When I Bind the Plot Maintenance System

After Zhu Fukongliang finished speaking, he got out of the gap between Jianggu Ling and the door, then ran back to his room next door, slept on the bed, covered the quilt, and closed his eyes again.

His sleep quality has always been good, often closing his eyes and falling asleep after a while.

Then he opened his eyes, and he came to the familiar swing again.

But the strange thing is that this time, neither Hagihara Kenji nor Matsuda Jinpei appeared soon, and Zhufu Kongliang was a little strange.

Zhu Fukongliang recalled their agreement yesterday, and made sure that neither of them mentioned that they would not come today, and they also made an appointment for this place. He definitely remembered correctly.

Zhu Fukongliang sat bored on the swing, leaning on the swing, his toes on the sand, his eyes lowered slightly, and the golden sand was reflected in his blue eyes.

The time they would play together would always start after Matsuda Jinping and the others ended school. When it was almost dark, Hagihara Kenji and the others would wave goodbye because they were going home for dinner.

Generally speaking, it takes half an hour to an hour.

In fact, it can not be completely said to be playing, most of the time is chatting. It's just that the background of their chat is sometimes on a swing, sometimes on a horizontal bar not far away, and sometimes on a slide.

Matsuda Jinhei would occasionally bring a soccer ball over, and he would also secretly bring parts that he didn't know about.

If you think about it, it's actually pretty boring. But I don't know why, I just feel... very relaxed.

The sky was getting dark, and the sunlight that had illuminated the sandy ground gradually disappeared.

I don't know what month it is here, but the weather is a little cold. Zhu Fukongliang loosened the somewhat cold iron rope, put his hand next to the swing board, and kicked the sand beside his feet from time to time.

If I had known that I had brought a book, at least I could pass the time. Zhu Fukongliang thought in his heart.

This small park is relatively remote and should even be considered abandoned, so almost no one comes back on weekdays, and there are no street lights around for lighting.

Even walking here in the middle of the night, it still looks like a prelude to a horror movie.

...they're so slow today.

Zhu Fukongliang didn't have a watch, and his sense of time was a bit poor, so some couldn't tell what time it was.

Just when Zhu Fukongliang yawned for the third time, there was a voice not far away.

"...It's all this time, he must have gone back long ago."

"But it's better to come and have a look." Hagihara Kenji complained: "I haven't been looking for you for so long... Why did you get locked in that place?"

"Can you blame me?"

After they were really close, Hagihara Kenji and Matsuda Jinhei opened their eyes in surprise, and they met Zhu Fukong Ryo, who was sitting silently on the swing.

Under the moonlight, Zhu Fukongliang found that Matsuda Jinping had many injuries on his body, the most obvious on his face, and the red and swollen corners of his mouth. And the position of the calf seems to be scratched by something, there is a very long hole, but it does not look deep, and there is no blood.

This time, even Hagihara Kenji was a little embarrassed, as if he was rolling around in a dirty corner.

"You guys are so slow." Zhu Fukongliang said these words slowly as the beginning after reading the new look of the two of them.

"...Are you still waiting for us!? Didn't your parents come to see you?" Hagihara Kenji took the lead to greet you: "It's so late!"

"Tsk, don't you know that you went back?" Matsuda Jinping also frowned.

"You didn't say you wouldn't come today." After Zhu Fukongliang answered this sentence in a calm tone, his eyes fell on the wound on the corner of Songtian Zhenping's mouth: "You were beaten again."

Immediately, a blue vein rose up on Matsuda Jinping's forehead: "...Your tone is very irritating!"

"Why?" Zhu Fukongliang said strangely, "I'm telling the truth."

Matsuda Jinhei looked even more angry.

Hagihara Kenji immediately rounded up: "Okay, okay, Jinping, you know that Kong Ryo doesn't mean that!"

"So Xiaokong Ryo, where is your home? Can I take you home?" Hagihara Kenji worried: "If it's far away, why don't you go to my home first, and then call your parents?"

Matsuda Jinping was obviously holding back a breath, not to Zhu Fukong, but it was still revealed in his tone, "Are you an idiot? We haven't been here for so long and don't know how to go back!"

Hagihara Kenji even held Zhu Fukong Ryo's hand, which was the most intimate gesture Hagihara Kenji had done during the time they knew each other: "Your hands are so icy!"

However, Zhu Fukongliang's focus was on the first question: "Aren't you going to play today?"

Matsuda Jinpei and Hagihara Kenji glanced at each other, the worries and anger in their hearts almost turned into an indescribable depression under this question.

"Do you know how to play in your head!" Matsuda Jinping has always been a person who couldn't hold back his emotions, so he said it directly.

Zhu Fukongliang shook his head.

Hagihara Kenji looked at the two people who were obviously not communicating well, just when he was about to speak, he heard Zhu Fukong Liang rarely take the initiative to say: "Brother said that even if a friend doesn't speak, as long as he sees each other and does nothing, he will let him go. People who feel relaxed."

"Family is not friends." Zhu Fukongliang raised his eyes and looked at the two boys in front of him, his tone still unchanged: "So my friends are you two."

After thinking about it, Zhu Fukongliang added another sentence: "Only you."

"You said 'we will play together tomorrow', so I will wait for you." Zhu Fukongliang wondered, "Aren't you going to play today?"

Matsuda Jinping froze personally, while Hagihara Kenji was an emotional child, and almost instantly hugged Ryo Zhufuku, who was obviously not very comfortable with intimacy.

"I'm sorry—" Hagihara Kenji burst into tears: "We will never be late next time!"

Matsuda Jinhei tugged on Hagihara Kenji's collar: "Do you have to! I'm going to cry over such trivial things! Are you a crybaby?"

"But people are really touched, woo woo! It's the first time that Xiaokong Ryo admits that we are friends!" Hagihara Kenji howled: "And I made myself so dirty today and returned so late, my mother will definitely scold us. Wow! What's wrong with me crying for my future misery!"

"you are annoying!"

"It's all Xiao Zhenping's fault!"

"Why is it my fault again? I didn't do anything!"

"I don't care! In short, it's Xiao Zhenping's fault - wow!"

Looking at the two people who were quarreling with themselves, Zhu Fukong Ryo, who was hugged by Hagihara Kenji's neck, looked down at his clothes, which were covered with dust from Hagihara Kenji's clothes.

Zhu Fukong's bright eyes blinked slowly: "...dirty."

Hagihara Kenji snorted, released his hand immediately, and apologized in hindsight: "...I'm sorry."

Zhu Fukongliang tugged at his clothes and shook his head, not knowing whether it was okay or not forgiving.

Only then did Matsuda Jinping remember an important one: "So have you ever told your parents!"

Zhu Fukongliang thought for a while: "I told my brother." About playing with you.

Hagihara Kenji and Matsuda Jinhei were obviously relieved.

Hagihara Kenji suggested: "Then Xiaokong Ryo, do you want to come to my house? Just stay at my house, go to my house and call yours?"

Zhu Fukongliang recalled the daily life when Gu Ling often lived in his own house, realized that this was a normal interaction between friends, and nodded without hesitation.

Matsuda Jinping hugged his hand and said "tsk", not at all wanting to admit that he wanted to invite him just now, but suddenly remembered that the house was in a mess and it was not suitable for entertaining guests.

And Hagihara Kenji said again: "Is Xiaojinping coming?"

Matsuda Jinping: "...Huh?"

Hagihara Kenji said, "Um... let me apply the medicine for you?"

After all, in the case of Uncle Matsuda, Matsuda Jinping will definitely handle it himself, and what should I say... If I only invite Kong Liang, I always feel that Xiao Jinping will be unhappy?

Hagihara Kenji, who had mastered the water-handling skills without a teacher, blinked, and his big drooping eyes sparkled: "Let's go together! I haven't invited friends over to play at home!"

"Actually, I just want the two of us to be shields, so that your parents won't scold you, right?" Matsuda Jinping complained.

Hagihara Kenji stuck out his tongue: "Hey?"

Matsuda Jinping immediately pointed to Hagihara Kenji and said to Zhu Fukong Ryo: "Have you seen it! Don't be deceived by his innocent performance next time!"

Zhu Fukongliang blinked his eyes suspiciously: "?"

"Forget it, what did I tell you..." Matsuda Jinping scratched his hair: "I'll go home and get my clothes later."

"Let's have dinner at my house too, although it's so late... My mother should have left me a copy... right?" Hagihara Kenji remembered the disaster he was about to face, and wanted to cry again.

Woohoo, the most terrifying thing in the world is an angry mother!

Unexpectedly, when Hagihara Kenji quietly opened the door of his house, he was startled by his mother sitting on the sofa with a cold face.

"Kenji Hagihara." Hagihara's mother called out his full name directly.

Realizing that something was wrong, Kenji Hagihara immediately pulled Zhufu Kongliang, who was blocked by him, to the front: "Mom, listen to my explanation! Then Xiao Kongliang will stay at our house today!"

Then Hagihara Kenji witnessed the speed of his mother's face changing with his own eyes. In almost a second, he changed from ruthless to gentle and amiable.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Hagihara's mother smiled and looked at Zhufu Kongliang: "Your name is Kongliang, right? Have you eaten? Auntie is going to make a hot dinner for you."

"And you, Kenji Hagihara, there are guests who don't know how to pour tea?"

"Yes! Mother!" Kenji Hagihara made a nondescript salute, and then said, "Wait a minute, Xiao Jinping will come too! Can Mom prepare three servings? We haven't eaten yet—"

Hagihara's mother glared at Hagihara Kenji from an angle that Zhu Fukongli couldn't see.

Not long after Hagihara's mother left, Matsuda Jinhei knocked on the door and walked in.

At this time, Zhu Fu Kongliang slowly drank the tea brewed by Hagihara Kenji and said softly, "That's why you are afraid of your mother."

Hagihara Kenji: "...!"

Matsuda Jinping raised his eyebrows.

Then, Zhu Fukongliang didn't know whether it was intentional or intentional, and covered the corner of his mouth with a teacup: "My mother never scolds me, nor does she get angry at me."

Hagihara Kenji: "...Hmm!"