[Comprehensive] My wealthy friends

This was not an action that lasted for long, at least Akashi retreated first before Kawashima broke free.

Before the warm touch withdrew, Kawashima felt his lower lip being licked.

Kawashima: "..."

Senseless.

He had no experience in kissing, and his mind was somewhat blank, Akashi took advantage of this gap perfectly and raised his arms to hug him.

It was a natural and gentle movement.

"Do you hate it?"

"..."

Kawashima was confused and didn't even know whether Akashi was asking for the hug or the kiss just now.

The dense and long eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing the shock in the eyes.

"Let's reconcile."

Akashi said softly, "There's no point in this stalemate."

Kawashima stiffened unconsciously, and could feel Akashi lowering his head against the hollow of his shoulder.

"...Since you care about me the most, you have no intention of accepting other people... just being with me, isn't that okay?"

Kawashima lowered his eyes silently: "You are secretly changing concepts."

"As long as we get along like before, the change of status won't bring too many changes... You are obviously worried about what happened to me, aren't you?"

"..." Kawashima was silent for two seconds, "You won't."

It is not Akashi Seijuro's style to act desperately and impulsively for this kind of thing, which is to hurt oneself.

"How do you know you won't?"

The other party refuted too smoothly, not only came prepared, but more like a posture of "it's true".

Kawashima stalked for a moment before frowning in disapproval: "Hello..."

Akashi circled his hand: "Think about it, if it's just for company, no one is more suitable than me. You also think that there is no one who cares more, right?"

Kawashima had nothing to say.

Because Akashi is right.

He was too aware that there was something wrong with his emotional system, that's why he was so decisive and decisive when he rejected Suzuki.

"That's all."

Kawashima originally thought so.

In his vision, probably everyone can get a template of universal happiness, with a beautiful family and a successful career, except for himself.

It may be traveling all over the world, or it may be something else, wandering around alone looking for interesting things, no matter where you live, there is nothing to care about anyway.

"you……"

"I won't give up. Calmness and persuasion are useless."

Akashi cut off his last chance straight away.

——"Since you are worried about me, just look at me yourself."

……

After Akashi left, Kawashima went to wash his face with cold water, and couldn't help but wonder how soft-hearted he was to make Akashi threaten him with an emotional card so openly.

Or use yourself to threaten.

'What if I just don't care about his life. '

As soon as this idea came out, not only did he not feel angry, but Kawashima was taken aback: For the assumption of this situation, the most natural word he used in his heart was actually the most impossible "what if".

That is,

The outcome of this game of chess has already been decided.

Kawashima stood where he was, completely in the mood to think about anything else.

He seemed to be completely empty, but the thoughts in his mind jumped out one after another, scrambling to hit his brain nerves, and finally merged into two words:

... It's over.

Chuan Dao returned to his room after the bonfire party. The teacher with the team would check on the person, so he happened to step in.

After the teacher left, Maeda took out his cards and continued to play with the others. He greeted him and extended an invitation. Kawashima waved his hand and refused, and stayed in the bathroom for nearly an hour before coming out.

The game of cards had already been turned off, and everyone went back to their rooms to sleep. Maeda came out to pour water, also in a daze, rubbing his eyes and joking: "You built a house in the bathroom, right?"

Kawashima wanted to smile in response, but couldn't.

Family, future, parents...

He thought about everything he could think about, and he didn't believe that Akashi hadn't sorted out all these things before looking for him today. If Akashi really didn't change his mind, unless he kept it secret for a long time, one day the matter would be exposed, and everything would be covered. It's not a small thing that can be brushed off.

——Damn it, why did he use the word "every time"? !

Couldn't help but rolled his eyes, Kawashima patted his head and went into the room to sleep.

The main task of the second day was to visit the relics and local characteristics. I was bored on Chuandao Road, and I didn’t buy anything. I walked empty-handed.

How terrible it is to have a bad friend.

Kawashima didn't mind, but he had to follow along all the way. He was physically strong, so the girls were defeated first and found a place to rest.

The location outside the open-air drink shop is surrounded by a circle.

Koike, who was sitting next to Maeda, suddenly said, "I thought Kawashima-kun was difficult to get along with before, but it turns out that he is not very talkative."

Kawashima was a little surprised by such an evaluation, raised his eyebrows, and first smiled cooperatively.

Although he is not a talkative person, he is probably more familiar with him when he was in Bingdi, and he can catch up with anyone he meets, and no one has ever labeled him with such an attribute.

Suzuki also followed in the team, she was able to play well among the girls, and immediately interjected, "It's just hard to chase."

The others froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Kawashima also discovered that Suzuki not only took the initiative in this kind of matter, but also did not avoid suspicion.

He has always been more protective of the girl's face, even if he could talk to her, he just smiled and expressed his opinion without saying anything.

However, Suzuki was relentless, looking straight at him, with a stubborn light shining: "Ask him what kind of girl he likes, but he still refuses to tell."

"You've wronged me." Sensing that the direction was wrong, Kawashima finally cut off the conversation, propped his elbows on the chair and supported his chin, his dark green eyes were slightly bent, with a gentle look, " I really didn’t think about it at the time.”

"what about now?"

"Well," Kawashima teased half-jokingly as he tapped his cheek with his fingertips, "It's wrong to say anything now, so I'd better not say it."

"...Fuck you." Suzuki was a little surprised that he had never seen Kawashima like this before, and curled his lips, "It's all because of your lame eyes that Miss Ben is so nice."

"Yes Yes."

Even if this matter is exposed.

Kawashima guessed that Akashi's sudden action last night was somewhat "credited" by Suzuki's being by his side to cause visual stimulation, but obviously, the matter here is over, and he and Akashi are just getting started.

Although I don't want to use such an ambiguous adjective, it is indeed the undoubted status quo.

Akashi was obviously giving him time to think, and he didn't deliberately appear in front of him all morning, let alone talk and communicate.

Coincidentally, he also wanted to hide for a while.

……

The time for the school trip is not very long, and the later time is the real summer vacation.

In previous years, Kawashima had to follow the tennis club to camp for training. This year, even if he is still in the sports club, he is not a member of the army, so he does not need to go to the Luoshan basketball team for training.

The car drove to the school gate, and everyone went home separately.

Kawashima got out of the car in front of him, and the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated with the sound of receiving a text message.

[Wait for me for 2 minutes. ]

It's Akashi.

Without saying where to wait, Kawashima walked away from the car and stood under the shade of a tree.

The weather was very hot, and there was sticky discomfort floating in the air. Kawashima put his fingers on the back of his neck, planning for the next trip.

He must go to France to visit his mother, he still has the money for the air ticket, it's hard to say whether he will return to Tokyo...

Atobe and Shinozu started their sleepover three days ago, and they couldn't get together when they went back; as for the father——

Kawashima breathed out silently. After deciding on some things, the matter of "meeting his father" suddenly became a little stressful.

After all, Akashi is also the only son of the other party who has watched him grow up since he was a child, and he is also the only son of a close friend.

If you said that you didn't want to see your father before, now you feel that it's weird and difficult to face.

Akashi finally came over, his steps were steady and neat, very steady but fast, and he could still maintain a sense of refreshment that went against the season in this hot weather.

"Are you going back?" Akashi asked straight to the point.

"Well, go back and pack your things and go to France."

"What about when you come back?"

"Ok?"

Akashi remained calm, and his expression was well controlled, but Kawashima noticed with sharp eyes that his Adam's apple seemed to roll slightly restlessly.

It's like an illusion under the scorching sun.

"Move back."

It wasn't even a sentence pattern for seeking advice, Kawashima frowned, and asked, "Why are you so sure that I will agree?"

"If you don't agree, you will refuse on the spot." Akashi gave the reason, "Just like when you refused me before."

Kawashima: "..."

Why does it feel like an accusation.

Akashi looked at him, showing a very gentle smile, with long-lost warmth: "The training camp should be over before you come back, and I will pick you up then."

"No need..." Kawashima deliberately looked away, not wanting to be confused by the other party's special appearance, "If you are free, help me take back the things in the apartment."

Akashi's smile deepened: "Okay."

After speaking, neither of them moved.

Kawashima waited silently for a while: "Aren't you going?"

"Go right now."

Akashi stared at him intently, not paying attention to other things at all, "I'm so happy."

"..."

Kawashima was stunned for a moment, then suddenly clenched the straps of his backpack, and walked away with the wind on his feet.

Not a single word was left.