Protect our prophets

When the elevator door was about to close, there were footsteps approaching quickly. Songxue was looking at her phone, but she raised her head following the sound, and saw a hand stretched out, blocking the elevator door that was about to close.

Then someone came in and stood on the other side.Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of him wearing a peaked cap, tightly covered by a mask, tall, and wearing a thin coat in such hot weather. Under the sleeves, he could vaguely see the outline of the muscles on his arms, looking very powerful .

The elevator doors closed.

The man put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at the indicator screen. After a while, he noticed that Songxue was staring at him, as if he realized something.

He stretched out his hand, quickly took off one side of the mask, let it hang down by his ear, and lifted the net of the peaked cap smoothly, revealing a young face, smiled at her, and pointed to the area that had been spotted by Songxue. Bright floor.

"I also live on the sixth floor."

Only then did Songxue feel a little more at ease, but when she met his gaze, she froze for a moment.

She seems to have seen this person somewhere...

Not because of good looks.

Of course, he is really good-looking, with extremely fair complexion, sharp and sharp features, thin lips, and a pair of deep purple peach eyes. glowing.

This kind of dress is not very common among ordinary people, and almost has an exclusive label.

Songxue quickly remembered, yes, she had indeed seen this face several times.

On the billboards on the street on the way home from school, on the cover of the magazines of her classmates, and when she went to the supermarket to buy things, she could see the big star's head and name printed on the banners.

It seems to be called, Star City is coming?

She coughed dryly: "So we are neighbors? I don't think we've seen each other before, are we new here?"

"Actually, it's been a while since I moved in, but I was busy...well, filming." The young man nodded to her seriously, blinked his left eye, and didn't seem to deliberately conceal his identity.

"My name is Xingcheng, Sora. What about you?"

Songxue hesitated for a moment.

The big star didn't care too much, smiled apologetically, took out the key from his pocket, and shook it: "I live in 616, sorry, I seemed to scare you just now."

Saying that, Xingcheng raised his chin and pointed to the monitor above his head: "Don't worry, Baima's security measures are pretty good, otherwise I wouldn't choose to stay here - but girls who live alone really need to be more careful, That's right."

The elevator reached the sixth floor, they separated in the corridor, Songxue nodded politely to him, and turned to his door, vaguely feeling that the other party was not in a hurry to enter the door, and was still looking at her.

Songxue took out the key and looked back hesitantly.

Standing in front of the open door, Xingchengkong was pulling the key out of the door lock. He waved his hand with a smile and blinked his eyes, looking very harmless: "Then, good night, Syl."

……

Song Xueguang closed the door, still wondering, did he report his name just now?

Probably not.

Is that the nickname the other party picked up casually? ...It's really familiar.As expected of a "celebrity", he can always easily dominate in interpersonal relationships.

"Deputy Director Sanada, someone is looking for you." Outside the office, a team member knocked on the door and came in with his head. "Mr. Songxue asked, are you free now?"

Sanada checked his watch, it happened to be the break time.Yukimura told them about this before, he was not surprised, nodded: "I'll go now."

Sanada walked out of the tennis court and saw the red hair on the bench outside from a distance.

He cleared his throat, Songxue turned his head to look, and stood up quickly.

"Have you talked with Yukimura?" Sanada asked briefly.

"He, hasn't he been at home these two days..." She shrugged, "I don't understand the affairs of big families."

Genichiro Sanada, like the one in front of me, is not a community. His family runs a gymnasium, and it is said that he is from a family of policemen.

These days, it seems that without the identity of a young lady or a young master, she would have no face to hang out in school.Songxue shook her head with emotion, and muttered: "The class system..."

"what?"

"Don't worry, let's start? I'll just ask a few questions without wasting Vice Minister Sanada's time." Songxue opened the notebook.

"You're welcome." Sanada said indifferently, with an air of calm and prestige.

There is no supervisory teacher in Lihai's tennis club. From the time of enrollment to the present, all training and club affairs are in charge of the head and shared by the deputy head.

In addition, Liu Lianer is the strategist in their team and is known as one of the "Big Three". He can provide a lot of data support, so he will also help formulate training plans.

The schedule on the day of the incident was also made by Liu.Ordinary players had a full schedule of racket practice and physical training after the lunch break, while the selected players had one-on-one practice matches, and after the practice matches, they went to complete the individual training of the day...

Unfortunately, the last practice match ended before three o'clock.

"So, is Yukimura really the only one who can be ruled out?" Matsuyuki was slightly puzzled, and tapped the paper with his fingertips, "Where is Sanada-kun, haven't you been supervising the freshmen after sparring with Nioh?" Serving practice?"

"That's right, but I remembered later that I left 10 minutes in the middle." Sanada looked very serious, "I went back to the club studio to get the club fund statement, and I handed it to the teacher when I was about to end the training, and that Time, only me."

Song Xue "ah" for a while: "But, only 10 minutes?"

Sanada looked at her seriously: "For us, going back and forth is enough."

"...Oh." She nodded in admiration, "As expected of the king of Lihai University's tennis club, dominating the country—uh, uh, how much is it?"

"..."

Sanada was speechless, his expression darkened slightly.

"I haven't recovered my memory yet." Songxue twisted the broken hair around her ears, lowered her eyelashes, smiled embarrassedly, and put on a gentle and demure gesture, trying to win some goodwill to make up for it.

He sighed, feeling that he shouldn't argue with girls about this.

"I know. You mean when you were in junior high school? Only two years." Sanada pursed his lips, as if recalling some not-so-good memories, and his tone was still calm, "However, it doesn't affect our journey in high school."

In the end, Songxue checked the main points of the notebook again, and asked again: "Where are the seniors in the third grade? Is there anything..."

"They are going to participate in the summer training camp." Sanada replied, "They can only be shortlisted because they are full, and only the third-year candidates can sign up."

She nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally, some progress has been made."

"You're not doing elimination, are you?" Sanada hesitated for a moment.

"Don't doubt the method." Matsuxue closed the notebook and said seriously, "It is very important to be able to narrow the scope, you see, the two tennis clubs plus the support club, and...well, the entire social circle of Ayanokouji, at least 200 people , just your team members, I can only ask about the situation with a few familiar Zhengxuan, and the rest, it is impossible to find them one by one, right?"

Sanada was silent for a while, expressing her understanding.

"The police will do the job well. You are just an ordinary student, so you don't have to work too hard."

"If I were really that ordinary, I wouldn't be involved," she replied.

……

When Songxue was about to leave the tennis club, a figure suddenly rushed out of the woods behind the school road, and arrived in front of her in a flash.

"You still have the face to come to the tennis club!? If you forget everything before, can you just pretend it didn't happen?"

Kawahara Airi's angry face appeared.

Obviously she came alone, without Yuko Matsumoto around to control her, the long-standing emotions burst out all of a sudden.She raised her arm, raised her palm and flung it over.

Songxue was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect that the girl who was trembling with fright that day was so brave.

The girls who are in charge of cheerleading activities in these support clubs are actually not weak, at least they exercise more and have developed strong muscles.She could only take a step back, dodge the palm wind, and stretch out her hand to block it.

The arm was slapped hard, but she twisted the opponent's wrist backhanded in time, and twisted again, and both of them turned more than half a circle, turning back to back.

Kawahara was also stunned for a moment, and cursed sullenly: "Bitch, who else would it be if it wasn't you? Don't turn yourself in!"

"Friend, then you look down on the police's judgment too much."

"You let go!"

"Huh? Huh?" Songxue replied indiscriminately, pretending that she didn't understand, and didn't dare to relax at all.

The two struggled with each other for a long time, twisting and twisting, Kawahara stomped on the spot angrily.

"What are you doing?"

She froze immediately.

Songxue looked up, Fumita Marui looked at them both in astonishment: "You guys are..."

Waltz?

"Wen Taijun!" Hearing his voice, Kawahara burst into tears, turned his head with red eye circles, and his disturbed hair fell down on his cheeks, very depressed, "You let her go quickly."

Marui didn't respond, and turned his gaze to Songxue.Then, he walked up, stretched out his hand to separate the two, and signaled Songxue to back away.

She immediately let go of her hand and jumped back. Fortunately, Kawahara just rubbed his eyes and complained to Marui: "My wrists are all red from being scratched..."

"There's a first-aid kit in the club room," Marui said, turning around and shouting, "Jack! Come here."

Student Jackal rushed to the scene, confused, Marui pointed at Kawahara, and simply explained: "Go and help her see her wrist."

The jackal led the sobbing Kawahara away.

The remaining two people stared at each other for a long time.

"I guess someone else would have passed by if it wasn't you." Songxue cleared her throat and said, "Otherwise she wouldn't be so overwhelmed and want to fight with me. Ouch, my hands hurt too."

She flicked her wrist exaggeratedly, frowned and looked at the back of her hand. She was scratched a few times by the other party's nails. There was no bleeding, but red marks were left.

"...You guessed it all, so what else."

Marui's eyes flicked over her arm, his voice was slightly jerky, and his face was not very good-looking: "Why are you running to the tennis club when you have nothing to do? You don't know how many people attribute Ayanokouji's death to you now? "

Songxue couldn't help laughing at him with a straight face while rubbing his wrists, and then said solemnly: "After all, we must respect other people's performances."

"..."

Marui still didn't say a word, she tilted her head and asked cautiously, "You didn't see it, did you?"

"That's not the point." He said impatiently, suddenly raised his head, frowning, "The training is over, don't say anything here, they will come out soon."

Songxue understood and nodded: "Then, shall I treat you to milk tea?"

Marui Bunta's face was also a little stiff.

"Why milk tea?"

"I'm sorry, that's what girls say among themselves."

"……what?"