Yokohama diva, sultry online

At present, the main election of the tennis club has basically been finalized, but as the minister, Keigo Atobe is very clear about the problems existing in the members of the tennis club, even if he praises the tennis club he leads to others.

If they participate in the competition in their current state, they will lose miserably.

"Feng, it seems that you have been slacking off a lot lately?" Taking into account the reactions of everyone present, Keigo Atobe smiled softly, giving people an unreasonable sense of oppression without blaming.

It's a chance to beat up the incompetent members. Anyway, only he knows Zhongyuan Zhongye's abnormal physical ability, isn't he?

"........."

Sensing the harsh tone of the minister, the candidates were all stunned.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyelids with awareness, feeling that he had become a tool man.Then his disinterest fell down, casting a small shadow on his face, his pupils were a little slack, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were staring straight at the ground, looking restless.

Atobe Keigo asked in a low voice, implying something, "You haven't learned it, have you?"

"Yeah, so what?" Nakahara Chuya brushed the broken hair on his forehead with his fingers, and pulled them all behind his head. His lowered eyes slowly lifted up, coupled with the gradually raised cheeks, revealing the inner beauty. Outwardly arrogant.

The beautiful face and unique temperament give people a visual impact. Among them, Keigo Atobe feels the most. A flash of surprise flashed in his dark purple eyes. As the only son of the Atobe family, he has seen many beauties , at various entertainment banquets.

But I have never seen Zhongye like this before, not only the superficial external skin, but also the inner strength.

"So you have to learn to swing the racket first."

"........."

"Atobe's cousin is really difficult to deal with. I feel like Yushi, you know him very well?" Xiang Hiyake touched his partner's waist with his elbow, and looked at the two people who were talking from a distance, scratching his heart. Lung urgency.

It should be that no consensus was reached, but his face became more and more ugly. Although he was usually heartless, his observation ability was surprisingly amazing.

With five fingers, he grasped the face and kept it in a good state all the time. Yushi Ninzu looked at the people who were looking at him, his glasses reflected a cold light, "He's just a middle schooler."

"The school is so big, where can I find it?" Akutagawa Jirou cried, his eyes widened and he became more energetic, and he scratched his orange curly hair helplessly, trying to win the last bit of leeway for himself.

Atobe Keigo was also inexplicably angry. One was the many problems exposed during the training of his own members, and the other was that his kindness to Zhongya Chuya was not accepted by the person concerned at all.

It was just a short while, and he was supposed to be practicing his swing... In a second, the red-haired boy who was supposed to be on the tennis court disappeared.

He tossed the ball in his palm high, and hit it towards the opposite side, the raised corner of his clothes exposed his small abdominal muscles, "It's your fault, go and get him back to me, if you can't find you Wait for the training volume to double!"

"...Ahhh, Minister!!" In the panic, he didn't even catch the ball and almost hit his forehead directly. Akutagawa Jirou stroked his chest.

"Ah?" Full of threats, Atobe Keigo grabbed the towel around his neck and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The sportswear that was tightly attached to his body outlined the boy's slender and slender figure, and handed the racket to Huadi Takahiro, who was standing beside him, touched the tear mole at the corner of his eye, "It should be around here."

There is still more than half an hour before the training is over, so I have to find the person quickly. Although there is a mobile phone, Keigo Atobe wants to teach Akutagawa a lesson, and he looks like he hasn't had enough sleep during the training time!

"Yes, yes, it's all your fault, go get him back quickly."

Akutagawa Jirou's face collapsed just after he regained his energy, his resentment towards the team members who fell into trouble has surfaced around him, and his body is full of "weak, pitiful, and helpless" aura, like an abandoned little animal.

Knowing that there was no room for change, he hugged the racket in his arms and rubbed his eyes in a daze, making people worry that he would trip over the steps soon.

Atobe Keigo had a headache.

Zhongya Nakahara lay bored on his side on the tree, which was very close to the tennis court, and he could clearly see the scene of Atobe and his team playing. He was leaning on the thick tree trunk, with his arms on his bent legs , the other leg drooped casually.

Covered by dense branches and leaves, students passing by could not see a person lying on the tree.He knew that his expression must be very bad now, even though the boy's words made him angry, but it was the memories in his mind that added fuel to the flames.

Thinking about it now, Zhong Yuanzhong can still remember the feeling of vomiting blood when he was so angry. In the end, he didn't see the video tape, and he didn't know if it really existed. That incident ended without a problem.He violently clenched his fist and thumped the innocent tree trunk, and a few leaves rustled down.

At that time, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't remember exactly what caused the conflict, it was nothing more than the unbeaten mackerel who offended him because of various unbeatable behaviors.

However, do you need a reason to beat Osamu Dazai?He nodded in empathy for himself, and Zhongyuan Zhong also ignored that he sometimes reflexively finds trouble when he doesn't like mackerel, because Sister Hongye has gently reminded him of these things several times.

But dare next time.He beat Dazai Osamu completely because of popular expectations and to eliminate harm for the people. The Goddess of Justice is on his side!

It's so peaceful here, to the point of being boring, and I don't know what's going on in Yokohama? Mafia does not have him, and does not know whether Osamu Dazai will be beaten by those who hate him to the bone.

Intellectually, this would not happen. There are other powerful people with superpowers in the port of Mafia, and that extremely cunning person will definitely not let himself fall to this point.

The sudden upsurge of emotion made Nakahara Zhongya stunned for a moment, followed by a depression welling up from the depths of his heart.He was silent for a while, turned his face slightly, his eyes followed the racquets coming and going in the tennis court, his facial features were full of suspicion, "Is it really so fun?"

He then watched with a blank face as the sheep-like teenager was chased off the tennis court.

Although I don't take it to heart, it is not so easy to extinguish the fire in the Central Plains.Through the tiny gaps, he looked at the orange-haired boy walking towards him, obviously looking for him.

Zhong Yuanzhong also curled his lips, and he was quite conscious of his current identity - an escapee member of the tennis club.Keigo Atobe, a flamboyant madman, attaches so much importance to his tennis club, he will definitely not let him go so easily.

"Chuya-kun, where are you..." Akutagawa Jirou's face was a little sluggish, he was thrown out of the tennis court by Huadi's back collar, and his face as a senior was once again seen by many junior students. Swept the floor in front of him.

Akutagawa Jiro looked at the forked road in front of him in bewilderment, feeling that life had opened up a difficult mode for him.He stood there thinking, which day will be the road to the Central Plains.

Zhongyuan Zhong also propped up his cheeks and looked down at the young man below, his slightly long ochre-colored hair was lazily piled on his shoulders, a little curious about where he would go.Because no matter where you go, you can't find him.

The young man clenched his chin, distress was visible between his brows and eyes, and then he took a tentative step, and finally he couldn't hold back and closed his eyes, his body swayed out of shape.

Nakahara Chuya: Damn!

Jiro Akutagawa felt a heavy drowsiness sweep over him. He tried hard to resist for a second before being completely captured. With his eyes closed, his body spontaneously pushed aside the ornamental plants next to him, and came to the shady and comfortable place with shade. On the grass, lie down and fall asleep, all in one go.

Nakahara also exhaled a turbid breath, and almost jumped down to let Akutagawa Jirou know the dangers of society. He sat up straight, his blue eyes fixed on the sleeping boy, and this angle made him seem to have an incomparable sense of distance.

He jumped down, and when he landed on the ground at a distance of more than two meters, he didn't make much noise, like a nimble cat, just landed beside Akutagawa Jirou.

The breeze blows the leaves and makes a rustling sound, which is an extremely healing sound. The orange-haired boy lay on his side and closed his eyes without knowing it, and he still hugged the racket tightly in his arms.

Zhongyuan Zhong also sat down on the grass, put his hands behind his back and looked up at the blue sky. He always did whatever he wanted. The orange-haired boy next to him snored lightly, and there was a faint scent of milk lingering in his mouth. In the nasal cavity.

Shaking his head in disgust, Zhong Yuanzhong also tried to lie flat on the grass with his arms under his pillow, thinking that a child is a child, and the smell of milk has not yet dissipated.

Keigo Atobe saw this scene when he brought Huadi to find him.

The ochre-haired boy spread his hands flat on the grass, his mouth slightly opened to exhale, and the tip of his nose was blowing sleep bubbles, his usual sharpest ice blue eyes were hidden, his pink cheeks looked like a A high school student who didn't grow up.

A child in an unexpected sleeping position.

The orange-haired boy was also lying on his side, with his cheek facing Zhongyuan Zhongye. At some point, he grabbed the corner of the red-haired boy's clothes in his hands, and a few leaves were stuck to his fluffy hair.

A little dissatisfaction in Keigo Atobe's heart suddenly dissipated. He touched his tall nose bridge, a little discouraged, and felt that it was really strange that he was angry with someone younger than himself. ,,URL,...: