I like you, nothing to do with you

?Feng Ling is not a fool. Even though Marui Bunta repeatedly invited him, he finally refused the opportunity to watch the match between Tachikai and Ice Tei up close.On the day of the game, it would be impossible to describe it as a sea of ​​people. Two-thirds of the girls in the senior department affiliated to Lihai University surrounded the tennis court so tightly that no fly could fly in, while the remaining one-third occupied the tennis court. Seeing this, Feng Ling deeply felt that it was a wise decision to reject Marui's invitation. If she joined forces at this time, she might be selected by the tennis club someday. Brain fans are torn apart.

Fengling swallowed her saliva, and sat under the cherry blossoms. Although it was a long distance from the tennis court, the advantage was that the position was higher. Although she couldn't see the faces of the contestants clearly, she could vaguely tell who was who.

After two doubles and two singles matches, the sun gradually set to the west, and the atmosphere outside the court became more enthusiastic. No matter how slow Feng Ling was, she knew that the most exciting part was about to begin.

The violet-haired boy who had been sitting on the bench outside the court stood up, and the audience screamed. Although the khaki sportswear he was wearing looked a bit rustic to Feng Ling, he gave him a bit of fairy air. Come on, well, she admitted, even if he approved a rag, it would be nice.

As his opponent, the head of the Ice Emperor Tennis Club also stood up, his dazzling purple-gray hair made Feng Ling slightly stunned, and he snapped his fingers towards the sky, the screaming stopped instantly, only a slightly A haughty voice sounded over the silent tennis court: "Let's indulge in my grandpa's gorgeous skills."

Although the voice was not loud, but because the environment was too quiet, the wind chimes could be heard very clearly. She was stunned again, the lines were very familiar.

Uh...is that him?A handsome face flashed in Fengling's mind, the mole at the corner of the eye was very obvious, Fengling frowned, as if he said that he was Tezuka's girlfriend?Just when Feng Ling was racking his brains to think, the scream that broke through the sky broke the silence of the audience, and the scream was accompanied by the call of "Master Atobe...".

Uh...he is indeed handsome, but in Marui's words, compared to Minister Yukimura, he is left behind by several blocks.

Yukimura... two words crossed his heart, his heart skipped a beat for no reason, Feng Ling suppressed his thoughts, pursed his lips, looked up at the tennis court, the two ministers entered the court at the same time, the screams still did not stop Stance.

Atobe swung his racket into the air, and there was a dead silence in the audience, and his slightly haughty voice sounded again: "Shut up, Mr. Cat."

Although it was a very ironic word, no one outside the venue seemed to raise any objections. Feng Ling twitched the corners of his mouth, maybe this group of people is enjoying themselves at this moment.

"Deputy Minister." A voice sounded from behind.

Feng Ling was slightly taken aback, turned around, looked at the long-haired girl walking towards her, stood up with one hand on the grass, patted the grass clippings on the skirt, and nodded: "Saito-san."

"The deputy director is here to watch the game?" Saito's mouth slightly raised, and his beautiful peach eyes scanned the surroundings, "It seems that there is nothing to see here."

"No, it's pretty good here." Feng Ling put her hands behind her back and shrugged her shoulders.

Saito sneered, looked away, and landed on Fengling. Fengling smiled slightly and didn't speak. After a while, Saito said, "I'm sorry for breaking the vice minister's painting last time."

"Saito-san said this sentence twice." Feng Ling raised her eyebrows.

Saito was taken aback for a moment, then her face sank slightly, she bit her lip, showing a hint of grief: "The deputy director still refuses to forgive me? Or do you think it was intentionally broken? The deputy director is really ruthless."

"I've never said that before." Looking at the face that could arouse the love and affection of countless men, Fengling frowned and said, "Saito-san, the past has passed, why do I always have to bring it up. As for deliberately It’s still unintentional, I’m not qualified to judge. If you say I’m ruthless, then I’m ruthless.” Feng Ling shrugged her shoulders indifferently, “It’s better than making trouble for no reason. Don’t you think so, Saito-san?”

Saito looked at Feng Ling in astonishment, as if he never thought that the usually taciturn vice minister would talk so much.

"Saito-san, take a look, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first." Fengling nodded towards Saito, passed by her, and smelled a sweet and greasy perfume.

Day by day, Saito didn't bother to find Fengling anymore, and Fengling was also happy, every day besides attending classes, he was helping another vice-minister of the art department to sort out the affairs of the department, or going home to eat steamed buns At the same time, by the way, yo my younger brother.

Time has entered June, and the results of the calligraphy and painting competition came out. Feng Ling's work won the second prize. Feng Ling didn't particularly care about this ranking, so let alone a sense of loss, life is still going on like this.

Although Feng Ling did not go to the scene to watch the game, the friendship between Marui and her gradually deepened with the passage of time, and they reached the point where they called each other's names.Gradually, Feng Ling knew what happened two years ago, and knew the mood behind the painting hanging in Masao Hasegawa's painting exhibition. Her heart was throbbing, and a feeling called heartache was slowly flowing, a kind of adolescence. The girl's love slowly takes root and sprouts in her heart.