"It's not that outdated, right?" After buying 50 game coins (one yuan each) at the cashier, I followed Amy step by step, catching her eyes.

Amy's disdainful eyes swept over the dancing machine and other music game consoles.

"Want to play Drum Master?" I pointed to a machine in a prominent position and said, "I can test your sense of rhythm!"

"Humph, after a day of rest, do you think I will touch anything related to music?" Amy scolded me for being inconsiderate, "Music is work, not fun at all! It's so annoying! And

That's not a 'big' drum master but a 'tai' drum master! Don't bully me for not knowing Chinese characters, I can still distinguish 'big' and 'tai'!"

Oops, don’t worry about the details! I never understood what the little Japanese taiko drum was, so I called it the taiko master. And according to the Japanese custom of calling a particularly long sword tachi, the eldest son of the family is called Taro.

Urinating, maybe my drum master is still the translation of Xin Daya!

I turned my head and caught a glimpse of a shooting machine. Thinking of the basketball tournament that was going to be held soon and the bet with Beef Juli, a chill ran through my body. I threw two coins into the shooting machine, intending to take some time off to practice my hand.

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Unfortunately, the basket of the shooting machine was designed too low, and the ball was smaller than normal. After the 1-minute countdown appeared on the coin, 6 seconds had passed, and I didn't even make a single shot. I made all the first three balls.

Lost.

Wow, at this level, Fu Yanjie is absolutely determined to drink it! Should I drink a small cup with dinner every day to get used to it?

I calmed down, finally regained my feeling, and hit 5 shots in a row. At this time, the countdown number had become 47 seconds, and the scoring screen next to me showed a bright red "5".

Seeing me playing basketball on my own, Amy felt that she was being ignored. Her boss said unhappily:

"Who allowed you to play this? The first thing I hate is music, the second thing I hate is sunlight, and the third thing I hate is ball games!"

Eh? I can understand the first two. One is annoying work and the other is rich in ultraviolet rays, but ball games are annoying you, right?

"Hmph, ball games are the most dangerous! Don't you know how painful it is to be hit by a ball?"

I used the standard shooting posture to shoot a ball, but it didn't go in, so I had to switch to a low shot against the shooting machine mode.

"It's not that easy to be hit by the ball, right?" I said, "Can't you just hide a little bit?"

"You make it easy." Amy pouted, "Unlike you who are cheap, my body is quite precious. Even the balls know it, so they often bump into it on purpose!"

I couldn't help but laugh out loud, "How can such a thing happen! Obviously you have no motor nerves and you are always worried about being hit by the ball. As a result, you are afraid of what will happen!"

Amy was very angry when she heard me questioning her statement. She waved her two little fists vigorously and emphasized:

"It's true! This has been proven by facts! It can be called Amy's third law! - As long as I go to a place with balls, I will definitely have close contact with all kinds of balls!"

I expressed disbelief, "You are right now where the ball is, so why haven't you seen any close contact with the basketball?"

"Huh, that's because I'm not close enough!"

After thinking about it, as if to prove it, Amy plucked up the courage to walk next to me and watch my pitching action up close.

There are still 22 seconds left in the countdown, and the score is 40 points, which is far from a good result. I heard that there is an old lady in the city center who can score 256 goals in one minute.

Every time the ball I shot hit the basket, or the recycled basketball rolled down from the front of the machine, Amy would always squint her eyes worriedly and make an evasive gesture, but no ball ever hit her.

The only dangerous situation was intercepted by me halfway.

Because I caught the basketball that almost hit her shoulder, Amy seemed to have discovered a new world. She also picked up a basketball from the ball-taking area, holding it with both hands and aiming at the basket.

"I...I'm going to try one too! If it bounces back, the manservant, you have to be responsible for catching it!"

Before he finished speaking, he took the shot crookedly. Because he didn't use enough strength, he fell down before he even touched the basket.

Amy pouted and was very dissatisfied, but not being hit by a ball for so long might have set a record for her, so she picked up a ball again and threw it with a cannon posture.

An accidental hit, the ball bounced several times in the basket and actually slipped into the net. The number on the scoreboard immediately increased by one digit.

"Oh yeah! I made the shot, I made the shot!!"

Amy jumped up to celebrate with joy. Her joyful twin tails reflected the golden light, causing a group of people not far away to turn their heads and look here. However, they seemed to be focusing on the outcome of a fighting game, so it was very difficult for them to do so.

He quickly turned his head back.

After scoring a ball, Amy immediately showed an arrogant expression that said "ball sports are nothing special."

"I am indeed a genius! Even if it is such a crude sport, I can learn it just by raising my hand! Well, let's see if I score a few hundred more points, set a record, and let the people in this game center look up to me.

Weep bitterly at the record of genius!”

Stop bragging. There are only ten seconds left in the countdown. Even if I put you under the basket of the machine, you can't score a hundred points by stuffing the ball in one by one!

But when Amy was in a mood, she couldn't listen to any reason. She grabbed a ball furiously and threw it without even looking at it. It was thousands of miles away from the basket and almost hit the cashier girl behind the counter.

I quickly ran over, grabbed the ball, and said sorry to the cashier lady.

The cashier lady nodded politely to me and asked me secretly: "What a cute child. Is he a mixed race?"

It's true that they are mixed-race, but whether they are cute or not depends on each person. I was worried that Amy would be in danger alone in front of the basketball machine, so I nodded and ran back.

As if she had just noticed my appearance at this moment, the cashier lady unconsciously turned her eyes to the two safety posters posted on the wall.

The first one is "Beware of Pickpockets" and the second one is "Child Abduction is Illegal".

Damn, do I look like a human trafficker! Do you think I want to kidnap Amy, a mixed-race child, and then demand a ransom from her parents? If I were in another dimension, maybe I would do that kind of thing, but I wouldn’t do it in this dimension.

He kidnapped his sister and demanded ransom from his biological mother!

When I returned with the ball, Amy was having so much fun in front of the shooting machine that she didn't seem to notice that I had left. She shot five or six balls in succession, none of which made it into the frame, but three of them did.

There is a tendency to rebound.

I quickly threw the basketball in my arms and let it hit another ball, causing the latter to change direction.

Then his hands and eyes quickly caught a ball that hit Amy's nose.

In such a chaotic scene, Amy actually threw another ball. I was distracted to see the trajectory of the ball. As a result, the last ball of the "Three Musketeers" that just bounced back lived up to expectations. It was on the metal protective net.

It scratched for a while, and then hit Amy hard on the forehead.

"Woo~~~~~~!!" The blond lady squatted on the ground holding her head, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

"You idiot!" Amy screamed at me, "You are my exclusive valet, why do you care if the basketball hits others? It doesn't matter if they get hit to death, you just need to protect them.

Okay, I’ll do it! What crime do you deserve for not being able to protect me well?”

Hearing Amy getting angry at me, but not being able to hear all the words, the cashier lady worriedly picked up the phone receiver on the table, possibly hesitating whether to dial 110 to call the police.

Why are you still suspecting that Amy was abducted by me? Do you know that this mixed-race child whom you praised as cute just said that I don’t need to worry about you being beaten to death by a basketball! If I had known that you didn’t know good people, I wouldn’t have

Go save that ball!

After squatting on the ground in pain for a while, Amy stopped playing basketball, but she asked me to ask how much the basketball that hit her would cost.

"Eh? Do you want to take it home as a souvenir?"

I asked strangely.

"Who wants such a shameful memorial!" Amy stamped her foot angrily, "I want to take this criminal back and punish him with death! How dare you hit Miss Ben on the head? I will use 500 million degrees of heat to kill it.

Put to death!!"

Hey, the core of the sun is only 15 million degrees. You have to leave the Milky Way to find the 500 million degree high temperature! Flying into the universe in order to destroy a basketball, NASA, which has been struggling with insufficient funds, will burst into tears!

I saw Amy stepping on the ball that hit her. She was so angry that she couldn't get rid of it unless it was killed. She even stood up with her whole body to step on it. In the end, she almost lost her balance and fell. Fortunately, I stepped on it from the side.

She held on.

"This kid..." the cashier lady came over and tried to dissuade her, "please don't put the basketball under your feet, okay?"

Amy glared at her fiercely. It was probably due to the indirect reason of the cashier lady that she was hit by the ball. She was still angry. Not only did she want to put the basketball under her feet, but the cashier girl also had to keep it.

Only by letting her step on her in a prostrated position can she calm down.

In order not to intensify the conflict, I picked up the basketball from Amy’s feet, turned it on my fingers, and asked the cashier:

"I'm sorry, we broke this ball. Let's just buy it. How much will it cost?"

The cashier lady looked at the ball in my hand doubtfully, "This... although it's a little dirty, it's not broken, right?"

I shrugged, took out a bunch of keys from my trouser pocket, clamped it between my fingers and held it tightly. This "simple fingering" is a common tactic used by gangsters when fighting.

With a little luck, with a "pop" sound, my key poked a hole in the inferior basketball, and the gas that contained the smell of plastic leaked out instantly.

I raised the remains of the basketball that looked like a dead starfish to the cashier's eyes, raised an eyebrow and asked:
Chapter completed!