Yokohama diva, sultry online

Nakahara also knew that Dazai Osamu deliberately made his words so disgusting. The first thing that flashed in his mind was Keigo Atobe's radiant face. He pursed his lips, "You don't need to remind me, I have my own sense of proportion."

Osamu Dazai was a little irritable, he seemed to have inadvertently peeked into some deeply hidden secrets, which happened to be something he had never dabbled in before, and a layer of frost gradually formed in his eyes.

As if implying something, and as if he wanted to deliberately leave a mark on Chuya Chuya's heart, Dazai Osamu's words sounded a bit creepy, "After all, there is nothing more important than the port Mafia .”

His eyes were far-reaching, as if he wanted to explore some unknown mysteries through the invisible space, "If I guessed correctly, you can connect to Yokohama through some 'medium', you can pay more attention. "

Osamu Dazai began to panic, a terrifying idea appeared in his mind, it was not clear when it first appeared, but now it has evolved into an unforgettable one.

Some kind of "medium"?

Nakahara Chuya actually had such a concept in his heart. He had analyzed it before contacting Dazai. Since it is feasible to come here, it means that it is feasible to go back, but the necessary "medium" is missing.

When he first realized that there is no such thing as "supernatural power", he searched for information on the Internet and found nothing. If he asked others rashly, he would either be regarded as a neuropathy or attract unnecessary attention.

Zhongyuan Zhong also had no clue, so he could only go to Yokohama, where the original incident happened, many times alone. This was the only way he could think of before.

However, fortunately, it was connected.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked serious in an instant. Although no one saw it, he still nodded seriously, "I will pay more attention."

You still have to find some useful channels to inquire about news.

"Atobe, do you have any special wishes that you want to fulfill? For example, you want someone to disappear? Or is there any trouble in your company?"

It is also rare for Zhong Yuanzhong to "obediently" wait until the end of the tennis club's training, instead of disappearing from the beginning, as if asking inadvertently.

He first listed two at random. At the beginning, he also thought about such a question, and knew in his heart that it was impossible for Keigo Atobe to answer, but he still hoped that the answer he got was related to this aspect.

It's not that his methods are cruel. It's a matter of teaching others a lesson, and it's also a way to scare people so that they don't dare to show up.

The boy has a white shirt on his upper body and black slacks on his lower body, with his hands in his pockets, his tall and straight figure, his lazy expression, and his bright ochre-colored hair gradually floating in the breeze. No matter how he looks, he looks like a good boy, but his mouth The words that spit out are so unsatisfactory...

What are these tiger-wolf words that violate |laws|crimes?What does it mean to want someone to disappear?The trace department doesn't understand.

Atobe Keigo's eyelids twitched, refusing to think of some unglamorous things, his eyes sharpened suddenly, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, and his tone implied a faint warning, "I don't need you to worry about it." It's nothing but nothing you said."

Nakahara also leaned against the fence and stared at Keigo Atobe. His purple-gray hair stuck to his cheeks due to the sweat flowing down, and he was still panting lightly in his nasal cavity. It was obvious that he was in a very good mood after playing basketball heartily. good.

"If you want to talk about my uncle's wish... of course it is to lead the tennis club to become the champion of the national competition." Keigo Atobe unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big sip of water. Usually at this time he doesn't pay so much attention to the gorgeous posture.

This is probably not the first time Nakahara Chuya has seen such a dazzling Atobe Keigo. When he said this, his expression was full of confidence. Feeling a rush of light, he calmly glanced at the supervisor who turned his gaze away.

Oh hoo, can't help much.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed deeply. During the time he was paddling in the tennis club, he could see how hard every candidate worked, the champion of the national competition... this kind of thing can only depend on them yourself?

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't give up, he walked out a few steps with both feet, and the aura was also unknowingly mixed with a sense of oppression. At this moment, he just wanted to know a clear answer, "Is there anything else that is similar to me? The kind you mentioned?"

"How does my uncle think you..." It seemed as if he was explaining the funeral.

Atobe Keigo squinted his eyes, he slowly folded his arms, and stared at Nakahara Chuya closely with eyes between blue and purple, earnestly It seems that he wants to see his heart through his appearance.

His brows frowned involuntarily, and Keigo Atobe could feel Nakahara Chuya's stubbornness, "I just have one wish at the moment... this is not a wish, anyway, I will never take anything that is not gorgeous to heart. .

You don't need to distinguish carefully to know that the words of the gorgeous young man are not mixed with any water. Zhongyuan Zhong also scratched his hair irritably, and his unrestrained red hair was even more flamboyant. He wanted to pay back some favors before devoting himself to scouting for news.

But things like repaying debts of love are really... rare.

Atobe Keigo read a lot of emotions in Nakahara Nakaya's blue eyes. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, but out of the corner of his eye he gave the tennis court training crowd a glance, then touched his chin, the corners of his lips twitched With a meaningful smile, "If you really want to say a wish... there is one."

For some reason, Nakahara Chuya saw a very unglamorous malicious intention from Atobe Keigo's expression at this moment, and a bad premonition slowly rose in his heart.

"...Is this the wish you said?" Nakahara Chuya held a brand new sportswear and a brand new tennis racket in his hand, looking at the street tennis court by the roadside, his tone revealed a bit of danger.

Just now, he, Atobe, and Huadi walked out of the tennis club under the watchful eyes of everyone. Although it is not a necessary training time, it is an extra training exclusively for the candidates.

Of course, Zhong Yuanzhong is not the main candidate, he is just a spectator on the sidelines.

"Yes, you can change your clothes first." Before leaving, Keigo Atobe took out spare sportswear and rackets from the tennis club's locker room, and brought Nakahara Nakaya to this relatively lively street tennis court .

This kind of street tennis court usually has a place to change clothes, because he was worried that Nakahara Chuya knew that he would disagree, or that he would definitely not agree. Keigo Atobe stared at the dissatisfaction on Nakahara Chuya's face, so he was hiding Looking at the clothes and racket he let Huadi secretly take.

Keigo Atobe also had a whim, and as the game approached, he could more and more see the serious problems hidden in the main selection of the Hyotei Tennis Club.

Arrogant, arrogant, to the point of belittling their opponents, they don't know that those who can become the main players to participate in the competition have experienced day-to-day training just like them, and every opponent is worthy of going all out.

Keigo Atobe has a headache, how to make these self-righteous players realize their problems deeply, instead of staying in the tennis club to cause more troubles, it is better to come out to relax, and explore whether the red-haired boy is a man-made talent.

After all, Keigo Atobe has rarely seen people of this age group have such great physical fitness.

"You don't want me to play, do you?" Zhongya Nakahara twisted his wrist, and got the answer from Keigo Atobe's silence. He looked at the racket made of good material in his hand again, "There is no love for this kind of thing." It's hard to fight, okay?"

What the hell kind of wish is this?

He didn't say he couldn't play, but he directly said that it was difficult to play tennis. Although he hadn't tried tennis before, he probably knew the rules during this time. As for playing... just catch it with a racket and hit it back. ?

Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed the racket with his fingertips, he picked up his clothes and put them on his shoulders, his jaw was slightly raised, and he spoke with some meaning, "Wait for me a while, you will blame yourself for not playing well."

"........."

Feeling that something was wrong, Keigo Atobe was silent for a moment, touched the tear mole at the corner of his eye, and snapped his fingers very crisply, "Go, Huadi, let's go and have a look first."

The tall and dull boy had a steady voice, and he followed Keigo Atobe without taking a step, "Yes!"

"Let go of me, you self-righteous bastard!"

The girl in casual clothes was grasped by a handsome boy with short chestnut hair, her sweet and lovely face was filled with anger that could not be concealed, and her big bright eyes were also ignited. flames.

"Didn't you say you date me if you beat everyone here?"

No matter how good-looking he is, it can't offset this kind of bad behavior, not to mention that there is Huadi standing next to him like a bodyguard. Zhongyuan saw this scene when he came out with the bag containing his clothes. There is a trace of complexity and subtlety in her expression and mood.

Which show was this staged in?

He should have only left for half an hour, Zhong Yuan looked at the time blankly, because it took him a while to find a place to change clothes, so it took much longer than he expected.

But this is only for a while, right?

The girl is still resisting, every movement is full of reluctance, and there are many people around, but they all look out of breath, dare not be angry at the scene of "bullying men and women" in front of them Word.

Nakahara also suspected that what he saw was fake, he blinked, and there was only one question in his mind-would Keigo Atobe do such an unglamorous thing?

Atobe Keigo didn't expect Nakahara Chu to change his clothes so soon and come back. He let go of his hand, and the mood that he wanted to continue provoking disappeared in an instant, and he touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment.

"So you like this one?"