Goodbye Wang Wang, hello

While Sakurano Ryuzaki was still dumbfounded, someone said 'I just got back from a business trip and I need to take a good rest', and slipped away with a bag in my hands, before leaving, I turned around and flirted with Sakurano Ryuzaki Blinking, mouthing a 'come on'.

Ryuzaki Sakura twitched the corners of her mouth, don't think she can't see it, this is definitely a good thing you did!

"What a coincidence, Ryuzaki."

Ryuzaki Sakura laughed dryly, and swallowed the noodles with difficulty: "What a coincidence, Fujiwara-kun."

Fujiwara glanced at the seat opposite her and asked, "Can I sit?"

"of course."

Fujiwara probably had a rest today, and changed into a very casual outfit, paired with that pair of gold-rimmed glasses, he looked very refined.Glancing at the plate in front of Ryuzaki Sakurano: "Yakisoba?"

"En." Ryuzaki Sakura gave a dry acknowledgment. After thinking about it, he felt that this was very impolite, and added, "It tastes good."

"Is that so." Fujiwara stroked his chin thoughtfully, then beckoned to the waiter and asked for the same fried noodles.

The fried noodles came up soon, and Fujiwara took a bite with his chopsticks, and nodded with a smile: "It's really good."

The two were eating noodles quietly, Fujiwara looked at the noodles on the plate, and suddenly smiled, Ryuzaki Sakura raised his head and gave him a strange look.

Fujiwara shook his head and explained: "No, I just remembered that when I was very busy in the past, I often didn't have time to eat on time. Often after an operation, it would be cold in the afternoon, and we would always grab two bites in a hurry, because often There will be other surgeries to come. Speaking of which, the most I eat is fried noodles, but I haven’t tasted this carefully.”

Ryuzaki Sakura blinked and put down his chopsticks: "Doctor is really a very hard job."

"Yes." Fujiwara smiled, "Your job is not easy, you often have to go out for interviews and the like."

"It's okay. There are times when you're busy." Ryuzaki Sakura shook his head, "But it's definitely not as hard as Mr. Fujiwara."

"How's your interview going?"

Ryuzaki Sakura paused for a while while picking up noodles with chopsticks, then looked away by lowering her head, and replied, "It's okay."

"If there is anything that needs help, Ryuzaki can tell me."

Ryuzaki Sakurano: "Actually, it's mainly interviews. As long as the target is interviewed, other editors are quite easy." It means that you can't help much.

"If it's an interview with Echizen Ryoma, maybe I can help."

Ryuzaki Sakura raised her head in surprise: "You know Ryu...uh, Echizen Ryoma?!" Isn't it? !Such a coincidence?

Fujiwara shook his head: "How could I know Echizen Ryoma, but I know a doctor, he seems to have graduated from the Youth Academy, and he also played tennis in the past, maybe he knew Echizen Ryoma."

That's it.

Ryuzaki Sakura nodded, she didn't plan to interview at all: "Actually, it doesn't matter, no need..."

Half of the words were interrupted: "You don't need to reject me now, we are friends, aren't we? Moreover, I'm not sure that I can help Ryuzaki find someone."

Ryuzaki opened his mouth and closed it again, yes, he would never have known each other so coincidentally, and according to Echizen Ryoma's personality, he wouldn't be willing either, thinking this way, he nodded: "In that case, thank you, Fujiwara-kun."

"If you want to thank me, I have two movie tickets here, which were given by a friend. I am worried that no one will accompany me to see them. I wonder if Ryuzaki can show me some respect?"

"Movie? This..." Ryuzaki has never been very good at rejecting others, and he couldn't think of any reason to refuse for a while, just about to nod, "Okay..."

The hand in the bag suddenly rang.

"Sorry, Fujiwara-kun, I have a call."

Take a look—unfamiliar number?Who?

"Hello."

"Ryuzaki." A cold male voice came from the opposite side.

Echizen Ryoma! !

"Dragon..." Ryuzaki's eyes widened, and he almost blurted out the words. He reacted by holding down the name that was about to be called out, and secretly glanced at the opposite side, making sure that the other party didn't notice, then turned his body slightly, covering the phone mouth with his hand, " Is there a problem?"

"I'll come and pay the money."

"Now?!"

"……inconvenient?"

The answer was quicker than the brain: "Convenient and convenient!"

"Well, then I'm here."

Bye……

Ryuzaki held up his phone in a daze, and Fujiwara looked at him: "What's the matter? Ryuzaki."

Ryuzaki stared at the phone, and reacted in a daze, and stuffed the phone back into his bag while thinking about the wording of rejection: "Ah, that, sorry, I have something to do today, so I can't go to the movies."

"That's it." Fujiwara on the opposite side nodded, "It's okay, let's go together next time if we have a chance."

"En." Ryuzaki lowered his head, squeezed the mobile phone lying quietly in the bag with his left hand under the table, and stuffed the noodles into his mouth without taste.

The meal started unexpectedly and ended in a hurry, perhaps because Fujiwara noticed that she was secretly looking at her watch frequently, so the meal was over soon.

After the meal, Fujiwara sent her back.

Tokyo is a bustling metropolis. Even at night, it is still brightly lit and bustling. Colorful neon lights are intertwined. Young men and women come out to play and play together, enjoying the leisure after a day's work.

Ryuzaki didn't have the heart to watch the bustling scene outside, even if she didn't want to admit it, she was thinking about...that person completely.

So after being ignored for the fifth time, Fujiwara glanced at someone who was obviously absent-minded, then stopped in front of the red light, his dark eyes sank slightly, his face remained calm, and he stretched out his hand in front of Ryuzaki Moved: "Ryuzaki? Ryuzaki!"

"Ah... yes." Ryuzaki suddenly came back to his senses, his stiff crimson eyes recovered, he turned his head to look at the person next to him, suddenly reacted, his face flushed, and he quickly bowed his head to apologize: "I'm sorry! Fujiwara Sir, I am in a daze..."

"fine."

The red light in front turned to green, Fujiwara sat up straight, started the car and said casually, "Ryuzaki seems to like to be in a daze!"

"No... no, I'm not..." Ryuzaki explained in a murmur, but stopped halfway through the explanation. Anyway, it was always her fault to be in a daze in front of others.

"No, no, I don't mean to blame you." Fujiwara said with a smile, "I think, the person Ryuzaki will meet next is probably very important, right?"

"Eh? What?"

"Because you became like this after answering that phone call, so I think there must be an important person on the other end of the phone. Is it Ryuzaki's...boyfriend?"

Ryuzaki was taken aback, and waved his hands in a panic: "Eh?! No, no, no, it's just...friends." Are they friends?Did that man regard her as a friend?Or is it just the former 'coach's granddaughter'?

Ryuzaki suddenly felt a little frustrated.

"Really?" The big hand that was holding the steering wheel was slightly loosened, and Fujiwara smiled relaxedly, "That must be a very important friend."

"...That's right." With a barely audible voice, Ryuzaki turned his head and looked out of the car window, the neon lights gradually blurred into dots of light in his eyes, and hurriedly passed by in front of his eyes.

Is it important?

When he got downstairs to the apartment, Ryuzaki glanced at his watch—it wasn't until 8 o'clock.

"Thank you for taking me back, goodbye."

"Wait, Ryuzaki." Before Fujiwara could finish speaking, the person next to him quickly got out of the car, so he had to get out of the car and chase after him, "Wait, Ryuzaki!"

Ryuzaki turned around: "What?"

Fujiwara helplessly raised the bag in his hand: "You didn't take your bag."

"Ah, I'm sorry." Ryuzaki looked down, only to find out, reached out to take the handbag, thanked with a smile, "Thank you."

"It's nothing, ah, that's right—I'll ask about the matter I said about helping to interview Echizen Ryoma tomorrow."

"That..." Ryuzaki lowered his head, "Actually, it doesn't matter..."

"Ryuzaki." From his angle, all he could see was a small hair twirl on the top of his head.

Fujiwara raised his hand and paused in front of the wine-red head hanging down in front of him. After a moment, he turned his direction and landed on his shoulder lightly. The body under his palm trembled slightly. The person in front of him slowly raised his eyes to look at him. Fujiwara hooked his lips, "We are friends, right? Ryuzaki, I want to help you." So don't refuse me.

The eyes staring at her were dark and bright, and Ryuzaki could completely see the seriousness inside, for a moment, he nodded: "...OK."

Waving his hands and watching the car disappear from sight, Ryuzaki sighed, why did he feel that things seemed to be complicated.

After standing there blankly for a few minutes, Ryuzaki sighed again, turned around, and saw the person standing at the door of the apartment: "Ryoma-kun!"

The person leaning against the wall lowered his head, and only raised his head when he heard the sound. When he turned his amber glass-like eyes, he saw the person standing in front of him holding a bag in his arms.

"Dragon... When did Echizen-kun arrive? Have you been waiting for a long time?" Ryuzaki blinked his big crimson eyes, and somehow felt a sense of guilt. Watching the man walk in front of him, he finally couldn't help but look away slightly, Landed on the bushes next to the apartment.

"Nothing, just arrived."

A cold voice sounded above his head, Ryuzaki couldn't tell whether he had heard anything just now, his arms holding the bag were tightened, he smiled embarrassingly, and the words came out without thinking: "Is that so? , Great, I didn't make you wait this time..."

Shut up immediately.

What is she talking about!

The man in front of him didn't seem to care, he took out a wad of money from the tennis bag on his back and handed it over: "Repay the money to you."

Ryuzaki still didn't dare to raise his eyes, he took it with his head down, and thanked reflexively: "Thank you."

"It's nothing to be thankful for."

"Ah, I'm sorry." It was a conditioned reflex again.

There seemed to be a shallow sigh coming from the top of his head, but it didn't seem to be there. Ryuzaki didn't dare to raise his head to confirm, he could only listen to his voice falling softly like moonlight: "There is nothing to apologize for, right?"

Ryuzaki moved his lips, not knowing what to say.

In the end, Echizen Ryoma spoke first: "Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

It wasn't until Echizen Ryoma walked away that Ryuzaki Sakura raised her head, looked at the figure that was getting farther and smaller, and finally disappeared, and then she stayed longer than last time, until someone passed by When he looked at her with a little surprise, Ryuzaki came back to his senses, and went into the elevator with his bag and money in his arms.

Back in the room, he threw the bag on the bed casually. Ryuzaki walked to the desk and opened a drawer. The things in the drawer were scattered and irregular, including photos and tennis balls.

Ryuzaki took out the photo, lowered his eyebrows and looked at it for a while, put the stack of money in, pressed the photo on top, and finally closed the drawer.

After thinking about it, he turned on the phone and turned to the number on the top of the call log. Ryuzaki pursed his lips and started typing—Echizen Ryu...no, delete—Ryoma-kun.

Pressing save, Ryuzaki stared at the name for a while, then deleted another word by accident, then leaned back suddenly, and sank into the soft big bed, with his hands wrapped around the phone quietly placed on his chest .

Ryoma...