Curse Return: Do I have to be a spellcaster as a member of the Heilongjiang Ministry?

"Anyway, it won't disappear again."

"It's you, why did you suddenly transfer to Japan?" Atobe Keizawa also wanted to know more about his younger brother as he was always talking about his own affairs.

"I heard that Japanese tennis is very interesting, come and have a look." Atobe Keigo was holding coffee in his hand, and he was talking about the knowledge, but in fact his eyes were very fierce, and he was overflowing with confidence that was not restrained at all.

——What kind of knowledge? He is obviously here to dominate.

All ambitions are exposed.

Wow, that’s really scary~

Atobe Keizawa accepted his younger brother's ambition well. After all, everyone in the Atobe family had a somewhat genuine element, and so did Atobe Keigo, who grew up in this atmosphere.

To a certain extent, only Atobe Keizawa, who yearned for the mercy of the God of Sleep every day, was the outlier.

After accumulating questions for two or three years, when they actually communicated, not many of them could actually be discussed. To be honest, Atobe Keigo just wanted to know about his brother's living conditions. Now that he had confirmed it, he was satisfied.

"What other plans do you have next?" After a few words of chatting about the business, the atmosphere relaxed a lot. Atobe Keigo stirred the coffee in the cup and watched his brother push a piece of strawberry cake towards him with a hint of disgust: "I remember you don't like sweets."

"You just finished playing the game, didn't you? Eat a little to replenish your strength."

Maybe it was not in line with the cool guy's temperament. After the game, which was obviously very physically demanding, the young prince of the Atobe family still only ordered a cup of cool iced American style.

The cold April spring breeze seemed particularly chilly, and Atobe Keizawa, who was so young and had already soaked wolfberry in a thermos cup but still stayed up late, cried out in dismay.

But he didn't dare to squeak, he only dared to secretly order a small dessert to replenish his energy.

"The game is very cool."

Atobe Kagezawa rested his elbows on the dining table and propped up his chin. After he relaxed, a wave of laziness hit his face. He blinked his big blue eyes with a hint of teasing.

"The first-year juniors asked the seniors to step down immediately. Did you hear the comments of the little girls outside the court - ah~ Atobe-sama is so handsome that you can't get close to him..."

"Hey! Shut up, uncle!!"

His Royal Highness the little prince's face turned red almost instantly, and the beautiful mole under his eyes was even more shining. He was so embarrassed and angry that if it weren't for a table across the way, Atobe Keigo would have rushed over to cover his brother's nonsense. Break your mouth!

He doesn't feel weird when he does it himself, but once someone imitates him like this.

——You can almost say that you want to escape from this planet with your schoolbag on your back!

After all, Atobe Keigo at this age is definitely not as coquettish as the future emperor.

"Speaking of which, was it your own idea to snap your fingers?"

"? You still say??" He raised his voice.

"Don't tell me, don't tell me." Atobe Kagezawa waved his hands and pretended to be scared. His younger brother was easy to tease, but he couldn't go too far, so he smiled and handed over the comforting candy in a flattering manner: " I have nothing to do next, no matter what Xiaojing wants to do, I can accompany you."

"... I'll let you off for once." The young master muttered, and then raised his chin reservedly: "I just returned to Japan not long ago, and I haven't bought any tennis equipment yet. I punish you by helping me carry my shopping bag."

"Okay, we can go after you finish eating." Atobe Keizawa nodded without hesitation and happily accepted the punishment from his younger brother.

In fact, most of Atobe Keigo's tennis supplies have fixed preferences and there is no need for him to buy them himself. However, both brothers know very well that shopping is just a cover.

A pretense to extend the time the brothers spend together.

When he was young, Atobe Keizawa never allowed anyone to follow him when he went out, mainly because he was afraid of involving other people. But in the eyes of Atobe Keigo, his brother didn't like being followed when he went out, so he dragged Atobe with him as soon as he walked out of the cafe. Jingze drove away, leaving the driver uncle inexplicably messy in the wind.

Mr. Driver: This world is still wrong after all.

"Don't worry, I'll take the young master back if it's late." Atobe Kageze hung behind his younger brother amusedly.

"I am not a child." Atobe Keigo turned around and glanced at him.

Of course Xiaojing is not an ordinary child, he is my younger brother.

Atobe Kagezawa's mood gradually became blurry as he fell behind his younger brother, like the spring sun shining on the golden field in March, the soft and delicate sunshine gradually turning people into sugar water.

This sparkling mood lasted until Atobe Kagezawa stood in front of his castle holding large and small bags, and the corners of his upturned mouth never dropped.

Standing at the door of his house after a long absence, Atobe Kageze actually didn't have any special feelings. On the contrary, the housekeeper who came out saw his two young masters getting along so harmoniously. While taking the big and small bags from Atobe Kageze's hand, he returned them. I was moved to tears, and I saw Atobe Kageze feeling helpless and sad.

It has indeed been a long time since I went home, no wonder some people are complaining about it.

"What about you? Are you staying at home or going back to school?" Watching the housekeeper take the items from his brother's hand, Atobe Keigo glanced at his brother and asked calmly.

"Ah, I won't go in."

With his hands empty, Atobe Kageze subconsciously touched his back, but found nothing - both Xianghe and Liuying were left in the dormitory, so he had no choice but to put his paws into his pockets without leaving any trace and then promised with a smile: "Don't worry, I will answer the phone, reply to messages, and I will go to watch Xiaojing’s games when I have time. Although there is no guarantee that every message will be answered in seconds, as long as I see it, I will reply. Don’t worry about my brother, everything is fine.”

"——It won't disappear anymore."

"Hmph." Atobe Keigo didn't try to persuade him to stay. Perhaps because he knew very well that as long as he stayed, he would get the results he wanted, so he was unwilling to use his privileges at this time.

After all, privileges become more valuable the more they are reserved.

"Be good, I will bring you a souvenir next time we meet. Where do you want it?"

"I have never heard that your mountain survival school also has souvenirs. Could it be wild mushrooms from the mountains?"

"Haha, if Xiaojing wants, that's fine too."

……

The night was like water. Atobe Kagezawa rejected the kindness of his family driver and embarked on the return journey alone.

"Hey, the cake you bought is worth five yuan." Yato suddenly appeared, holding two cute little bags and leaning against the telephone pole on the roadside. He wore a dirty sweatshirt and a saliva towel, like Terrible homeless bum.

Fortunately, his face is good enough to hit.

Atobe Keizawa politely took one of the bags. The store Xiao Jing picked was good. When checking out, Atobe Keizawa bought two more bags, one for Yato as payment and one for the daytime guy. A giant cat is served as a midnight snack in the house.

"Thank you for your hard work. One of the bags is for Yato."

"Lord Atobe! You are such a good person!!" Lord Kami burst into tears and held Atobe Kageze's hand tightly, his eyes sparkling with golden stars as he was moved.

"Hands...sweaty hands..." In other words, why do gods have so many sweaty hands? The slightly mysophobic blond boy looked at his white hands with his mouth twitching.

Ah - he's definitely not clean anymore.

Yato happily held the little cake in his arms, happily thinking about showing off to Hiyori when he got home, that he was also a male god with tributes!

Oh yes, and there is Daikoku, that guy always ridicules that he has no one to pay tribute to him except Hiyori.

The god in sportswear held the cake high, and the light from the streetlights poured down the top of his head, making the cake shine like a piece of wealth dropped from heaven.

Look! Tribute! this! that is! My uncle! Tribute!

"Speaking of which..."

Yadou, who was satisfied with his thoughts, stepped in front of Atobe Kagezawa in three steps and two steps at a time. When he mentioned the serious matter, his originally frivolous expression turned to indifference, and he held his arms in vain and said.

"The thing you asked me to check for you is that USB flash drive. It's found."