I like you, nothing to do with you

?The end of the semester is approaching, and the club activities have gradually stopped. Feng Ling walked unhurriedly on the tree-lined path holding the drawing board. At the most violent moment, the hot molecules in the air showed no signs of subsiding. When the wind chime shook the drawing board, a gust of hot wind rushed towards the face.

"Xiaoling..." A clear voice came from behind, followed by a heavy body weight, followed by the sound of bubble gum bursting.

"It's so heavy." Fengling's knees bent down with the weight, she muttered, "How many more cakes have you eaten?"

"I've only eaten one so far today. What's the matter? Does Xiaoling want to treat me to a cake?" Marui Fumta jumped down, took out a bubble gum from his pocket very consciously, and handed it over, "Hey, today is a grape delicious."

"Thank you." Feng Ling took it, tore open the package and threw it into his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the kelp-headed boy walking beside the red-haired boy.

"Senior Feng." Kirihara raised his hand and scratched his messy hair, calling out.

Although the final exam is approaching, but because August is the national competition, the tennis club's training is in full swing, and this is their training time, Feng Ling thought for a while and asked, "Aren't you training today? "

"Tomorrow is the final of the Kanto Tournament, so today Yukimura said let's go back early." Marui blew the bubble gum in his mouth, and there was another "beep...", "Anossa, Xiaoling, come with us to eat cake later Right? Chi also said that he found a newly opened cake shop yesterday, let's try it."

Without waiting for Fengling to think, Marui took her hand and rushed towards the school gate, Kirihara followed behind.

Not long after they left, several teenagers wearing the same school uniform as them appeared on the boulevard. The silver-haired teenager folded his arms around his chest, his slender eyes slightly curved, showing a sly smile: "Pfft Li... I never thought that the relationship between Mrs. Wen and Feng Sang is even better than the relationship between the vice minister who is a classmate and Feng Sang. Do you think it is better than Lu Shi?"

The purple-haired boy standing beside him glanced at the silver-haired boy, but said nothing.

A chill came from behind, knocking the hot molecules in the air out of the sky, only to hear a cold voice in my ear: "It's too slack."

"Hehe... Who is Sanada saying to be slack?" A chuckle escaped from the mouth of the violet-haired boy.

"The probability that Sanada says Wen is too lax is 20%, the probability that Nioh is lax is 35%, and the probability that he is lax is 45%." The boy with his eyes closed shook the pen in his hand and said while writing, only feeling The temperature around him seemed to be approaching zero, so he hurriedly changed his words and said, "The probability of saying that I am relaxing is 60%."

In the cold wind, the teenagers from the Tennis Club of the High School Affiliated to Lihai University experienced the feeling of entering the cold winter instantly from the hot summer.

The decoration of the cake shop cannot be said to be tall, but it is more warm. The melodious English songs echoed in her ears. The wind chime lowered her head and stirred the milk tea in the cup. Looking at the two teenagers sitting opposite, Kirihara touched his kelp head, with a trace of pain on his face, Marui grinned at the wind chime, and then glared at Kirihara.

Kirihara pursed his mouth, dug a spoonful of cake, but didn't put it in his mouth, but raised his eyes to look at Feng Ling, and asked, "Hey, Senior Feng, do you like our minister?"

The direct and straightforward question made Feng Ling's heart tremble. She stared blankly at Kirihara who hastily stuffed the cake into her mouth. The mixing stick in her hand fell down and made a ding sound. After a while, she looked away , picked up the stir stick and continued to stir the milk tea in the cup.

There was another "ouch", and Marui's anxious voice sounded: "Anossa, Xiaoling, we are not..."

Before Marui could finish explaining, Fuling raised her head, raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and said, "Well, I like Yukimura-kun."

"No... eh?" Marui was racking his brains to figure out how to explain that Zai would not make Fengling angry, but he was startled by Fengling's sudden honesty. He stared blankly at Fengling for a long time, stuttering Parrot, "You...you like Yukimura-kun?"

"Well, I like it." Feng Ling smiled, picked up the cup, and took a sip, "It's not shameful to like someone."

Marui and Kirihara looked at each other, they dug a spoonful of cake at the same time, looked at Fengling, and asked in unison: "Then why don't you confess your love?"

"Why should I confess my love?" Feng Ling asked back.

The little animals and plants were stunned again, and after a long time, Marui murmured, "Why didn't you tell him if you liked him?"

Fengling pursed her lips, put down her cup, and said, "It's my business that I like Yukimura-kun, and it has nothing to do with Yukimura-kun. Instead of telling him that he was rejected, it's better to keep it as a secret in my heart."

"If you don't tell the minister, how do you know he will reject you." Kirihara muttered.

"In the past few months, there have been eight hundred people who have confessed their love to Mr. Yukimura. Who has Mr. Yukimura promised?" Feng Ling asked slightly exaggeratedly.

How could the two who are the main candidates of the tennis club not know the truth of Feng Ling's words, they looked at each other again, and Marui asked softly, "Then...then don't you feel bad?"

"Unfortunate...it will be a little bit." Fengling shook her head, "But Yukimura-kun is...well..." She frowned slightly, thinking about what words to put on that elegant The young man is suitable, a flash of inspiration flashed, and her eyes lit up, "It's a male god. God, we are made to worship by ordinary people like us, and we can only see it from a distance but not touch it up close, so just think about it that way." .”

"Is that so..." Marui stuffed the cake into his mouth and bowed his head in silence.

Feng Ling picked up the cup and took a big sip. The rich black tea was mixed with mellow milk, which also had a sweet taste. The silky milk tea fell into her throat. She leaned back and leaned on the back of the sofa chair , let out a breath, lowered her eyes, covering her current mood.

"Hey, Xiaoling, we will definitely help you keep this secret." Marui's clear voice rang in his ears.

Feng Ling raised her head, looked at Marui who was smacking her chest, and then looked at Kirihara who nodded in agreement with Marui's promise, and said with a smile, "Then should I say something for your great decision?"

"Ah, we will be happier if Xiaoling invites us to eat cake." Marui said with a smile.

"Yeah." Kirihara nodded heavily.

Feng Ling looked at the two smiling like flowers, dumbfounded.

"Boss, please add a strawberry cake." Marui shouted loudly.

"There is also a copy of the Black Forest." Kirihara shouted hastily.

Feng Ling looked at the unrestrained two with a black line on her head.

After a while, Feng Ling looked at the two who were working hard, and asked, "Bunta, Kirihara-kun, how do you know that I like Yukimura-kun?"

The hands of the two people who were digging the cake couldn't help but pause, and then accelerated the digging speed. They didn't say that it was because they accidentally saw the drawings on the sketchbook that Feng Ling carried with them, and revealed it unintentionally. Then someone from the tennis club It was calculated by a data expert shaking his pen.

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?The man opened the door and walked into the house, and put the key in his hand on the shoe cabinet. The room was filled with the aroma of food. He took a deep breath, walked quickly into the dining room, looked at the dazzling array of delicacies on the table, and raised the corner of his mouth With a nice curve, out of the corner of his eyes, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a picture book on the dining table, raised his eyebrows slightly, reached for the picture book, and started to flip through it casually.

The incomparably familiar writing, coloring, and scenes made the corners of the man's mouth rise even higher. He turned another page, and his eyes fell on a painting. It was still the familiar playground, but the protagonist in the painting had changed. , He pondered for a moment, then put his hand into his pocket, as if he was groping for something, but he didn't take it out.

There was the sound of the doorknob turning behind him. The man turned his head. The woman with long hair coiled up was wearing an apron. The blue Doraemon was standing on her chest impartially. When she saw the man, the woman smiled slightly and raised her hand He came out with a plate of dishes: "Are you back?

"Well, Xiaoling, I'm back." The man nodded.

"Go and wash your hands, you can eat." Feng Ling walked up to the man and looked up at him.

The man quickly took the food from Feng Ling and put it on the dining table, seemingly unintentionally, he said, "Is the album printed?"

"En." Feng Ling responded softly, "The model is out, have you seen it?"

"Look." The man put the album in his hand on the table, "I just saw it when I came back."

Feng Ling was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, passed by the man, took off his apron and put it aside, and began to serve soup.

"Well, he's getting married." The man suddenly said something out of nowhere.

"Eh? Who?" Feng Ling was stunned again, stopped what she was doing, and turned to look at the man inexplicably.

"Your male god." The man said sourly, "The male god in your painting."

"Huh?" Feng Ling blinked her eyes, bit her lower lip lightly with her white teeth, caught a glimpse of the picture book on the table, and understood, "Oh, him."

"Why, you seem to be disappointed by your tone." The man grabbed Feng Ling's shoulders with both hands and forced her to turn around. His dark green eyes narrowed slightly, and when Feng Ling gave an affirmative answer, he instantly sparred. Da's posture.

"Hehe..." Feng Ling chuckled, "Whether he remembers me or not is still a problem."

"Then if he remembers you, he won't be disappointed." The man stretched out his hand a little rudely and raised Feng Ling's chin, and said angrily.

Feng Ling slapped the man's hand off angrily, and said, "You know it's a god. How can a mortal like me just enter the memory of a god? Don't make trouble, let's eat."

"I heard that you also said something to people at that time, 'I like you, it has nothing to do with you'." The man reached out and lifted Feng Ling's chin again, "Is there such a thing?"

"That's just a secret love." Feng Ling replied with a straight face.

"What about me?" At this moment, the man is like a child who can't get sugar and can't be satisfied.

"What are you?"

"do you like me?"

Feng Ling was taken aback when she heard the words, then shook her head gently.

The man's eyes widened immediately, and he let go of the hand that was holding the wind chime's chin. His amber eyes were fixed on the wind chime, his hands were hanging down on his sides, and one of them was firmly grasping the pocket of his trousers.

Feng Ling smiled slightly, stretched her arms around the man's waist without a trace of fat at all, and pressed her face against his chest, listening to the strong and powerful heartbeat, with a faint smell of sweat coming from her nose, she rubbed against the man's chest Unsurprisingly, I heard a cold snort, and said: "I don't like you, I love you, this has a lot to do with you, because you have appeared in my life and left an indelible mark."

"Is it?"

"Yes."

"Then he is your male god, what am I yours?"

"Man, man, the only man in this life."

"Why am I not a male god?"

"Because I'm a woman."

The man looked down at the woman in his arms, his turbulent heart was ironed very submissively by her words, he increased the strength of his hands, wishing to rub her into his body, suddenly he remembered something, After moaning for a long time, he said, "He's married, don't you want to see him?"

"He's married, what do I see him for?"

"Um... um... really don't want to?"

The air above the room was once again filled with the smell of old Shanxi vinegar. Feng Ling couldn't laugh or cry. She stretched out her hand and pinched the man's waist, and asked, "Do you want me to see him?"

"Of course not!" The man quickly retorted, "However, I have something here." After finishing speaking, he took out a ball of crumpled red from his trouser pocket, and stuffed it into Feng Ling's hand.

Feng Ling took it suspiciously, and unfolded it carefully. When he saw the words in gold on the cover, the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely. He opened the cover, read the contents quickly, raised his head to look at the man, and paused word by word. Asked: "The invitation is for the two of us?"

"Probably." The man stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets, raised his head, and pointed his chin at the wind chime.

"Why are you wrinkled like this?"

"I don't know. It was like this when Atobe gave this to me. I guess Atobe still remembers the fact that the man liked his wife back then. Who knows about this kind of thing?"

"Is that so?"

"probably."

"Don't you remember hating others?"

"how is this possible!"

"Is there any connection between his liking Mr. Adobe's wife and sending you this invitation?"

"Then I have to ask him. Oh, the food is getting cold, so hurry up and eat it, I'm starving to death."

"..."

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