Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

"Why are we still here doing hard labor after the Spring Festival is over?"

In the messy courtyard, Ito carried a rockery on his shoulders and questioned Kuki Shinobu who was standing aside writing notes.

"This is not coolie, it is welfare, boss," Jiuqi Ren said calmly, adding another amount to Yidou's total workload today, "The salary for the aftermath work is three times the previous one."

"But I want to go out! I want to drink! I want to play cards! I want to catch new ghost bugs!!!"

Yidou was stamping his feet and howling, while throwing the rockery three-pointer into the cart in the distance.

With a clang, the fragile stone hit the cart filled with sundries and cracked miserably.

The skirmisher carried a huge fake stone bonsai, walked over, kicked the bottom of the cart, confirmed that the cart was healthy, and piled the bonsai on top.

The skirmishers had been helping in the kitchen before, but now that the banquet was over and they no longer needed help, they came over to clean up the courtyard together.

He looked quite slender, but he was very strong. He could move heavy objects all day long without even breathing.

A bit of surprise arose, and it quickly passed through Jiuki-nin's mind.

After hanging out with Arataki Yidou, a typical heterosexual, for a long time, everything she saw was no longer strange.

But it is very different in the eyes of others.

The delicate and taciturn young man worked hard and without complaint, occasionally wiping his dusty little face with his wrist, which was in sharp contrast to the howling white cow not far away.

The eager maids were holding water and snacks, like a group of cats staring at their prey, their heads following the pace of the skirmishers as they walked around the courtyard.

Kuki shook his head secretly.

I hope they won't be too shocked after seeing the character of the country.

Brother Nanke and Shenli returned from seeing off guests outside the courtyard.

Probably something interesting happened. Kamisato Ayahua lowered her head and touched Nanke's shoulder, covering her mouth and laughing. Kamisato Ayato walked two steps behind them, with the corners of her lips slightly raised.

Speaking of which, Miss Nanke, like the two Kamisatos, both lost their parents at a young age.

There should be a lot of common topics.

Jiu Qi Ren thought so and didn't bother him.

The skirmishers also saw them. They stood holding a bundle of wet bamboo tubes in their arms, pursed their lips in displeasure, and suddenly let go.

The sound of the bamboo tube clattering to the ground attracted the attention of the three people on the road, and they all turned their heads.

"Then I'll leave first." Nanke turned to Kamisato Ayaka and said.

"Want to come over for dinner tonight?" Kamisato Ayaka asked.

Nanke shook his head with a smile, lifted up his skirt, stepped into the messy grass on the roadside, and walked towards the skirmishers.

"When I think about Nanke leaving in a few days," Kamisato Ayaka looked at Nanke's back reluctantly, "I feel lonely."

"She lives in Inazuma City. If you miss her, you can go find her at any time." Kamisato Ayato patted Kamisato Ayaka on the shoulder.

"That's different," Kamisato Ayaka shook her head, "Living under the same roof, we are not only friends, but also like family, right?"

"Huh?" Kamisato Ayato was surprised, "I mean Ayaka..."

Is there no place for him in this family so quickly?

"My brother thought so too, so he asked me to make friends with Nanke. I think it's good," Kamisato Ayaka said mid-sentence. Seeing Kamisato Ayato's blank expression, she stopped, "Well, it's time Could it be that I misunderstood something?"

"Haha," Kamisato Ayato smiled bitterly and walked forward with his hands behind his back, "If you're not careful, Ayaka will be old enough to think about such things."

"Brother," Linghua caught up with him, "Brother, don't you have any ideas about Nanke..."

Bamboo tubes on the ground.

Nanke wanted to help pick it up, but a skirmisher grabbed his hand: "Don't touch it, it will scratch you."

Nanke raised his head and met the skirmisher's eyes, then straightened up helplessly: "Then you did this on purpose?"

The skirmisher hummed and didn't answer. He picked up the scattered bamboo tubes with his hands and walked towards the cart.

"Miss Nanke, you're here just in time. Let's take Guobeng to have a rest." Jiuqi Ren came over, "He has been busy all day and has never stopped."

"What's wrong?" Nanke asked.

"Over there." Jiu Qi Ren glanced at the maids in the corner of the courtyard who were staring closely at the stragglers, with a confused expression on their faces, "Maybe they thought they would be surrounded when they were resting, so they simply didn't rest."

Skirmishers can indeed do this.

"They..." Nanke looked at the group of girls, "Do you have anything important to do with Guobeng?"

"Well," when he was working in a restaurant, he unfortunately encountered a customer who made secret advances to Nanke, but was given a good person card. Kuqi Ren expressed his understanding of her occasional emotional intelligence drop, "probably... a girl's feelings. Bar?"

Nanke was startled and realized.

They like skirmishers.

Nanke followed the girls' eager gazes and looked toward the end.

The face of the young man, somewhere between delicate and handsome, deliberately restrained his emotions and was filled with a sense of alienation. He looked very inaccessible.

But the neat and busy movements are particularly down-to-earth.

The cheeks are reddish from sweat, the fine hair on the temples is damp with sweat, and the eyes are focused on the matter at hand.

Nanke lowered his eyes, puzzled by the slight sourness that suddenly surged into his throat.

"Okay." Nanke said.

When walking towards the skirmishers, the eyes that were directed at the skirmishers naturally fell on Nanke.

Nanke stood in front of the skirmishers with those rays of light on his back: "Guobeng, do you want to take a rest?"

"Whatever." The skirmisher let go and put the fake stone that had just been lifted back to its place. He patted the dust on his hands and was about to say something when he noticed that Nanke's cheeks were tense and looked inexplicably nervous. He asked, "What's wrong?" ?”

Nanke's eyes flickered and he said nothing.

Skirmishers can easily notice something unusual around them.

It was nothing more than a few strange strangers standing aside and staring at them.

The three melons and two dates that surround Nanke are no different from those who try to win her attention.

It's just that the target has been changed, and the reaction is so subtle?

"Hey," the skirmisher raised his hand and turned Nanke's face back to face him, meaningfully, "You're not jealous, are you?"

Nanke's expression suddenly became tighter.

Ming Ming is someone who always pays attention to keeping a distance on weekdays to avoid causing other people to misunderstand.

In front of so many people around him, the temperature on his cheeks gradually rose in his hands, but he showed no signs of breaking away.

It seems to be made for someone.

His guess was confirmed almost instantly.

The skirmisher was suddenly curious. How would she react if he kissed her like this in front of everyone?

The skirmisher's eyes became hot and narrow.

This is a sign of trying to cause harm.

The heat was on the verge of reaching its limit. Nanke suddenly grabbed the hand on his face and lost his voice: "Anyway, let's go take a rest!"

After saying that, no matter how undisguisedly the stragglers laughed behind him, they quickly walked out of the courtyard, dragging them with them.

Jealous?

Nanke's heart was agitated.

To put it bluntly, it’s just jealousy, right?

How could she be jealous? She just...

Just what?

I don't understand.

I only know this matter, and the more I think about it, the more I feel angry.

"Do you think they will give up?"

Nanke was suddenly pulled by a skirmisher.

For a short stretch of uninhabited winding path, Nanke looked at the short bamboo half as tall as a man on the side of the road without looking back, always feeling that he would be unable to control his anger.

"Come here." The skirmisher pulled her into the bamboo.

The small space next to the corner was dark and narrow. Nanke was pressed down by the skirmishers and sat on the soft withered bamboo leaves. The ridged bamboo branches and the voices outside were blocked by the bodies of the skirmishers.

It was the girls who followed.

"Who was that woman just now?"

"She's Guobeng's sister."

"Is that so? It scared me..." was a tone of relief.

They quickly turned the corner and the sound of their footsteps disappeared.

"Understood?" The soldier looked down at Nanke.

Nanke clutched the hard pebbles under his hands and said in a harsh voice, "Is it too late to regret now?"

"It's too late." The soldier half pinched her face and gloated, "But if you are willing to admit that you are jealous, I will reluctantly kiss you. How about - 'Sister, sister'?"

A few tiny rays of light fell from the back of the skirmisher's head. Nanke opened his mouth and looked at the beautiful face in front of him without answering.

Because those girls came back again.

"Strange, where did Guobeng go?"

Just be jealous if you're jealous.

Nanke gave up thinking and raised his hands to wrap around the neck of the skirmisher and stick to him.

I should have known this.

Just when I was checking in, I held the pen.