Wang Wangzhi, Minister Xiaojing, please stand at attention

At 08:30 in the morning, the sunshine in London was just right, Yichen Yi got up early, asked about the status of the company on the Internet, and walked out of the room after making sure that nothing happened overnight, went downstairs to the second floor, and saw three The white wooden door in the middle of the room is not because he doesn't care about Hei Chuanyu and Setohama, but because Irie Yichen who understands them seems to understand a part of his own body. They are already doing morning exercises outside.

A symbolic knock on the door: He never expected her sister to get up at this time, let alone open the door for him. Irie Yichen pressed the doorknob and walked into the room. This room is almost the same as Irie Mijin's room in Japan. Same, 29-square-meter balcony, [-]-square-meter horizontal bed, and a two-meter round big bed—she said that even if she is alone, the big bed still feels safe. How could Jiang Yichen not know, she was just afraid Just rolled out of bed in the middle of the night.

"Get up, little scarf." Enter Jiang Yichen smiled helplessly, he had promised his mother to raise Weijin well.

"Ah... I told you that I can't eat anymore." Irie Mijin turned over and did the same action as before: clamping the quilt with her legs.

Entering Jiang Yichen smiled, he actually forgot to buy a pillow for Weijin, he made a mistake, but he also knew the blind spot of entering Jiang Weijin - she would never be able to sleep without something in her arms!

He removed the quilt all at once, Irie Mijin frowned first, and his immature legs in pajamas and shorts swept back and forth as if looking for something, then he opened his sleepy eyes dimly and saw Irie When Yichen leaned against the glass door leading to the balcony, her first reaction was: it's lunch time.

Of course, Irijiang Yichen knew what she was thinking, and put the phone in front of her. Immediately, Irijiang Weijin's face glowed blue.

"Eight forty...Jiang Yichen, you are going to die!"

The sun shines on the balcony on the second floor, and shines on the back of Jiang Yichen through the glass window, leaving a chic back on the light yellow wooden floor, which is extremely beautiful.

At nine o'clock, after Irie Mijin took a shower and Irie Yichen had breakfast, he saw Kurokawa Yu's face full of spring breeze and Setohama with a dark face coming back. Irie Yichen and Irie Mijin smiled at each other. His face was full of smiles——Kurokawa Yu and Setohama fought again, and Kurokawa Yu won.

The 22-year-old Irie Yichen and the six-year-old Irie Mijin are no strangers to these small wars that would break out without a source.

It was Comrade Setohama who proposed to go out for a stroll in the afternoon. He took Mijin Irie around London to get familiar with the environment. It would be better to have another PK with Yu Kurokawa, who had been separated from London for more than half a year.

Irie Yichen looked at Setohama's provocative eyes towards Kurokawa Yu, smiled, and looked down at his watch, "Okay, take care of the little scarf, I'm going to the company first."

After Yichen Iri left, Mijin Iri went upstairs and got dressed and was ready to go—the same white T-shirt, denim shorts and canvas shoes, the only changes were the pattern on the T-shirt, the color of the jeans and the color of the canvas shoes .

Hei Chuanyu hugged Irie Mijin so that she could sit on his neck. Irie Yichen's villa is in a famous villa area close to the center of London. Irie Yichen, who is capable but never forgets to enjoy, spent a lot of money at the beginning. It took a lot of relationships and manpower to settle down. Most of the prosperous buildings are in this generation, so they didn't drive.

Mijin Irie didn't have time to appreciate any scenery along the way, because Yu Kurokawa and Setohama went all the way to the joint tennis court. Mijin Irie looked at their intertwined eyes and didn't say anything.

What will be the result of speaking at this time?

①: Kurokawa Yu and Setohama yelled together, "Kids don't talk about adults."

②: Kurokawa Yu and Seto Hama glanced at her and ignored her.

So, she kept her mouth shut.

When they arrived at the street tennis court, Kurokawa Yu and Setohama put her on the casual seat outside the ice cream truck in the rest area next to the tennis court, so that they could see her all the time, after all, she was only six years old .

She ordered a cup of chocolate ice cream, and sat obediently on the chair. The refreshing blue and white striped parasol above her head cast a good shadow on her and blocked the sun.

It was only at this time that Irie Mijin had the opportunity to look at this street tennis court. It was very large and formal, and only ice cream was charged. Next to the court occupied by Kurokawa Yu and Setohama were several children who were about her age playing tennis.

Turning her eyes back to the court of Kurokawa Yu and Setohama, she looked at the two figures running in the tennis court, she curled her lips and grunted twice, and said that she could be seen there all the time, He played tennis without even glancing at her.

Hei likes the disputes with Setohama. If she has time, she must use tennis to resolve it. Even her brother Irie Yichen will play tennis in his free time, and all three of them play quite well. It seems that among the four iron buddies, she is the only one who can't play tennis.

"Hahaha, he is Japanese, he is too weak, I can see through your ball completely, idiot."

She was in a good mood when she was suddenly disturbed by this harsh and immature voice. Looking at the owner of the voice, it was a boy with slightly curly light brown hair. Behind him were two boys with the same hair color. It looked like a follower.

That was the court next to Kurokawa Yu and Setohama, and the two of them didn't notice the meanness in the next court because of the fierce competition.

Irie Mijin looked at those children, there was another boy opposite the three light brown boys.

Blonde hair color.

The court of the blond-haired boy is in the direction of Mijin Irie, but the boy's back is not facing her. He is kneeling on the tennis court with his waist bowed, and crystal drops are dripping from his lowered immature face. Sweat, dazzled by the sun, Weijin could see it.

As soon as the boy raised his head, Irie Mijin was stunned.

That is, Keigo Atobe.

Her body seemed uncontrollable, and she stood up reflexively. Through the barbed wire very close to her, she could see the stubbornness on the blond boy's face. Who would be willing to be ordinary?

She watched him stand up stubbornly, and put himself in the posture of playing tennis. The stubbornness in his eyes had turned into motivation to look for the opponent's weaknesses.Irie Mijin looked at his eyes and unconsciously became wet.

Weijin remembers that she saw Keigo Atobe's first image of him in the rose garden of Atobe House that day: one point of arrogance, nine points of extravagance.

Suddenly there was an urge to cry slowly spread in Irie Mijin's heart, and under the adversity that did not allow him to win, he polished his own stunt bit by bit, no matter what the people around him said, The only way for him to become stronger is to take this path, and he will use his own way to win the final crown.

And now, she has completely overturned the first image of Keigo Atobe.

Keigo Atobe, one part arrogant, nine parts extravagant, works very hard.