Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Crocodile Tears
The silver-haired man snorted coldly, "You were so proud just now."
"No, not proud. I'm feeling quite down right now."
Gin endured for a while, raised his legs to hold Anyou, not giving him a chance to get close, and said, "Let go."
In just two days, An You's skill in reading people's expressions improved by leaps and bounds. "Brother, what did I say wrong?"
"Who is your big brother? Let go."
"You are my eldest brother. You can treat me as your ancestor if you want. Please don't hate me. The child can't afford to be hurt." An You hugged Gin's thighs and cried bitterly.
Gin said nothing, but his favorability was -1-1
I could hold back my tears if I didn't watch it, but once I saw it, my defenses were broken. This time I was sincere and knew I was wrong.
Not only that, but also lament why life is so difficult.
Gin moved around a bit and realized that the leg pendant was almost glued to his body. "...Let go."
An You said with hope: "Then promise not to bear grudges."
Gin laughed angrily, "When have I ever held a grudge?"
An You complained: "I've been holding a grudge before, and I'm holding a grudge now!"
"Oh."
Gin moved his long legs and said, "I don't hold a grudge. Let go first."
An You shook her head: "No, you have to promise not to hate me, and not to deduct points."
"..." Although his words were a bit strange, Gin still understood what he meant. He didn't want to be hated.
Although he didn't understand his train of thought, Gin still listened to his request patiently.
Gin couldn't get rid of the leg pendant, and the boy hugged his thigh and was about to cry.
With crocodile tears on his face, if he hadn't seen the young master groping and pinching his inner thighs behind his back, he might have believed the overly poor acting.
Even after acting to this point, he still held back and didn't kick the person away immediately.
An You was like an octopus, clinging to his thighs, looking down at his dark head from above. The soft hair stuck to his ears, very close, and her face was also pressed against him. The soft touch between his thighs was particularly distinct.
Although An You behaved in a very neurotic manner when we first met, he was not entirely without merit. For example, he was genuine, straightforward, and never ambiguous.
There was a tear mark on the crying person's snow-white cheek, the crystal tears were about to fall, and her cheeks were flushed.
Gin looked at him expressionlessly for a while, then replied perfunctorily, "Promise."
[Ding Dong, Favorability Value 1]
Here it comes again, this annoying reminder. An You was almost immune to the voice broadcast, but he quickly realized, wait, what is the value.
The favorability value is increasing, and it is finally not just deducting points.
An You looked up at the data. She was not mistaken, nor did she misunderstand it. Gin's favorability was increased by +1.
God knows how happy he was to see this slight increase. Finally, there was a change.
As the saying goes, the beginning is always the hardest. Once you get through the process from 0 to 1, you will be on your way to success.
Just adding 1 is no longer enough to satisfy players, the next step is to go straight to 100.
Hahahaha, has Gin finally realized that he is the center of the world?
It turns out that admiring and loving players is the only and correct way out for NPCs.
He declared that gin is beet!
An You changed from a sitting position to one where she wrapped her thighs around her arms.
This is the concrete embodiment of clinging to someone's thighs. It turns out that clinging to someone's thighs can solve most problems.
Excited Anyou rubbed Gin's clothes.
Gin was quick and decisive, and took action as soon as he noticed his abnormality. He saw that his face was covered with tears and saliva, and he was about to rub them on the corner of his clothes.
But his defensive hand was still a step too slow, and An You's face had already rolled across his coat.
“…”
[System Report: Favorability -3]
…
Grass.
He had a curse word, but he didn't know whether he should say it or not.
It turns out that men are the best at deceiving others, especially men with long silver hair and a cold and elegant appearance.
The collar suddenly tightened, and An You felt himself being lifted to the side, and the familiar thigh left him.
"Who! Who is pulling my collar and dragging me around like I'm a bitch? You're looking for death!"
All he saw before him was Gin, whose face was expressionless and as cold as an iceberg, and whose air pressure was below zero degrees.
An You, who was originally passionately speaking on the microphone, whistled and didn't dare to say a word.
Gin took several deep breaths to control his inner anger so as not to pull out his gun in anger. Anyou's life was worth much more than he imagined. No matter what the reason, he couldn't let him disappear.
This older problem child cannot be solved by one person alone, he has other means. Gin's eyes fell on Vodka who was watching the fun.
It’s so cold. It’s the middle of the day, why is it so chilly?
Vodka sneezed and looked around at the clear, cloudless sky. It was strange. There was no sign of wind or rain, so where did the cold air come from?
It wasn't until his eyes met his elder brother's that he instantly understood where the cold air came from.
It was the warning look of the eldest brother.
Vodka came to his senses. Although he wanted to continue eating melon, his intuition told him that he needed to act as a peacemaker and stand in the middle to prevent a bigger farce from happening.
Vodka supported An You and bent down to persuade him, "Master, why don't you get up first? The ground is dirty. Big Brother will definitely not bother with you."
An You refused to obey, "Oh, don't lie to me, he just didn't say a word on the surface, but in his heart he has been scolding me countless times."
Vodka thought, your guess is so right, but I can't say, "No, Big Brother is usually an open-minded person, so he won't care about your stealing and slandering behind my back, you don't have to worry. Big Brother, right? He won't care."
An You stared at Vodka and said, "Vodka, you are really speaking against your conscience. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Vodka felt guilty and kept pulling at his sunglasses.
"Hmph." Gin snorted coldly and reluctantly responded to Vodka's request.
"Really? I can trust you?"
An You actually remembered that his knees were a little painful, but without a suitable excuse, he was even more embarrassed to stand up.
Since Vodka came to persuade him, he would just express his guilt, that's enough, he can get ready to get up.
"Really, really, get up." Vodka pulled his arm and helped him up.
Vodka bent down and brushed the dust off his knees.
An You raised her head and asked, "Brother, how long have you been here?"
"Not long."
An You: "Then why were you walking so quietly? I didn't even notice you coming. You almost scared me to death. Next time, don't appear behind me like a ghost, okay?"
Vodka explained, "It's not that Big Brother is elusive, it's that Young Master's vigilance is too poor. Big Brother walked behind you, but you didn't feel the danger. I even warned you, but you couldn't understand."
An You was incredibly insensitive and realized it belatedly, "You mean you're winking to remind me?"
"Yeah, otherwise why would I keep doing this?"
An You: "I thought your eyes hurt."
Vodka: "Big Brother was already here at the time, so I couldn't speak directly. I could only use this hint to remind you. Unfortunately, you still didn't understand."
An You cleared her throat and said, "Next time, give more obvious hints."
The piercing gaze fell on Vodka, and Gin's eyes seemed to say, I hope there will be a next time.
Vodka looked at Gin on the left and Anyou on the right. The person in the middle was in the most difficult situation, so he chose to keep quiet to stay safe.
An You raised her hand and asked, "Vodka, you can do this, right?"
"Okay, I understand." Vodka sighed deeply. It turned out that he had no human rights and was easily persecuted wherever he went.
Gin ignored Anyou's advice and looked at the shooting range in the distance. The targets in the sunlight were clearly marked with bullet marks, each one off-center.
"Your marksmanship has declined, Vodka."
Vodka apologized quickly, his expression more serious than ever before, "I'm sorry, brother. I was negligent in training."
"I'm not yet proficient in Leta's techniques. Next time I'll definitely familiarize myself with the weapons and equipment."
Gin lit a cigarette silently, and the smoke spread out like a cloud, covering his profile in the mist, adding a bit of mature masculinity to him.
"The enemy won't be soft-hearted just because your weapon isn't handy."
Gin lowered his head, and his eyes met with the inquiring Anyou.
An You blinked and motioned him to say a few more words. This was an explanation of experience, and it was a summary of experience from the head of the organization.
"Give me the gun."
Gin held out his hand. His palm was broad and covered in scars.
Those healed old scars, like pink fish bones, were lined up on the back of his hands, and a thick layer of calluses had formed at the base of his palms. These were hands that had been holding guns for years.
Vodka gave Boleta back to him.
Gin had a cigarette between his lips, his expression focused, his posture elegant and noble. He didn't even try to aim, and the gunshot rang out with a bang.
The wooden target was shaken by the high-impact bullet belt, and the bullet hit the bull's eye.
Every shot after that also hovered between 9 and hearts.
The key to such astonishing strength is that his hands never shake, as if aiming and shooting has become a habit. His wrist is more steady than that of ordinary people, and he can almost ensure that every shot is almost accurate.
"Congratulations to Gin, it's a 9-ring this time." An You briefly acted as a referee and announced with a raised hand.
"Very good, it's 10 rings, a step up from last time!"
Seeing Gin put down the gun, Anyou grabbed his wrist immediately, but couldn't pull it away.
If nothing unexpected happens, it must be Gin who is secretly exerting force to prevent him from breaking it.
Unconvinced, An You hugged his arms with both hands, using all her strength.
Like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, he finally moved his wrist and raised his hand above his head.
"The shooting contest between Vodka and Gin, the winner is Gin. Let us congratulate this contestant."
Vodka watched their every move in a daze, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness at the sudden situation.
"Come on, contestant Vodka, let's congratulate the first place." An You let go of Gin's arm and clapped his hands first.
I wondered why Vodka always looked so dazed. It was natural for him to celebrate the victory with his boss, but why did he look so dazed at the critical moment?
"Oh, yes, congratulations, big brother, for winning first place."
Although he didn't know when the competition would be held, even if there really was a competition, he didn't dare to ride on his elder brother's head and say that he was the first place.
An You, immersed in joy, suddenly smelled a cold breath, as if she was in a freezing cold world, with white all around and snow flying everywhere.
It's like when the cold air comes, it brings with it the fragrance of frozen pine trees, and in the freezing cold, I am left alone.
The image that suddenly emerged in his mind made An You pause for a moment, as if he was drawn into a higher level of ice and snow border, but in just a moment, he woke up.
An You was confused. What happened? Something was wrong. Why did she feel cold on her forehead?
Looking along the dark barrel of Leta's gun, there was only the handsome face of the eldest brother. Gin was like an emotionally unstable witch, always changing his expression at unexpected times.
"Brother, what are you going to do!"
Threatening with guns if there is any disagreement!
What's wrong again, my brother Gin.
"That's all for the early childhood games, Master Anyou."
Gin leaned over and threatened in his ear, "If you don't want to be killed, you'd better be quiet."
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