Conan: Ke Xuebai Moonlight Sticker Manual

It was said to be a competition, but it was actually a practice match. Akashi Seijuro placed Hezuki in a seat with a good view, covered his white legs exposed under her skirt with his coat, and gave his mobile phone to She took it.

"It won't be long. Wait for me here for a while."

The young man bent down and unscrewed the cap of the juice bottle for her, and handed her the snacks he had prepared in advance, "If you're hungry, eat this first. I'll make a reservation for dinner, and we'll go together when we're done."

Heyue nodded and watched the boy wearing the jersey enter. His back was strong and tall, the tendon lines on his calves were smooth, and the tips of his rose-colored hair fluttered with his movements, like a blazing flame.

This was Tsurutsuki's first time watching Seijuro play.

The Seijuro I am familiar with in my memory is naturally friendly and approachable, and will be perfectly interpreted into every detail of life.

And this Seijuro is fierce and powerful, with obvious aggression in every look in his eyes. He is like a blazing flame on the court, blooming into the most powerful posture.

When he is on the court, he is the embodiment of victory.

The snacks in his mouth are so sweet that his heart is filled with joy, and the young man in front of him is full of energy.

This is an experience that Hezuki has never had before. This is the first time she has truly seen the most real Seijuro——

Without the pressure of countless classes, without the constraints of imperial education, and without the suppression of family rules, he is the most essential and real him.

Best friends who have been separated for ten years need to get along, but in different ways.

For example, she and zero rely on sticking and straight balls. Generally speaking, she and zero can quickly eliminate the barriers, and Hiro plays a major role.

As for her and Seijuro, they adopted the clumsiest and most sincere method: getting closer to each other, understanding each other, and accepting each other.

In the past few days, Seijuro would stay with her when he didn't have classes. He wouldn't deliberately show anything. Most of the time, they would do their own things separately. This was also a way to get to know each other.

The running-in period of a few days is still a bit short, but the results are obvious.

And in today's practice match, Seijuro took the initiative to invite Heyue to come and watch, why didn't he take the initiative to approach her?

He never concealed the difference in his personality in front of her. He was strong, majestic, and even a little stubborn. He never thought of hiding it from her, although this personality may not be what she likes.

Will it make her feel distant?

He wasn't sure.

Until the end of the game, amidst the cheers of the crowd, a girl in a ragged skirt walked up to him and handed him a bottle of water.

Akashi Seijuro smiled.

He knew that he had taken the right step.

He took the initiative to approach her and showed himself unreservedly, and finally received a response——

She was walking towards him too.

"Come on, I'll take you to dinner."

The young man stepped forward and took Heyue's hand, took the coat from her hand and put it casually on his elbow.

The dinner place was at Hanamikoji. Heyue didn't expect that this young master would also come here to dine. After sitting down, he couldn't help but look at him several times.

Seijuro guessed what she was thinking by looking at her expression, and couldn't help pinching her cheek, "I'm a human, not an alien, and I don't eat any fairy grass."

He Yue blinked and sat down obediently.

Overall, Heyue was very satisfied with this meal.

After returning, Seijuro walked with her in the garden for a while, and at the same time issued the next invitation, "Can I take you to ride a horse tomorrow, Saturday?"

Heyue: "...?"

No matter how easy it was to talk, Heyue couldn't help but have a tangled expression at this moment, stopped, and stared at him with a faint look.

Equestrian is a compulsory course for almost all children from wealthy families, and Tsuruzuki is no exception. When she was a child, her uncle Akashi personally selected the pony for her, and she named it "Pudding".

Unfortunately, the pudding was later moved to the island and resold, and now there is no trace of it.

Heyue only learned the beginning of equestrian skills. Later, she began to live a wandering life and did not continue to learn. After so many years, she had long forgotten all the things she had learned.

It can be said that any of the horses in the Akashi Racecourse now know more about equestrian skills than she does.

"Yukimaru has grown up, let me show you."

Seijuro also understood what she was thinking and pinched her fingertips, "I'll take you for a couple of runs. Don't worry, there won't be any danger."

Yukimaru is Seijuro's horse, and he named it himself.

The next day, Heyue saw this beautiful horse in Akashi's horse farm. It seemed to be a little curious about the unfamiliar smell. He came closer to her and sniffed, then cupped her palm and took the initiative to put his head into it. In her arms.

Seijuro smiled with his lips, held Hezuki's hand, and gently placed it on Yukimaru's head, "It seems Yukimaru likes you very much. Try touching it."

Hezuki tentatively touched Yukimaru's mane first, and when he saw that he didn't resist, he gently touched his ears.

If her pudding was still there, it would be as beautiful as this.

"Go up and try it."

Seijuro interrupted her wandering thoughts, stood behind her, held her waist, and lifted her up with a gentle lift.

Heyue: "..."

I always feel like I'm being treated like a carrot.

"Hold the reins and don't get distracted."

Seijuro's low-pitched voice sounded in his ears. Hezuki put aside those miscellaneous thoughts, carefully held the reins, and groped for the stirrup with his left foot.

Fortunately, Seijuro gave her some temporary advice on the way here and explained some steps and key points on getting on and off the horse, so that she wouldn't be in a hurry now.

With his help, Heyue quickly sat on the horse, and then her back was pressed against the boy's warm chest. His arm went around her waist and held the reins, encircling her whole body. Inside the bend.

Yukimaru seemed a little excited and couldn't help but pace a little.

Such a height made He Yue afraid to move for a while. She was like a stiff carrot, with her back straight, for fear of being knocked down.

There was warm breath brushing against her ears, Seijuro seemed to chuckle, and she could clearly feel the vibration in his chest.

"Don't be afraid, I won't let you fall."

Seijuro bent down slightly, enveloped her with his breath, and leaned against her ear to patiently comfort her, "Don't look down, look ahead."

He held her hand tightly on the reins and waited patiently for her to relax.

"Ayue, we're going to start."

After saying that, Yukimaru raised his head, neighed, and started running.

Heyue's eyes widened. She had tied her hair into a high ponytail today, and the broken hair on her temples was blown by the oncoming wind. She felt as if she was flying through the wind. Along with her faster and faster heartbeat, she felt a sense of comfort. Dripping pleasure.

Seijuro behind him seemed to be closer to her. Her back and his chest were close to each other, transmitting their body temperature and heartbeat. His heartbeat was noisy in her ears, and her body temperature made his expression more wanton.

For the first time, Heyue felt the joy of galloping on a horse.

Seijuro asked her in her ear, "Want to go faster?"

Heyue nodded.

Then she captured the temperature of the wind.

Such a gentle, refreshing breath that could sweep away some dust made her unable to help but close her eyes and get close to him.

Yukimaru ran a few laps before slowing down and took Seijuro and Tsurugi for a casual walk at the racecourse.

The red-haired boy hugged the slender and fair girl, his arms tightly protecting her waist, almost holding her in his arms. It was an action full of protection and possessiveness.

At this time, no one bothered to care about these details.

They were leaning against each other, calming down the overly intense heartbeats, and could clearly feel each other's every breath.

Seijuro closed his eyes, his golden eyes and red eyes changed several times, and finally stayed at golden color.

He curled his lips silently, lowered his head and rested his chin on the top of her hair.