When I Bind the Plot Maintenance System

Chapter 6:

Zhu Fu Kongliang didn’t know the name of this curly hair, but he remembered this face.

And Matsuda Jinping didn’t know Zhu Fukongliang’s name, but he also remembered this face!

Although he often fights, he is not the kind of child who will fight with people for no reason, and those who like to fight with him will always find an excuse.

For example, “You are the son of a murderer”, and no matter how bad it is, there will be “I just see what’s wrong with you?”

However, the black-haired brat in front of him, who obviously can’t fight, suddenly punched him for no reason – how could Matsuda Jinping not remember?

He didn’t mess with him at all, did he? And this face he had never seen before that day!

After Matsuda Jinping said it was you, the scene fell into an awkward silence. Matsuda Jinping thought that the other party would answer, but Zhu Fukongliang just looked at him quietly, except that the corner of his mouth slipped a little, there was no other reaction. .

“…” Matsuda Jinping raised his hand and pointed at Zhu Fukongliang, and he didn’t hold it. He was silent for two seconds, and then decisively continued: “What are you upset about! It should be me who is upset, right? ?!”

Zhu Fukongliang continued to remain silent.

Matsuda Jinping: “…”

Matsuda Jinhei: “…You speak something!”

The drooping-eyed boy who tilted his head to the side watching this scene: “…Pfft!”

In the fierce eyes of Matsuda Jinping who turned back suddenly, Hagihara Kenji covered his mouth, with a clear smile on his face: “Do you know him? Xiaojinping.”

“I said don’t call me that!” Matsuda Jinping folded his hands and curled his lips: “On the day I met you, I had a fight with him.”

“Eh—” Hagihara Kenji was even more curious, he walked towards the swing and got a little closer, his beautiful clear purple eyes were barely ten centimeters away from Zhufukong Ryo, Hagihara Kenji raised his voice: “It looks like Not like eh~”

“Don’t get so close to him, be careful he will beat you up for no reason!” Matsuda Jinping said viciously.

“No way.” Hagihara Kenji stood up and asked with a smile, “Can I sit on the swing next to it?”

Zhu Fukongliang blinked his eyes.

Hagihara Kenji said: “If I don’t refuse, I will treat it as an agreement, okay?”

Zhu Fukongliang said, “The swing is not mine.”

“I know~ but I think it’s better to ask in advance.” Kenji Hagihara pulled Matsuda Jinping and put him on the swing: “Sit down, Xiaojinping, and I’ll push you!”

Matsuda Jinping looked unwilling: “This is for children to play!”

“But Xiao Jinping is also a child now, right?” Hagihara Kenji looked innocent.

Matsuda Jinping: “That’s different!”

Looking at the two lively people, Zhu Fukongliang withdrew his gaze.

Until a certain keyword said next to him, attracted Zhu Fukongliang’s attention.

It was Kenji Hagihara who said, “There’s no way, who made Xiaojinhei my friend.”

“Friends”, the word Zhu Fu Kongliang often hears in his own family. For example, Jianggu Ling is a friend of Zhufu Jingguang. For example, parents and brothers hope that they can make “friends”.

Hagihara Kenji seems to be naturally sensitive to the attention of others, or he has been paying attention to Zhu Fukong Ryo, who is sitting on the side, intentionally or unintentionally, so now he has quickly noticed the movement of Zhu Fukong Ryo’s eyes.

He tried to wait for a while, but he didn’t get the invitation from the other party to start a conversation, so he consciously accepted the job: “Do you want to play together?”

“Do you need to be a ‘friend’ to play together?” Zhu Fukongliang asked such a question.

Hagihara Kenji didn’t expect this sentence at all, and was stunned: “Huh?”

Is his question beyond the scope of the NPC’s answer? So Zhu Fukongliang no longer asked for an answer, but looked away again.

Hagihara Kenji took the initiative to greet him: “No, not only friends can play together, but after we play together, we will become friends.”

He obviously didn’t learn any speaking skills, but Hagihara Kenji naturally added a trap to his answer, Hagihara Kenji met Zhu Fukong Ryo’s eyes again: “So, let me push for you, okay?”

“If you don’t refuse, I’ll take it as your acquiescence, okay?” Hagihara Kenji said this line again.

However, Zhu Fukongliang began to seriously think about a question – is the NPC of the game so intelligent?

The main reason is that every time Zhu Fukongliang appears in these worlds, the time is relatively short, and he basically does not have any other interaction with passers-by.

This time, the system has not given tasks. I thought of what the book said, some games only need to actively talk to NPCs. But he should have completed the previous process by now…? Or that he didn’t find any “hidden rules”?

Or is there something wrong with his dialogue? Zhu Fukongliang can easily fall into his own thoughts, which is the so-called daze.

But this time, his thinking was interrupted by an external force. Zhu Fu Kongliang opened his eyes slightly, and unconsciously clenched the iron cables on both sides with both hands, because at this moment, his back was gently pushed by someone .

His script came because the height of the swing was slightly suspended and there was no focus, so it was easily pushed by others.

Hagihara Kenji tried it out carefully, and after confirming that Zhu Fukong Ryo was not afraid, he increased his strength a little.

Playing the swing is a casual game for some people, but it is a very exciting game for others.

Hagihara Kenji pushed higher and higher according to the rhythm. When it was almost time, he immediately ran to the side and instructed: “You can use your feet to stretch your legs and control your center of gravity!”

Matsuda Jinping sat on the other side, and was also a little unconvinced: “Hagihara, please push me, I want to swing higher than him!”

Hagihara Kenji raised his hand with a smile: “Okay – I’m the referee!”

Zhu Fukongliang didn’t pay attention to the movement next to him at all. He quickly grasped the small skills of the swing, and he was not afraid of the height of this point.

The cool breeze swept across his cheeks, Zhu Fu Kongliang clenched the iron ropes on both sides of the swing, and listened to the sound of the swing as it shook. For some reason, the depression in his heart seemed to have disappeared.

He suddenly remembered that when he was on the rooftop before, the rooftop was very high, and when the cold wind blew, it felt very cool.

Hagihara Kenji stood aside, his eyes widened in surprise: “Ah! You laughed!”

When Zhu Fukongliang heard this sentence, he was obviously stunned, and even the hands that were holding the iron rope by his side unconsciously relaxed.

Hagihara Kenji widened his eyes in horror, and subconsciously ran over and stretched out his hand: “Ah, ah, don’t let go! You’re about to fall!”

When Matsuda Jinping, who was sitting on the other side, heard these words, he also panicked and slammed on the brakes and immediately stood up to catch the person: “Hey-!!”

Then, Zhu Fu Kongliang fell into the sand pit from mid-air because he did not hold both sides of the swing tightly, and his body was covered with sand.

Matsuda Jinping didn’t control his balance well just after getting off the swing, so he slanted his foot into the bunker and landed on the ground.

Hagihara Kenji was the worst. Because he wanted to catch Zhu Fukong Ryo, he was directly thrown into the sand pile. When he tried to get up, his head snapped and was hit by the swing that was thrown over.

“Ugh…!” Hagihara Kenji covered his head, which was obviously lifted, and his physiological tears would not fall. He said aggrieved: “It hurts! I will definitely be scolded by my sister again when I go back!”

Matsuda Jinpei got up and pulled away the hand of Hagihara Kenji covering his head. After confirming that there was no bleeding, he breathed a sigh of relief: “It’s just a little swollen, rub it and it’ll be fine.”

“It won’t be alright! I’m not Xiaojinping you!” Hagihara Kenji covered his head again: “I’m not as rough-skinned as you, Xiaojinping, who learned boxing!”

“Ha? Then, for your delicate skin and tender meat, I’ll rub it for you, so as not to leave scars.” Matsuda Jinping snapped his fingers, with a sinister smirk on his face.

It’s just that his face is too cute, and now he looks too embarrassed because it is covered with sand, and the terrible aura is greatly reduced. Seeing that Hagihara Kenji has tears in the corners of his eyes, he can prove it by laughing out loud. .

“It doesn’t look serious, you can still laugh at me!” Matsuda Jinping used a commanding tone directly at Zhu Fu Kongliang: “You catch him for me!”

However, Hagihara Kenji grasped Zhu Fukong Ryo’s character during this time: “He won’t help you… Huh? Eh-?!”

Then he was slapped in the face on the spot.

Zhu Fukongliang’s hair was still stained with sand, but his hands directly clasped Hagihara Kenji, his movements were extremely standard, and Hagihara Kenji was not prepared for him, and he succeeded in one shot.

Zhu Fukongliang said seriously: “Brother said that if you are injured, you must deal with the wound, and violence can be used when appropriate.”

Well, it was said by brother Jingguang when he was dealing with Linggu Ling (wound). His expression at that time was very similar to the curly hair now.

Hagihara Kenji is like a persecuted little yellow flower, with horror in his eyes, and wailing: “Help me—”

“Wow-Kan Erjiang is going to be killed! It hurts-! Take it easy! Ouch-!”

After rubbing off the lump on his head, Hagihara Kenji sniffed, squatting pitifully in the corner and poking at the weeds: “I won’t play with you guys! It’s too much! Woohoo…!”

“That’s what my dad taught me, and it won’t hurt when you sleep!” Matsuda Jinping kicked Hagihara Kenji with his foot: “Seriously? If you don’t play with me, then I’ll leave? ”

Zhu Fukongliang even issued a critical attack, “Are you acting like a spoiled child?”

Zhu Fu Kongliang squatted in front of Hagihara Kenji and tilted his head: “If it’s coquettish, I can grant you one wish.”

Hagihara Kenji: “…”

“Really?” Hagihara Kenji asked pitifully with tears remaining in the corners of his eyes.

Zhu Fukong brightened his head.

Hagihara Kenji blinked, and the ending sound rose a little out of control: “Then can you tell me your name?”

Matsuda Jinping was behind Zhu Fukong Ryo, looking at Hagihara Kenji’s somewhat uncontrollable expression with a toothache. With the last bit of conscience, he looked away, but his ears also perked up.

So he heard the kid who beat him inexplicably, and really introduced himself, he said, “The name is Zhu Fukongliang, is that all right?”