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Fenghe almost didn't cheer up Atobu, what kind of uncle's character is this, he is still reluctant, and he is so reluctant to ask him to cook by himself, really!

Forget it, Atobe has always talked like this, and he is used to it, so just treat him as a proud uncle.

But even though Atobe talks like that, he is actually not a very nice person. Seeing that he has nothing to eat, he invites him to have dinner with him, but he is very considerate...extraordinary.

After thinking about it for a while, Feng He didn't bother to say anything, relying on his indifferent face that was invulnerable to all poisons, he replied lightly, "Ah."

While talking with Atobe, Feng He's cell phone rang suddenly, he took it out and looked at it, it was a text message from King Ni, "Huh?" Some...unexpected.

Seeing Feng He's performance was different, Atobu raised his eyebrows slightly, "What happened?"

Feng He put away her phone, "It's the Haiyuan Festival." King Ren just sent the news about this year's Haiyuan Festival.

"Umihara Festival?" Atobe didn't know much about Rikkai's activities.

"Well, the traditional project of Lihai University, the joint festival of junior high school, high school and university," Feng He explained, "is held every year at the beginning of this semester. The information about the Tennis Club’s Unabara Festival, because the annual program of the Unabara Festival is judged, so everyone attaches great importance to it.” The tradition of Lihai University is that no matter what it is, it must definitely win and never lose. No exceptions.

I also know that Yukimura and Sanada definitely want to win the first championship of the High School Unabara Festival.

Atobe brushed the tear mole at the corner of his eye, "What activities will the Lihai University Tennis Club do this year?"

Feng He was silent for a while, "It is said that it is a tea house." In fact, this is nothing, but it is so normal and ordinary that he feels that it is different.

After all, this was a message specially sent by King Ni. The tea house that the fraudster found interesting was not easy at all.

That guy is a typical example of fearing that the world will not be chaotic.

Well, regardless of that aside.

Now Liu's hobby is refreshing water, and she always works hard to get them to drink that drink.In addition, there is also a genius with a weird sense of taste who has arrived in Lihai University.

He really doubted whether the food in the teahouse of Lihai University Tennis Club could be eaten?

Won't be bad reviews all the way to the end?

Fenghe's attitude was a little abnormal, and Atobe could tell at a glance, "What's wrong with the tea house?" Doesn't it sound like a normal type of activity?

After all, it was just guessing that the tea house was different, so Feng He didn't say much, just mentioned another point, at least this aspect is not only solid, but even the trace department knows, "Atobe, do you still remember that we were in the U-17 World Cup before? Was it the strike-up contest between junior high school students and high school students held on the beach before?" He thought of the competition that he wanted to shake his head, "The incident caused by Gan and Liu's drinks."

Although he himself worked so hard and didn't get caught, he really didn't want to think about the tragedy on the beach. None of his roommates were spared.

I don't know if that was the only experience that Li Haida's master also fell down.

Heck, it's fun though.

"Or," Feng He glanced at the eyes, "I can tell you that you Bingdi also tried dry special drinks when you barbecued with Qingxue before, and Liu's hobby now is also refreshing drinks..." He used a string of ellipses to illustrate Liu's horror.

Hearing Fenghe's reminder, Atobe also paused for a while, and immediately concealed it. He is a person who maintains the demeanor of a king even when he is unconscious. Bar."

"Probably." Feng He thought for a while, and felt that it was impossible, and the production of wagashi should not let Fuji get involved?He doesn't want to try wasabi-flavored wagashi at all.

That's right, although Fenghe can't participate in the Haiyuan Festival in Bingdi this year, he will still play with him.

"By the way," Fenghe looked at the eye trace department, "Would you like to play with Haiyuan Festival? It's still very interesting."

"Is the Kanto Junior High Tennis Festival interesting with my uncle?" Atobe is a typical example of losing but not losing, let alone he didn't lose.

Feng He thought about it seriously, "It's all very interesting." Children only make choices. Of course, adults like him like him in two lifetimes like them all. "But the Haiyuan Festival is really worth going. Last year our comedy "Little "The Mermaid" also won No.1." After a pause, he also felt a little regretful, "It's a pity that this year is not a stage play." There are rare times when he can not participate, he also wants to watch the excitement, he always feels that no matter what he plays very funny.

"Stage play?" Atobe squinted at Feng He, "Remember last year's Kanto Junior High Tennis Festival, where you performed "The Tale of the Bamboo Tori"?"

Feng He has long been teased out of his thick skin, and he nodded slightly when he heard the words, "Yes." He was under tremendous pressure (?) at the time, dressed as a woman, and even now he is still occasionally seen by others. mentioned.

"It's quite popular, huh?" Atobe recalled the grand occasion when he watched "The Tale of Bamboo Tori".

"Well, the stage performances of our Lihai University Tennis Club have always been very popular." Speaking of this, Fenghe is also very proud, "Everyone works hard, whether it is costumes, props, sets, or stage performances. People are like this."

That's why their tennis club was able to win consecutive victories at the Kaihara Festival. Of course, it should be popular at the Kanto Junior High Tennis Festival.

Feng He did not hide the pride of the Lihai University Tennis Club at all, and Atobe could clearly understand it without using special observation skills.

After looking at Feng He's performance, the very proud Ice Emperor was not happy, "The stage play of the Ice Emperor Tennis Club is no worse than Li Hai."

Feng He came back to his senses, "Really?" He didn't think he lost to Bingdi in the Lihai Conference.

Seeing Fenghe who would not back down as long as it involved the issues of Lihai University Tennis Club, Atobe squinted his eyes, "Don't you believe my words?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's that if I haven't seen it, I can't compare it." In this regard, Feng He will not give up easily, but he is also telling the truth, he has never seen it.

"In that case," Atobe was also aroused with arrogance, "Then Ice Emperor will put on the grandest and most gorgeous stage play this year."

ha?Feng He, who was a little dazed by Atobe's magical stroke, didn't know how to continue.

He remembered, weren't they discussing the Haiyuan Festival? Why did it suddenly involve stage performances?

But it was the same when I was in the U-17 training camp, everyone was young, no one was convinced, and a showdown could happen at any time.

And it is often said that it is the wind or the rain that starts to do something, so it is understandable that Atobe is like this?

"What's your reaction?" With Atobe's observation skills, he suddenly saw a strange reaction from Feng He's expressionless face.

"No, it's nothing." Fenghe has already reacted, the stage play is just a stage play, anyway, it's not the first time, "Are you ready to act?"

Atobe looked like he had thought about it a long time ago, "I like Shakespeare."

Sure enough, it's Atobe's favorite, Feng He sighed and then shook his head, "Shakespeare's classics are very classic, but because they are so classic, they often appear."

In other words, it was played badly by others.

Atobe understood Feng He's hidden meaning, "Then what good suggestion do you have?"

"...No." For some reason, he wanted to propose "The Tale of Genji" again, but for his own sake, Feng He felt that it was better not to make such a strange proposal.After all, if this kind of repertoire is not done well, it is easy to be disguised as a woman.

Feng He paused so strangely that Atobe's suspicious eyes had already looked over.

So Fenghe immediately rearranged his expression, and made a righteous speech, "Actually, it can be other classic plays." After a pause, he added, "It doesn't have to be a drama itself, other novels, movies, and musicals can be adapted of."

Atobu put his hands on his lips and thought for a moment. He grew up in England and was deeply influenced by British dramas, so he opened his mouth and said Shakespeare. Now Shakespeare must be excluded...

All of a sudden, the Ice Emperor King, who has a wide range of plays and novels, came up with many famous plays in his mind, and he didn't know how to choose.

Seeing that Atobu was deep in thought, Feng He also felt that there was no need to decide what to act now, "Anyway, there is no rush, Atobu, you can think about it slowly."

Although the whole matter was a whim of Master Atobe, but based on Feng He's understanding of Atobe, since it was brought up, it must have a beginning and an end.

But anyway, things are not so urgent, so you can take your time to prepare.

When Atobe heard Fenghe's words, he stopped thinking for a while, he was not too stubborn to listen to others, "ah."

While Fenghe and Atobe were talking, Atobe's car slowly drove into his courtyard, and then drove for several minutes before stopping at the main house entrance.

After the driver stopped the car, he walked around to the back and opened the door, "Master, we've arrived."

"Thank you." Atobe agreed to get out of the car first.

As a commoner in two lifetimes combined, Feng He received such treatment for the first time. Well, in her previous life, being helped to open the car door at the entrance of the hotel does not count.

So after getting out of the car, he politely thanked the person who still opened the car door for him, "Thank you."

The driver smiled back at him and bowed slightly to him.

After Fenghe saw the house of Atobe's house clearly, he was shocked again.

Should he say that he is indeed worthy of the highest configuration of a domineering president who travels in a mobile helicopter?He didn't know whether to describe such a house as a house or a palace.

There is also such a huge garden, he can't see the end at a glance...

He is really still in Tokyo, so he hasn't been taken to a strange place by Atobe, right?This is really Tokyo where every inch of land is expensive, right?

For a moment, Feng He felt that his cognition had some kind of strange wavering.

After walking two steps, Atobu realized that Feng He hadn't followed, he paused, and raised his voice, "Feng, what are you doing?"

Feng He stepped up again and followed, "Your house is really big." Although he had a calm face, he was really praising the other party from the bottom of his heart.

"Huh, the tone of a commoner." Atobu put his hands in his pockets casually, and walked quite like a grandpa.

"I'm an ordinary person." Feng He replied quite sincerely. He even added up his previous life to be an ordinary person. At most, he just used some strange cards, his eyes were a little different, or... In fact, there is still a need to work on behalf of someone.

Although there are so many the most, Feng He still feels that he is an ordinary person.

"Master Jingwu, welcome back." A butler in a formal suit led a group of maids and bowed to Atobe who entered the room.

"Ah." Atobe agreed casually, "I'm going to prepare dinner for two tonight, I have guests."

"Yes, Master Jingwu." The butler agreed without any objection, "Is it still French dinner?"

Atobe pondered for a moment, then turned to Fenghe, "I remember you are not very picky eaters?"

Feng He was looking at the scene in front of him like watching a play. He didn't understand the world of the rich, but it didn't prevent him from watching it interestingly.

He came back to his senses when Atobe asked, "I can do anything." He felt that with Atobe's picky personality, the food at home would not be unpalatable.

Atobe nodded, "Then prepare accordingly."

"Yes, Master Jingwu." The butler led the group of maids back again.

Seeing people leave, Feng He looked at Atobe, "Master Jingwu?" He thought this title was very interesting, very interesting.

Atobe glanced at the person, "Do you have any questions? Huh?"

"No." Feng He smiled silently from the bottom of her heart, in fact, Mr. Atobe is quite cute sometimes, "What are you going to do now?"

If you want to eat, you have to wait a little longer.

Atobe seemed to have planned it long ago, and he snapped his fingers when he heard Fenghe's question, "Come with me."

The place Atobe took Fenghe to was the study of his house. Fenghe saw that the study in Atobe's house had several floors and was configured like a library, and he didn't want to sigh anymore.

Well, from the time he saw the appearance of the Atobe family, he was already mentally prepared, and he would be calm when he saw anything later.

However, Feng He was also a little puzzled, "Why did you bring me to the study?"

Atobe had already walked in first, "Looking for books."

"What book are you looking for?" Feng He also followed in.

"A script that is suitable for performance." Atobe really has a vigorous and resolute character, and he can do whatever he says.

Feng He nodded, "Understood." Since that's the case, he should also come to help.

The Atobe family has a large collection of books, and there are also many books suitable for drama performances.

Fortunately, the books in his house are well organized, and the different categories are grouped together, making it easy to find them.

"How about this?" Feng He picked out a book with a gold cover, ""Notre Dame de Paris" should also have a drama version."

Atobu raised his head from the book, looked at the book in Feng He's hand, "I don't like it."

This is really an irrefutable reason.

After Feng He shook her head in her heart, she started searching again.

"Feng," Atobu also selected a book, "I think this story is good."

Fenghe also looked at the ones selected by the Jibu, and finally said truthfully, "I think it's too obscure."

Although the stories selected by Atobe are gorgeous and in line with Atobe’s aesthetics, the script was originally written for middle school students, and he doesn’t think the content is too profound for everyone to understand.

I still remember that when he read this book by himself, he read it casually, and he belonged to the kind who roughly knew the plot.

If it were really going to be performed according to the original plot, Feng He thinks that most of the students would probably doze off watching it.

"It's not a gorgeous description." Although Atobe snorted, he also knew that what Feng He said was reasonable, so he put down the book again.

The two searched and searched, and although they felt that there were quite a few things that were suitable, when it came to speaking, they were all inappropriate in one way or another.

Until Atobe accidentally pulled out a book, the gorgeous old man raised his mouth after sweeping his eyes over the cover, "I decided to perform this."

Atobe's sudden words made Fenghe come over curiously, "What is it?"

Then when Atobe showed him the cover, he also raised his eyebrows slightly, "But this should be a musical, right?" He felt that the drama was enough, and if it was a musical, most people probably couldn't handle it.

"It's fine to adapt it into a drama." Atobe didn't think it was a problem at all, "The plot is very interesting."

Feng He thought for a while, then nodded, "It's really interesting," he reached out and flipped through the book in Jibu's hand, "If the script is adapted well, maybe it will be very interesting."

This musical is one of the famous ones, most of them should have heard of it, but they are not particularly familiar with the plot.

Especially this kind of suspenseful one, if it changes well, it will be very attractive.

"Then let's perform this," Atobe said confidently of himself in the Hyotei Tennis Club, "it will definitely be very fascinating."

In this case, Feng He also nodded, "Then this is it."

After finalizing the content of the stage play, it was time for meals.

After Fenghe followed Atobe into their restaurant, although he was already mentally prepared, seeing the huge dining table with his and Atobe's tableware placed on both ends of the long table, he also felt like wanting to hold his forehead. impulse.

"Sit here?" Feng He pointed to this end of the long table, then pointed to the other end, "Where do you sit?"

Atobe didn't feel any difference, "Is there any problem?"

Feng He was not in a hurry to answer this question, but turned to look at the butler of the Atobe family, "Can you please help me put the tableware over there?" He pointed to the place next to Atobe and asked.

He and Atobe just had a normal meal, so there's no need to make it so formal, okay, so at both ends of the table, don't they have to shout at each other?

Really, any further away, he felt that he could go to heaven.

"This..." The butler was stunned for a moment, then looked at Atobe with some hesitation, "Master Jingwu?"

Atobu tapped his cheek, "Do as he said."

"Okay, Master Jingwu." Since Atobe had spoken, the butler of course had no objection.

Soon the tableware of the two was moved together, a distance from the corner of the table, which was very suitable for conversation.

Feng He nodded quite satisfied, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, you are the young master's friend, as it should be." The butler spoke in a serious and polite manner.

"It feels much more comfortable this way." After Fenghe sat down, he didn't forget to talk to Atobe.

"Hmph." Atobe was noncommittal to such an evaluation.

Feng He didn't care, "My table is not that big." He is just an ordinary person, and the table is of course of ordinary size.

I hope Master Atobe doesn't dislike it, well, of course, if the other party dislikes it, there is nothing he can do.

But Feng He was just talking casually, he still wouldn't doubt Atobe's upbringing.

"It's conceivable." Atobe picked up the knife and fork gracefully, and it seemed that he had received a good education since he was a child.

Fenghe is not so entangled. He did not eat at the same table with Atobe once or twice during the U-17 World Cup. "

Atobe also ate the appetizers very elegantly, "I know."

"I don't have any..." Feng He continued.

Atobu didn't wait for Feng He to finish speaking this time, he raised his head and cast a sidelong glance at the person, "I have never seen such a troublesome thing about inviting people to dinner."

Feng He immediately looked back quite innocently, "I'm joking." Although he has a cold face all the year round, he can tell jokes, and he thinks he says it well.

Now, to avoid the loneliness of two people eating at such a big table in such an empty room, he is also working hard to enliven the atmosphere.

The black line on Atobu's forehead was about to materialize, and he couldn't hold back his disgusted expression, "I've never heard such a bad joke before."

It's almost freezing to death, okay, I don't know where this guy Feng got his confidence from, he's telling jokes.

"Atobe," Feng He said with earnestness and sincerity, "you must have a sense of humor."

Haven't you seen that every time he tells a joke, his friends are very supportive and laugh happily?So Atobe's failure to laugh is definitely not a problem with his joke, and the other party lacks a sense of humor.

You know, to be full of sunshine in your life, you must first have a full sense of humor.