In the forest behind the tennis club, Nioh hooked his legs on a branch, hanging upside down and sticking his head out:
"Hey, senior."
Maori, who was secretly skipping training, was startled by the sudden appearance of the person. He quickly made a quiet gesture to his junior, and Nioh winked at him.
"Puri. Of course, we are all skipping training after all."
The fingers stretched out from the sky just touched the corner of Mao Li's lips. Seeing the red-haired senior's stunned look, the silver-haired boy smiled and rolled his eyes. He said softly:
"Mr. Accomplice."
**
Still couldn't help but do some pre-collection, and ran all the way on the cold CP road (lighting up a cigarette)
It's probably a short story of 10,000 words, it won't be very long, but if it's less than 30,000 words, the column won't be about trees. I'm still thinking about whether to make a collection here, and I'll throw all kinds of short stories here.
2023.5.19
Intention:.
