The Sleeping Prince's Romance

"Hmph, are you going to beat me in a fight if you lose to me in tennis?"

Even surrounded by five teenagers who were at least one head taller than him, Ryoma's small head was still held high, without the slightest timid expression:

"And even when you fight, you fight together as five people. Are you afraid to fight me one-on-one?"

Being at an absolute disadvantage, Longma Yaya's personality has not changed at all, as if the one who is about to be beaten up is not him, and he is not at all afraid that after the five teenagers are stimulated by him, the damage he will suffer will be even worse. Heavy.

For Ryoma, all despicable people are the objects of his contempt.

"You're courting death, brat!"

Ryoma's venomous tongue really made the five teenagers even more angry. With their red eyes open, the five showed ferocious expressions and huge fists at Ryoma at the same time.

Knowing that the fate of being beaten today is inevitable, and also knowing that no matter what, he is no match for five tall and burly white boys, so Ryoma simply didn't even dodge, just staring at the caller The five teenagers didn't even blink their eyes.

Ryoma's stubborn and mocking eyes, as if he wanted to remember their looks firmly, made those five teenagers feel timid for a moment!

And this shred of timidity made the five teenagers suddenly become angry from embarrassment, and they were frightened by a ten-year-old dwarf just by looking at them. This is much more embarrassing than losing to him in tennis!

The fist, which was already fierce, suddenly became fiercer.

However, today seems to be the unlucky day for the five of them, and the lucky day for the little dwarf in front of them. The fists of the five have not even touched the corner of Ryoma's clothes. Bang" five impacts sounded almost at the same time.

Then, after a few tenths of a second, a sharp pain came from the hands of the five teenagers at the same time, making them all howl loudly, and bent down clutching their red, swollen and ruptured fists in pain.

From the corner of their eyes, they saw an Asian boy who looked about twelve or thirteen years old standing between themselves and the others and that stinky brat. He appeared so suddenly, as if he had come out of nowhere.

No one present noticed when and how he appeared.

If it wasn't for the severe pain in their fists, maybe they would have thought they were dreaming.

However, when they met the cold eyes of the boy who suddenly appeared, they only felt a biting chill rising from the soles of their feet, and for a moment, even their breathing froze for a bit.

At this time, the pain in the hands seemed insignificant. Compared with the fear of being killed that rose from the bottom of my heart, the pain in the body was really negligible.

At this moment, the five teenagers who were so arrogant just now seemed not to even have the thought of running away.

"Don't go away!"

The boy's icy voice was heard in the ears of the five teenagers at this moment, but it was as sweet as fairy music. They covered their painful hands and didn't even dare to turn their heads. They just rushed out of the alley staggeringly. , as if there was a ghost chasing after him.

"It's so majestic, Brother Cilang!"

Seeing the young man showing off his power, Ryoma showed pure joy on his face, and said to the young man in a brisk tone.

Yes, needless to say, the boy who suddenly appeared was Jirou who came out to look for Ryoma.

"If I don't come today, will you be beaten?"

Cilang tapped Ryoma's head vigorously with his fingers, and a red mark instantly appeared on Ryoma's smooth forehead.

"It hurts!"

Ryoma clutched his forehead and let out a cry, while the big amber cat glared at Jirou fiercely:

"Why did you hit me, brother Cilang?"

Hearing Ryoma's dissatisfied complaints in his ears, Cirou remained expressionless and did not soften his heart:

"Knowing the pain and still being so stubborn, can't you run if you can't beat it?"

Although Ryoma's combat effectiveness may indeed be poor, the speed and endurance he has trained for playing tennis all year round are not comparable to ordinary people. With his short stature, he might be able to shake off five people.

However, because of his personality, the word "escape" did not exist in Ryoma's dictionary from the beginning.

"Only the weak run away."

Sure enough, Longma curled his lips and said disapprovingly.

"The one who gets beaten up is not a strong person."

Cirou shook his head, but stopped entangled in this issue. If Ryoma really escaped, he would not be the proud little prince he knew.

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Ryoma's character is so sharp, he immediately noticed the softening in Jirou's voice, even though his words were not so pleasant, it still didn't affect Ryoma's good mood.

"When did you come to America, brother Cilang?"

Ryoma asked Ciro:

"Did you come here specially to cheer for the dragon horse race?"

--Contest?come on?

Ryoma's words made Cirou stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that Ryoma did call himself not long ago, telling himself to participate in the U.S. Youth Tennis Tournament, and has already passed all the way to the finals.

It's just that I was not in a particularly good mood because of Xinyi's affairs in those days, so I forgot about it.

Really almost missed it!

Looking at the joy and anticipation in the eyes of the little boy in front of him, as long as there is still something called intelligence quotient, Cirou will not be able to shake his head.

"Ah, of course I came here on purpose to cheer on Ryoma."

There was no sign of guilty conscience on Cirou's face, maybe he was good at hiding his emotions, so even Ryoma didn't notice the fluctuation in his heart:

"I'm waiting to see the moment when Ryoma hangs the championship medal."

Obviously, Ryoma was very happy to be affirmed by the brother he admired and liked. Even though he tried his best to suppress the corners of his upturned mouth, he was not so successful:

"Since you like the championship medal so much, I'll give it to you after I win."

Long Ma's tone was confident, as if the champion was already in his pocket.

"Well, then I'll be waiting for your gift, Ryoma."

He reached out and rubbed Ryoma's head, the soft dark green hair felt as good as Ryoma's when he was a child.

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Ever since I was in elementary school, I felt that I had grown up, Ryoma, whose head was not even allowed to be touched by his mother, did not look unhappy at this time, but enjoyed it very much. It looks like a cute kitten, which softens the look in Cilang's eyes.

"Go, let's go home together."

Cilang said to Ryoma.

"Ah."

Ryoma nodded, held Jirou's hand, and walked side by side towards home.

Under the setting sun, the two figures, one big and one small, looked so harmonious.