Favorability system of color control

According to Atobe Keigo's personality, his student council president's office is of course all in accordance with the preferences of the young master.

Including the couch that has been occupied by bamboo horses for a long time.

When Atobe Keigo led Huachi into his president's room, he saw the black-haired boy lying on the sofa and fell asleep again, but fortunately he remembered to put on a coat this time.

Sitting on the sidelines, Ninaku Yushi, who handled some documents for Qingxianji Ryo, flicked his wrist: "Xiaoliang said that Sakura Festival hopes to invite the regular members of the Seigaku Tennis Club, and also call the little milk cat. But wait for him to go this weekend. When I come back from Kanagawa, I will probably say that I want to invite Li Haida again."

"Tsk, Yukimura and Sanada..." Keigo Atobe snorted inexplicably.

"Call him up for lunch. I had a small meeting with those from the Photography Department of the Kyudo Department who wanted extra budget." Renzu put down the documents in his hand, "The Kyudo Department still doesn't seem to give up on letting Xiao Liang go too. Participate in the competition."

"Xiaoliang has never learned the art of archery." Atobe bent over and stretched out his hand to stroke the bamboo horse's soft and cool hair, "Xiaoliang, wake up."

The black-haired boy rubbed his hand and moved his head slightly, with a smile on his lips, and his voice was a little hoarse from just waking up: "Hmm... Xiaojing. I had a good dream today."

"Ah, I can see it." Atobe took his hand to help the bamboo horse who had just woken up to sit up straight, "The archery department, do you need me to talk to you?"

Qingxianji Ryo looked at Yushi Ninzu, the genius of Ice Emperor shrugged his shoulders: "You said you asked me to help you with the documents. It's not surprising to see those invitation letters from 'Sincerely' inviting you to join the club."

"I haven't learned how to bow—"

"The Atobu has just said this." Yushi Shinozu pushed his glasses helplessly, "And this reason obviously cannot completely dissuade the Archery Department. Xiaoliang, I remember that the head of the Archery Department is also a third-year student this year, no one I don’t want to be promoted to the advanced department with a victory in the end.” However, he was still a little curious, “Since Xiaoliang, you haven’t learned archery, why does he miss you so much?”

Shocked by Shinozu's words, Qingxianji Ryo glared at him: "He has seen my bow and arrow, and said my bow is flashy. So I let him see it."

Think back to those...weapons you saw in your friend's villa?Ninata Yushi really found out the shape of a bow from his memory: "Is that the bow inlaid with various gems?"

Is it no surprise that a bow that looks like a work of art should be mistaken for gaudy? !

Qingxian Siliang also raised his chin: "That bow is enough to prove that my... loves me far more than the gems he likes."

He thought of the elven king who taught him how to archery in his dream just now, his eyes drooped and fell on his sketchbook, but just for a moment, he gathered up those memories that were about to overflow, and placed them properly in his heart.

This actually made him feel a familiar pain in his heart again. Fortunately, compared to when the platinum-haired boy appeared in his dream, this pain was completely tolerable for him.

But Atobe knew that he must have angina pectoris again when he curled up his fingers: "Enough, go get a glass of water, the ratio of cold water to hot water is just right. Xiaoliang, where did you put your medicine?"

"The second floor of the bookcase." Qingxian Temple smiled at him, "It doesn't really hurt..."

Atobe Keigo stood up and looked down at his pale face: "Shut up, take medicine."

Under the watchful eyes of Zhuma and his friends, Qingxian Siliang could only swallow the medicine with hot water.

In fact, the worried emotions from Xiaojing and Yushi have made his wounds heal a lot.

Originally, according to the plan, Seikenji Ryo was going to accompany Keigo Atobe to finish class on Friday, send him to the tennis court, and then go to Kanagawa.

Keigo Atobe also asked someone to prepare freshly squeezed juice for the bamboo horse in advance on the tennis court.

But the black-haired boy decided to take a car to Kanagawa immediately after answering the phone call.

"... Yukimura's phone number?" Keigo Atobe helped him pack the books.

"Well, Jingichi said that he asked the attending physician and wanted to see me and Genichiro's practice this weekend. So I want to get him out of the hospital as soon as possible. He doesn't like hospitals, and neither do I." Push all the textbooks to Zhuma, "Please Huadi, please put it in the chairman's room for me. I'll just bring my sketchbook and painting album."

Atobe Keigo curled his lips: "Send me a bouquet of flowers to Yukimura. If there is no opponent in the national competition..."

"I see." Qingxian Siliang stroked his purple-gray hair, walked to the door of the classroom and remembered to turn around to emphasize, "But I will definitely tell him that you are the one who wants to send red roses, and I will choose to give lilies."

...Who is going to give Yukimura a red rose!

Jinjing General Hospital.

The overly delicate-looking black-haired boy was holding a bouquet of red roses, which attracted many veiled or direct gazes.

Qingxian Siliang smiled at the beautiful nurses all the way, and found friends directly on the rooftop.

"Seiichi is indeed here." He handed the rose to Yukimura, "How is Zhou doing?"

"It's okay." Seiichi Yukimura lowered his head and sniffed the scent of roses. Although he knew that it was Atobe who asked Xiaoliang to send this kind of flower, the fact that he took the rose from Xiaoliang's hand still made him feel happy.

"...Have you decided to have surgery?" Qingxian Siliang pulled his coat tighter, "It's still cold in the evening in April, take care of yourself, Jingshi. I really don't worry about you being in the hospital .”

No matter how mature he usually looks, he is actually just a young boy in the third grade of junior high school.

Yukimura Seichi was a little dumbfounded: "Xiao Liang, you are younger than me."

He casually waved his hand, signaling to the other party not to care about such things, Kiyokanji Ryo seriously thought about the thoughts he had before: "...Actually, I want Seiichi to transfer you to Tokyo. After you get sick, I will ask my brother to understand." Let’s talk about doctors who are experienced in acute radiculitis surgery in the world. As long as you decide, I will take care of all these things for you. And I can accompany you every day in Tokyo. After all, there is still about an hour to Kanagawa I can’t come here every day because of the driving distance—Xiao Jing will definitely blow up. Well, Xiao Jing said that he hopes you get better soon, and he really wants to be your opponent in the national competition.”

"I'll think about it carefully, thank you, Xiaoliang." Seiichi Yukimura pointed his index finger at the name of the jacket he was wearing, "Is it Akibu? He is indeed an opponent."

Not tennis.

Or, more than just tennis.

The black-haired boy who was far less concerned about the tennis game shrugged: "If you really meet in the final, then I can only watch the game in silence. But now, Your Royal Highness, please walk out of this terrible building with your knights." hospital."

Sure enough, he has always had a dislike for places like hospitals.

Sanada was wearing a kendo uniform and stood directly outside the gate to greet his friends and friends.

He thought only Xiao Liang would come.

"Why did you bring Yukimura here?" Genichiro Sanada, who was always worried about Yukimura's condition, took the bag from his friend, "Is he in good health? There is only one guest room at home..."

"It's fine for me to live in a room with Jingichi. I don't feel worried about him living alone." Qingxian Temple Ryo patted his friend's shoulder on tiptoe, "I feel like you've grown taller, Genichiro."

Seiichi Yukimura smiled at Sanada with a rose in his arms, and Genichiro Sanada took a step back a little stiffly: "Tomorrow morning is the practice match for the brothers, and after the lunch break is the practice between us, it will end at three o'clock."

Originally, if Xiaoliang was alone, it would not be too much to tease him, but Yukimura also came... Genichiro Sanada sighed silently.

As long as Xiaoliang stands in front of the opponent holding the bamboo knife, even if the opponent is Sanada, Xiaoliang's murderous aura cannot be contained at all.

Although Xiaoliang in this state is also very attractive, he still likes the other person's gentle smile more.

Yukimura Seichi handed warm water to his friend who was not even sweating: "Xiao Liang won again."

"Xianichiro has improved a lot." He looked at his friend who had lost the game again and had a dark face. "You must have spent more time practicing, right? You have dark circles under your eyes, Xianichiro." Academics, tennis club, and kendo , There is absolutely no need for children to push themselves so hard.

"Ah." Sanada put on his hat.

Xiaoliang is very strong.

He's always known this, but he won't be left too far behind.

"Well, the practice match is over, Seiichi and Genichiro will come and see my new painting?" If you will easily give up the path you think is right, you will not have the title of "Emperor" in Gan-kun's notes Genichiro.Qingxian Siliang didn't persuade much, and picked up his sketchbook with a smile.

"Are you still drawing people that appear in your dreams?" Yukimura showed a very interested look, "Do you have any new stories to tell me and Sanada?"

He remembered the first time he met Qingxian Siliang, when he saw a black-haired boy sitting on the floor telling a story to a blond boy on the street, such as "Water of Flame", "Land of Ice" and "Snow Field of Sand"...

At that time, his first thought was "this boy will tell that little boy, and that kid will definitely want to become an explorer in the future."

Then he stood not far away unknowingly until the boy waved goodbye to the little boy who was called away by his mother.

I don't know why the black-haired boy was still sitting there with his head down. He just hesitated for a while, and then took the initiative to introduce himself: "I'm Yukimura Seichi, and the story you told is very interesting."

"——Seichi?" Kiyokanji Ryo stretched out his hand and shook Yukimura's eyes, "Are you feeling unwell? Numbness in your hands and feet, or difficulty breathing? Or double vision?"

Yukimura held his hand: "None. I just thought that the first time we met, that boy would definitely want to be an explorer when he grows up."

"You mean that blond boy." Qingxian Siliang squinted his eyes and recalled, "The hair color is beautiful, right? No matter what kind of person he wants to be in the future, I just hope that a blond boy can realize his wish and go to Just look far away."

That was his, Armin.

"Hmm..." He bit his lip to swallow back the pain, but the knuckles of his knuckles gripping the cloth around his heart turned white due to excessive force, both Yukimura Seiichi and Sanada Genichiro were startled by him: "Xiao Liang! "