Messi glared at An Lele angrily, and said rather dissatisfied: "What do you think I am suitable for?" ”

"You're good for playing." An Lele said with a smile.

"yes, that's right."

"Don't be too happy, you're a kid who can't play."

"What?" Messi's little bully has just subsided, and now it has been provoked again.

"Do you dare to compare with me?"

"How do you compare?"

"Who is better at playing?"

"Okay, euthanasia, I'll play you to death." Messi said with a wicked smile.

"Even if you let the horse come, I'm not afraid of you, by the way, how old are you?"

"What is this for?"

"I won't compare to you for things beyond your age, I don't like to bully children."

"Thirteen."

An Lele frowned, this big little bully is only thirteen years old, but he is so unfriendly to people, is he nurtured by the arrogant man downstairs, is there an innate unfriendliness in the blood of this family?

"Euthanasia, are you sure to teach me?"

"Of course!"

"Then I'll make your death ugly, I've already defeated more than sixty tutors in front of you."

Messi raised her eyebrows proudly, An Lele didn't know if there was any vomiting blood and dying, but she felt that she had the urge to vomit blood.

An Lele looked at Messi stubbornly and said: "From tomorrow onwards, let's see who can play more." ”

"Really?"

An Lele nodded.

"And what time are you coming tomorrow?"

"Your uncle will tell you."

"Don't be afraid to come." Messi chased to the staircase and yelled.

An Lele turned to him and made an "OK" gesture.

Jing Yang looked at the scene in front of him differently, wasn't there something wrong with the pixels of his eyes, An Lele looked at him expressionlessly.

"Messi, are you sure you still let her come?"

"Of course, I like her." After the little fat man finished speaking, he went back to his room proudly.

Jingyang put the newspaper in his hand on the table, he suddenly felt that Messi's words were more shocking than any news, his nephew actually said that he liked her when he saw An Lele for the first time after resigning from sixty-five tutors, is this true?

In the afternoon, An Lele took back the revised paper from the tutor, and as soon as she left the school gate, she saw the good-looking, vicious mouth, and black heart guy beckoning her to get in the car from the car window.

"What do you shout, she's not an animal, and she's not polite at all." Although An Lele was dissatisfied, her legs walked towards the car very doggedly.

Sitting in the car, she looked at his good-looking side face in a daze, really like a bitter gourd, good-looking, tender and lovely appearance, but in fact, the taste was bitter.

"An'erle, my nephew is no ordinary child." He kindly reminded him, because he really didn't want to see her cry and run away.

An Le was about to refute the fact that he gave her another nickname, but the next moment, she pouted, she changed her mind, and she said fiercely: "An Le is better than bitter melon." ”

An Lele really can't understand how he, a big man, has such a study of sanitary napkins, does he also use it? Cut!

"What bitter gourd?"

An Lele smacked his teeth at him proudly, and turned the case aside, although he was reluctant to give up this handsome face, but he was defeated by his poisonous tongue, Jingyang was not the first time to understand the stubbornness of this girl, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly when he saw her like this.

Messi was wearing a football jersey, pedaling football boots, holding a football in his arms, standing at the door of the house in full gear, stretching his neck "waiting for her to enter the urn", as soon as she got out of the car, Messi stepped forward and said: "Euthanasia, come with me quickly." ”

"What?"

"Euthanasia, let's try this first to see who kicks more goals into the goal." Messi patted the football in his arms and said with ambition.

An Lele smiled, this little fat man didn't seem to know that she was the striker of the school's women's football team! "Do you really want to compare yourself to me?"

"Yes, see, if you win, I'll give you this." Messi said and threw a signed football to her, she saw that it was a signed football of the national football team, threw it to Messi and said: "You can keep such a precious football for yourself." This preciousness is, of course, a rhetoric.

Jingyang turned away with a smile on his face.

"Euthanasia, what do you say is the stake?"

"How about our bet of five hundred dollars?"

"Okay!" Messi clapped his hands and applauded, recently he was saving pocket money to buy toys, how could he miss such an opportunity to make money.

Jingyang was stunned, how could An Lele, who is addicted to money, make such a bet? Unless...... Jingyang's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, waiting to watch a good show.

"There is still a losing one to write...... No, a detailed game with no less than 600 words. An Lele said.

"Okay, euthanasia, you still don't know how good I am! Die, uncle, be the referee! Messi couldn't wait.

"Wait, big man, are you willing to gamble and lose, you can't cheat!" Once again.

"It's really verbose." Messi stomped his foot in a hurry.

An Lele took out the sportswear from his bag to take home and wash to change it, squinted his eyes proudly and said: "This morning, the wind is gusting, I will pinch my fingers, Messi, you can let the horse come." An Lele patted his gloved hand and said.

Jingyang looked at these two people helplessly, he was looking forward to seeing An Lele lose money for a while, and he didn't know if she would roll and cry.

Messi's ball played well, but unfortunately it was saved by An Lele, and only eight goals remained.

What Messi and Jingyang didn't expect was that An Lele actually hit all ten shots, Messi lost two goals, and sat on the grass with his head down.

Looking at An Lele's look of counting money with a face of wealth obsessiveness, two men stared at each other, one big and one small, An Lele completely ignored this bad look, put the money in his pocket, and said to Messi with a smile: "Little guy, can you give me six hundred words of game experience tomorrow?" ”

"For you, euthanasia." Messi said angrily.

An Lele continued to ignore his unfriendliness, patted the money in his pocket, and walked away.

"Messi, what are you going to do?" Jingyang was startled when he watched Messi run up angrily.

"Uncle, I'm going to write about my masochistic feelings."

Jingyang almost suspected that something was wrong with his ears, was everything that was happening in front of him real? This 600-word game experience is just an essay, right? He was amazed at An Lele's approach, why hadn't he thought of it before!

After dinner, Jingyang pushed open the door of Messi's room, he was writing hard, Jingyang hurriedly closed the door and came out, and the appearance of Anle and Lexing counting money appeared in his mind.

When An Lele held Messi's "Fourteen-Year-Old Encounter", she was happy with a small flower in her heart. I saw that the feelings between the lines were sincere, which made people immersive, especially the content of accusing her of winning away her pocket money, which made people deeply understand his heart-rending pain, "Sample, is an essay completed?" But Messi didn't know her strategy.

"Composition, oh, no, your indictment, I'll give it to you after I finish correcting it, what are we going to play today?"

Jingyang was outside the door, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, this girl was still addicted to playing.

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