The handsome men of the comics rushed over

After saying goodbye to Zhou Zhu and the others, Yuan Jiao did not go home. Instead, she went straight to a snack bar and took Jin Lian with her to eat happily.

Yuan Jiao touched her bulging belly and looked at the large amount of snacks that she hadn't eaten yet. "Jin Lian, do you want to eat more?"

"Master, I can't eat anymore." Jinlian touched her stomach. She had never eaten so full before.

"Okay, we'll come again next time." He looked at the snack bars in front of him reluctantly, stretched out his hand, and waited for us to come again next time.

Yuanjiao and Jinlian did not take a taxi back because they were too full and wanted to walk back.

Walking into the dark street, Jinlian clung to Yuanjiao tightly, "Master, it's so dark here."

"Don't be afraid, the street lights here are broken and haven't been repaired yet." Yuan Jiao touched Jinlian's hair.

Suddenly, there were several drunken and laughing voices coming from behind, and Yuan Jiao felt very uncomfortable with what they said.

"Fuck, that woman just looked down on me, but in the end, she still got succumbed to me..."

"That's great, Nakamura-kun."

Compliments came one after another from behind.

"Stop, woman in front." Several boys were holding a drunk boy in the middle, who must be the so-called Nakamura-kun.

Yuan Jiao turned around, looking confused, and pointed at herself with her index finger, "Are you calling me?"

When Yuan Jiao turned around, Nakamura's eyes lit up. He broke free from the hand of the person next to him and staggered to Yuan Jiao, "Yes, I'm talking about you."

"Is there anything wrong?" Yuan Jiao was a little uneasy.

The terrified look further stimulated these boys who had no self-control.

"Play with me." The alcohol-filled breath was getting closer and closer to Yuan Jiao.

"No, no." Yuan Jiao moved her body to try to break free from Nakamura-kun, but the boy's huge strength prevented her from breaking free.

The people behind him agreed with laughter, "You'd better obey Nakamura-kun, so that you can suffer less."

Yuan Jiao lowered her eyes, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking. A gentle breeze blew, ruffling her hair, and a burst of fragrance wafted into her nose. Nakamura closed his eyes and sniffed it for enjoyment.

"Really? I'll play with you." The low voice was like the calm before the storm, but the drunk man didn't feel any danger at all.

"Swoosh" a ball rushed towards Nakamura-kun. Nakamura-kun pounced forward due to the force of the ball. Yuan Jiao hurriedly tried to dodge to the side to prevent the ball from pounced on her.

The man lying on the ground held his waist, leaned against the wall with difficulty, and looked towards the dark alley fiercely, "Who hit me?"

Yuan Jiao had never known that someone could say something so greasy and unpleasant about "Young Master". She stretched out her little finger to scratch her ear.

Hmm...it sounds better when Atobe says it.

The other thugs didn't drink much to begin with, so they sobered up instantly and helped Nakamura up.

A tall figure walked out of the dark alley. He had a pale and expressionless face, a haughty look in his eyes, and the aura he exuded was like that of a gangster. He held a tennis racket in his hand.

Yuan Jiao turned her head and saw the tennis ball bouncing beside her. She nodded. She had not thought that tennis ball could have such a function. She understood.

"Do you know who he is? How dare you hit him?" A man stood up, and seeing the tall figure of Akutsu Jin, he sensed a bad smell and his legs shook involuntarily.

Akutsu Jin laughed disdainfully, threw the ball in his hand upward, and pike hard at the person who spoke.

"Ah--" The man was frightened and took a step back. He sat on the ground, looking at the spinning ball with fear in his eyes. In a short while, a water stain appeared on the ground.