C411 Where Did This Retard Come from
Chris knew what Han Chung was up to the moment he threw the bag. When she thought about how Han Chung had been kicked in the butt by Curry, and how this dog had used a freeze card to trap them, she immediately went up to him.
She jumped and grabbed the bag. She provoked Curry with a smile, "Leave it to me now. Come and snatch it from me."
Curry knew that they were messing with him, but he had no choice. He had to snatch it even if he did not want to. He braked quickly and ran towards Chris with a twist of his waist.
Chris deliberately waited a little longer. When she was in front of them, she immediately raised the bag and jumped up. Even though Curry had jumped up early, he still missed.
He was so angry that he almost cried, "You guys bullied me!"
Chris giggled, "You're blaming me?"
Before he could react, she threw the bag back to Han Chung. "Go!"
Curry glared at her angrily and continued to rush towards the next round of stubbornness, knowing that he could not do it.
The three of them threw the bag at him for half an hour. In the end, Curry could not hold it any longer and rolled his eyes and collapsed.
He was so tired of fainting that he was tired to death. He ran back and forth and almost vomited. Poor thing, those two dog thieves actually played with him for half an hour!
He was so angry that he trembled. "I quit!"
Han Chung and Chris also did not feel good. Although it was only a matter of stretching out their hands, staring at a bag flying in the air for half an hour was also tiring. They felt dizzy and wanted to vomit.
"You lost." Han Chung did not forget to stab it.
Curry was so angry that he shook his head. "You are a dog. You are not trustworthy. You did not even think of returning my bag to me. You are just making fun of me!"
Han Chung threw the bag back onto his back and looked down at Curry, who had collapsed into a pile. "You can't run fast, you can't jump high, and you're so short. If you can't get the bag, you'll scold me. You deserve it."
"Besides, you kicked me. You're making fun of me. What do you think? Aren't you going to take the bait?" Han Chung even made a face that looked like he was asking for a beating. "Give me a moment. Get up and hit me."
Other than his fluent English sentences, Han Chung had been communicating with other people using Mandarin mixed with English. Curry had also learned some Mandarin, so he could basically hear about 70% to 80% of the daily conversations. In addition, Han Chung was so vivid and vivid, the ridicule in his eyes was only a step away from turning into a knife and flying out. He instantly understood this provocative and humiliating words to 100%.
"You are a dog, you are a dog! You stinky dog! You lied to me! "
As he spoke, he kicked him with his short legs.
Han Chung jumped backwards to avoid the kick. He smiled and didn't say anything.
Because Curry's behavior was really childish. He had even lowered his tone.
Which big man would be played by someone not to fight, but to point at you and call you a dog? To be honest, this kind of harmless words could be heard from the left ear to the right ear without any force.
It could only be said that the three of them had made an appointment to sing a show, but Han Chung and Chris got off the stage early. Only Curry, who was still singing on the stage, could not see the situation clearly.
Thinking about this, it did not seem like there was any meaning in continuing to play. Han Chung found a bench and sat down. He rested while staring at Curry.
Curry did not have strength in his hands and feet, but his voice was loud. He kept scolding him that he was a dog. Han Chung's ears felt like they were going to get calluses when he heard it. He almost wanted to personally teach him what it was like to scold a country.
Wait a minute. Curry had finally scolded enough. He sat up and looked at the mineral water in Han Chung's hand. He said pitifully, "I'm so thirsty. Can you give me some water?"
Han Chung was speechless."
Where did this retard come from? Go and play somewhere else.
