I like you, nothing to do with you

?This year's spring in Kanagawa is later than in previous years. This is April when the world is full of beauty, but the branches of the cherry blossom trees are occupied by large patches of pink. The cool breeze is coming, mixed with the breath of the sea, and the pink petals Blowing down to the ground, the falling flowers are colorful, which is really beautiful.

A petal fell on the drawing board, the wind chime shook lightly, and the pink was shaken into the air. A gust of wind blew, and the petal that had just stood on the tip of the grass was endowed with new strength, flew into the air, and swayed under the influence of the wind Graceful figure.Fengling put away the drawing board in her hand, looked up at the tennis court not far away, then looked away, stood up with one hand on the grass, patted the petals standing on the skirt, turned and walked towards the teaching building.It's just that she didn't know that when she left, the teenagers in the stadium were talking about her.

"Hey, Hiroshi, do you think that girl sitting under that cherry blossom tree just now is painting us?" The silver-haired boy grabbed the braid at the back of his head and twisted it around, looking at Fengling with his slender eyes. Where he sat just now, the racket that should have been held in his hand was caught under his arm.

The purple-haired boy called Bilushi raised his hand and pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, glanced at his little friend, and replied lightly: "Probably."

"Are you referring to Feng Sang?" A voice suddenly sounded behind the two teenagers.

"Puff... Lian Er knows?" The silver-haired boy turned his head to look at his companion who appeared behind him with closed eyes.

The young man lowered his head, flipped through the notebook in his hand, and said, "Feng Ling, female, 17 years old, visually estimated height is 1.5 meters three, visually estimated weight is 45 kg, just transferred to Lihai University High School this year, and Xian Ichiro is a classmate. Half a month A few days ago, he was suddenly announced as the deputy director of the art department, the specific reason is unknown..."

"Yo, there's some data that our Army Master Liu doesn't know." The silver-haired boy raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Liu Lian Er jokingly.

Liu paused slightly, and continued: "It is said that the supervisor and the minister of the art department ordered to block the news at the same time."

As soon as Liu's words fell, the teenagers surrounding the three of them who were earnestly training all turned their heads to look at the head of the art department standing outside the court with a peerless face, wearing a khaki coat, smiling slightly The cool spring breeze blew gently, lifting the hair on the sideburns, the violet eyes shone gently, and the corners of the pretty mouth slightly raised an arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

"It can't be that the minister likes people, so he is nepotism." The boy with messy hair joined the team of gossip.

"Little kelp's mandarin has improved, and he can be nepotism." The silver-haired boy glanced at the kelp-headed boy.

"Don't call me little kelp." The kelp-headed boy was on the verge of breaking out.

"I seem to have heard something very interesting. What is liking others? What is cronyism? Chiya, can you explain it to me?" A gentle voice like water came from behind the kelp-headed boy.

"It's inconvenient!" The kelp-headed boy roared. When the sound of the last word hadn't fallen, he realized it later, and the anger froze on his face. He turned his head mechanically and looked at Violet who suddenly appeared behind him. The boy with hair twitched the corner of his mouth. At some point, those people who were beside him disappeared without a trace. The boy with the hair head closed his mouth and whimpered, "Minister...Minister..."

"Since Chiya is inconvenient, let's talk about it later, train hard today." The beautiful boy lowered his eyes, turned and left.

"Ah, no, no, minister... minister..." Kirihara Chi also wailed, and wanted to rush up to grab the corner of the dear minister's clothes, but was caught by the collar with an iron hand. Without turning his head, he Knowing who is the owner of this hand, the voice of wailing became louder, "Minister, help, help...Deputy Minister, don't be like this..."

"Akaya must be serious about training." The beautiful boy stopped and looked back at Akaya Kirihara, with a faint smile on his lips.

That smile seemed like a spring breeze, but it let people who are familiar with him know the meaning of it. Kirihara Chi couldn't help shivering, and before he had time to mourn for himself, he felt a punch that broke through the air resistance, and his brain sent out to avoid The signal, but before it was transmitted to the nerves, it received a burst of unbearable pain.

"Ah ah ah..."

Feng Ling, who had just stepped on the steps of the teaching building, paused slightly, and looked back to the depths of the tree-lined path, at the end of which was the tennis court. She pursed her lips slightly, lowered her eyes, and turned her head to leave.