coobybook Chapter 122: Small in stature but strong in strength
Chapter 122: Small in stature but strong in strength
Gin:?
Regardless of whether he agreed or not, Bertrand pulled him to the training room.
Vodka, who was standing by, quietly peeked into the training room which had not closed its door.
Bertrand put his hands behind his back and looked at Gin with a smile, "I'm ready~"
As he said this, he attacked with lightning speed.
A sneak attack! A left kick!
Ah no.
Gin dodged sideways and attacked at the same time.
Vodka looked at the battle situation inside and forgot to drink the wine in his hand.
He swallowed with a gulp.
This one is more ruthless than the last.
He really is worthy of being called a little lunatic, able to compete with his big brother on a one-to-one basis.
After going back and forth for half an hour, there was finally a snap and the little madman dislocated his older brother's arm.
After folding it, the little lunatic even poked his head out and glanced at him with a smile.
Vodka was startled, and quickly lowered his head and began to look affectionately into the eyes of the wine in his hand.
Gin calmly put his dislocated arm back in place and let out a light sigh.
This kid may not be big, but he's quite strong.
Bertrand smiled and made a "yeah" gesture, "Yeah, I win again! Let's go, let's go eat."
He pushed Gin out of the safe house.
By the way, I called Vodka, who was still having a one-on-one relationship with the wine.
After getting in the car, Bertrand happily asked Vodka to drive to the restaurant.
……
On the other side, Bechfinger, who was thrown 996 by the main body, changed his black cloak that was suitable for hiding bloodstains into another style of gray cloak.
As expected of Beh, the cloak collector, Finger, he has so many cloaks.
As he walked, he found himself outside the Polo Cafe.
After taking a look at the black-skinned golden retriever working inside, Behringer thought for a second, then walked in very naturally.
A waitress in her twenties came over, took him to an empty seat, and handed him a menu: "Hello, what would you like to order?"
Beihefenger hesitated for a moment, "Please give me a glass of rose iced tea and a sandwich."
"Ok."
A golden retriever who was concentrating on making coffee paused when he heard the familiar voice, then looked in the direction of Bechfinger.
When Behringer suddenly saw him, he was also stunned for a moment, and then blinked at him.
Toru Amuro smiled at him and continued to make coffee.
While waiting for the meal, Bechfinger was bored and scrolling through his phone.
Until the meal he ordered appeared before his eyes.
Bei Hefenger looked up at the golden retriever who was sitting opposite him because there were not many customers at this time and had nothing to do. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said, "What a coincidence."
"Why are you here?" Toru Amuro supported his chin with one hand, with a smile in his gray-purple eyes.
Beihefenger took a sip of ice tea and said, "Do you believe me when I say I came here suddenly?"
"Believe it, why not?" Amuro Toru joked.
“Don’t give me that.” Bei Hefenger rolled his eyes. “Back then, you and Song… ahem, you said the same thing, but in the end, no one believed you.”
Amuro Toru smiled helplessly, knowing that he suddenly changed his mind because he didn't want to make him sad.
But he knew that the blue-haired creature in front of him was even sadder than him.
"But you did run more than ten kilometers just for food, and you said you just walked there suddenly." Amuro Toru raised his eyebrows and mercilessly poked at his dark history. "In the end, I don't know who called us to pick him up."
Beichfenger paused while chewing his sandwich. He stayed still for a long time before swallowing it. He stared at the golden retriever with his crescent eyes and said, "You almost reached out and put your hand on my forehead and said that."
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"Someone complained in my ear and it made me emo. I don't want to write anymore. I'll stop writing tomorrow or else (I'll die again.JPG)"