[Net King] After I successfully prostituted Yukimura Seiichi

Kurosawa was so angry that he couldn't compete with Marui. He bared his teeth at Fumta Marui, who was so frightened. Kurosawa snorted coldly and started the basic training below.

At the end of the practice, it was not too far before the end of the club. Kurosawa was paralyzed on the court, and the usually active little Sun didn't even want to blink his eyelids at this moment.

The others are also exhausted. Imagine that no matter who it is, it is impossible for anyone to receive high-intensity training quickly after a vacation.

And the deputy head of Lihai University also knew this, so he just formulated a basic training for them that could last until the end.

Most people haven't finished yet, and there are only a few rest areas, except for those like Kurosawa and Marui who collapsed regardless of their image, Yukimura Seiichi and the others performed a little better.

At least Genichiro Sanada just got a little short of breath.

Of course, there are even more powerful ones. Kurosawa turned his attention to the suspected mixed-race boy who was drinking water. The other party didn't seem to be tired at all. Looking at that look, it seemed that this kind of training was not enough.

Curious about this, Kurosawa naturally wouldn't keep it in his heart. He propped himself up, swayed to the side of the other party, and looked at the mixed-race boy with some sorrow, "Student, your physical strength is really good!"

Little Sun stood listlessly, and the mixed-race boy was taken aback. After all, Kuisawa's current state was as if he had stepped into hell.

"Are you okay?" The boy hurriedly stretched out his hand to support Kurosawa, "You look very weak..."

"Of course I'm fine!" Kurosawa waved his hand feebly, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few girls approaching outside the tennis court.

Those girls were holding backpacks in their hands. They obviously just finished their club activities. They heard that the freshmen in the tennis club were very good-looking, so they came over together to have a look.

Kurosawa took a deep breath, and immediately regained his former vitality as if recharging. His smile was as bright as a scorching sun, and he tidied up his wrinkled clothes a little. You saw a joke! I am Kurosawagawa, classmate, are you a mixed race?"

"Uh...yes, I have Latin blood, oh, my name is Jackal Kuwahara!" Jackal has obviously been asked this question by many people, he smiled helplessly, and stretched out his hand to hold Kurosawa's.

"That's great!" Kurosawa was in a good mood when his guess was confirmed.

The jackal was still a little worried about Kurosawa's state just now, "Are you... all right?" The other party's sudden radiance reminded the jackal of an old saying of the flower growers, "Bringing light back?"

"It's okay!" Kurosawa put one hand on his hips, and with the other hand he fiddled with his hair. Hearing the faint cheers outside the tennis court, he immediately felt more motivated.

Idols should maintain their image in front of others. Kurosawa pays close attention to his performance in front of girls, and he never wants to try the bad things caused by the collapse of his image.

"Sa, let's hurry up and practice for a while!" Kurosawa invited, "I still don't feel very proficient in my swing and pace."

Today's part is over, and it's a two-day holiday. Kurosawa has been in this world for a whole week, bid farewell to the brightly lit stage in the past, and bid farewell to the identity of a singer covered with many labels.

Now as a student, life is actually quite fulfilling... Kurosawa thought as he walked, he studied during the day this week, and spent all his time practicing tennis at night, it seems that he has never touched the musical instrument at home...

The sound of music gradually came from not far away. It is a small shop selling desserts. The shop is very small. There are no tables and chairs for customers to rest. There are only simple glass cabinets with all kinds of delicious snacks.

There were two people standing at the door of the shop, one was a handsome boy with a guitar in his hand, the sound of the music was coming from the guitar.

The other was a little girl, probably about eight or nine years old, and was beating time with the boy.

Seeing that Kurosawa was standing here, the boy immediately gave the little girl a light touch. The girl understood, and immediately ran to Kurosawa's side with her lower legs, and hugged one of Kurosawa's legs with her arms outstretched.

"Brother! Do you want to buy some dim sum from my family?" Obviously, the girl has undergone rigorous training. The way she raises her eyes to see people is cute and pitiful, and she is also very skilled in the posture of hugging her thighs.

Kurosawa moved his hand holding the tennis bag, "Okay!" He agreed. In fact, he doesn't eat snacks very much. For a person who wants to strictly control his weight, he can't eat anything with high calories.

But now that he is no longer a singer, it doesn't matter.

The girl let go of Heisawa's leg happily, and pulled him to her small shop. There was only a kind-hearted old lady in the shop. She squinted and smiled, and greeted, "Oh, a customer was brought here by Xiao Xingzi. ! What do the guests want?"

Kurosawa glanced at the items on the counter. The price is not expensive, and the desserts are also very beautiful. He looks very appetizing, "Please give me a copy of that... and that one, thank you."

Just treat it as dinner, Kurosawa thought.

"Brother, buy more!" The little girl shook Kurosawa's hand, with a little eagerness in her eyes.

"Little Xingzi, don't do this." Grandma tapped Xingzi's head lightly, and then explained to Kurosawa apologetically, "I'm sorry, kid, Xingzi actually wants to sell more snacks, and so does the kid outside, I'm a widow The elderly, thanks to their care, have been able to keep this dim sum shop open."

"Aren't they your grandchildren?" Heisawa was a little taken aback, seeing the friendly appearance of the little girl and grandma, he thought they were grandparents and grandchildren.

"No," grandma carefully put Kurosawa's things into the packing bag, and continued, "Xiaoteng and Xiaoxing are brother and sister, and they have been buying dim sum from me. I like them very much. Later, my wife passed away, and the business was not good. Boom..."

Grandma's voice was full of regret and nostalgia, "But this store is a memory of my wife and I, so I'm not willing to give it up. After Xiaoteng and Xiaoxing knew about it, they came up with this idea."

"Xiao Teng attracts customers outside, and Xiao Xing drags others here to buy snacks... They have helped me so much, how can I let go of this shop..."

Grandma was choked with sobs, she wiped the tears from the cloudy corners of her eyes, smiled and said to Heisawa, "Thank you for listening to me so much, you are also a good boy, go home quickly!"

Xiao Xingzi also nodded with a smile, "Thank you brother!"

Kurosawa pursed his lips and did not smile for the first time. He rubbed the little girl's hair and left the shop with a tennis bag and snacks.

Putting the things outside the door, Kurosawa took off his dark green school uniform, revealing the white shirt inside, and rolled up his cuffs as he walked towards Xiaoteng.

"Give me the guitar, I'll help you!" Kurosawa said.

Xiao Teng froze for a moment, hesitating a little.

"It's time to get off work soon, there will be more people, we can't miss that time." Kurosawa reached out to take the guitar.

The guitar is not good, and it is relatively old. Obviously, the owner is just a half-baked guy who can play but doesn't maintain it very often.

He tried a few sounds and found no problem, so he said to Xiaoteng, "You and Xiaoxing will be soliciting customers in a while."

Xiao Teng nodded, hoping for Kurosawa, who suddenly took over and seemed to be very powerful.

The sun was slowly setting on the horizon, and the off-duty people hurried home with briefcases, those waiting for the bus, those riding bicycles... No one noticed a small shop selling snacks, nor did they see the entrance of the shop Three standing figures.

No one noticed, and no one cared.

Until a string is plucked, followed by the prelude to a song, the sound of the guitar slowly tells the words of love, like a lover whispering in your ear.

Many people's eyes were attracted to it.

The light of the setting sun is gentle, and the small shop that is obviously old is also lit with warm colors. The boy playing the guitar at the door of the shop is wearing a white shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned, revealing his delicate collarbone .

When he opened his mouth, he sang with a clear and deceptive charm. It was a gentle song, very much like the lullaby your mother hummed softly by your bedside when you were young.

His blue eyes were lingering with affection, and he gently and slowly swept over everyone who was stunned in place.

The street in front of it was illuminated by the lights of the small shop, and the tall and straight boy like a poplar stood there. That was the stage, and no one could refute it.

Where the young man stands is the stage, and what the young man sings is the sound of nature.

The system recalled the first time it saw him, and it was also bewitched by this feeling that it identified this person.

Kurosawa stopped his movements, and after singing a song, there were already three layers of people around him, many of them had red eyes.

It's not their fault, the song the boy sang was really touching.

"Excuse me, do you want to buy some snacks? You work so hard, you will feel better after eating some sweets!" Kurosawa smiled, pointed to the small shop behind him, and greeted the customers.

Only then did the onlookers react, some of them walked into the small shop without hesitation, some wiped their eyes, and took out money from their bags to tip.

Grandma is getting old, her business was not good before, and she didn't do much. Naturally, the snacks were quickly sold out. Many of those who didn't get any looked at Heisawa hopefully, and asked if he would come tomorrow?

Kuisawa nodded, and those people left contentedly, and they didn't forget to pay for the reward before leaving.

They didn't buy snacks, so they want to prostitute such a beautiful and touching song for nothing?

Kurosawa handed the money to grandma with a smile, but grandma insisted on not wanting it, and thanked Kurosawa for his help today. Xiaoxing and Xiaoteng have already looked stupid, and they are more popular than others. They have been busy for so many days, and no one has a song yet. Songs make a lot of money...

Kurosawa put the money on the counter, picked up his backpack, and prepared to leave.

"I really didn't expect my deskmate to have such talent." Seiichi Yukimura stood at the door of the store and waved to the stunned Kurosawa.

"Yukimura? Why are you here?" Kurosawa was very happy to meet someone he knew, he picked up his things and ran to the side of Yukimura Seichi.

Yukimura Seichi pointed to the small shop, and said, "My sister wanted to eat the dim sum here, and thought it would not be sold out, but when I came here, I saw you."

"Ah... I still have some here, I'll give it to you first!" Kurosawa handed the packaged snacks to Yukimura, "I didn't expect to sell so many!"

He really wanted to attract people by singing, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.

Yukimura Seichi shook his head and didn't answer, but he answered Kurosawa's words, "Because Kurosawa's singing is really good!"

Even he was so fascinated by what he heard that he forgot to go in and buy things in the first place.

"Haha, I'm really happy to be so affirmed!" Kurosawa was satisfied, "But you can take the snacks back! Treat it as a gift for your handsome tablemate to bribe your sister!"