker! Do you think I want to kidnap Amy, a mixed-race child, and then demand ransom from her parents? If I were in another dimension, maybe I would do that kind of thing, but in this dimension, I wouldn't kidnap my sister and ask for ransom from my biological mother!
Hey, don’t worry about the details! I never understood what the little Japanese taiko drum was, so I casually called it a taiko drum master. And according to the Japanese custom of calling a particularly long sword "Tachi" and calling the eldest son of a family "Taro", maybe my drum master's translation is Shindaya!
Unfortunately, the basket of the shooting machine was designed too low and the ball was smaller than normal. After the 1-minute countdown appeared on the coin toss, 6 seconds had passed and I didn’t even make a single shot. I made all the first three balls. Lost.
I quickly threw the basketball in my arms and let it hit another ball, causing the latter to change direction.
Every time the ball I shot hit the basket, or the recovered basketball rolled off the front of the machine, Amy would always squint her eyes worriedly and make a dodge gesture, but no ball ever hit her. The only dangerous situation was intercepted by me halfway.
I quickly threw the basketball in my arms and let it hit another ball, causing the latter to change direction.
I quickly threw the basketball in my arms and let it hit another ball, causing the latter to change direction.
"This kid..." the cashier lady came over and tried to dissuade her, "please don't put the basketball under your feet, okay?"
I turned my head and caught a glimpse of a shooting machine. Thinking of the upcoming basketball tournament and the bet with Beef Juli, a chill ran through my body. I put two coins into the shooting machine and planned to take a break from the busy schedule to practice my skills.
"Sorry, we broke this ball. Let's buy it. How much will it cost?"
I used a standard shooting posture to shoot a ball, but it didn't go in, so I had to switch to a low shot against the shooting machine mode.
The first one is "Beware of pickpockets" and the second one is "Child abduction is illegal."
Unfortunately, the basket of the shooting machine was designed too low and the ball was smaller than normal. After the 1-minute countdown appeared on the coin toss, 6 seconds had passed and I didn’t even make a single shot. I made all the first three balls. Lost.
The first one is "Beware of pickpockets" and the second one is "Child abduction is illegal."
It's true that they are mixed-race, but whether they are cute or not depends on the person. Worried that Amy would be in danger in front of the basketball machine alone, I nodded and ran back.
"Want to play Drum Master?" I pointed to a machine in a prominent position and said, "I can test your sense of rhythm!"
Stop bragging. There are only ten seconds left in the countdown. Even if I put you under the basket of the machine, you can't score a hundred points by stuffing the ball in one by one!
Wow, at this level, Fu Yanjie is definitely drunk! Should I drink a small cup with dinner every day to get used to it
I asked strangely.
I couldn't help but laugh out loud, "How can there be such a thing! You obviously have no motor nerves, and you are always worried about being hit by the ball, but in the end you are afraid of what will happen!"
"Who allowed you to play this? The first thing I hate is music, the second thing I hate is sunshine, and the third thing I hate is ball games!"
Why do you still suspect that Amy was abducted by me? Do you know that this mixed-race kid whom you praised as cute just said that I don’t have to worry about you even if you get hit by a basketball? If I had known you didn't know a good person's heart, I wouldn't have saved that ball!
I quickly threw the basketball in my arms and let it hit another ball, causing the latter to change direction.
"Woo~~~~~~!!" The blond lady squatted on the ground holding her head, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.
I calmed down, finally regained my feeling, and hit 5 shots in a row. At this time, the countdown number had become 47 seconds, and the scoring screen next to me showed a bright red "5".
I shrugged, took out a bunch of keys from my trouser pocket, clamped it between my fingers and held it tightly. This "simple finger pointing" is a common tactic used by gangsters when fighting.
The first one is "Beware of pickpockets" and the second one is "Child abduction is illegal."
After squatting on the ground in pain for a while, Amy stopped playing basketball, but she asked me to ask how much the basketball that hit her would cost.
"It's not that outdated, right?" After buying 50 game coins (one yuan each) at the cashier, I followed Amy step by step, catching her eyes.
After squatting on the ground in pain for a while, Amy stopped playing basketball, but she asked me to ask how much the basketball that hit her would cost.
After squatting on the ground in pain for a while, Amy stopped playing basketball, but she asked me to ask how much the basketball that hit her would cost.
Seeing me playing basketball on my own, Amy felt that she was being ignored. Her boss said unhappily:
I calmed down, finally regained my feeling, and hit 5 shots in a row. At this time, the countdown number had become 47 seconds, and the scoring screen next to me showed a bright red "5".
In order not to intensify the conflict, I picked up the basketball from Amy’s feet, turned it on my fingers, and asked the cashier:
"Who allowed you to play this? The first thing I hate is music, the second thing I hate is sunshine, and the third thing I hate is ball games!"
Accidentally hitting the ball, the ball bounced several times in the basket and actually slipped into the net. The number on the scoreboard immediately increased by one digit.
When I returned with the ball, Amy was having so much fun in front of the shooting machine that she didn't seem to notice that I had left. She shot five or six balls in succession, none of which made it into the frame, but three of them did. There is a tendency to rebound.
There are still 22 seconds left in the countdown, and the score is 40 points, which is far from a good result. I heard that there is an old lady in the city center who can score 256 goals in one minute.
"You make it easy," Amy pouted, "Unlike you who are cheap, my body is quite precious. Even the balls know it, so they often bump into it on purpose!"
Eh? I can understand the first two, one is annoying work and the other is rich in ultraviolet rays, but do ball games offend you
Every time the ball I shot hit the basket, or the recovered basketball rolled off the front of the machine, Amy would always squint her eyes worriedly and make a dodge gesture, but no ball ever hit her. The only dangerous situation was intercepted by me halfway.
Stop bragging. There are only ten seconds left in the countdown. Even if I put you under the basket of the machine, you can't score a hundred points by stuffing the ball in one by one!
"Hmph, ball games are the most dangerous! Don't you know how painful it is to be hit by a ball?"
"Sorry, we broke this ball. Let's buy it. How much will it cost?"
The cashier lady looked at the ball in my hand doubtfully, "This... although it's a little dirty, it's not broken, right?"
I couldn't help but laugh out loud, "How can there be such a thing! You obviously have no motor nerves, and you are always worried about being hit by the ball, but in the end you are afraid of what will happen!"
Why do you still suspect that Amy was abducted by me? Do you know that this mixed-race kid whom you praised as cute just said that I don’t have to worry about you even if you get hit by a basketball? If I had known you didn't know a good person's heart, I wouldn't have saved that ball!
Why do you still suspect that Amy was abducted by me? Do you know that this mixed-race kid whom you praised as cute just said that I don’t have to worry about you even if you get hit by a basketball? If I had known you didn't know a good person's heart, I wouldn't have saved that ball!
"Oh yeah! I made the shot, I made the shot!!"
I used a standard shooting posture to shoot a ball, but it didn't go in, so I had to switch to a low shot against the shooting machine mode.
"Who wants such a shameful memorial!" Amy stamped her foot angrily, "I want to take this criminal back and punish him with death! How dare you hit Miss Ben on the head? I will use 500 million degrees of heat to kill it. Put to death!!"
After thinking about it, as if to prove it, Amy plucked up the courage to walk next to me and watch my pitching action up close.
Seeing me playing basketball on my own, Amy felt that she was being ignored. Her boss said unhappily:
"You make it easy," Amy pouted, "Unlike you who are cheap, my body is quite precious. Even the balls know it, so they often bump into it on purpose!"
I used a standard shooting posture to shoot a ball, but it didn't go in, so I had to switch to a low shot against the shooting machine mode.
Then his hands and eyes quickly caught a ball that hit Amy's nose.
"It's not that easy to get hit by the ball, right?" I said, "Can't you just hide a little bit?"
Then his hands and eyes quickly caught a ball that hit Amy's nose.
"It's not that easy to get hit by the ball, right?" I said, "Can't you just hide a little bit?"
I quickly ran over, grabbed the ball, and said sorry to the cashier lady.
"You make it easy," Amy pouted, "Unlike you who are cheap, my body is quite precious. Even the balls know it, so they often bump into it on purpose!"
It's true that they are mixed-race, but whether they are cute or not depends on the person. Worried that Amy would be in danger in front of the basketball machine alone, I nodded and ran back.
I quickly threw the basketball in my arms and let it hit another ball, causing the latter to change direction.
I couldn't help but laugh out loud, "How can there be such a thing! You obviously have no motor nerves, and you are always worried about being hit by the ball, but in the end you are afraid of what will happen!"
"This kid..." the cashier lady came over and tried to dissuade her, "please don't put the basketball under your feet, okay?"
Stop bragging. There are only ten seconds left in the countdown. Even if I put you under the basket of the machine, you can't score a hundred points by stuffing the ball in one by one!
With a little luck, with a "pop" sound, my key poked a hole in the inferior basketball, and the plastic-smelling gas inside instantly leaked out.
I raised the remains of the basketball that looked like a dead starfish to the cashier’s eyes, raised an eyebrow and asked:
I couldn't help but laugh out loud, "How can there be such a thing! You obviously have no motor nerves, and you are always worried about being hit by the ball, but in the end you are afraid of what will happen!"
"Eh? Do you want to take it home as a souvenir?"
Because I caught the basketball that almost hit her shoulder, Amy seemed to have discovered a new world. She also picked up a basketball from the ball-taking area, holding it with both hands and aiming at the basket.
Hey, the core of the sun is only 15 million degrees. You have to go outside the Milky Way to find the 500 million degree temperature! In order to destroy a basketball and fly into the universe, NASA, which has been struggling with insufficient funds, would burst into tears!
In such a chaotic scene, Amy actually threw another ball. I was distracted to see the trajectory of the ball. As a result, among the "Three Musketeers" that just bounced back, the last ball lived up to expectations. It was on the metal protective net. It scratched, then hit Amy hard on the forehead.
"You make it easy," Amy pouted, "Unlike you who are cheap, my body is quite precious. Even the balls know it, so they often bump into it on purpose!"
Amy was very angry when she heard me questioning her statement. She waved her two little fists vigorously and emphasized:
"Want to play Drum Master?" I pointed to a machine in a prominent position and said, "I can test your sense of rhythm!"
"Woo~~~~~~!!" The blond lady squatted on the ground holding her head, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.
Seeing me playing basketball on my own, Amy felt that she was being ignored. Her boss said unhappily:
"It's true! This has been proven by facts! It can be called Amy's third law! - As long as I go where there are balls, I will inevitably have close contact with all kinds of balls!"
I couldn't help but laugh out loud, "How can there be such a thing! You obviously have no motor nerves, and you are always worried about being hit by the ball, but in the end you are afraid of what will happen!"
After scoring a ball, Amy immediately showed an arrogant expression that "ball sports are nothing special."
Amy's disdainful eyes swept over the dancing machine and other music game consoles.
Hey, don’t worry about the details! I never understood what the little Japanese taiko drum was, so I casually called it a taiko drum master. And according to the Japanese custom of calling a particularly long sword "Tachi" and calling the eldest son of a family "Taro", maybe my drum master's translation is Shindaya!
Wow, at this level, Fu Yanjie is definitely drunk! Should I drink a small cup with dinner every day to get used to it
Hearing Amy getting angry at me, but not being able to hear all the words, the cashier lady worriedly picked up the phone receiver on the table, perhaps hesitating whether to dial 110 to call the police.
"You idiot!" Amy screamed at me, "You are my exclusive valet, why do you care if the basketball hits others? It doesn't matter if they are hit to death, you just need to protect them. Okay, I’ll do it! What crime do you deserve for not being able to protect me well?"
I expressed disbelief, "You are right now where the ball is, so why haven't you seen any close contact with the basketball?"
I calmed down, finally regained my feeling, and hit 5 shots in a row. At this time, the countdown number had become 47 seconds, and the scoring screen next to me showed a bright red "5".
Hey, don’t worry about the details! I never understood what the little Japanese taiko drum was, so I casually called it a taiko drum master. And according to the Japanese custom of calling a particularly long sword "Tachi" and calling the eldest son of a family "Taro", maybe my drum master's translation is Shindaya!
Every time the ball I shot hit the basket, or the recovered basketball rolled off the front of the machine, Amy would always squint her eyes worriedly and make a dodge gesture, but no ball ever hit her. The only dangerous situation was intercepted by me halfway.
But when Amy was in a mood, she couldn't listen to any reason. She grabbed a ball furiously and threw it without even looking at it. It was a thousand miles away from the basket and almost hit the cashier girl behind the counter.
I saw Amy stepping on the ball that hit her, and she couldn't get angry without killing it. She even tried to step on it with her whole body, but almost lost her balance and fell down. Fortunately, I stepped on it from the side. She held on.
Why do you still suspect that Amy was abducted by me? Do you know that this mixed-race kid whom you praised as cute just said that I don’t have to worry about you even if you get hit by a basketball? If I had known you didn't know a good person's heart, I wouldn't have saved that ball!
"Humph, that's because I'm not close enough!"
"Who allowed you to play this? The first thing I hate is music, the second thing I hate is sunshine, and the third thing I hate is ball games!"
I saw Amy stepping on the ball that hit her, and she couldn't get angry without killing it. She even tried to step on it with her whole body, but almost lost her balance and fell down. Fortunately, I stepped on it from the side. She held on.
Before he finished speaking, he took the shot crookedly. Because he didn't use enough strength, he fell before he even touched the basket.
But when Amy was in a mood, she couldn't listen to any reason. She grabbed a ball furiously and threw it without even looking at it. It was a thousand miles away from the basket and almost hit the cashier girl behind the counter.
In order not to intensify the conflict, I picked up the basketball from Amy’s feet, turned it on my fingers, and asked the cashier:
After thinking about it, as if to prove it, Amy plucked up the courage to walk next to me and watch my pitching action up close.
In order not to intensify the conflict, I picked up the basketball from Amy’s feet, turned it on my fingers, and asked the cashier:
The cashier lady looked at the ball in my hand doubtfully, "This... although it's a little dirty, it's not broken, right?"
After thinking about it, as if to prove it, Amy plucked up the courage to walk next to me and watch my pitching action up close.
Amy glared at her fiercely. It was probably due to the indirect reason of the cashier lady that she was hit by the ball. She was still angry. Not only did she want to put the basketball under her feet, but the cashier girl also had to keep it. Only by stepping on her body in a prostrate position can she calm down.
"It's true! This has been proven by facts! It can be called Amy's third law! - As long as I go where there are balls, I will inevitably have close contact with all kinds of balls!"
Then his hands and eyes quickly caught a ball that hit Amy's nose.
I quickly threw the basketball in my arms and let it hit another ball, causing the latter to change direction.
Why do you still suspect that Amy was abducted by me? Do you know that this mixed-race kid whom you praised as cute just said that I don’t have to worry about you even if you get hit by a basketball? If I had known you didn't know a good person's heart, I wouldn't have saved that ball!
There are still 22 seconds left in the countdown, and the score is 40 points, which is far from a good result. I heard that there is an old lady in the city center who can score 256 goals in one minute.
Before he finished speaking, he took the shot crookedly. Because he didn't use enough strength, he fell before he even touched the basket.
I expressed disbelief, "You are right now where the ball is, so why haven't you seen any close contact with the basketball?"
I used a standard shooting posture to shoot a ball, but it didn't go in, so I had to switch to a low shot against the shooting machine mode.
Every time the ball I shot hit the basket, or the recovered basketball rolled off the front of the machine, Amy would always squint her eyes worriedly and make a dodge gesture, but no ball ever hit her. The only dangerous situation was intercepted by me halfway.
I asked strangely.
In such a chaotic scene, Amy actually threw another ball. I was distracted to see the trajectory of the ball. As a result, among the "Three Musketeers" that just bounced back, the last ball lived up to expectations. It was on the metal protective net. It scratched, then hit Amy hard on the forehead.
Accidentally hitting the ball, the ball bounced several times in the basket and actually slipped into the net. The number on the scoreboard immediately increased by one digit.
Because I caught the basketball that almost hit her shoulder, Amy seemed to have discovered a new world. She also picked up a basketball from the ball-taking area, holding it with both hands and aiming at the basket.
"Sorry, we broke this ball. Let's buy it. How much will it cost?"
Because I caught the basketball that almost hit her shoulder, Amy seemed to have discovered a new world. She also picked up a basketball from the ball-taking area, holding it with both hands and aiming at the basket.
I quickly ran over, grabbed the ball, and said sorry to the cashier lady.
"Now I know how much it means, right?"
"I...I want to throw one too! If it bounces back, you have to be the manservant to catch it!"
Damn, do I look like a human trafficker! Do you think I want to kidnap Amy, a mixed-race child, and then demand ransom from her parents? If I were in another dimension, maybe I would do that kind of thing, but in this dimension, I wouldn't kidnap my sister and ask for ransom from my biological mother!
Why do you still suspect that Amy was abducted by me? Do you know that this mixed-race kid whom you praised as cute just said that I don’t have to worry about you even if you get hit by a basketball? If I had known you didn't know a good person's heart, I wouldn't have saved that ball!
Hey, the core of the sun is only 15 million degrees. You have to go outside the Milky Way to find the 500 million degree temperature! In order to destroy a basketball and fly into the universe, NASA, which has been struggling with insufficient funds, would burst into tears!
In such a chaotic scene, Amy actually threw another ball. I was distracted to see the trajectory of the ball. As a result, among the "Three Musketeers" that just bounced back, the last ball lived up to expectations. It was on the metal protective net. It scratched, then hit Amy hard on the forehead.
Because I caught the basketball that almost hit her shoulder, Amy seemed to have discovered a new world. She also picked up a basketball from the ball-taking area, holding it with both hands and aiming at the basket.
Amy's disdainful eyes swept over the dancing machine and other music game consoles.
Amy glared at her fiercely. It was probably due to the indirect reason of the cashier lady that she was hit by the ball. She was still angry. Not only did she want to put the basketball under her feet, but the cashier girl also had to keep it. Only by stepping on her body in a prostrate position can she calm down.
I saw Amy stepping on the ball that hit her, and she couldn't get angry without killing it. She even tried to step on it with her whole body, but almost lost her balance and fell down. Fortunately, I stepped on it from the side. She held on.
Before he finished speaking, he took the shot crookedly. Because he didn't use enough strength, he fell before he even touched the basket.
"I'm really a genius! Even if it's such a crude sport, I can learn it just by raising my hand! Well, let's see if I score a few hundred more points, set a record, and let the people in this game center look up to me. Weep bitterly at the record of genius!”
"Oh yeah! I made the shot, I made the shot!!"
"Humph, that's because I'm not close enough!"
Stop bragging. There are only ten seconds left in the countdown. Even if I put you under the basket of the machine, you can't score a hundred points by stuffing the ball in one by one!
Amy pouted and was very dissatisfied, but not being hit by a ball for so long might have set a record for her, so she picked up a ball again and threw it with a cannon posture.
Why do you still suspect that Amy was abducted by me? Do you know that this mixed-race kid whom you praised as cute just said that I don’t have to worry about you even if you get hit by a basketball? If I had known you didn't know a good person's heart, I wouldn't have saved that ball!
Hey, don’t worry about the details! I never understood what the little Japanese taiko drum was, so I casually called it a taiko drum master. And according to the Japanese custom of calling a particularly long sword "Tachi" and calling the eldest son of a family "Taro", maybe my drum master's translation is Shindaya!
"It's not that outdated, right?" After buying 50 game coins (one yuan each) at the cashier, I followed Amy step by step, catching her eyes.
Accidentally hitting the ball, the ball bounced several times in the basket and actually slipped into the net. The number on the scoreboard immediately increased by one digit.
In order not to intensify the conflict, I picked up the basketball from Amy’s feet, turned it on my fingers, and asked the cashier:
I used a standard shooting posture to shoot a ball, but it didn't go in, so I had to switch to a low shot against the shooting machine mode.
I quickly ran over, grabbed the ball, and said sorry to the cashier lady.
Hey, the core of the sun is only 15 million degrees. You have to go outside the Milky Way to find the 500 million degree temperature! In order to destroy a basketball and fly into the universe, NASA, which has been struggling with insufficient funds, would burst into tears!
"You idiot!" Amy screamed at me, "You are my exclusive valet, why do you care if the basketball hits others? It doesn't matter if they are hit to death, you just need to protect them. Okay, I’ll do it! What crime do you deserve for not being able to protect me well?"
"Oh yeah! I made the shot, I made the shot!!"
Before he finished speaking, he took the shot crookedly. Because he didn't use enough strength, he fell before he even touched the basket.
I quickly threw the basketball in my arms and let it hit another ball, causing the latter to change direction.
"I...I want to throw one too! If it bounces back, you have to be the manservant to catch it!"
Amy's disdainful eyes swept over the dancing machine and other music game consoles.
Amy glared at her fiercely. It was probably due to the indirect reason of the cashier lady that she was hit by the ball. She was still angry. Not only did she want to put the basketball under her feet, but the cashier girl also had to keep it. Only by stepping on her body in a prostrate position can she calm down.
"Want to play Drum Master?" I pointed to a machine in a prominent position and said, "I can test your sense of rhythm!"
Hearing Amy getting angry at me, but not being able to hear all the words, the cashier lady worriedly picked up the phone receiver on the table, perhaps hesitating whether to dial 110 to call the police.
Amy jumped up to celebrate with joy. Her joyful twin tails reflected the golden light, causing a group of people not far away to turn their heads and look here. However, they seemed to be focusing on the outcome of a fighting game, so it was very difficult for them to do so. He quickly turned his head back.
Hey, the core of the sun is only 15 million degrees. You have to go outside the Milky Way to find the 500 million degree temperature! In order to destroy a basketball and fly into the universe, NASA, which has been struggling with insufficient funds, would burst into tears!
Unfortunately, the basket of the shooting machine was designed too low and the ball was smaller than normal. After the 1-minute countdown appeared on the coin toss, 6 seconds had passed and I didn’t even make a single shot. I made all the first three balls. Lost.
Damn, do I look like a human trafficker! Do you think I want to kidnap Amy, a mixed-race child, and then demand ransom from her parents? If I were in another dimension, maybe I would do that kind of thing, but in this dimension, I wouldn't kidnap my sister and ask for ransom from my biological mother!
"This kid..." the cashier lady came over and tried to dissuade her, "please don't put the basketball under your feet, okay?"
"Want to play Drum Master?" I pointed to a machine in a prominent position and said, "I can test your sense of rhythm!"
Amy pouted and was very dissatisfied, but not being hit by a ball for so long might have set a record for her, so she picked up a ball again and threw it with a cannon posture.
Hey, don’t worry about the details! I never understood what the little Japanese taiko drum was, so I casually called it a taiko drum master. And according to the Japanese custom of calling a particularly long sword "Tachi" and calling the eldest son of a family "Taro", maybe my drum master's translation is Shindaya!
But when Amy was in a mood, she couldn't listen to any reason. She grabbed a ball furiously and threw it without even looking at it. It was a thousand miles away from the basket and almost hit the cashier girl behind the counter.
After scoring a ball, Amy immediately showed an arrogant expression that "ball sports are nothing special."
Amy's disdainful eyes swept over the dancing machine and other music game consoles.
Stop bragging. There are only ten seconds left in the countdown. Even if I put you under the basket of the machine, you can't score a hundred points by stuffing the ball in one by one!
"I'm really a genius! Even if it's such a crude sport, I can learn it just by raising my hand! Well, let's see if I score a few hundred more points, set a record, and let the people in this game center look up to me. Weep bitterly at the record of genius!”
"Who allowed you to play this? The first thing I hate is music, the second thing I hate is sunshine, and the third thing I hate is ball games!"
"Huh, after a long day of rest, do you think I will touch anything related to music?" Amy scolded me for being inconsiderate, "Music is work, not fun at all! It's so annoying! And That's not a 'big' drum master but a 'tai' drum master! Don't bully me for not knowing Chinese characters, I can still distinguish 'big' and 'tai'!"
Stop bragging. There are only ten seconds left in the countdown. Even if I put you under the basket of the machine, you can't score a hundred points by stuffing the ball in one by one!
As if she had just noticed my appearance at this moment, the cashier lady unconsciously turned her eyes to the two safety posters posted on the wall.
I saw Amy stepping on the ball that hit her, and she couldn't get angry without killing it. She even tried to step on it with her whole body, but almost lost her balance and fell down. Fortunately, I stepped on it from the side. She held on.
But when Amy was in a mood, she couldn't listen to any reason. She grabbed a ball furiously and threw it without even looking at it. It was a thousand miles away from the basket and almost hit the cashier girl behind the counter.
"Who wants such a shameful memorial!" Amy stamped her foot angrily, "I want to take this criminal back and punish him with death! How dare you hit Miss Ben on the head? I will use 500 million degrees of heat to kill it. Put to death!!"
"Who wants such a shameful memorial!" Amy stamped her foot angrily, "I want to take this criminal back and punish him with death! How dare you hit Miss Ben on the head? I will use 500 million degrees of heat to kill it. Put to death!!"
Damn, do I look like a human trafficker! Do you think I want to kidnap Amy, a mixed-race child, and then demand ransom from her parents? If I were in another dimension, maybe I would do that kind of thing, but in this dimension, I wouldn't kidnap my sister and ask for ransom from my biological mother!
I turned my head and caught a glimpse of a shooting machine. Thinking of the upcoming basketball tournament and the bet with Beef Juli, a chill ran through my body. I put two coins into the shooting machine and planned to take a break from the busy schedule to practice my skills.
Why do you still suspect that Amy was abducted by me? Do you know that this mixed-race kid whom you praised as cute just said that I don’t have to worry about you even if you get hit by a basketball? If I had known you didn't know a good person's heart, I wouldn't have saved that ball!
Then his hands and eyes quickly caught a ball that hit Amy's nose.
"It's not that easy to get hit by the ball, right?" I said, "Can't you just hide a little bit?"
I quickly ran over, grabbed the ball, and said sorry to the cashier lady.
"Who allowed you to play this? The first thing I hate is music, the second thing I hate is sunshine, and the third thing I hate is ball games!"
I raised the remains of the basketball that looked like a dead starfish to the cashier’s eyes, raised an eyebrow and asked:
The cashier lady nodded politely to me and asked me secretly: "What a cute child. Is he a mixed race?"
I quickly threw the basketball in my arms and let it hit another ball, causing the latter to change direction.
Hey, the core of the sun is only 15 million degrees. You have to go outside the Milky Way to find the 500 million degree temperature! In order to destroy a basketball and fly into the universe, NASA, which has been struggling with insufficient funds, would burst into tears!
I calmed down, finally regained my feeling, and hit 5 shots in a row. At this time, the countdown number had become 47 seconds, and the scoring screen next to me showed a bright red "5".
"You idiot!" Amy screamed at me, "You are my exclusive valet, why do you care if the basketball hits others? It doesn't matter if they are hit to death, you just need to protect them. Okay, I’ll do it! What crime do you deserve for not being able to protect me well?"
I couldn't help but laugh out loud, "How can there be such a thing! You obviously have no motor nerves, and you are always worried about being hit by the ball, but in the end you are afraid of what will happen!"
It's true that they are mixed-race, but whether they are cute or not depends on the person. Worried that Amy would be in danger in front of the basketball machine alone, I nodded and ran back.
"Eh? Do you want to take it home as a souvenir?"
When I returned with the ball, Amy was having so much fun in front of the shooting machine that she didn't seem to notice that I had left. She shot five or six balls in succession, none of which made it into the frame, but three of them did. There is a tendency to rebound.
I couldn't help but laugh out loud, "How can there be such a thing! You obviously have no motor nerves, and you are always worried about being hit by the ball, but in the end you are afraid of what will happen!"
But when Amy was in a mood, she couldn't listen to any reason. She grabbed a ball furiously and threw it without even looking at it. It was a thousand miles away from the basket and almost hit the cashier girl behind the counter.
Amy pouted and was very dissatisfied, but not being hit by a ball for so long might have set a record for her, so she picked up a ball again and threw it with a cannon posture.
"Sorry, we broke this ball. Let's buy it. How much will it cost?"
"Huh, after a long day of rest, do you think I will touch anything related to music?" Amy scolded me for being inconsiderate, "Music is work, not fun at all! It's so annoying! And That's not a 'big' drum master but a 'tai' drum master! Don't bully me for not knowing Chinese characters, I can still distinguish 'big' and 'tai'!"
As if she had just noticed my appearance at this moment, the cashier lady unconsciously turned her eyes to the two safety posters posted on the wall.
"Humph, that's because I'm not close enough!"
I calmed down, finally regained my feeling, and hit 5 shots in a row. At this time, the countdown number had become 47 seconds, and the scoring screen next to me showed a bright red "5".
Amy was very angry when she heard me questioning her statement. She waved her two little fists vigorously and emphasized:
I turned my head and caught a glimpse of a shooting machine. Thinking of the upcoming basketball tournament and the bet with Beef Juli, a chill ran through my body. I put two coins into the shooting machine and planned to take a break from the busy schedule to practice my skills.
The first one is "Beware of pickpockets" and the second one is "Child abduction is illegal."
"It's not that outdated, right?" After buying 50 game coins (one yuan each) at the cashier, I followed Amy step by step, catching her eyes.
Amy's disdainful eyes swept over the dancing machine and other music game consoles.
Damn, do I look like a human trafficker! Do you think I want to kidnap Amy, a mixed-race child, and then demand ransom from her parents? If I were in another dimension, maybe I would do that kind of thing, but in this dimension, I wouldn't kidnap my sister and ask for ransom from my biological mother!
I asked strangely.
I expressed disbelief, "You are right now where the ball is, so why haven't you seen any close contact with the basketball?"
The first one is "Beware of pickpockets" and the second one is "Child abduction is illegal."
As if she had just noticed my appearance at this moment, the cashier lady unconsciously turned her eyes to the two safety posters posted on the wall.
When I returned with the ball, Amy was having so much fun in front of the shooting machine that she didn't seem to notice that I had left. She shot five or six balls in succession, none of which made it into the frame, but three of them did. There is a tendency to rebound.
"Eh? Do you want to take it home as a souvenir?"
Why do you still suspect that Amy was abducted by me? Do you know that this mixed-race kid whom you praised as cute just said that I don’t have to worry about you even if you get hit by a basketball? If I had known you didn't know a good person's heart, I wouldn't have saved that ball!
Amy's disdainful eyes swept over the dancing machine and other music game consoles.
I quickly threw the basketball in my arms and let it hit another ball, causing the latter to change direction.
"Humph, that's because I'm not close enough!"
"Eh? Do you want to take it home as a souvenir?"
"Who allowed you to play this? The first thing I hate is music, the second thing I hate is sunshine, and the third thing I hate is ball games!"
Then his hands and eyes quickly caught a ball that hit Amy's nose.
I used a standard shooting posture to shoot a ball, but it didn't go in, so I had to switch to a low shot against the shooting machine mode.
After thinking about it, as if to prove it, Amy plucked up the courage to walk next to me and watch my pitching action up close.
Amy's disdainful eyes swept over the dancing machine and other music game consoles.
Because I caught the basketball that almost hit her shoulder, Amy seemed to have discovered a new world. She also picked up a basketball from the ball-taking area, holding it with both hands and aiming at the basket.
Amy glared at her fiercely. It was probably due to the indirect reason of the cashier lady that she was hit by the ball. She was still angry. Not only did she want to put the basketball under her feet, but the cashier girl also had to keep it. Only by stepping on her body in a prostrate position can she calm down.
I expressed disbelief, "You are right now where the ball is, so why haven't you seen any close contact with the basketball?"
Then his hands and eyes quickly caught a ball that hit Amy's nose.
In such a chaotic scene, Amy actually threw another ball. I was distracted to see the trajectory of the ball. As a result, among the "Three Musketeers" that just bounced back, the last ball lived up to expectations. It was on the metal protective net. It scratched, then hit Amy hard on the forehead.
After scoring a ball, Amy immediately showed an arrogant expression that "ball sports are nothing special."
Amy glared at her fiercely. It was probably due to the indirect reason of the cashier lady that she was hit by the ball. She was still angry. Not only did she want to put the basketball under her feet, but the cashier girl also had to keep it. Only by stepping on her body in a prostrate position can she calm down.
"Hmph, ball games are the most dangerous! Don't you know how painful it is to be hit by a ball?"
"Now I know how much it means, right?"
"You make it easy," Amy pouted, "Unlike you who are cheap, my body is quite precious. Even the balls know it, so they often bump into it on purpose!"
After scoring a ball, Amy immediately showed an arrogant expression that "ball sports are nothing special."
"This kid..." the cashier lady came over and tried to dissuade her, "please don't put the basketball under your feet, okay?"
"Woo~~~~~~!!" The blond lady squatted on the ground holding her head, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.
Because I caught the basketball that almost hit her shoulder, Amy seemed to have discovered a new world. She also picked up a basketball from the ball-taking area, holding it with both hands and aiming at the basket.
"Humph, that's because I'm not close enough!"
I quickly threw the basketball in my arms and let it hit another ball, causing the latter to change direction.
I shrugged, took out a bunch of keys from my trouser pocket, clamped it between my fingers and held it tightly. This "simple finger pointing" is a common tactic used by gangsters when fighting.
Wow, at this level, Fu Yanjie is definitely drunk! Should I drink a small cup with dinner every day to get used to it
I quickly ran over, grabbed the ball, and said sorry to the cashier lady.
"You idiot!" Amy screamed at me, "You are my exclusive valet, why do you care if the basketball hits others? It doesn't matter if they are hit to death, you just need to protect them. Okay, I’ll do it! What crime do you deserve for not being able to protect me well?"
Before he finished speaking, he took the shot crookedly. Because he didn't use enough strength, he fell before he even touched the basket.
I quickly ran over, grabbed the ball, and said sorry to the cashier lady.
When I returned with the ball, Amy was having so much fun in front of the shooting machine that she didn't seem to notice that I had left. She shot five or six balls in succession, none of which made it into the frame, but three of them did. There is a tendency to rebound.
Eh? I can understand the first two, one is annoying work and the other is rich in ultraviolet rays, but do ball games offend you
I expressed disbelief, "You are right now where the ball is, so why haven't you seen any close contact with the basketball?"
"It's true! This has been proven by facts! It can be called Amy's third law! - As long as I go where there are balls, I will inevitably have close contact with all kinds of balls!"
Hey, the core of the sun is only 15 million degrees. You have to go outside the Milky Way to find the 500 million degree temperature! In order to destroy a basketball and fly into the universe, NASA, which has been struggling with insufficient funds, would burst into tears!
"Now I know how much it means, right?"
Hearing Amy getting angry at me, but not being able to hear all the words, the cashier lady worriedly picked up the phone receiver on the table, perhaps hesitating whether to dial 110 to call the police.
The cashier lady nodded politely to me and asked me secretly: "What a cute child. Is he a mixed race?"
I quickly ran over, grabbed the ball, and said sorry to the cashier lady.
Why do you still suspect that Amy was abducted by me? Do you know that this mixed-race kid whom you praised as cute just said that I don’t have to worry about you even if you get hit by a basketball? If I had known you didn't know a good person's heart, I wouldn't have saved that ball!
"You idiot!" Amy screamed at me, "You are my exclusive valet, why do you care if the basketball hits others? It doesn't matter if they are hit to death, you just need to protect them. Okay, I’ll do it! What crime do you deserve for not being able to protect me well?"
"Eh? Do you want to take it home as a souvenir?"
"Huh, after a long day of rest, do you think I will touch anything related to music?" Amy scolded me for being inconsiderate, "Music is work, not fun at all! It's so annoying! And That's not a 'big' drum master but a 'tai' drum master! Don't bully me for not knowing Chinese characters, I can still distinguish 'big' and 'tai'!"
After squatting on the ground in pain for a while, Amy stopped playing basketball, but she asked me to ask how much the basketball that hit her would cost.
"You idiot!" Amy screamed at me, "You are my exclusive valet, why do you care if the basketball hits others? It doesn't matter if they are hit to death, you just need to protect them. Okay, I’ll do it! What crime do you deserve for not being able to protect me well?"
Then his hands and eyes quickly caught a ball that hit Amy's nose.
"I'm really a genius! Even if it's such a crude sport, I can learn it just by raising my hand! Well, let's see if I score a few hundred more points, set a record, and let the people in this game center look up to me. Weep bitterly at the record of genius!”
Amy pouted and was very dissatisfied, but not being hit by a ball for so long might have set a record for her, so she picked up a ball again and threw it with a cannon posture.
I calmed down, finally regained my feeling, and hit 5 shots in a row. At this time, the countdown number had become 47 seconds, and the scoring screen next to me showed a bright red "5".
With a little luck, with a "pop" sound, my key poked a hole in the inferior basketball, and the plastic-smelling gas inside instantly leaked out.
In such a chaotic scene, Amy actually threw another ball. I was distracted to see the trajectory of the ball. As a result, among the "Three Musketeers" that just bounced back, the last ball lived up to expectations. It was on the metal protective net. It scratched, then hit Amy hard on the forehead.
"Eh? Do you want to take it home as a souvenir?"
"Who allowed you to play this? The first thing I hate is music, the second thing I hate is sunshine, and the third thing I hate is ball games!"
"Oh yeah! I made the shot, I made the shot!!"
"Now I know how much it means, right?"
I raised the remains of the basketball that looked like a dead starfish to the cashier’s eyes, raised an eyebrow and asked:
I turned my head and caught a glimpse of a shooting machine. Thinking of the upcoming basketball tournament and the bet with Beef Juli, a chill ran through my body. I put two coins into the shooting machine and planned to take a break from the busy schedule to practice my skills.
I raised the remains of the basketball that looked like a dead starfish to the cashier’s eyes, raised an eyebrow and asked:
In order not to intensify the conflict, I picked up the basketball from Amy’s feet, turned it on my fingers, and asked the cashier:
I asked strangely.
Amy pouted and was very dissatisfied, but not being hit by a ball for so long might have set a record for her, so she picked up a ball again and threw it with a cannon posture.
Amy was very angry when she heard me questioning her statement. She waved her two little fists vigorously and emphasized:
Amy's disdainful eyes swept over the dancing machine and other music game consoles.
"Woo~~~~~~!!" The blond lady squatted on the ground holding her head, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.
"It's true! This has been proven by facts! It can be called Amy's third law! - As long as I go where there are balls, I will inevitably have close contact with all kinds of balls!"
"Who wants such a shameful memorial!" Amy stamped her foot angrily, "I want to take this criminal back and punish him with death! How dare you hit Miss Ben on the head? I will use 500 million degrees of heat to kill it. Put to death!!"
Seeing me playing basketball on my own, Amy felt that she was being ignored. Her boss said unhappily:
Accidentally hitting the ball, the ball bounced several times in the basket and actually slipped into the net. The number on the scoreboard immediately increased by one digit.
"Hmph, ball games are the most dangerous! Don't you know how painful it is to be hit by a ball?"
It's true that they are mixed-race, but whether they are cute or not depends on the person. Worried that Amy would be in danger in front of the basketball machine alone, I nodded and ran back.
In order not to intensify the conflict, I picked up the basketball from Amy’s feet, turned it on my fingers, and asked the cashier:
I expressed disbelief, "You are right now where the ball is, so why haven't you seen any close contact with the basketball?"
I raised the remains of the basketball that looked like a dead starfish to the cashier’s eyes, raised an eyebrow and asked:
"Now I know how much it means, right?"
Hey, the core of the sun is only 15 million degrees. You have to go outside the Milky Way to find the 500 million degree temperature! In order to destroy a basketball and fly into the universe, NASA, which has been struggling with insufficient funds, would burst into tears!
"Huh, after a long day of rest, do you think I will touch anything related to music?" Amy scolded me for being inconsiderate, "Music is work, not fun at all! It's so annoying! And That's not a 'big' drum master but a 'tai' drum master! Don't bully me for not knowing Chinese characters, I can still distinguish 'big' and 'tai'!"
I quickly threw the basketball in my arms and let it hit another ball, causing the latter to change direction.
When I returned with the ball, Amy was having so much fun in front of the shooting machine that she didn't seem to notice that I had left. She shot five or six balls in succession, none of which made it into the frame, but three of them did. There is a tendency to rebound.
When I returned with the ball, Amy was having so much fun in front of the shooting machine that she didn't seem to notice that I had left. She shot five or six balls in succession, none of which made it into the frame, but three of them did. There is a tendency to rebound.
I used a standard shooting posture to shoot a ball, but it didn't go in, so I had to switch to a low shot against the shooting machine mode.
"Now I know how much it means, right?"
There are still 22 seconds left in the countdown, and the score is 40 points, which is far from a good result. I heard that there is an old lady in the city center who can score 256 goals in one minute.
After thinking about it, as if to prove it, Amy plucked up the courage to walk next to me and watch my pitching action up close.
I saw Amy stepping on the ball that hit her, and she couldn't get angry without killing it. She even tried to step on it with her whole body, but almost lost her balance and fell down. Fortunately, I stepped on it from the side. She held on.
The first one is "Beware of pickpockets" and the second one is "Child abduction is illegal."
Amy's disdainful eyes swept over the dancing machine and other music game consoles.
The cashier lady nodded politely to me and asked me secretly: "What a cute child. Is he a mixed race?"
After thinking about it, as if to prove it, Amy plucked up the courage to walk next to me and watch my pitching action up close.
"This kid..." the cashier lady came over and tried to dissuade her, "please don't put the basketball under your feet, okay?"
"Woo~~~~~~!!" The blond lady squatted on the ground holding her head, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.
"You idiot!" Amy screamed at me, "You are my exclusive valet, why do you care if the basketball hits others? It doesn't matter if they are hit to death, you just need to protect them. Okay, I’ll do it! What crime do you deserve for not being able to protect me well?"
There are still 22 seconds left in the countdown, and the score is 40 points, which is far from a good result. I heard that there is an old lady in the city center who can score 256 goals in one minute.
"Who allowed you to play this? The first thing I hate is music, the second thing I hate is sunshine, and the third thing I hate is ball games!"
When I returned with the ball, Amy was having so much fun in front of the shooting machine that she didn't seem to notice that I had left. She shot five or six balls in succession, none of which made it into the frame, but three of them did. There is a tendency to rebound.
The cashier lady nodded politely to me and asked me secretly: "What a cute child. Is he a mixed race?"
"Oh yeah! I made the shot, I made the shot!!"
"You idiot!" Amy screamed at me, "You are my exclusive valet, why do you care if the basketball hits others? It doesn't matter if they are hit to death, you just need to protect them. Okay, I’ll do it! What crime do you deserve for not being able to protect me well?"
Amy glared at her fiercely. It was probably due to the indirect reason of the cashier lady that she was hit by the ball. She was still angry. Not only did she want to put the basketball under her feet, but the cashier girl also had to keep it. Only by stepping on her body in a prostrate position can she calm down.
Unfortunately, the basket of the shooting machine was designed too low and the ball was smaller than normal. After the 1-minute countdown appeared on the coin toss, 6 seconds had passed and I didn’t even make a single shot. I made all the first three balls. Lost.
"Eh? Do you want to take it home as a souvenir?"
In order not to intensify the conflict, I picked up the basketball from Amy’s feet, turned it on my fingers, and asked the cashier:
"You make it easy," Amy pouted, "Unlike you who are cheap, my body is quite precious. Even the balls know it, so they often bump into it on purpose!"
"Who allowed you to play this? The first thing I hate is music, the second thing I hate is sunshine, and the third thing I hate is ball games!"
"Sorry, we broke this ball. Let's buy it. How much will it cost?"
"Sorry, we broke this ball. Let's buy it. How much will it cost?"
Hey, don’t worry about the details! I never understood what the little Japanese taiko drum was, so I casually called it a taiko drum master. And according to the Japanese custom of calling a particularly long sword "Tachi" and calling the eldest son of a family "Taro", maybe my drum master's translation is Shindaya!
Why do you still suspect that Amy was abducted by me? Do you know that this mixed-race kid whom you praised as cute just said that I don’t have to worry about you even if you get hit by a basketball? If I had known you didn't know a good person's heart, I wouldn't have saved that ball!
I shrugged, took out a bunch of keys from my trouser pocket, clamped it between my fingers and held it tightly. This "simple finger pointing" is a common tactic used by gangsters when fighting.
"It's not that easy to get hit by the ball, right?" I said, "Can't you just hide a little bit?"
The cashier lady looked at the ball in my hand doubtfully, "This... although it's a little dirty, it's not broken, right?"
I calmed down, finally regained my feeling, and hit 5 shots in a row. At this time, the countdown number had become 47 seconds, and the scoring screen next to me showed a bright red "5".
With a little luck, with a "pop" sound, my key poked a hole in the inferior basketball, and the plastic-smelling gas inside instantly leaked out.
I shrugged, took out a bunch of keys from my trouser pocket, clamped it between my fingers and held it tightly. This "simple finger pointing" is a common tactic used by gangsters when fighting.
I calmed down, finally regained my feeling, and hit 5 shots in a row. At this time, the countdown number had become 47 seconds, and the scoring screen next to me showed a bright red "5".
Amy was very angry when she heard me questioning her statement. She waved her two little fists vigorously and emphasized:
Hey, don’t worry about the details! I never understood what the little Japanese taiko drum was, so I casually called it a taiko drum master. And according to the Japanese custom of calling a particularly long sword "Tachi" and calling the eldest son of a family "Taro", maybe my drum master's translation is Shindaya!
I expressed disbelief, "You are right now where the ball is, so why haven't you seen any close contact with the basketball?"
I shrugged, took out a bunch of keys from my trouser pocket, clamped it between my fingers and held it tightly. This "simple finger pointing" is a common tactic used by gangsters when fighting.
Amy's disdainful eyes swept over the dancing machine and other music game consoles.
"It's not that easy to get hit by the ball, right?" I said, "Can't you just hide a little bit?"
With a little luck, with a "pop" sound, my key poked a hole in the inferior basketball, and the plastic-smelling gas inside instantly leaked out.
The first one is "Beware of pickpockets" and the second one is "Child abduction is illegal."
Amy jumped up to celebrate with joy. Her joyful twin tails reflected the golden light, causing a group of people not far away to turn their heads and look here. However, they seemed to be focusing on the outcome of a fighting game, so it was very difficult for them to do so. He quickly turned his head back.
After squatting on the ground in pain for a while, Amy stopped playing basketball, but she asked me to ask how much the basketball that hit her would cost.
I raised the remains of the basketball that looked like a dead starfish to the cashier’s eyes, raised an eyebrow and asked:
Seeing me playing basketball on my own, Amy felt that she was being ignored. Her boss said unhappily:
Accidentally hitting the ball, the ball bounced several times in the basket and actually slipped into the net. The number on the scoreboard immediately increased by one digit.
"It's true! This has been proven by facts! It can be called Amy's third law! - As long as I go where there are balls, I will inevitably have close contact with all kinds of balls!"
"Now I know how much it means, right?"
"It's not that easy to get hit by the ball, right?" I said, "Can't you just hide a little bit?"
"I...I want to throw one too! If it bounces back, you have to be the manservant to catch it!"
Hearing Amy getting angry at me, but not being able to hear all the words, the cashier lady worriedly picked up the phone receiver on the table, perhaps hesitating whether to dial 110 to call the police.
I couldn't help but laugh out loud, "How can there be such a thing! You obviously have no motor nerves, and you are always worried about being hit by the ball, but in the end you are afraid of what will happen!"
The cashier lady nodded politely to me and asked me secretly: "What a cute child. Is he a mixed race?"