fall in love with a hero

After graduating from high school, everyone will soon go their separate ways, and getting together at this time is particularly valuable.After all, Japan is a big place, but maybe we will never see each other again in the future.

Some people are underage, so everyone uses fruit juice instead of alcohol.Of course, there are also those who are brave and sneaky and change to fruit wine with low alcohol content.

When the night gradually darkened and the party came to an end, everyone put down their bowls and chopsticks and started chatting.

Regardless of whether it is a man or a woman, at a party, the topic of discussion is always inseparable from the word opposite sex.Especially young people, when they are in love, want to explore the little difference between different genders.

"Well, what kind of person does Mengchuan like?" The classmate beside him propped his chin and asked curiously.

This question has attracted everyone's attention.

"Yes, yes, Mengchuan, do you have someone you like?" Someone booed.

During the three years of high school, the Ice Emperor was the most popular besides the student council president Keigo Atobe, and the vice president Asahi Yumekawa.Both of them are people who rely on their strength to convince the public. How many people were dissatisfied in the past, how much they adore them later.

Especially Asahi Mengchuan.Without the backing of a strong family background, she also walked to the position of vice president step by step.

If Keigo Atobe is a flame, it attracts countless people to follow.That Asahi Mengchuan is a stream, no matter what difficulties are tolerated by her.

Because of this, everyone didn't dare to get too close to Keigo Atobe, but dared to tease her bravely.

"The person I like..." Asahi Mengchuan actually thought about it seriously, "Probably a mature, stable, considerate and capable person."

"Oh——Student Asahi likes Nian Shang—" Some students stretched out their voices, as if they knew some terrible secret.

A friend who has always had a good relationship with her suddenly raised her hand and said, "Wait, wait, I think the year is not bad! Mengchuan's younger brother often comes to pick Mengchuan from get out of class!"

"It's true. If you are under the age, there is a very milky feeling."

Asahi Mengchuan couldn't resist, waved his hands again and again and said: "You guys are really talking too much, Jiao Dong is just my younger brother."

Before they could continue talking, her cell phone rang.The name of the caller is being written on the screen: Jiao Dong.

After answering the phone with teasing eyes, Asahi Mengchuan cleared his throat and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with Jiao Dong?"

"Mengchuan, when are you going home? It's already very late." The clear voice of a teenager came from the phone.

I don't know when it started, Hong Jiaodong stopped calling her sister, and called her by her first name instead.

"Ah, it should be soon." Asahi Mengchuan also unknowingly got used to this address.

Hong Jiaodong answered immediately: "Then I'll pick you up."

"No, I can go back by myself."

"But I'm worried about you." Hong Jiaodong's voice suddenly dropped, "It's late, and I don't worry about you going home alone."

Asahi Mengchuan paused, and lost in this slightly begging tone: "Okay, okay, then I will send you the address."

"Ah."

Inexplicably, from this simple syllable, she heard a bit of joy.

"Ah, I also really want a young boyfriend." My friend sighed deliberately.

"What are you talking about, he is not a boyfriend, but a younger brother." Another friend also said with a wink.

Realizing that he had become the center of everyone's topic, and he couldn't get away for a while, Asahi Mengchuan hurriedly said goodbye: "I still have something to do, so let's go first."

Everyone wanted to keep her for a while, but Keigo Atobe also came over.

"Are you leaving? Let's go together, I have something to tell you." Keigo Atobe just nodded slightly to these classmates who have been classmates for three years, looking arrogant and arrogant, but no one dared to show it dissatisfied.

Yushi Ninzu who was with him was obviously much more considerate, smiling at every classmate, gentle and elegant.But, who knew that he was a boy who loved to read romance novels in private?

At least Asahi Mengchuan was surprised when he found out.

"Let's go, I asked the driver to park the car at the gate."

In order to take care of the girl wearing high heels, Keigo Atobe deliberately slowed down.

In Asahi Mengchuan's view, this proud and well-known uncle is also somewhat gentle, but unfortunately there are too few of them, and only to a very small number of people who are looked down upon.

The shoes made a rattling sound on the clean floor, and Keigo Atobe stopped when he was approaching the door.

"Asahi, I heard that you have been admitted to the University of Tokyo? Congratulations." Keigo Atobe tapped the mole at the corner of her eye. Although her tone was still very proud, she could hear the sincere congratulations.

"Thank you." Asahi Mengchuan laughed, "Atobe, you should go abroad, right? The future is boundless."

Atobe Keigo glanced at her: "If you go with me, you can too."

Asahi Yumekawa spread his hands helplessly: "I've said it many times, Atobe, I don't want to be here."

"However, compared to your talent in business, it is a waste to study literature." Keigo Atobe said bluntly.

He still remembered how the girl in front of him turned her contempt into admiration with one amazing plan after another not long after he entered the freshman year of high school.

Asahi Mengchuan said firmly: "But I like literature."

Unceremonious words stagnate the atmosphere.

Shinobu Yushi sighed in his heart, but in the end he was still asked to smooth things over, how many times he has done this kind of thing.

"Pfft." He broke the embarrassment with a short laugh. Facing his friend's stare, he shrugged his shoulders, "Sorry, your conversation just now reminded me of a novel. Farewell, gaze affectionately..."

Atobe Keigo took a few steps away from him in a cold voice: "I told you, don't read those boring books!"

"Yes, I know." The perfunctory tone didn't pay attention at first glance.

Asahi Mengchuan also withdrew his speechless gaze, comforting himself in his heart, forget it, it's been three years, don't you know what kind of person Ninzu Yushi is.

Atobe Keigo no longer continued this topic, he originally planned to persuade Asahi Yumekawa one last time.

"Forget it, with your ability, even if you study literature, you should be able to succeed soon."

"That's really thank you Atobe-sama for your compliment." Asahi Yumekawa smiled easily.

Walking out of the hotel, the night wind blew, making people shiver uncontrollably.

"Let's go, I'll take you home." Keigo Atobe motioned for the two to get into the car.

Shinobu Yushi sat on it familiarly, and even patted the seat next to her to greet her, as if he was the master.

Asahi Mengchuan shook his head, his eyes had already seen the figure waiting at the door.

"No, I have someone to pick me up."

After saying goodbye briefly, she greeted the boy who was walking quickly.

Hong Jiaodong was wearing a thin shirt, and the silver hair stood out in the night.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Asahi Mengchuan asked.

Hong Jiaodong lowered his eyes slightly: "No, I just arrived too."

"Do you know? Every time you lie, you have this expression." Asahi Mengchuan reached out and touched his arm helplessly, "It's so cold, and you said you just arrived, I don't know how long you have been blowing the wind, What if you catch a cold?"

Hong Jiaodong had an obedient look on his face: "Then let's go back early."

"En." Asahi Mengchuan turned his head and waved to Atobe Keigo, and after seeing him nodding in response, he took Hong Jiaodong home.He came by bicycle, and Asahi Mengchuan didn't feel uncomfortable sitting in the back wearing a small dress.

She carefully pulled the corner of his clothes, and the figures of the two gradually moved away.

When Keigo Atobe got into the car, Yuuto Shinobu was laughing.He snorted coldly, and didn't want to pay attention to his friend who sometimes had convulsions.

"Hey, Xiaojing, did you see that? Asahi's little brother just looked back at you." Yushi Ninzu's eyes narrowed with a smile, "Does that mean you are regarded as a rival in love?"

"Boring." Although Keigo Atobe said this, he also thought of the look he had with that boy just now.

There was warning and guard in that look, like a lion whose territory had been violated, warning outsiders not to touch his things.It is also like a wolf whose status has been challenged, guarding against threatening enemies.

"Maybe Asahi-san is the only one who still insists that the two are just sisters and brothers? They are obviously not related by blood, and they are still childhood sweethearts in the same neighborhood." Yushi Ninzu is not a gossip person, but he is still happy to see this kind of romance novel. "I don't know when Asahi will understand, Xiaojing, do you think we should remind her?"

"Don't meddle in your own business." Keigo Atobe said with his eyes closed.

Why do you want to be reminded?If Asahi Mengchuan knew, then she was obviously pretending to be stupid, and it would be embarrassing to speak out.If she didn't know, wouldn't it be cheaper for the child to pierce the window paper?He Atobu Jingwu would not do such a thing that harms himself and benefits others.

On the other side, Hong Jiaodong was cautiously probing.

"Mengchuan, is that your...boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend? Who? Are you talking about Atobe?" Asahi Yumekawa was stunned for two seconds before he realized it, and then laughed, "How is that possible? Atobe and I are just ordinary classmates."

Then you are still smiling so happily at the door!

Hong Jiaodong pursed his lips, but did not speak out what was in his heart.

The evening wind blew up the hem of his clothes, and the cool air easily penetrated into the gap.Hong Jiaodong visibly trembled.

"Is it cold?" Asahi Mengchuan frowned slightly, "Otherwise we'd better..." Let's take a taxi back.

"A little bit." Hong Jiaodong interrupted her softly, "Mengchuan, can you hold down the clothes for me?"

"Eh?" Asahi Mengchuan hesitated for a moment, but pressed down the flying hem for him.

The bicycle bumped twice, and the hand that was grabbing the clothes gradually wrapped around the young man's thin waist.