After passing the medical accident on Ino's right arm, Ding Ding said that Ino would hold a grudge against him from now on, and would ignore him for several days no matter what. However, unexpectedly, as soon as the injury leave was over, she pulled Shikamaru and Ding Ji and the others came to him.

At this time, she changed her previous dressing style and wore a robe with half of her sleeves, which was somewhat similar to Mitsuki, the style of Boruto's Mitsuki, but it was more slim and more beautiful. She even had a bit of a fashionable ladder model. She was designed and sewn by herself during the past few days of Ino's leave.

"That, Ding Ding, thank you for what happened a few days ago."

"It's better if you don't blame me." Ding Ding couldn't help but smile bitterly. This time it was indeed his wrong. Chakra from the mountain stroke made him lose his composure. Whether it was rashly asking Ino to experiment with the heart turn around or hurriedly treat him, it was because he was not considering it thoroughly.

"You really think too much. This really has nothing to do with you. It's all my fault!" Ino tried hard to explain, "I said that my arms were ugly a few days ago and didn't mean to laugh at you. It's just... You know, it really doesn't match my style, don't care."

When did you laugh at me? Ding Ding recalled carefully. Could it be that Ino cried and complained to the medical ninja about "so ugly~"?

So this is to comfort me? Why?

Shikamaru saw Ding Ding's confusion and said directly: "The elders at home said that you have a lot of worries recently and look very anxious. Let's talk to you more."

"It's nothing wrong with being stronger, it's very convenient many times~" Ino said, waving his right arm, "Now, Dingji Shikamaru can't beat me even if he goes together!"

Shikamaru poked Dingji with his elbow: "You can say a few words too."

After chewing it for a few seconds, I swallowed the potato chips: "My parents didn't say they wanted to blame you. I haven't even eaten well these days. What should I do if I lose weight?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Ji was stared at by Shikamaru Ino and the others: "Oh? Did I say something wrong?"

Ding Ding now understood what the few people were thinking. Generally speaking, they believed that Ding Ding was injured in Ino and the latter showed disgust for the muscles on his arm, which affected Ding Ding's fragile heart, so they came to comfort him...

How to say it? In the ninja world, being different is a kind of pain, you will suffer from strange eyes and endless rejection from others, and become painful memories that cannot be looked back on or the shadow of your life.

By the way, this uniqueness includes: strange voice, weird hairstyle, no eyebrows, too big forehead, blood limit and sealed tailed beast... Sometimes it's quite outrageous to think about it.

Ding Ding was indeed troubled by his weirdness, but on the one hand, Ding Ding was not a really six-year-old child, with a stronger ability to withstand, and by the standards of an adult, his body shape was not too exaggerated. On the other hand, it was also the most important aspect. This time he really didn't have the time to think about it.

Of course, Ding Ding was still very moved by the concerns of the three of them, especially Ino, who was simply a little angel. It was a pity to marry Sai's little face later.

In order to convince the three of them that they were very healthy mentally, Ding Ding was useless and finally paid for the money to invite the three of them to have a barbecue before finally giving up.

Before class in the afternoon, I said goodbye to three little guys in front of my classroom. Looking at the backs of several people, Ding Ding sighed. His skills in qi cultivation are still far from being too bad.

It seems that we need to pay attention next. If you can’t show your emotions, you can’t show your emotions at first sight.

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It was when Ding Ding looked at himself and made up his mind to relax his mind. On the afternoon of the normal life, Gen’s people came to him.

Ding Ding has never come back late these days, but he didn't expect that they would dare to take action even in broad daylight.

It was on the way home alone. When passing an old block, Ding Ding felt the sticky and dark chakra again, which was a mountain stroke.

Fortunately, Ding Ding only felt a chakra with one person having a mountain stroke. Although it does not mean that the other party has only a mountain stroke, it can at least be sure that not many people have come.

Ding Ding had confirmed it very early that loyalty to someone is also a kind of persistence. From this, it is inferred that the chakra of most members of the root should have a similar texture.

At the same time, Ding Ding also found that there was no one around at this time, and he had cleared a street? Is it such a big deal?

Ding Ding glanced left and right a few times without any trace and saw a few figures flashing back and forth. However, she seemed to be shorter, unlike an adult.

As he thought about it, Ding Ding suddenly felt itchy in his neck.

Turning back, a child with a mask touched him at some point and slashed himself in the neck with a knife.

Unfortunately, he was not broken. Ding Ding's body was so tough that he had to use the chakra burst technique if he wanted to make some blood, let alone others.

The child was about to escape without a hit, but unfortunately, his speed was too slow and Ding Ding grabbed his shoulder. With a click, his shoulder blades were broken into several pieces.

Before the other party could scream, Ding Ding sent back and fell to the ground. Ding Ding stepped on her feet and cut off her legs.

Even so, the other party only groaned twice.

On the contrary, a shrill scream came from a distance: "Faith!"

After the words came, two black shurikens flew straight towards Ding Ding.

Ding Ding wanted to reach out and sweep away, but the Shuriken turned out to be empty, bypassing Ding Ding's arm, headed straight to his chest, face and waited for the vital points.

He shook his body and avoided his head, but couldn't dodge his chest, and was shot straight, leaving a piece of ink mark.

Turning his head, another attacker was a boy who was also wearing a mask but was too pale.

Sai Ding Ding frowned. He just mentioned at noon that he didn't expect to meet him now. No wonder he didn't feel the chakra. The mountain stroke brought the students who were still training.

Just as he was about to leave, he felt his left foot tightening and lowering his head. It was the child named Xin. He was holding his tinkle legs with his only intact left hand.

He endured the pain and said intermittently: "I won't... let you hurt him..."

Ding Ding: "…"

Why did I make me look like a villain?

When Ding Ding saw Sai lifting the brush and throwing the scroll, he was about to finish the pen. He bowed his waist and raised the letter, threw it at Sai casually, and smashed it at Sai.

Sai gritted his teeth and avoided it, letting Xun fall to the ground, and continued to attack.

It was a very rational approach, but Ding Ding almost ran to the front with Xin, and Sai was hit hard.

Fortunately, Ding Ding didn't use much force when throwing the letter, didn't run too fast, and didn't knock Sai into a pile of mud, but it was difficult to move for a while.

"Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-" applause suddenly came.

A man wearing a black tights and a gray tactical vest walked out slowly: "He moves quickly, takes decisive action, and still shows overwhelming strength when fighting an opponent with Chunin's strength. He is worthy of being a genius valued by Lord Naruto."

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Chapter completed!