HBWnovel Chapter 139 A Troubled Afternoon
Chapter 139 A Troubled Afternoon
Back bag, too late to stuff the racket, I hurried to the tennis department.It would be a disaster if he was too late and was punished by the minister to run away.
At the corner, I bumped into someone again.This time because I rushed too fast and didn't have time to brake, both of them hit the ground and fell to the ground.Shit, why does someone pop around the corner every time I speed up? (Author: Don't do my business, ask Xu Da.)
"It hurts—" the two cried out, covering their heads together.
"Ah, sorry, are you okay?" The guy spoke quickly, "Hey, are you from the tennis club?" He looked at my racket.
"Yes." I stood up, patted the dust, turned and walked away.The guy with the dark curly hair had a real eye.However, it takes some skill to make the hair stick to the head like seaweed.There are only two possibilities if you think about it: [-], this person never washes his hair; [-], this person is an employee of a cosmetics company, and he doesn’t charge money for styling hairspray.
"Ah, I brought Qingxue's tennis ball with me." He muttered to himself behind me, then suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Hey——pay me back this~"
A tennis ball whizzes through the air towards the back of my head.With such a strong hand, it wants to smash me to death.Without turning around, lift the racket.The first shot was taken, and the second shot was caught.
"Thank you." Bumping the tennis ball, I continued walking.
"Qingxue~" he muttered behind him.
When I got to the stadium, I found that everyone was panting and running around the field.
Is today a running training?its not right.I peeked at the minister standing upright with his arms folded on his chest with a serious face on the sidelines.
My intuition tells me that it is better not to show up now.He hasn't found me yet.I just took a step back quietly when I heard the minister shout, "Echizen!" It turns out that you don't have to roll your eyes when looking at people like a demon fox...
"Clean up the court or run around the court, choose one of the two!" He was very angry today.
I stared blankly at the messy stadium.Has the typhoon passed through? "Let's run." I muttered.
Running to Taocheng, I asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"
"It's all the fault of Chiya Kirihara, who is big in Lihai, and I have to run [-] laps for nothing!" Taocheng was indignant.
What typhoon is Kirihara Chi?
Finally finished his work, lingering on his last breath from the bitter cold wind, narrowly escaped death.
As I was walking towards the station with my bag on my back, a luxurious-looking car suddenly pulled over not far in front of me.I think luxury is because the overall lines of this car look smooth and shiny.In fact, I don't know how to read car brands, but only listen to the sound.For example, the sound of this car is very soft and pleasant. If you pay attention to maintenance, it will not be a problem to run for decades.
Gu Zi continued to walk forward.When approaching the car, I heard someone calling anxiously, "What's going on, Uncle De!"
As soon as the car door was opened, a familiar big pillar was about to help an old man with gray hair lying down under the driver's seat with his eyes closed.
"Don't move!" I yelled and rushed forward.
Judging from the situation, this elderly driver should have suffered a sudden physical condition.If it's a stroke, it's going to be a big problem if you move around. I read some books about first aid because of Steven's illness, but now it's finally useful. (Author: Steven has heart disease, why do you even watch strokes? Protagonist: Wordy!)
"You, sit in the back." I directed the big pillar in an irrefutable tone.
He stayed for a while, and finally obediently did as I said.
Being careful not to touch the lying old man, I got into the cab, closed the door, and fastened the seat belt skillfully.
"Who allowed you to come in casually!" "What do you want to do?!"
He raised his eyes to the place where the sound was coming from the back seat, and there were actually people sitting there—two people who looked a little familiar.
Without being too wordy, he threw a sentence at the guy with the mole under his eyes, "Call the nearest hospital on your mobile phone."
Start, put in gear, and start, I immediately said, "grit your teeth."
The car crazily left the strings, choking back their censure in an instant.Thanks to the old man who likes to run around and is too lazy to get out of the water, I learned to drive at the age of [-] and crossed the United States at the age of [-].Of course, I haven't driven it in the city - because I don't have a driver's license.
He reached the entrance of the hospital at extreme speed, and the car stopped smoothly and silently.The waiting ambulance personnel rushed forward pushing the ambulance platform.
I jumped off, pulled the car door carefully, and waited for the ambulance personnel to carry the old man away. I turned around and swept the car, a little smug.
Just now I was driving at the highest speed, ignoring the red lights, and driving on the principle that the straight line between two points is the shortest, and the road is as long as there is a road. (Author: Who is it that caused a lot of traffic jams along the way, caused a series of big collisions, reimbursed N cars and almost killed N people! No wonder your dad can only drive a broken car!)
However, the sound of police cars approaching from far told me to run away early.
Probing my head, I greeted the three people who were still sitting in the car with serious faces, "Goodbye!"
Then he trotted and quickly left the crime scene.
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Author's note: If it was really a stroke, being tossed about by the protagonist would be a dead end...