[Net King] Dominate the whole country

Same night

Li Haida was still immersed in the joy of the [-]-game winning streak in the Kanto Competition, and the student union hung a celebration poster for the first time and placed it in the most prominent position on the display board.When Yukimura passed by there every day, he always felt a little ashamed. Who let the fans make his bust sparkling and took up half of the page.

Everyone in the tennis team is beaming. Although the national competition is imminent, they can have a pleasant transition to the summer vacation before that, which is enough for them to be happy for another month.

Before the summer vacation, Yukimura still has to deal with a lot of business, the tennis court will be closed next week, and he has to find another venue for training after the summer vacation.At the end of the old semester, the expenses of this semester have to be settled, and the social expenses of the next semester have to be budgeted in advance and applied to the student union, although they have a powerful enough back door-the president of the student union, Yagyu.

Before the weekend, Liu Qing counted all the equipment, sorted out the form and handed it to Yukimura.

Yukimura nodded: "That's fine. I'll work overtime at night to get the budget for next semester ready, so I should be able to leave with peace of mind before the holiday."

"Is it okay? In fact, I'll do the budget. Don't you have to prepare your solo exhibition next week? I see that the propaganda department has posted the poster today." Under the strong request of Yukimura, the new poster was finally released. Instead of using his own photo, he selected a proud work from the exhibited works as the background of the picture.

"No problem, mom invites Xiao Jing to dinner at home at night, and he will come back on weekends to help me arrange the venue." Yukimura does not intend to make the small campus solo exhibition so earth-shattering, and the venue rented from the school is not too big. Handle.

"That's it." Liu raised the corner of his mouth, "Then I'm relieved."

In the new semester, taking into account the factors of the national competition, there are more equipment and basic supplies to be purchased than usual, and the application form is much richer than expected, so Yukimura has been sitting at home for a long time when he returned home.

"Welcome back." The younger sister opened the door with a bright smile, and standing behind the younger sister was Atobe, who was dressed casually in home clothes with his hands in his pockets.

Yukimura stroked his sister's hair, sent her upstairs to do her homework with a smile, and then walked up to Atobe: "I didn't expect this set of home clothes to be so suitable for you."

Atobe was slightly satisfied: "My grandpa's gorgeousness is enough to set off any clothes, not to mention this suit is really beautiful."

Yukimura's mother, who came out of the kitchen, just heard this, and looked at Yukimura pretending to be angry: "Do you have any opinions on the clothes I picked, Mom? Do you have bad eyesight?"

Yukimura hurriedly begged for mercy.

"How come, your vision is unparalleled in the world, otherwise, how could you choose such a handsome father, and then give birth to such excellent children?" Yukimura flattered and leaned on his mother affectionately.

Yukimura's mother just let go of her eldest son's little "slip of the tongue."

"Go take a shower and change clothes, dinner is almost ready." After hearing this, Yukimura winked at Atobe and hurried upstairs.

Opening the door, a set of gray-blue home clothes on the bed came into view, Yukimura blinked and looked back at Atobe.

"Auntie said that she saw a discount in the mall and bought two sets. We happened to be about the same height and shape, so she took the other set for me to wear." Atobe pointed to the brown-gray home clothes on his body, "It's very comfortable to wear. comfortable."

It's quite a face to let the young master speak a word of praise.Yukimura smiled as he thought about it, picked up his clothes and walked to the bathroom.

At dinner time, the usually deserted table suddenly became lively. There was only one more person, but the feeling was quite different.

"As soon as Brother Jingwu arrived at home, he felt that the house was much more lively." Harumi picked up a piece of fish and put it in the Atobe bowl, "The first piece of fish will be rewarded to the hero."

Yukimura wanted to stop his sister. After all, Atobe never shared food with others, but Atobe naturally picked up the fish and put it in his mouth to savor it carefully: "The fish is very fresh. Auntie's cooking is delicious."

The second time... Yukimura couldn't help counting silently in his heart, turning his head and scanning from top to bottom as if to distinguish whether this Atobe was someone else's disguise.Why is my mouth so talkative today as if it had been smeared with honey.

Just by looking at Yukimura's mother who couldn't close her mouth at all and the way she served dishes attentively, she could tell how much she liked Atobe.

Yukimura was still in a daze, but there was a large piece of fish in the bowl, subconsciously looking in the direction of the chopsticks...

"Hurry up and eat, don't think about anything else." Atobe withdrew his chopsticks, and continued to struggle with the rice in the bowl.

For some reason, Yukimura couldn't control the corners of his mouth from rising.

Before going to bed at night, Yukimura's mother knocked on her son's door worriedly: "Is it true that I don't need to clean up the guest room? Jingwu, can you and Jingshi squeeze a bed together?"

Atobe adjusted the two air-conditioning quilts on the bed, and said with a casual smile: "I slept with me in my home Jingshi before, there is nothing I can't get used to, anyway, it's only one night, there is no need to tidy up an extra room."

Yukimura's mother left in peace.

Yukimura sat on the bed and stared straight at Atobe skillfully spread out the two air-conditioning quilts, but Atobe worked safely under the sight that could burn a hole out of a person.

"Okay, you can sleep now." Atobe said, he got into the quilt first, and then looked at Yukimura who was still in a strange position, "What's the matter, are you still sleeping, Seichi?"

Yukimura gritted his teeth secretly, glared at Atobe who seemed nothing had happened, and immediately got under the covers.

Atobe smiled and turned off the bedside lamp.

The whole room was pitch black in an instant, and the well-functioning air conditioner in the summer night sent out gusts of cold wind, but left no sound.The atmosphere was so quiet that it made people restless. Yukimura turned over at first, but when he noticed that the breathing sound beside him became more even, he just dared to stiffen his body and stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, not feeling sleepy at all.

Obviously, he had the upper hand before, but he didn't expect Atobe to win back so quickly.Yukimura squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth secretly, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, but he didn't know how to deal with Atobe.

In the quiet room, only the sleepless Yukimura struggled with the ceiling. Suddenly, Atobe, who was sleeping next to him, turned over, still in a peaceful sleeping position, but his head rested firmly on Yukimura's shoulder, and his warm breath It fell on Yukimura's neck.

Yukimura froze for a moment, unable to move.

Darkness is the best protective color, a touch of red quietly climbed up Yukimura's ears, but no one noticed.

It was supposed to be a sleepless night, but Yukimura unknowingly fell asleep...

A good night's dream.

When Yukimura woke up on time with his good biological clock, the other half of the bed was no longer warm.After he got out of bed, changed and washed, it was only after seven o'clock.

As soon as I walked down the stairs, I smelled the aroma from the kitchen.

Yukimura sniffed: "Hey, is breakfast a cheese sandwich?" Sure enough, Yukimura's mother came out holding a sandwich.

"Breakfast is relatively simple." Yukimura's mother looked at Atobe, who was helping to serve hot milk, and said, "I still have oatmeal cookies made yesterday at home. I wonder if you will like them."

Atobe put down the tray: "Of course I like it."

Yukimura, who was standing on the stairs, couldn't help smiling when he heard the conversation between his mother and Atobe.

After breakfast, Yukimura and Atobe set off to the venue for the Rikkai Art Exhibition.

The student union originally wanted to lend the first floor of the larger art museum to Yukimura as an exhibition hall, but Yukimura only wanted a public art classroom on the top floor of less than [-] square meters.

"It's quieter here, and it's very close to my studio." Yukimura drew the curtains and opened the windows to let the room ventilate.This is an empty classroom, and no one has used it for a long time. Although students from the logistics department have helped plan it before, there is still some small dust.

"How do you plan to arrange the entire venue? The space here is not big, and you can see everything at a glance. It's really not the best place." Atobe looked around and felt that he couldn't start, but he believed that since Yukimura chose this place, he must have his own idea.

"It is because the space here is empty that I think it is the most suitable place. There is a skylight on the top for natural lighting, and it can create a very good atmosphere if it is well coordinated." Yukimura pretends to be mysterious.

Atobe was whetted by Yukimura, and he had already begun to look forward to it.

Yukimura's studio is on the first floor downstairs, and the paintings for the exhibition have already been packed and put together.

"This box is really big." Atobe was startled when he saw the box in front of him, "Could it be possible that you stuffed all the paintings together? I'm afraid it's so big that two people can move it."

Yukimura shook his head and pointed to a slightly smaller square box beside him: "Not all of them, the rest are all here."

After all, the two finally started to fight.Fortunately, the distance is not far, and the vertical height is only one floor. Although the size of the box looks scary, the actual weight is much lighter than imagined.

Moving the painting is the first step. Yukimura took out a somewhat scribbled manuscript from his bag, and Atobe glanced at something like the layout of the whole house. It seemed that Yukimura had really thought it through.

Yukimura, who had entered the state, did not talk much, and quickly cooperated with Atobe to alternately climb up the escalator and hang the crossbar on the roof. The crossbar is less than half a meter away from the ceiling, but it is a full three meters high from the ground.

Atobe watched Yukimura cut open the surprisingly large box, suddenly his eyes lit up, and a flash of light flashed in his brain, and he understood Yukimura's intentions.

What was contained in the big box was not a series of carefully framed paintings, but rolls of white cloth with colors showing through.

Yukimura spread the white cloth upwards and hung it firmly on the high-hanging crossbar, which just formed a layer of barrier. He climbed up the escalator to tie the corners, and the feeling of space in the whole studio changed instantly.

Atobe's eyes showed approval.What's even better is that these white cloths are not blank, but are also painted on.A few square windows were intentionally cut out of the white cloth, and Atobe didn't understand the mystery. It wasn't until Yukimura laid out the paintings that he suddenly realized that these paintings corresponded to the paper curtains one by one, and the square holes that were intentionally cut out actually formed a A unique visual window is created, creating a pattern of paintings within paintings.It looks so unique, it's amazing.

"I don't know if I'm lucky enough to be the first visitor of this painting exhibition, and the painter will personally guide me around?" Atobe glanced at the furnished studio, feeling a sense of pride in his heart.

"Of course." Yukimura was not reserved.

The two retreated to the exit and began to appreciate again.

"What's the theme of the exhibition?" Although Atobe didn't have outstanding talent in painting, his appreciation ability was first-rate, which was beyond the reach of others.

"Looking back." This series of paintings by Yukimura uses the eyes as the main material, and the center of the picture is naturally the eyes of different expressions and angles. Through this ingenious exhibition method, it not only brings unique visual experience to the viewers, but also makes The spirit of the painting rises to a new level.

Atobe looked at it very seriously, and later even forgot the existence of Yukimura.

Yukimura stood silently behind Atobe, watching his focused appearance, filled with inexplicable pride and relief in his heart.

"This is the best series I've seen you draw." Atobe, who had been immersed in the painting for a long time and could not extricate himself, finally spoke while taking advantage of the aftertaste. His eyes were so serious that no one could doubt it.

Yukimura couldn't help laughing: "You've only seen one of my art exhibitions, how can you make a conclusion easily..." Yukimura seemed to look into the distance through Atobe: "I won't stop here."

Atobe's eyes were extremely firm: "Of course, you won't stop here."

"I believe you!"

Atobe's words were so common, Yukimura lowered his head and rubbed his red ears gently.

For some reason, this sentence "I believe in you" is more lingering in my ears than ten sentences "I love you".

The author has something to say: Students below, let me hear your yelling! !

Hahaha.This chapter brought Atobe back. You were crying and yelling and didn’t confess before, isn’t it here?

What should come will come, preview of the next chapter: the confluence of plant groups!

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