[volleyball! ! ]Why Don't You Kiss Her

In fact, Lin Qiao would stop at the intersection where they parted ways when they were going to school, and turn around to see Yue Dao riding a bicycle quickly through the streets full of sycamores.Not once, not twice.

In late autumn, his bicycle flits away, brushing up the fallen golden leaves on the ground; in early spring, the folds of his white shirt will be mixed with tiny cherry blossom petals.

Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, he always listens to the song with headphones.The seasons change, and he never looks back.

Lin Qiao thought he hadn't noticed, so he continued to turn around boldly after both of them turned around to look at his back, which was standing upright day after day, and he didn't know why he did this.

This behavior of stopping and watching has developed into a habit over time.I saw that he was always alone, and then he began to have different people around him, boys and girls, and they would gather in groups when it was lively.Among them, the freckled and thin Yamaguchi Tadashi from Class 3 in junior high school became his constant companion.Of course, Yue Dao still has a stinky face with a casual smile and raised eyebrows, that kind of flattery that loves to poke at other people's pain points, and I don't know if it offends anyone.But compared to elementary school, the cold sense of alienation on his body has been worn away unconsciously, otherwise no girls would dare to chase behind his bicycle, although they would just hide from a distance anxiously just to peek He glanced.

Maybe he didn't even notice it himself.Things like growing up have always been known only to bystanders.

It is undeniable that Hotaru Tsukishima is indeed taller and taller than the average boys, and she just happens to have a fair, clean and delicate face, which is not normal if she doesn't attract you.After he joined the volleyball club in the second year of junior middle school, the boy's hormonal breath surged even more surging in his sweat. His somewhat indifferent and dark-bellied personality is exactly what is sought after by girls who are full of girlish feelings nowadays. So Lin Qiao saw more and more courageous girls standing at the corner of the street, waiting for an opportunity to create that seemingly accidental encounter.

Day after day, some girls with a little brain wanted to find a breakthrough from Lin Qiao, stuffed things to her that they dared not give to Yue Dao in person, and asked her to pass them on.People in love have negative IQs, and they never ignore Lin Qiao's gloomy expression and brazenly pretend that she has boldly agreed to their entreaties.The price of being smart is that all the exquisite handmade cookies and exquisite strawberry cakes are occupied by her alone.

——She didn't promise that they would definitely deliver the snacks to Tsukishima, right?

But it is undeniable that those exquisite snacks are really delicious.

Lin Qiao distributed these snacks to the classmates in the class, boys and girls all ate with happiness.She thought of her home economics class when she was in elementary school. When making cakes, she overcooked the cream and made a mess. Yue Dao sat aside and taunted her with a freshly baked strawberry cake that looked attractive, and suddenly felt a little stuffy.

In the winter of the second year of junior high school, the cold air in Siberia came quickly and fiercely, and an unprecedented heavy snow fell all over the sky.

On the day of the heavy snowfall, elementary and junior high schools in Miyagi prefecture immediately suspended classes.The students packed their schoolbags happily, and ran out of the school gate excitedly after school at noon.

Even though someone had come out to clear the snow from the streets, the icy roads were still slippery.Lin Qiao was dressed like a stupid bear, and walked carefully. It only took 15 minutes to walk from school to home, but she wobbled for more than half an hour while leaning on the wall, and fell down two or three times on the way. Oh, and her knees and butt hurt like hell.

When I got home, I felt in my pocket and forgot to bring the key.Knocked on the door, but no one answered, and the parents hadn't left work yet.

When Yue Dao passed by Lin Qiao's house on a bicycle, she saw her sitting alone on the steps in front of the gate with her schoolbag in her arms, her eyelashes drooping, the tip of her nose was red with cold, and she kept sniffing.

Tsukishima pouted, didn't brake, and continued riding.After riding for more than ten meters, he finally stopped, turned around, and rode back to the door of Lin Qiao's house.

"...I'm definitely not pitying her." Tsukishima Hotaru said.

After parking the bicycle, Yue Dao took off the scarf around his neck, squatted down, and wrapped Lin Qiao around it.The scarf was very long, wrapped around it layer by layer, almost covering half of Lin Qiao's face.

Lin Qiao showed two black eyes and looked at the expressionless young man without blinking. He lowered his head to help her wrap the scarf, and he didn't forget to pull out the ends of her hair stuck in the scarf. He didn't look up at all. her sight.

"Is it still cold?"

"No...it's not cold anymore."

"Give me back the scarf next time."

"......Oh."

Tsukishima got on his bicycle, and this time he really left without looking back.

——He was so guilty that he couldn't help but admit it.He didn't dare to look up at her beautiful black eyes at all, for fear that if he looked twice more, he wouldn't be able to help sending his lips up through the scarf.

Maybe if it was another girl, he would not hesitate and hide it so much, approach if he likes it, and stay away if he doesn't like it.It happened to be Lin Qiao, it happened to be Lin Qiao who walked three streetlights away from him every day, how could he let her know his ridiculous feelings.

Why is it you.

During the second year of junior high school, 14-year-old Hotaru Tsukishima began to refuse to admit such unpredictable emotions.

In order to get himself out of such a bad state quickly, he strengthened the club's training.High-intensity physical training allows him to eliminate unnecessary dopamine while sweating all over his body, and he no longer has extra thoughts to manage his abnormal heartbeat, and he no longer needs to stare at those who are recalling with contempt and hatred. On the way home, Lin Qiao was blocked by a tall and sweaty boy holding a basketball.

Yue Dao felt that he was not calm, but after thinking about it, who knows.One day, this awkward time that he couldn't look at directly will be covered with dust, and he will grow old.If he was beaten to death without telling the truth, would someone cut open his stomach to find out?

He was smug about his ideas.

He removed the knee pads, changed into the sweat-soaked training clothes, and finally closed the locker in the dressing room with his name written on it. A small air flow was blown into his eyes. For a moment, he felt that there was something wrong somewhere in his heart. The bitter taste is slowly fermented slowly.

In the eyes of the president, Yue Dao, who devoted himself to club training, was a kind of gratifying performance of "ah, this damn boy has finally opened his mind", so he was arranged to be the starter in the national competition before graduating from the third year of junior high school.Although Yue Dao was a bit hesitant, and his elder brother's incidents pierced his heart like a thorn from time to time, and he tried his best not to follow in the footsteps, but after all, he had no certain reason not to follow that group of bloody and embarrassing people. Teammates charge forward together.

Unexpectedly, they not only successfully advanced to the national competition, but also achieved good results that their school had never had before.

The last battle was particularly difficult, and the long tug-of-war tormented every player's nerves.Towards the end of the game, even the shouts of the bench players gradually became mechanical and blunt, not to mention the players who kept running on the court.

Tsukishima pulled up his collar to wipe off the sweat on his chin, panting heavily.

He kept hinting to himself, give up, give up, it's already reached this point, there is no credit but hard work, not to mention that it has exceeded expectations, hasn't it?But in front of the oncoming volleyball, he still couldn't help jumping up to block the net.

Whether it was instinct or inertia, he was too tired to explain.

In the end, they lost by five points.

Some shallow-sighted players in the club couldn't help sobbing.He glanced over lightly, quietly hiding his disdain.Yes, Tsukishima has no guilt or unwillingness, no one likes to lose, but he doesn't care so much about winning either.So Tsukishima lined up obediently, bowed, and then calmly said thank you for your advice, and ended the last game in his country in a proper manner.

Coming out of the locker room, Tsukishima's classmates were waiting at the door, patting him on the shoulder with a regretful expression.

"There's nothing you can do about losing the game." Tsukishima smiled calmly, peeling off the comfort on his shoulders.

The classmates all dispersed, and he saw that there was another person who refused to leave, and that was Lin Qiao who had rushed over to watch the game.What he didn't expect was that the tall girl standing in front of him had red eyes and looked like she was about to cry.

He was taken aback when he saw Lin Qiao approaching aggressively, raised his hand and punched his thin chest.Tsukishima suffered from the pain, stared and gasped, "What are you doing?"

"Why?! Hey, why is it so insignificant if you lose!"

He couldn't help laughing, "The game was lost. But—come on, no one wants to lose, right? Can I win the game by going back in time by crying and making noise? Also, I didn't cry, why are you crying?" He A little unhappy, he raised an eyebrow to look at her, thinking that she must be so unwilling to lose money in a bet.

Lin Qiao's tears fell undisguisedly from her eyes. She raised her hand and wiped it. She obviously wanted to say something, but she couldn't find the right words. In the end, she could only open her mouth, and tears fell into the corners of her mouth. , a piece of bitterness.

What can Lin Qiao explain? She has no reason to hide her emotions, and of course she won't calm down properly. You can see her fully from her gestures, gestures, and smiles.

"...Don't cry anymore." Yue Dao looked at Lin Qiao in silence for a while, and said coldly, "I said, don't cry anymore..."

But Lin Qiao still rubbed his tears.

- So annoying!

It's not the first time I've seen a girl who can't stop crying as if chewing XX gum. Before, it's often nothing to do with yourself. Standing in front of him today... .It's a bit difficult for him to ignore it.

Taking a deep breath, Tsukishima slightly clenched his fists hanging on both sides of his body, "Next time...next time, I'll show you the win."

It is also awkward for such a passionate line to be read by Tsukishima calmly.

Lin Qiao showed one eye from between his fingers, and blinked his wet eyelashes.

"..." Tsukishima turned his head awkwardly, his voice sank unnaturally, "Okay! Next time, I will really win."

Lin Qiao paused for a moment when she wiped her tears, and finally wiped them cleanly, "Yeah."

In fact, Lin Qiao knew that Yue Dao was just coaxing her.

Not to lose - what a heavy promise.

Why did he know, probably because a guy like him wouldn't have anyone or something important enough to be worthy of his promise.

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