Male god collapses daily

In Fenghe's eyes, Mr. Atobe is a very particular person.

In fact, Fenghe himself is quite particular among a group of teenagers.When U-17 was training in the failure group, he drank spring water, ate wild vegetables and slept in a cave. No matter how tired or sleepy he was, he would try to clean himself up as much as possible.

But the friend who sleeps with him is also very clean.In addition, they didn't lose anything, so in the later period, compared with other sloppy teenagers who seemed to roll back from the mud, the two of them were really clean and shining.

Because of this, Fenghe has always been quite satisfied with his state. After all, other things are not important, and cleanliness is the most rare thing.

After living with Atobe, Fenghe realized that compared to Atobe, he is really nothing.

That uncle is the one who even takes a bath with champagne, rose petals, and classical music. Of course, as a minor, champagne is still non-alcoholic.

All this makes Fenghe feel ashamed, compared with Atobe, his life is really rough.

But a sigh is a sigh. When Atobe occasionally laughed at him for not being gorgeous, Feng He would just let the wind pass by his ears and let it blow.

After all, there is only one gorgeous grandpa in this world, he just needs to keep his own style.

But it is true that Atobe is sometimes too gorgeous and exquisite.

For example, just like now, after the club work is over, Mr. Atobe has to take a shower, change clothes and tidy himself up, and finally spray a little perfume.

When Fenghe saw it for the first time, he couldn't help sighing. Fortunately, he didn't get the Bingdi when he was doing the task, otherwise he might never be able to complete the task.

If you really want to talk about Su Bo, who else is there besides Jibu?

Of course, a joke is a joke. Generally speaking, Feng He admires Mr. Atobe's style of maintaining the most gorgeous posture anytime and anywhere.

only……

This uncle has been stuck in his own state for too long!

After almost rolling his eyes in his heart, Feng He raised his voice, "Atobe, rehearsal time is almost here."

Because of Atobe's stage play, the players in their tennis club have to stay after the practice to continue the rehearsal of the stage play, and Feng He has been waiting here for someone who will act in the opposite play for a long time.

He felt that people could not continue to be so narcissistic.

"Is my uncle the kind of person who will be late? Huh?" Atobe asked with a slightly rising gorgeous ending.

Feng He leaned against the door with her hands folded, looking at people with indifferent eyes, "You are not," paused intentionally or unintentionally, "but it is my responsibility to guide you."

Atobe's observation skills are amazing, and he can tell at a glance that this guy is joking, although it is very inconspicuous.

He glanced at the person, "An angel who leads into heaven, or a demon who seduces the fallen?"

Feng He raised his eyebrows calmly, "The angel in the eyes of others may not be the angel in my own eyes, and the devil in the eyes of others may be just a deceptive illusion. So," he raised his eyes to Shangjibu's eyes, "In your eyes, is it an angel? Or a devil?"

Atobe put his hand between his eyes, "In my eyes, all disguises are invisible."

"Oh?" Feng He changed his posture, "Is that an angel? Or a demon?" He asked again.

However, Atobe replied with a rather unexpected answer, "neither an angel nor a demon."

"What is that?" Feng He asked with interest, it's not an angel or a devil, what is that?

"In one thought, maybe it's an angel, or maybe it's a demon." Atobu pointed at the man and raised his jaw slightly.

Feng He was about to say something, but he was held back by the side for a long time, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted. The black line on his forehead was about to appear, "You...you come to rehearse when you have had enough acting."

I really can't stand these two guys, what are they going to do when they don't agree with each other, and make fun of the stalks in the plot.

The guy who watched the wind used to be a serious and serious person, but now he realizes that this is not the case at all. No wonder Atobe said that he only looks like this on the surface.

These two people get together, one looks arrogant and the other is cold, and they play quite vigorously.

I really don't know what to say about the two of them.

Being stopped by Ninzu, there is no more to play, Feng He looked up at the sky from the bottom of his heart, and Atobe snorted.

However, the two also knew that Renzu was talking about serious business, so they didn't say much, so they took advantage of the situation and walked to the arranged social office together to start today's rehearsal.

And the rehearsal was not all smooth sailing. Once it started, it was a flurry of wildfires.

It's not that there is anything wrong with anyone's attitude. After all, Atobu has high requirements. Under his high standards and strict requirements, everyone must be very serious to meet his requirements.

What's more, the people in the Ice Emperor Tennis Club are also very arrogant young people. Even if it's a stage play, they don't want to lose to others at all, so they still work hard.

It's just that hard work and good results are two different things.

Regardless of the degree of unsuitability of some characters, it probably belongs to the fact that no matter how hard you try, you are somewhat powerless.

There is still a big problem with this stage play.

About the heroine Christine...

Because Atobe wants to play the heroine, as the person who adapted the script, it is incumbent on him to take on the important role of director when Atobe is on stage.

It's just that when he saw Christine played by Atobe, he also felt like he didn't know how to speak.

There is no problem with the lines, Atobu is absolutely memorized, and he speaks it as soon as he opens his mouth, and he reads it in a cadence, full of emotion, and he has a solid foundation.

The acting skills are also good. Atobe came back from studying in the UK and was deeply influenced by British drama. He has high requirements on the members and he must do his best, so the performance is also decent.

Of course, the cooperation with other actors is not bad.

Just ...

Ren Zuzu glanced at the man who was standing in the middle of the stage, shining brightly, who could be crowned king with just a snap of his fingers.

Can't help holding his forehead, this is not the Christine in his mind, really not...

"What's that expression on your face?" Atobe glanced over, "Are you dissatisfied with my uncle's acting skills?"

"...No." Ren Zu felt innocent.

On the contrary, Feng He somewhat understood the thoughts of the writer of the script, and after giving him a sympathetic look, "I don't think it's an acting problem."

He could also tell that Atobe was really good at acting, and even if he was playing a female character, he didn't feel too disobedient.

"What's the problem?" Atobe turned his head to look at Feng He. Although he was arrogant, he was not someone who would not listen to others' reminders. Of course, he would judge for himself whether what others said made sense.

Feng He thought for a while, and used a relatively abstract word to answer this question, "It should be a matter of aura."

Atobe's aura is too strong. As the Ice Emperor King who stands on the top all the year round, even if he stops there, he is full of aura without talking.

And Atobe himself is the kind of person who shows off his aura anytime and anywhere, so flamboyant that he wants people all over the world to be intoxicated by his magnificence.

It has nothing to do with words such as low-key, modest, etc.

Let alone someone like Christine.

"That's right," Shinobu regained his energy, and since Feng He had spoken, he continued, "Christine is actually a very weak girl, otherwise she wouldn't be so easily intimidated by the phantom. And temptation. Of course, she also has her own brave side, which is her shining point, but she is not so firm and brave all the time." Now that Christine stands there, she feels evenly matched with Phantom, really...

Feng He nodded, "The balance of the drama," doesn't mean that the hero and heroine must be evenly matched, but that the dominant relationship changes with the plot. "At the beginning, Phantom is strong and Christine is weak. Listin slowly became stronger, and the strength of the two changed." He could actually see that Atobe himself was also paying attention to this point, but after so many years of flamboyant flamboyance, now he wanted to suddenly restrain that dazzling light, It's not that easy either.

But if Atobe doesn't restrain himself, the play will easily become unbalanced, and the audience will have a sense of disobedience. This kind of Christine is not like someone who would do such a thing, and then she will play .

Fenghe felt that Atobe definitely didn't want to see this.

After all, isn't it about putting on the most gorgeous stage play?

"Of course I know what you're talking about." Atobe glared at the two people who sang together. He had already dabbled in British drama, and he was much better at drama theory than a half-baked guy like Feng He.

But if you know it, you know that he is also trying his best to restrain his aura, but like his lord, he is born with a strong aura, what can he do.

Feng He and Ninzu didn't care about being stared at by Atobe, Ninzu pushed his glasses, "So, what should we do now?"

Fenghe began to offer ideas irresponsibly, since he was not the one who played the heroine anyway, "How about the usual training?" He was still very happy to watch Atobe's jokes.

There was a flash of light in Ninzuzu's glasses, "How to cultivate from the usual?"

"For example," Feng He suppressed a smile, "How about changing the name from my uncle to the name in the script."

"You two!" Mr. Atobe didn't need to be patient at all. These two guys made some sense at first. Listen to what was said after that, "Isn't it boring to be idle?"

He snorted coldly, and pointed at Feng He first, "This guy has too few roles, give him an extra role! Think about the name of this play!"

The Ice Emperor's imperial aura is so strong that Renzu could only push his glasses, "Let me think about it."

"And you," Atobe didn't let go of Shinozu's thoughts, "Shishido is not suitable for that role, you and Shishido's roles are swapped."

"...I see." Shinozu knew that Atobe was telling the truth, so he could only answer like this after a moment's pause.

It's just that he has to memorize the lines again, even if he wrote it himself, he can't memorize all of them.

Fenghe looks at the sky, so one cannot forget one's form when one is proud, just look at him and Renzu.

This is the lesson of blood and tears.

But there are rare times when you can see Atobe's jokes, and don't read them for nothing.

As for adding drama, he can stand it!Don't be afraid!

However, there is indeed a problem with Christine now...

Feng He thought for a while, "I think of a solution to Christine's problem." I can't just go on like this.

This sentence made Atobe and Shinobu look over.

"What can you do?" Atobe looked over with a two-point threat, as if someone would never let someone talk nonsense.

Feng He looked at the two of them, pretending to be serious with a blank face, "Anyway, the current script has been adapted like this," and the gap with the original is quite big, "Let's change Christine's character again." Let's set it up."

Before Shinobu could speak, Atobe immediately snapped his fingers, "That's the decision," he said, looking at Shinozu, "Anyway, the script is going to be changed, so let's do it together."

"..." Mr. Atobe, you haven't given up on adding drama, he thought he would be let go.

Ren Zuzu's eyes moved from the imposing Atobe to the expressionless Feng He, and raised his glasses slightly, "I know, but," he also insisted, "I won't change too much, after all, this is the The essence of the play. The audience has to follow Christine's perspective to reveal the truth. So Atobe..." He didn't finish speaking, just paused as Japanese people often do, and then looked at the Ice Emperor King .

Atobu stroked the tear mole on his cheek, "You don't need to say, I will do my best."

His arrogance and self-confidence have always been based on absolute strength.

So just like that, the rehearsal of the stage play of the Ice Emperor Tennis Club went on "difficultly" amidst such bumps.

Time flies, and gradually, whether it's rehearsals or things like saving the world, things are gradually getting on track.

"Huh..." Feng He let out a long breath, looked at the sky above his head that had returned to the usual starlight due to the disappearance of the monster, wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Guardian Elf Sang, my side is over." .”

However, his words came out, but there was no response.

"Huh?" Turning his head to look a little strangely, Feng He saw on a big rock not far away, where the guardian elf was sitting, holding a cigarette in his hand in a vicissitudes of life.

"Guardian Elf Sang?" Feng He put away the tennis racket in his hand and walked over with the tennis bag on his back, "What's wrong with you?"

No matter what you call him, he doesn't care about anyone. He was obviously very anxious just now, saying that some monster invaded.

With his back turned to Feng He, the guardian elf finally turned around holding the unlit cigarette that was obviously pretending, "I'm fine," he cheered up, "Is it done yet?"

Feng He nodded, "The monsters have been wiped out, do you want to take a look?"

"No need," the guardian elf shook his head, "I have nothing to worry about when you do something."

After getting along for a while, the guardian spirit also knows that Feng He is very serious and careful in doing things, and will definitely work hard to do what he promised.

He really has nothing to distrust the other party, that is, that is...

The more he looked at the other party's excellence, the more he felt that even if he went through all kinds of hardships, he would never be able to find a magical girl like the boy.

Thinking of this, the Guardian Elf's back felt a little bent again.

I feel so sad...

Of course, Feng He didn't understand what the guardian elf was struggling with, but he was a little worried no matter how he looked at the other party.

After thinking about it, Feng He simply turned to the other party, half-kneeling down, "Although I don't quite understand what happened to you, Guardian Elf-san, but if there is anything I can help, please don't hesitate."

He was originally a polite and gentle character, and the guardian elves also helped him, so if there is anything he can contribute, he will not be stingy.

The guardian elf raised his head. Today's moonlight is very bright, and it sprinkles silver light all over the place.

In such a soft light, you can clearly see the appearance of the blue-haired boy, although his face is still expressionless, but if you look carefully, you will find that those eyes are particularly clear, with a kind of sincerity and seriousness .

It seems that as long as the other party speaks, within the scope of his ability, he will definitely do his best to help the other party.

Under such gazes, the Guardian Elf couldn't help but burst into tears.

This young man is indeed kind and gentle. When he just looks at people like this, he can feel that his soul is sparkling and clear.

But he is so good, where is he going to find another one who can be comparable to the boy.

A powerful and excellent magical girl, huh?

"Guardian Elf Sang, are you alright?" Feng He was taken aback by the sudden action of the Guardian Elf.

Looking at his opponent helplessly, Feng He didn't know how to comfort him, so he took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it over after a while, "Don't cry, what can we discuss and do?"

The guardian elf took the tissue from Feng He, feeling a little ashamed, "It's fine."

Although Feng He didn't think the Guardian Elf seemed to be okay, but he didn't want to turn back even after asking the other party, so he stopped asking, "Then if there is something wrong, please don't be polite."

Fenghe's attitude is firm yet gentle, looking at him, it seems like there is hope for everything.

The guardian elf was also inexplicably infected by his attitude, picked up a tissue and wiped it for a while, "Don't worry, I'm really fine."

A boy can do this, so he has to work hard to cheer himself up, and he can't give up hope. Maybe, he can really find another such excellent magical girl!

Seeing that the guardian elves seem to have returned to their usual appearance, Feng He also raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Well, it's great that there's nothing wrong."

After the guardian elf wiped his face clean, he looked up at the person, "Young man, this time the work is done," he flew back into the air, "I will contact you next time if there is any work to do."

Feng He nodded, "Okay, I will work hard."

Seeing his serious attitude, the awkwardness of the Guardian Elf is about to disappear, "Well, let's work together!"

Feng He looked at the time, "It's getting late, if there is nothing else, I'll go back first." Although tomorrow is the weekend, he still has to get up early, so he has to go back early to rest.

"Together, we have a journey together," the guardian elf has fully recovered, "Speaking of which, tomorrow is the weekend, boy, what are you in a hurry for?"

Feng He adjusted the tennis bag on her shoulders, "There will be an event in the tennis club tomorrow, so you can't be late."

"What activity?" The guardian elf also asked curiously.

"stage show."