[comprehensive] poor students

In this way, Mochizuki, who met the psychic at the same time——

Turned around calmly and walked to the next customer.

Are you kidding me, is it working hours now, how could there be any sparks.

Except that Qi Mu was puzzled for a while when he received his brainwaves about 'hungry, hungry' or 'this man has a lollipop on his head, so I want to lick it', nothing happened.

And Mochizuki is also doing his job conscientiously today, and it wasn't until dusk that he returned home under the tiny moonlight.

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"Regional qualifiers?"

From the club activities in the morning, these words have been lingering in Mochizuki's ears from time to time. Looking at the members who are training harder than before, he can't help turning his suspicious eyes to Atobe who is taking a pen to record something.

"Don't you even know this?" Atobe said with a look of resentment: "In order to prepare for the National Tennis Competition in August, we must first conduct basic selection in the region, and in two days it will be Ice Emperor's first regional competition. It's the game, so these guys are excited."

"Hey... isn't that this Friday." Mochizuki clapped his hands suddenly realized.

"That's right. In the last two days, the training for the main election has also been strengthened, so I'm counting on you." Ren Zu, who happened to pass by, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, and turned to smile at him.

"I will work hard." Mochizuki nodded solemnly. He looked at Atobe who seemed to be contemplating tactics, and then put on a kind face and patted him on the shoulder: "The ranking is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that we all work together. I worked hard, so please don’t cry if you really lose.”

Atobe: "..." crying peat.

Obviously, the word 'lose' was obviously provoking Atobe's nerves. He gave Mochizuki a hard look, with a trace of coldness in his eyes, wishing to beat him up: "lose? In my dictionary, there is There is no such word!"

His expression was arrogant but not annoying, and his whole body exuded a radiance of confidence, as if every word he said was beyond doubt: "I will win for you."

"So you come here on Friday, and I will let you see the strength of the Bingdi with your own eyes!"

He gave orders like a king who reigns supreme.

——Then Mochizuki rejected it on the spot:

"No. There is still class on Friday, and skipping class is bad behavior."

Atobe: "..." Everything I said just now was fart.

In the end, Atobe still did not issue a mandatory order. He knew that the most lacking thing for Mochizuki was time. The other party had to maintain the first place in the school year and work hard to earn money to support himself. He didn’t have much study time. .It would be too cruel if he just deprived him of his school time.

Therefore, on Friday morning, after going through the warm-up exercise, under the expectant eyes of Mochizuki and other members, the candidates boarded the school bus with tennis bags.

It wasn't until the club activities were about to end in the afternoon that I came back full of energy.

"What about the minister, did you win?" A member asked anxiously impatiently.

Another member of the team patted him on the back hard, and said dissatisfiedly: "Is there any need to ask, Ice Emperor will definitely win!"

Although the words they said were completely different, they all expressed between the lines: the winner is the Ice Emperor, such a meaning.

Amidst the noisy commotion, Atobe raised his right hand high, snapped his fingers suddenly, and the corner of his mouth showed a proud arc.

"Ah? Who are you asking?" He gently raised his bangs: "How could I lose?"

"I knew it, it was great!!"

"The winner is the Ice Emperor!"

"The winner is the Ice Emperor!"

In the end, the excited voices of the members merged into the same slogan in a strange way, and all the voices overlapped together, condensing into a force that shocked the soul.

Mochizuki clutched her chest, feeling her blood boil for no reason, as if recalling the time when she played basketball in the past.

Probably... this is the charm of the community.

"Mochizuki." When Mochizuki was packing up his things and planning to go to work, Feng suddenly called him from behind: "We are going to hold a celebration banquet later, so you can go too."

He smiled very gently, but clenched his hands unconsciously, revealing a trace of tension.

Mochizuki refused without looking back: "Sorry, I have to..."

"It seems to say go to the most famous restaurant in Tokyo to eat barbecue."

Suddenly, Yue Ren's loud whispers came from the side.

Mochizuki snapped his fingers.

"And it's free, all of it is paid out of the budget, you can eat as much as you want."

full moon:"……"

He turned around, quickly grabbed Feng's fingers, and his eyes burst out with joy: "Please let me go with you!"

Just like this, Mochizuki, who skipped work due to lack of determination, sat happily in the restaurant, staring quietly at the barbecue grill in front of him, as if he could see through a hole in it.

He didn't eat anything except grass at noon, and now he is a little hungry.

As the main candidates of the Ice Empress who were supposed to celebrate their success, they leaned on their chairs in every possible way.

"Then let's get these first." Atobe randomly ordered a few plates of meat, put down the menu in his hand, and handed it to Mochizuki who looked very happy: "Do you want to order anything?"

"Huh?" Wen Yan Mochizuki, who didn't expect to have the right to speak, was stunned for a moment, and blurted out his inner desire: "As long as it's not grass, anything is fine."

Atobe: "...Ah, so."

He silently withdrew his hand.

After a while, several plates full of meat pieces were brought up one after another.

Feng, who is the youngest in the grade, is directly responsible for the work of barbecue, and he holds up the plate with a natural expression, as if this kind of thing has already been handy.

When the first scent of gravy wafted over, the Zhengxuan, who were still indifferent at first, couldn't help but aroused their appetites, sat up straight excitedly, and frequently cast their eyes on the piece of roasted meat that was being picked up with chopsticks the phoenix.

Feng noticed the fiery gazes of the crowd, smiled gently as always, and then, in the anticipation of everyone's eyes, took this piece of meat to... Mochizuki's plate.

Those who act quickly do not need to hesitate at all.

And Mochizuki wiped out the food on the plate the moment he put down his chopsticks, and then licked his lips with unfinished desire.

good to eat!

A group of hungry people: "..." We are all seniors, Feng.

Completely forgetting the relationship between seniors, Feng, who has only been focusing on Mochizuki for 30 years, looked at him with a face of relief, and the corners of his lips gradually evoked a aunt's smile, until the emperor of the ice emperor pretended to cough in a cold voice, and then he came back to his senses in a daze .

"Ahh... I'm very sorry, seniors." Feng blushed and hurriedly stood up, bowed hurriedly after finally realizing what she had done, and then picked up the chopsticks and started to grill the meat.

Seeing this, the others all smiled wryly and looked at each other.

In fact, they were not angry, on the contrary, they felt a sense of relief. They did not expect that Feng, who was the youngest and needed their care, had now become an existence capable of taking care of others, and they were filled with emotion for a while.

What's more, the object is Mochizuki who is living a very poor life, and he can't even feel the last trace of dissatisfaction.

After all, it was a group of teenage children. When they started eating, they were so lively that they couldn't sit still.

"Hey! Cilang. That's the meat I'm looking for." Yue Ren slapped the table, stood up abruptly, pointed at the innocent Cilang with his chopsticks and shouted angrily.

Ci Lang swallowed a mouthful of barbecue leisurely, and said leisurely: "Whoever grabs it first will get it. You are too slow."

He who used to be sleeping, but now he is very energetic, the sparkle in his eyes seems a little cute.

"What?! How dare you question my speed!!" Yue Ren was furious when he dared to despise the speed he was so proud of.

"And today is the celebration banquet, and you didn't appear in the game."

"Huh? Who said it was a celebration banquet? It's obviously the Atobu who said he wanted to show it..."

"Yue Ren!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a cold voice.

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him, Yue Ren woke up from his excitement. When he realized that he had almost exposed a secret that he shouldn't have revealed, his expression immediately turned a bit annoyed, and he clenched his lower lip.

Sitting next to him, Renzu pushed his glasses, the reflective lenses made it difficult to see his gaze: "...the meat should be cold, don't just talk."

He lightly added the second half of the sentence.

"En, yes... Hurry up and eat." Yue Ren smiled stiffly, his poor acting skills made everyone want to cover their faces and lament.

Is it really going to be exposed, that idiot!

Feng looked anxiously at Mochizuki, only to see that Mochizuki was still eating the barbecue with small mouthfuls, with a happy expression on his face, which seemed to be unaffected by the embarrassment.

Did you not notice at all, or...

A trace of thought flashed across Atobe's eyes.

It was not until another quarter of an hour later that Mochizuki put down the chopsticks in his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth with a paper towel.

As soon as he moved, the candidates stopped their movements one after another, apparently the meal had already been over.

Mochizuki looked around, with some nostalgic emotions on his face, and said softly: "I have never eaten barbecue since I was brought by my parents when I was seven or eight years old. I tasted it today, and I think it is better than I imagined." The ones in the middle are even more delicious.”

The taste in memory has long since disappeared, but the heat in his chest still lingered in his heart, until now, it was burning again.

What should this intention be called?

In the noisy environment, only their small piece of world was very quiet, as if they could even hear the sound of breathing. The candidates stared at him quietly, with complicated meanings flashing in their eyes.

"I thought I would never have the opportunity to step into this restaurant again, but I didn't expect..."

How should I express this feeling?

He pursed his lips, and suddenly broke into a smile, and his gorgeous eyes showed a moving brilliance.

"thank you all."

The author has something to say: Candidates: Mochizuki-kun!

Meeting a group of kind people, Mochizuki is also very happy today.

Thank you so much for your nutrition:

读者“为银”,灌溉营养液+52018-01-1117:35:39

读者“星花火”,灌溉营养液+202018-01-1022:04:52

ok ok ok~