[Net King] The king's elegance

Yukimura sat in the study, staring at the physical examination report in front of him. No matter how tactfully the doctor wrote it, the word "need to reexamine" was still conspicuous. Yukimura didn't think there was any serious problem with his body. When he was a child, he often had colds and fevers. The type is sub-healthy at most, he sighed, he is not a person who avoids diseases and avoids medical treatment, he always has to find a time to go for a re-examination.

This year's Umihara Festival is a big event for the tennis club. As early as the summer vacation, Liu asked everyone to propose various plans, and finally decided to hold a deduction simulation shop, with a taste of a deacon cafe. Gong Ri was assigned to attract customers The publicity team, the little black vest looks good on the body, and a full set of formal black suits just weaken Gong Ri's childishness by three points.

However, Sanada is the strangest person wearing this outfit. It’s not that it’s not good-looking. Looking at the back, he is definitely a perfect deacon who is tall and straight, but when he walks to the front and matches Sanada’s expression, it doesn’t look like serving the people. The teaching director invites you to drink tea, which is a sight to behold.

The little vest was on Sanada's body, and there was a faint feeling that his shirt was about to burst. Miyahi quietly commented: "This is the first time I have discovered that Sanada's chest muscles are so impressive."

Yagyu's eyes were strange and he said, "Miyahi-kun's focus of observation is always so peculiar, but I don't think Sanada-kun is suitable for eight-toothed smiles."

Of course not, Gong Ri looked at every boy and girl who walked into the store with a strange expression, and was made cautious by the door god-like Sanada standing at the door. He patted Sanada on the shoulder and said: "The expression should be softer. , you are a deacon, not a samurai, and what you have in your hand is a towel, not a sword. You don’t have to smile, but don’t tense up. The subwoofer is obviously very nice, and it has a sense of abstinence, understand? Just like Yagyu-kun.”

Forget it, Old Antique doesn't know how to understand it, so let's take it as the specialty of the tennis club, maybe there are people who like this type, Miyahi thought to himself.

Liusheng is well adapted to the status of a deacon. It should be said that he is the abstinence type himself, very serious and dedicated, and Nioh specially helped him put on gold-rimmed glasses. Luckily, Liusheng is a teenager. How old is he, an absolute representative of the gentle and soft type.

"Where is King Ni? Didn't he and Sanada stand together to receive guests at the door?" Liu, who had arranged Kirihara, walked in and inspected.

Just changed a rose for a little girl, the fox who was sought after by the girls struggled to get away and said: "I will change with you as a staff officer. I am still suitable as a partner, a waiter, and you and Sanada stand together for things like appearances." It's more harmonious."

"Welcome everyone to visit the Deacon Cafe of the Tennis Club, thank you all." Gong Ri handed out leaflets while maintaining a perfect smile that showed his teeth, and his face was about to freeze.

After finally returning to the store to drink tea, I saw Yukimura sitting alone in the corner by the window, holding his chin and not knowing what he was looking at. From a distance, it looked like a static portrait. The black and white suit on Yukimura’s body directly stood out. His extravagant side, blurred eyes add to the temperament of a melancholy young man.

Miyahito asked Marui who was busy behind the bar, "Has Yukimura been sitting here all this time?"

Marui was pulling flowers for Coco, and he didn't raise his head when he heard this, "It's about right, I'll come back after going out for a while, but Yukimura has a performance in the afternoon, and it's normal to rest in the morning, so you just bring this cup of hot chocolate to the minister. "

Gong Ri looked at the paper cup filled with boiled water in his hand, and then at the rich hot cocoa in the exquisite coffee cup. Sure enough, there was a huge gap between people. Yukimura fills his stomach.

"Yukimura, you are too lazy. I have finished handing out a hundred leaflets. This is a freshly baked cake. It is made by Mrs. Wen and is guaranteed to be delicious." Gong Ri sighed as he tasted his own.

Yukimura just took a sip of the hot cocoa, looked at the little hamster-like Gonghiri with a smile in his eyes, and said, "If our coffee shop competes for performance, Mingxuan must be the top three."

Gong Ri quickly finished the cake, took a sip of water contentedly, and asked, "I just saw the promotional poster of your stage play in the gymnasium. Isn't it a youth play? How did it become a historical play?"

Talking about this Yukimura is also very helpless: "It was supposed to be a supporting role in a youth drama, but I didn't expect the director to be a schoolgirl I knew, and I didn't know what TV series I watched, so I insisted on changing the script and making a big show. "

The fact is that Yukimura can't hold back the senior sister in the third grade. After all, he owed that senior sister a favor in the chemistry experiment assessment last year.

Gong Ri is really looking forward to it: "I heard that the stage play in the afternoon is a big production. It has gathered drama clubs, art clubs, music clubs, script clubs, etc. It is the work of the third-year seniors and seniors. It is still about history. Yukimura must have acted well in the story of the famous character, Oda Nobunaga, but it’s a pity that he didn’t use the violin part, otherwise I would have been able to participate.”

Yukimura didn't say that there was a hot spot in this drama that made him almost quit directly. In the end, he reluctantly agreed under the premise of various persuasion and requests from the senior sister and the instructor to change the script.

It should be said that everyone in the tennis club deserves to be a half-time figure. For example, even though Yukimura is just sitting here, still exuding an aura that strangers should not get close to, there are still many girls who deliberately go around, just to take a look at today's cos melancholy little girl The prince's minister then held his best friend's hand and left screaming in a low voice.

Looking at the bar, the scene is as hot as the Internet celebrity dessert shop in the previous life, Marui was almost drowned in all kinds of 'kawaii', 'Si Guoyi' rainbow farts, Marui shouted at the top of his throat: " The last twenty cakes will be sold out."

Although the mock shop is only open until [-] pm, chef Marui has to rush to attend the cooking conference, so he can only teach the novice Miyahito how to make simple drinks. As for the demanding dessert meals, he is helpless.

After finally being so busy that the store closed in the afternoon, Gong Ri was lying on the table with sore body, opposite Liu who was doing the calculation: "How much money can our tennis club make this time?"

Liu wrote down the last number, sorted out the ticket and said: "It is three times that of last year, enough for us to add some equipment and equipment, and the cost of accommodation next year can also be supported."

"My hard work is not in vain, Bunta! How is your game?" Gong Ri asked Marui when he saw Marui walking in with two boxes of things at the door.

"Of course I'm the No. 1 genius. This is afternoon tea for you guys. Hey, where's Yukimura?" Marui searched around but didn't see the minister.

Nioh unceremoniously picked a piece in the middle, and replied: "Minister is going to prepare a stage play, and the performance is about to be performed in an hour. It's just in time for us to rush over after eating, puri."

Taking the coffee from Kirihara's hand, Gong Ri stuffed the child with a can of strawberry milk, and said, "What kind of coffee do you drink at such a young age, you won't be afraid that you won't be able to sleep at night."

Seeing Kirihara drinking the strawberry-flavored milk in his hand with distaste, and only smelling the coffee in the Yagyu cup next to him to satisfy his hunger, Miyahi said with satisfaction: "Yukimura's stage play premiered, and I don't know that the drama society will not have a video, we Can I bring my own VCR?"

"The student union approved the video recording." Sanada stood up and quickly cleaned up the table: "First restore the social office to its original state, everyone act quickly, act now!"

Because Yukimura is the leading actor, the main players of the tennis club were arranged in good seats. There were still 10 minutes before the show, and the auditorium was already full of people. Even the principal and teacher came to watch. Miyahi lowered his voice and said, Liudao beside him: "Such a big battle? Was it like this last year?"

Liu Dao: "Last year, the drama club was the sole contractor. This year is quite special. This time, the stage play is the project with the most funding approved by the student union."

"It's started, it's started!" Kirihara leaned forward in excitement as he sat on the seat.

Sanada firmly held down the restless child: "Be quiet, this is a stage play, not a concert, and the video will be recorded in the auditorium. Don't lose face to the tennis club."

Wearing heavy clothes on his body, Yukimura exhaled, but he couldn't make big movements and excessive expressions, so as not to ruin the makeup on his face.

The Japanese style music sounded, Yukimura breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the curtain with the hem of the skirt, the Hannya mask blocked his face, his dark blue soft hair was tied up, revealing his slender neck, Yukimura didn't hate wearing women's clothes, but he also Not enthusiastic, and finally compromised into a model of showing the back with a mask.

What Yukimura doesn't know is that this kind of picture with only the back view is more imaginative than the frontal appearance, and the looming stage performance, on the contrary, shows the temperament of women's clothing at a glance.

The crowd was already chatting quietly, guessing who the beauty who only showed her back was, but Miyahi was stunned the moment Yukimura came out, and he could tell at a glance that it was Yukimura himself, so this is the scene The biggest hit of the show? !

"I originally chose the story of Oda Nobunaga going to a banquet in women's clothes and going to a war in men's clothes. I didn't expect Jingichi to agree to such a dress." Liu also couldn't believe it.

As a frequent guest of stage plays, Yagyu commented objectively: "As expected of Mr. Yukimura, even if it is a performance, he is so handy, not inferior to the members of the drama club."

Kirihara, who hadn't understood what was going on, asked cutely: "The minister is the protagonist, why hasn't he come out yet?"

Everyone unanimously chose not to explain it to the elementary school brother. After all, Yukimura has an extremely tall image in Kirihara's heart, and it should be able to restore his image when the men's clothing performance is performed later.

It is said that it is women's clothing, but in fact it is only a short opening of 3 minutes. The third-year senior sister who was staying at the waiting side quickly helped Yukimura remove her hairstyle and put on the armor, while regretting: "The beautiful women's clothing was only worn for 3 minutes. , What a pity, what a pity."

Yukimura took the sword, and the aura around him rose steadily, completely performing the aura of a general who is about to go to the battlefield. Obviously the prop is a fake knife, and every time he swings it, he can bring out the sound of piercing the air.

"Did you practice kendo with Sanada? The movements are so standard." Miyahi sighed.

When the performance reached the scene where Oda Nobunaga died in the fire, even though he knew it was fake, many people in the audience were infected by the plot, and even Kirihara, who was incomprehensible, was immersed in it: "So Oda Did Nobunaga not be resurrected in the end? Is this a failure story?"

Liu gave popular science and said: "This is history, not the comics you read. The change of Honnoji Temple is a betrayal and a pity." Turning around and seeing Kirihara's confused eyes, Liu choked: "In short, Jingshi performed very well. Bring out the essence of this period of history.”

Kirihara still understands the compliment: "Of course the minister is the most powerful."

At the end of the performance, there was continuous applause from the audience. Miyahi wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "It is indeed a performance that can spread the history of Lihai University. The women's and men's clothing are so suitable. Only Yukimura can do it."

"My data tells me that if you praise Jingshi's women's clothing in person, only 0.1% of him will be happy." Liu said.

Everyone is human, and no one would be so blank. As for Kirihara, the child has not yet seen that the back of the child is Yukimura himself, and he thought it was a substitute for a senior.

Yukimura, who had removed his make-up, was surrounded by his own members as soon as he walked out of the auditorium. He said with a smile, "What are you doing? How is the coffee shop doing in the afternoon?"

"Minister, Minister, how does it feel to be the leading actor? Isn't it very exciting? Is that knife heavy?" Kirihara had a hundred thousand reasons when he came up.

Yukimura was a little surprised that women's clothing was not mentioned by everyone. He had already thought about how to deal with it, but now everyone seems to be very good: "Chi also wants to know, how about letting you be the leading role next year? This time I have paid so much for the drama club." Many, they promised me that next year Haiyuan Festival will be at my service."

A sea original festival, Yukimura once again became a big man in Lihai. This time, not only the middle school, but even the high school and university began to know such a junior, not to mention the president of the drama club who caught Yukimura's acting talent at a glance. , squatting outside the tennis court every day, trying to abduct Yukimura from the road of professional tennis to become an actor.

After Yukimura refused again in a strong tone, seeing the tearful eyes of the senior, he sighed and said, "I will also participate in the production of the stage play for the Unabara Festival next year, please don't make things difficult for me, senior." It was a performance, and Yukimura, who played a word game, finally sent the other party away.

The maple leaves gradually dyed the streets red. As soon as Gong Ri entered the classroom, the class monitor stuffed a form: "The overseas training session will start in early October. Mr. Gong Ri has chosen the location and handed it in as soon as possible."

"Has Yukimura decided where he wants to go? It can't be France again." Miyahi didn't rush to choose, subconsciously paying attention to Yukimura's movements.

Yukimura said: "A few days ago, I discussed with Sanada and Yanagi and planned to go to China together. Didn't Mingxuan really want to go last year, do you want to go together?"

"Of course it's best to be with everyone. I have learned Chinese for a long time. It will come in handy now. I can ask Mrs. Wen for their opinions. It would be better if everyone from the tennis club goes together." Said to learn Chinese, In fact, he speaks more fluently than Japanese.

What is China like in this world? Gong Ri only searched on the Internet before. For him, this training session is more like going home. He solemnly filled in the destination on the paper. Gong Ri tilted his head In a trance, maybe he can go back to the city where he used to live.