It’s normal to have skills in Wangwang, right?

Chapter 391 An Encounter on the Road

Allen swiped his key card to open the booked hotel room and carefully placed Liu Lingyin, who was on his back, into the room.

Tristan carried their bags, put Liu Lingyin's bag down, and then turned and went out, standing outside the door with Echizen Ryoga to wait for Allen to come out.

The soft carpet absorbed the sound of her footsteps. Almost as soon as her feet touched the ground, Liu Lingyin drowsily moved towards the nearest bed. At that moment, nothing was more tempting than snuggling into the embrace of a soft bed.

Before falling into a deep sleep, Liu Lingyin clung to the last vestiges of consciousness and mumbled:

"Brother... I might... sleep for a long time... You guys... go play by yourselves... Don't call me when you need to eat... I'll find something to eat myself when I get up..."

The sound grew fainter and fainter until it was completely silent. Allen looked at his sleeping sister, who was soundly asleep, sighed helplessly, and finally gave in.

He bent down and carefully covered her with a thin blanket.

He straightened up, turned around and went out, closing the door behind him to shut out the noise from outside.

Allen glanced at the two people outside the door, a sharp glint in his eyes, and a smirk played on his lips.

"How about it, interested in stretching your muscles around the neighborhood?"

At this moment, he desperately needed to vent the anger and helplessness that had been building up inside him because his sister had been bullied.

Tristan elegantly adjusted his cuffs, but the usual smile was gone from his blue eyes: "Perfect timing, I also feel the need to stretch my legs."

Ryoga Echizen tossed the orange he had somehow reappeared in his hand, a cold smile playing on his lips: "That's a really good idea!"

They jogged along the coastal road, the sea breeze still blowing, but their sharp eyes swept over every corner—the boats sailing on the sea, the people playing on the beach, the noisy rides in the amusement park… They ran lap after lap, deliberately slowing down to search carefully, but those two repulsive faces with frivolous smiles seemed to have evaporated without a trace.

“How lucky! We didn’t run into any of these.” Tristan stopped, his breathing still steady, but his tone carried a hint of coldness.

Allen's face darkened further, and he slammed his fist on the roadside guardrail, making a dull thud. Unable to find anyone, the anger simmering inside him had nowhere to go, especially the thought of his sister, who was probably hungry and resting at the hotel, only fueled his frustration.

"Let's fill our stomachs first." Ryoga Echizen was quite direct, pointing to a decent-looking fast food restaurant not far away.

The three of them went inside and ordered some hamburgers and fries. In England, this was enough for rough guys like them; at least it filled their stomachs and provided them with calories.

As for other delicacies, forget about them!

This is a culinary desert—England!

Haven't you heard that the thinnest book in the world includes "The English Cookbook"?

Moreover, it contains many infamous "dark cuisine" dishes that are known worldwide.

Otherwise, Alan wouldn't have gone to France to study so early. He was really afraid of his mother's favorite dishes, since his mother only knew how to cook English food.

While many restaurants do serve good food, they mainly focus on dim sum.

It's fine as a snack, but as a main meal, a hamburger is better to fill your stomach!

Steak is fine too, but I just ate it yesterday!

People in Europe and America are basically tired of eating steak and hamburgers.

They ate steak yesterday, so they'll definitely choose a burger today. It's absolutely impossible for them to eat the same thing every day.

Although Allen was worried about whether Liu Lingyin was hungry or feeling unwell, he didn't want to disturb her when she really needed to rest and sleep. He decided to go back and check on her later.

As the host, Allen suppressed his frustration and decided to find a place to distract himself.

"Since you're all here, I'll take you somewhere that I think you'll like."

He led the two to a rather upscale multi-functional club near the hotel. The club had excellent facilities and services and was only open to VIP members.

Although Uncle Liu Lingyin's family isn't extremely wealthy, the presence of someone like Shintaro in their network of connections indicates that Allen's family isn't short of money. At least Allen certainly doesn't lack VIP cards for high-end clubs like this.

Upon entering the indoor tennis area, modern and comprehensive facilities come into view. Even better, it's a hub for many skilled and passionate tennis enthusiasts, creating a lively atmosphere perfect for making friends through the game, or... a "crushing match."

The three exchanged a glance and then went their separate ways, some practicing on their own, others finding someone to spar with.

Allen's playing style was already solid and strategic, but now it was even more aggressive, with each shot being powerful and accurate, forcing his opponent to retreat.

Tristan maintained his elegant posture, but his swing became more aggressive. His precise baseline control and sudden volleys at the net left his opponent scrambling and losing all composure.

Ryoga Echizen then fully displayed his astonishing strength beneath his unruly demeanor, effortlessly executing various high-difficulty returns and toying with his opponents. The wicked smile on his face was even deeper than usual, as if he were enjoying some kind of alternative pleasure.

After several exhilarating (one-sidedly crushing) matches, the three of them felt incredibly refreshed.

They walked to the rest area on the sidelines, picked up water bottles to replenish their fluids, and prepared to rest for a while before finding others to spar with.

Just then, a familiar, arrogant voice came from the entrance, which was particularly jarring.

The three of them paused, and all looked up at the same time.

Two flashy, frivolous white youths swaggered in, accompanied by several companions. They were laughing and talking loudly, oblivious to everyone else, boasting about their "feats" at sea and mocking the embarrassing scenes of some "clueless newbies" who had fallen into the sea.

"Hey, I heard this place is pretty good. How about a game with me? Want to make some fun bets?"

The main culprit who overturned Liu Lingyin's motorboat was speaking to his companion in a provocative tone, clearly wanting to find a sense of superiority in tennis as well.

Allen, Tristan, and Ryoga Echizen looked away and exchanged a silent glance.

At almost the same time, a cold and ambiguous smile slowly curved up the corners of his mouth.

There was an uncontrollable rage in his eyes, and now he had finally found the perfect outlet.

It's true... you can search high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly.

You choose not to take the path to heaven, but barge into the gates of hell.

"Their idea is exactly what I want! Don't you think so, Tristan?"

Allen's voice was soft, but it carried a chill.

“Of course,” Tristan replied gently, adjusting his wristband slowly.

Ryoga Echizen had already picked up his racket, lightly tapping his shoulder with the racket face, his eyes like a leopard eyeing its prey.

"I've always been short of travel funds, this is great news!"

After straightening his clothes, Allen stepped forward with a gentle smile and asked:

"It's no fun if you guys play by yourselves, why don't you let us join in too!"

His hand seemed to unconsciously stroke the expensive watch he had just secretly slipped onto his wrist. When the sunlight shone on it, the two white men's eyes were momentarily blinded.

Fat sheep...

Seeing that they were covered in sweat, clearly exhausted, and very confident in their skills, the two young white men nodded with a look of satisfaction.

When someone offers them extra money for free, why would they refuse?

Once they've agreed, there's no going back on their word, and neither can Allen and the other two.

In the following period, he first used the cat-teasing method, deliberately losing a few rounds in a very "hard" way, until he started to exert his strength in the sixth round, determined to make it a nightmare that those two arrogant youths and their companions could never wake up from.

Allen was the first to take the court. With his impeccable basic skills and strong court control, he pinned his opponents to the baseline. Every shot was like a precise interrogation, leaving his opponents running in vain and failing to score a single point. Their mental defenses collapsed first.

Tristan took over, his shots still elegant, yet like a gentle, slow torture. He wasn't in a hurry to score, but instead used exquisite spin and placement to make his opponent run around the court like a puppet, exhausting his stamina, and finally being finished off in despair by a seemingly light short shot.

The final act, by Ryoga Echizen, completely shed the pretense of "playing around."

His playing style was wild and extremely aggressive, a perfect combination of power, speed, and skill that left his opponents defenseless. On several occasions, he even knocked their rackets away with his shots. The coldness in his eyes was more humiliating than any words.

The three of them took turns on the court, using completely different yet equally devastating methods to repeatedly crush the two opponents (and their teammates who later volunteered to help). The tennis court became a one-sided courtroom.

As for the stakes? The amount initially arrogantly proposed by the other party was multiplied several times at Allen's "friendly" suggestion, and the result was a foregone conclusion.

When those two initially arrogant youths, pale-faced, drenched in sweat, barely able to hold their rackets, and, supported by their companions, scrambled to empty their wallets, even having to make last-minute transfers to scrape together enough money for gambling, and nearly even had to use their clothes to pay off their debts—essentially reduced to their underwear—they practically scrambled away from the club amidst the silent or mocking gazes of onlookers.

Allen, Tristan, and Ryoga Echizen stood on the sidelines, watching the fleeing figure. The anger that had been building up in their chests ever since Rin fell into the water finally dissipated.

With a racket in hand, some "principles" become exceptionally clear when explained.

Sunlight streamed through the clubhouse's tall glass windows, casting long shadows on them.

The three of them turned their gaze back towards the exit and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Allen: "Judging by the time, it's been a while. I'd like to go back to the hotel to check on Lingyin. You can decide for yourselves whether you want to stay here or go do something else nearby. I'm sorry I can't keep you company!"

Tristan stretched out his hand, and his tall, slender, perfectly proportioned body naturally leaned against Allen.

“My dear friend, what are you saying! Your sister is my sister too, and you're still being so polite with me at a time like this! You don't treat me like a friend at all! We'll go together later.”

"Although we haven't known each other for long, I feel like we should be considered friends! And Suzune is so cute, how could I possibly leave you guys behind and go out to play by myself at this time?"

After a brief discussion, the three decided to return to the hotel to check on Liu Lingyin before making any further plans.

Before taking a shower in the guest shower room at the club, Allen divided the small amount of money they had earned. He originally only wanted Tristan and Ryoga Echizen to split it equally, but they both refused, so in the end, the three of them split it equally.

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When she woke up, Liu Lingyin sat up from the soft bedding, stretched, and felt completely comfortable and refreshed.

The dizziness and weakness in my limbs after falling into the water have completely disappeared, and there is nothing wrong with my throat and lungs. I even feel more energetic than before I went to sleep.

She blinked, then belatedly realized—it seemed… her pills were working a little too well?

Although the choking sensation after falling into the water was uncomfortable, it didn't seem to cause any substantial damage. The so-called weakness was probably more due to the sudden fright combined with the intense drowsiness caused by the disruption of my regular biological clock.

"Well……"( ????? )

Having figured this out, a hint of embarrassment appeared on Liu Lingyin's face.

What a mess... Thinking back to how Allen and the other two were on high alert, carefully escorting her back, and my own "weak" appearance...

*Taisha is dead!*?(????w????)?

We absolutely, absolutely cannot let them know the truth! This beautiful misunderstanding must be covered up at all costs!

To cover up her guilty conscience, she immediately got out of bed, washed up, and changed into a clean set of casual clothes.

I checked the time on my phone; afternoon tea was well past, and it was almost dinner time. At this awkward hour, the hotel restaurant probably wouldn't have many appealing options.

Let's go out and find something to eat.

She slung her small backpack over her shoulder and checked her phone for text messages as she walked out of her hotel room.

I switched to Do Not Disturb mode when I went to sleep, and now there are tons of messages in my inbox again.

Classmates, friends, Yukimura, Sanada, Atobe... and finally, Tezuka.

The content inside is incredibly diverse; after all, classmates can gossip about all sorts of things.

Yukimura and Sanada sent their greetings and expressed their concern (reply quickly).

Atobe's tricky matchmaking (this is good; the two of them can work together to earn more money).

Kurobe asked when he could go back. He recently received a packet of top-grade Chinese black tea from a friend and wanted to invite her to try it. (We'll have to wait until she gets back to make the appointment. Oh, and by the way, she should buy some English black tea as a souvenir before she goes back.)

Tezuka knew she was in England. If you plan to go to Germany, remember to contact him (definitely).

After typing out the main reply, I called Allen.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Liu Lingyin guessed that Allen might be busy with something and unable to answer the phone, so she hung up and sent a short message:

"Brother, I'm awake and feel great, but I'm a little hungry. I'm going to the food street to find something to eat. Reply to me when you see this message."

After sending the message, she put her phone back in her pocket and headed towards the direction of the food street that Allen had described in her memory, feeling relaxed.

However, today is estimated to be a day of conflict for Liu Lingyin.

Just as she turned a corner and entered a relatively quiet alley leading to the food street, she bumped into a group of young men with gloomy expressions and somewhat slow steps.

There were about five or six of them, all tall and typical young Europeans and Americans, but they looked rather disheveled at the moment—some were rubbing their shoulders, some were limping, and their faces and bodies were covered in sweat and flush from strenuous exercise. More importantly, they all had ashen faces, their eyes burning with a mixture of frustration and anger, and they were cursing filthy things like "damn Asian kid," "insidious bastard," and "my wallet..."