Disciples are good, dolls are bad

There must be your reasons. "

"..." Seeing his firm expression, I fell silent for a moment, then squinted and smiled, and put my hand on his shoulder lightly:

"As expected of my good son. My mother will always support you. Go." (Author: Pfft, when did you become his mother?! Baby: I am the queen of Qingxue, and the team members of Qingxue are all my people. Of course he can also be regarded as my son. Pfft, it’s just for a moment.)

"Mom, mother?!" Everyone present turned pale with shock, Atobe's mouth was big enough to hold a salted duck egg.

"Baby, doll-senpai..." -_-|||Tezuka was ashamed, and the face of the Qingxue team behind him was full of black lines.

"... Sister Baby, can you change your bad taste?" It will scare children.

"MADAMADADANE." Only Ryoma Chu didn't change his mind. Sure enough, after getting along for a long time, it's no surprise?

Therefore, the result of reluctantly playing the game was to lose the game. In the end, Ryoma won the last singles victory with Bingdi.

Therefore, as I have always emphasized before, the law of male protagonists can never be violated.

Prince72. Life is spinning like a hula hoop

"Echizen House"

Kicking open the door of the bathroom with a "bang", Ryoma who was brushing his teeth inside was startled, turned his head to look at the door, and saw the messy and conspicuous wine red spark head.

"Why? Have you never seen a beautiful woman?" I rolled my eyes and said, "I brushed my teeth until the door was closing, you shit inside?"

"Madamadadane." I had nothing good to say early in the morning, and I didn't bother to argue with her.

"Yawn~" He yawned sleepily, scratched his weed-like hair and walked in.

I went to the washstand and squeezed out the toothpaste, looking at the "haggard" face in the mirror in front of me, I sighed for a while.

"Oh~ I've worked too hard recently, my face has become so haggard, and my skin is dry, it seems that I need to take a few beauty sleeps to replenish moisture." Said, with a toothbrush in his mouth, he leaned towards the mirror Winking, the dragon horse beside him was speechless for a while.

"Hey, come over, I can't even wash my face." Ryoma squeezed this way.

"Oh, damn (little) ghost (poof, YY one), you dare to hinder me from getting a beauty treatment? By the way, why do I have to share the same bathroom with you? Get the hell out of your parents' bathroom! Anyway, you Even if his face is washed, no one will look at it! Die, die, die!" Kick kicked his butt hard.

"It's not just for you, or is it because you are so big that you have to stand in such a big position?" Ryoma leaned back firmly.

"Damn, are you beating around the bush and saying that I'm fat? Even if these places are all empty, I won't give it to you, you cut my belly!" Kicked his foot on his buttocks and pushed hard.

"Madamadadane."

"Seppuku..."

As a result, a thrilling "battle for the bathroom" belonging to the young couple was staged in the bathroom this morning as usual.

The two walked out of the bathroom with disheveled clothes and disheveled hair (poof, it makes people think about it), with stinky expressions on their faces.

"Oh, are you two fighting again?" Lunzi, who came over with breakfast, looked up and saw the habitual scene.

"This guy provoked me first." How dare you say I'm fat?I don't know how standard my figure is, I can be Miss World!

"It's normal for young couples to fight. As the saying goes, fight at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed. Just leave them alone." Nanjiro seemed to be stating something natural.

"Damn old man, what are you talking about? Believe it or not, I'll slap you to death? Who is the young couple with him?" If he were my husband, I would have gone back to my mother's house alone. Is it possible to live with him? (puff)

"Okay, baby, Ryoma, come over and have breakfast. Today's breakfast is your favorite Japanese breakfast." Nanako.

"I don't like Japanese food. I like Chinese food. Of course Chinese people want to eat Chinese food." I don't like foreigners.

"But don't you usually say that you like Japanese food? That's why I made Japanese food specially, and you often asked me to make Japanese food before." I really don't understand how it changed so quickly. ?

"What? What are you talking about? Why can't I understand half a sentence, please speak Chinese, please." He picked his nose.

"..." Got it, I'm still arguing.

"As the saying goes, a woman's heart is fickle." Nanjiro, who was sitting at the gate of the courtyard, sighed again.

"Damn. Old man, are you in menopause? So sentimental, like a woman. It's disgusting."

"Baby, ignore him. Here, your milk." Lunzi handed over a bottle of milk that he must drink every day.

"Ryoma, you have to drink too. Didn't your senior tell you to drink more milk?" Ryoma also has a share.

"Mom, I really don't want to drink." Even if I drink, I won't grow taller, so depressing.

"Ha, with his pea-like height, it's useless to drink cow's milk directly, not to mention it's processed." He glanced at him mockingly.

"..."-_-|||Ryoma gave her a very depressed look, then picked up the milk and drank it with his head raised.

"Oh, you really can't stand the stimulation. Didn't you say you don't want to drink? Look at your eagerness to grow taller, drink slowly, child, no one will compete with you." Poof, continue to groan.

"Pfft~" A milky white liquid sprayed out magnificently: "Cough, cough cough..."

"Look, I told you to drink slowly, did you choke? Alas, children nowadays are really at a disadvantage if they don't listen to their elders." Spreading their hands helplessly.

"...Can... Can I ask you to stop talking..." Ryoma's hand holding the bottle was trembling uncontrollably, and there was a tendency to explode. He just wanted to kill this guy now...

"By the way, Ryoma, you seem very leisurely this morning. Didn't you do morning exercises?" Nanako asked suspiciously.

"En." He breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down his emotions, and continued to eat breakfast.

"Isn't there a game meeting today?" Nanjiro couldn't help but ask again.

"Dad, why do you know?" Ryoma looked back at him.

"Gudong. Don't you know? This old man and that old woman are having an affair, maybe they have an affair secretly." He joked while drinking milk casually.

"Old woman? You mean... Coach Ryuzaki?" That's right, no wonder he is so clear about Qinggaku's schedule. (Hey, Ryoma, wouldn't you be shocked that your own father had an affair with a woman who wasn't your mother?)

"Hey! Baby, what are you talking about, who is having an affair with that old woman!" Nanjiro jumped up excitedly.

"Oh, it turned out to be an affair." Rinko looked at him meaningfully with a half-smile, and Nanjiro was shocked.

"No, no! Who would have an affair with that wrinkled old woman! Uncle, I am innocent!"

"Why are you so excited? What I'm talking about is private communication. Where did you think? Ahhh, what a perverted old man."

"... Baby, baby, please don't use such abbreviated words next time, it will kill people..." I thought I was going to be soaked in a pig cage.sweat.

"However, teacher-student romance is very popular now, maybe..." The topic changed, and it returned to this topic.

"Maybe it's not! Don't talk about this topic again! Change the topic!" It's really unbearable, the uncle's heart can't stand the stimulation. (By the way, Nanjiro, why are you so excited? Even if you really tell it, no one will believe it. Or is it true? Pfft.)

"Huh? Ryoma, what are you putting in your schoolbag?" Nanako looked at the tennis bag beside Ryoma.

Ryoma turned his head and reached out to take out a book and put it on the table. "Xiuyingshe" was written on the cover, and several ping-pong paintings were also drawn.

"Puha, don't you want to compete in table tennis at today's ball skills conference?" You actually went to buy a textbook on table tennis?

"So what?" Ryoma glanced angrily.

"Puhaha, you want to play ping-pong? I'm so laughing. If you buy this kind of book and practice on your own, it's better to find a coach to teach you. Hey, listen to me, China is a country of ping-pong, ping-pong It's our Chinese national game. If we compare it to playing table tennis, we will never lose, how about it? Sister, I can teach you personally, and I will charge you half of the tuition." Walking over to catch up with him with a playful smile There was a smirk over his shoulder.

"No need." Long Ma opened the claws on his shoulders.If I let her teach, I might be ridiculed by her, or I might be used as a topic of discussion after dinner, and I would be ashamed to death?

Ryoma picked up the ball bag and got up: "I'm going to school."

"Oh, Ryoma, don't you want to eat any more? I'll be hungry at the sports meeting later!" Lunzi shouted hastily.

"No need, I'm going out." Ryoma turned and walked out the door.

"Be careful on the road~"

I picked my nose and looked at him: "A child is a child, and he gets angry after only a few words."

"Baby, we men, what we like to hear most is girls' compliments on us, and what we don't like to hear the most is my wife's ridicule to me. You should say more good things to him, so that the married life will be better. Harmony." Minami Jiro made another speech of gratitude.

"Married life? Old man, do you really regard me and him as a young couple? Believe it or not, I broke up the two of you first?"

"No, baby, as the saying goes, it is better to tear down ten temples than to destroy a family. Although uncle, I also want to sing Twilight Love, but..." Nanjiro has so many "common sayings" today.

"You old man