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38. Hot Car Racing

Chapter 38

Car Racing Panas—

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...~ Hiro Sato ~...

With the form of compulsion I responded again to the Persian lover's child.

"Yes, what's up?" manya lazy.

"Can you help me again, brother?"

This kid really bothered me, yeah, but .. It doesn't hurt if he wants to ask me for help again, I thought. "Yes, about what?"

With his tiny finger, the boy pointed to another child playing a car racing game machine that was between a basketball game and a bunch of colorful monitors (honestly, to be honest, I don't understand this machine at all ).

"There's a friend of mine, you'll see, won't you?"

"Yes, obviously." I saw a boy— about a distance with him— sitting in the seat of a mock car whose back was lit in red, and then yellow, then green. It changed every second smoothly like a traffic light.

"Eh, why? Do you guys have a problem?" Yuna suddenly interrupted our conversation. The girl approached and squatted down on the child, then restored her hair with her hands.

"Lately he's turned arrogant" he explained.

"Bomast why?" The gentle attention was again thrown by Yuna.

"Since this one month, we've played here four times."

"Then?" my timp.

"Because of all our visits here, I have never been able to defeat him"—The boy suddenly whined—"Now he has finally become so arrogant, Brother, huaa ...." The crying is getting louder. I don't know how many times people in this place have to pay attention to us because something doesn't really matter.

Yuna patted the boy's head calmly as she said, "Cup, cup, cup, don't cry, it's just a game, right. So don't get into too much trouble."

"Yes, but now his nature has changed. Before that, he wasn't like that." The boy seemed to take his protest to us whose incident did not know anything.

"really?" Yuna asked back.

"true."

"Then I'll do something."

"Huh?" Me and the boy were both surprised after seeing Yuna who immediately straightened her body back up.

"Eh, what do you want, Yuna?" my many.

"Go and finish him." Yuna blinked one eye at me, then changed at the boy.

Finish him? Whatdoes thatmean? I wondered in my heart.

Yuna smiled sinisterly as she raised her thumb up high. "I'll beat your friend for you."

"Huh?" The boy snorted, though one or two tears were still wandering around his cheeks. "You mean, you want to beat him?" he asked, in a high voice.

Suddenly Yuna turned her eyes to the game machine called Whack A Mole right across from us. I feel like he's not interested in the concept of the game, but it seems, that big rubber hammer is what he's currently lyricizing.

"Yes, my brother will beat him!" Yuna glanced back at the boy and patted his head once. "Call Brother yes," the girl added.

It seems, lingering in the arena of this game will be more exciting.

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"Hey, want to play with me?" Yuna's voice barely surpassed that of a person who had high self-confidence, or far above it.

"What?" The bespectacled child who was holding the driver-like steering wheel turned his gaze towards Yuna. Here I can see if the boy's friend was the first one triggered.

"Yes, so. Is Brother having a problem with me?" The response of the boy was so arrogant. "Hey, let's play with me again, Raku. I haven't had much fun with you." His gaze turned to the figure of a child who had just complained to us.

"Ah, anu, I ...." The Persian lover's son was nervous. Not long after he stepped back and stood behind me. "Excite, Brother," he murmured.

"Eh?" I'm appalled. Who is he encouraging for?

Yuna also sat down at the racing game machine that was next to the arrogant boy. "Your opponent this time is me, so please help him, yes." So anyway. It turned out that the boy's slow cheers were aimed at him.

"Are you sure, brother? Even though Big Brother is older than me, but Raku and the people here always lose when dealing with me."

"—That's right." The child hiding behind me muttered again, clutching tightly onto my pants.

"What's really it, anyway?" manya curious.

"If he's only played at this place one month ...." The boy swung his palm several times down, as if asking me to bend down.

"Why?"

"... so far, no one has beaten him."

After hearing that, I chuckled as I said, "Are you sure the results will be the same again?"

"It seems so," he whispered in my ear. I could feel the pessimism from him.

"All right, let's take a look together." Although I did not join this competition, but I believe that Yuna can definitely win it.

Back to the girl. After he inserted his coin into the coin hole, strange writings such as Welcome To The Game were seen on the glass screen.

Now that Yuna was tightly in control of her mock steering wheel, then with a grinning smile, she looked at the glasses boy.

"About a hundred percent, really, I can definitely rival you. So, without further ado, let's get started!"

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The arrogant boy began to say, "You're great too huh, Brother, learn where did you come from?" while staring at the screen containing graphics of dozens of race cars that interject each other. I thought the car must be purple, I thought.

Although it was bullying, but Yuna again smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you for the compliment." Even when she ignored the virtual race in front of her, the girl was still able to make cool maneuvers as she slipped one by one race car that often stood in the way.

Again, this is not a multiplayer race like the dance game engine we played before. So the arrogant boy and Yuna play their own game with the same round, place, level, and difficulty category.

"Woe ...." The child behind me suddenly shifted next to me. "... Brother's friend is so cool."

"Don't be happy!" I patted the boy on the shoulder. "The game's not over, is it, buddy."

"I'm sure Big Brother's friend must be superior to Miro." The boy clenched his hands hard.

"I am too." After commenting on the smile, my gaze again sided with Yuna.

This time he was busy pulling and pushing the gears of the car deftly, and there was absolutely no look of fatigue painted on his face. This time the girl was getting excited.

From here I can take a lesson from the information conveyed by the child.

In a friendship, playing games together for fun is a good thing, no one even dares to ban it, except for some overprotective parents out there who are too worried about their child's future (in fact I'm also offending myself ).

However, if in the competition it has appeared arrogant and the like, it is clear that it will worsen the situation, and make long-established friendships not conducive. You can imagine if only because the game machine that has been programmed well can make a person's personality change, and it is most likely to affect the surrounding environment, such as family, relatives, and friends, and the people closest to him. As a real example, this child is the victim of such arrogance.

Alright, from this little lesson, such a thing must not happen to me and Yuna—we will continue playing without carrying that arrogant feeling attached to our hearts.

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