Deep sea mermaid head-to-head strategy

After Sweet's friends came, he didn't go out much.

Klein came to take care of the flowers and plants and feed the fish every day as usual, but the seats on the balcony were always empty, and occasionally laughter could be heard from inside.

What are they doing in there?

Klein absentmindedly watered the flowers with the shower, until the shower stopped spraying water, only to realize that he had poured a whole pot of water into the flower bed.

Small puddles had already accumulated in the flower bed, and Klein felt a little bit in his heart, it's too bad.

I've been watering too much lately, and the two-color flowers are a little wilted. I'm afraid the roots will be soaked in this pot of water.

He hurriedly put down the kettle and looked for a tool to scour the excess water out in the yard. In a hurry, he tripped over a pickaxe standing by the wall and knocked down several brackets that fixed the flower branches in the flower bed, and the brackets fell to the ground. On the kettle, there was a clatter.

Klein hurried to tidy up. Just as he bent down, he heard someone from upstairs asking, "What happened?"

Klein looked up in a panic, and found that it was Ferguson and Wenger who came out of the house to the balcony.

It was Wenger who asked the question just now, and Ferguson leaned on the railing curiously and looked down.

"No, it's okay, I just accidentally knocked something down." Klein said as he put the pick back up, and then lifted the bracket.

"Hey, your name is..." Ferguson searched for Klein's name in his mind.

Wenger next to him pushed his shoulder and said mockingly, "His name is Klein. You forgot it in the past few days. Are you out of your mind?"

Ferguson kicked back unhappily, and said angrily: "He is not an important person, isn't it normal that I forgot!"

Klein didn't feel much when he heard this sentence. He was not important to Ferguson, and he kept on finding the broom to collect the soil dug up from the flower bed.

Wenger followed Klein with interest, and said, "To me, Klein is a very important person."

Ferguson was puzzled: "When did you get so familiar with him?"

Just as Wenger was about to speak, Sweet's cold voice came: "If you don't come in again, I will close the door."

Wenger immediately turned around with a smile and said, "Return, I will return now."

Then, looking down at Klein from the balcony, he said, "Klein, we're going to have lunch soon. I've been wanting to chat with you for the past few days, but I haven't had the chance. Would you like to stay and have lunch with us?"

When he heard Sweet's voice, half of Klein's mind was taken away, and the remaining half was thinking hard:

He didn't know Wenger, Ferguson or the rest of the group well, and it would have been awkward to have lunch together.

But correspondingly, if he stays, he can see Sweet.

He hadn't seen Sweet for several days and really wanted to, but would Sweet want to see him?

Klein hesitated: "I..."

Wenger seemed to see what he was thinking, and raised his voice and asked, "Switt, is it okay?"

Ferguson chimed in: "Sweeter, let him have lunch with us."

All three people present were waiting for Sweet's answer. After a while, a rambling voice said, "As you like."

Wenger said to Klein with a smile: "Sweite agreed, and I will leave the rest to Patton. Come in quickly."

Klein didn't expect Sweet to agree, so he nodded blankly.

"Okay, I...it's okay, this place will be cleaned up soon,"

Speaking of this, he remembered that he hadn't delivered fish soup to Sweet for a while, so he pursed his lips and said, "I'll pack up and go home first, and tell my grandpa before coming back!"

Klein put the yard in order, and then ran home.

Wenger and Ferguson went back from the balcony and sat down by the sofa.

There is a sink about the size of a coffee table on the table. The water in the sink seems to be separated by inadvertent air, and it is divided into grids like a chess board. Some grids contain water, and some grids contain water. no water.

Chess pieces are molded with water on the top of the grid, and the details are clearly visible. Except for the transparency, there is no difference from the real chess pieces.

After returning, Ferguson glanced at the chessboard, widened his eyes and asked, "Did you play chess while I was out?"

The person sitting opposite him looked like a blue-haired boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, and said contemptuously: "Do you think everyone wins by cheating like you?"

As he spoke, he lifted his finger, and a piece made of water moved across the chessboard obliquely. After hitting a piece, the piece that was hit was like a punctured balloon, and fell back to the chessboard below with a clatter.

"Ah! My queen!" Ferguson beat his chest and stamped his feet.

"Impossible, you are definitely playing chess!"

"I didn't move!"

Ferguson didn't believe it, he turned his head and asked Sweet, who was sitting on a chair reading a book: "Sweet, is he moving?"

Sweet didn't answer, and the blue-haired boy lifted his chin proudly: "If you don't say Sweet, you don't have it."

Ferguson turned back, stared at the chessboard angrily, and kicked Wenger next to him: "It's all your fault, don't you know how to watch for me!"

Wenger got kicked in vain, with a "nothing to do with me" expression on his face.

Ferguson bit his lip, stood up abruptly and waved his hand, a large number of chess pieces on the chessboard were smashed by him.

"Stop playing, stop playing, Sweet put away the chessboard!"

"You cheated on Ferguson again."

"It's worthy of cheating on Ferguson."

Ferguson became furious: "Anyway, I don't want to play anymore! I'm going to have lunch with Klein!"

The chess piece fell back into the sink, and Sweet, who was reading a book, moved his finger, and the air wall blocking the edge of the grid was sucked away, and the water in the sink immediately circulated in one piece.

Speaking of Klein, the blue-haired boy leaned back on the sofa and said, "Wenger, are you sick? Why did you let him have lunch with us?"

Ferguson answered quickly: "He is a human! Human! Is it the first time we have dinner with a human?"

Blue-haired boy: "Even if you want to eat with humans, you have to choose something similar. He is too low-grade and dirty. I lose my appetite when I see him."

Wenger let out a soft "huh", his red hair flowed red in the sun, glanced at Sweet, and said meaningfully: "Don't you think he is very interesting?"

When Klein returned home, he quickly washed up, changed into clean clothes, and waited at the door of the kitchen with an insulated box in his arms.

As soon as grandpa's fish soup came out of the pot, he immediately handed over his own insulated box, closed the lid after filling it, turned around and ran away.

Grandpa wanted to stop him and bring some more bread, but he had already disappeared, so he shook his head, "This kid."

Klein had been depressed for several days because he couldn't see Sweet, but now he was completely open, feeling refreshed physically and mentally, and ran all the way to the next door.

Standing at the door and straightening his clothes, he knocked on the door and opened it to go in. Before Sweet and the others came down, the aroma was already wafting from the kitchen.

Klein went into the kitchen with ease and helped Parton, bringing dishes to the table one by one.

When the last dish was served, Sweet came down from the stairs, saw Klein, and nodded to him. Wenger greeted Klein cordially behind Sweet, and Klein smiled cautiously.

Sweeta opened the chair and sat down, and the remaining three people also sat down one by one.

Klein struggled and didn't know where to sit, Wenger waved and said, "Klein, come, sit here with me."

No one objected, Klein went around the table and sat down beside Wenger.

Sweeping on the table, he gave a soft "ah".

"What's wrong?" Wenger asked.

Klein whispered, "I forgot to serve the fish soup I brought."

"Fish soup?"

"Uh... my grandpa made it, and Sweet liked that so I brought it over."

Wenger turned his head and asked, "Patton, where's Klein's fish soup?"

Parton glanced at Sweet first, and seeing that Sweet had no intention of speaking, he leaned over and said, "The fish soup is in the kitchen."

Wenger smiled and said, "Klein brought it here on purpose. Since Sweet likes it, let us have a taste too."

The words "Sweet likes" touched others.

The blue-haired boy showed doubts, while Ferguson urged him curiously. Butler Parton sighed slightly, answered "Yes", and turned to the kitchen.