Yokohama diva, sultry online

"I made an appointment with Tezuka to go to the bookstore to buy books, and we happened to pass by here." Fujisuke put the book in his hand on his chest, with an enigmatic smile on Junxiu's face from beginning to end, he took a picture Clapping, "I didn't expect to watch a very exciting game."

Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed that the young man was oblivious to his observations. He seemed to squint his eyes without any offensive power, but there was a faint overwhelming aura in his eyes. Just now, Zhong Yuan Zhong also focused on the tennis ball. It was found that there were more people gathered around.

And there is a very familiar person.

"...Senior Fuji, don't say any more." Momoshiro Takeshi's ears were blushing, with a very ashamed expression. He himself felt that this match was really embarrassing, but two people were completely suppressed by one person Living.

It was rumored that he would be laughed to death, and that he had lost Qingxue's face so much, he would definitely be severely punished when he returned.

Takeshi Momoshiro looked at the minister of tea hair who put a lot of pressure on him just by standing there, his handsome face was expressionless, the surrounding temperature dropped by one degree strangely in the hot summer.

"Taocheng, you are too slack!" The eyes of the brown-black Danfeng who combed the hair to the right were clear, and Tezuka Kunimitsu lowered his arms that were originally hugging his chest, and he kept his eyes on the brown-haired boy next to him. body for a moment.

Taocheng became even more decadent, he stroked the back of his head.

Nakahara didn't continue to approach, but he held the racket casually and walked behind Keigo Atobe. He rejected the towel handed over by Huadi, because in fact he basically didn't sweat, and this level of exercise was too much for him. Not even a warm-up.

"You played pretty well." Atobe was not stingy with his praise. After all, he really knew how Nakahara Nakaya paddled in the tennis club. As a rookie, his performance in this match was indeed far beyond his abilities. imagine.

However, this was not approved by Chuya Nakahara. He clicked his tongue again, and then sat down on a chair regardless of others, obviously still taking the mistake of the last ball to heart.

After the competition just now, everyone's eyes were always on Nakahara Nakaya. There was a touch of impatience in the beautiful eyes of the red-haired boy. He sat on a chair and inadvertently spread his legs. A vague outline emerges on the lower abdomen.

The performance that does not match the exquisite appearance at all is beyond people's expectations, and people can't help but want to explore more other unusual places.

"Senior is still far behind!" There was a bit of ridicule in the amber cat's eyes. Echizen Ryoma took a sip of the grape-flavored ponta in his hand, pressed his hat as if he didn't want to take another look, but the meaning expressed in his voice was flat. arrogance.

It was only then that Zhongyuanzhong noticed that there was a short boy behind the crowd. Just now he could only see the top of a dark green head, but now that he could see clearly, Zhongyuanzhong could also notice his arrogance. His rebelliousness was fully reflected in him.

If I had to say it, Nakahara Zhongya had the best impression of this boy among all the strangers present, just because of his eye-catching height.

This person is not bad, even shorter than him.

"Echizen, you don't know how to respect seniors." It was already embarrassing enough, but he was laughed at by his teammates in front of so many people he knew. Takeshi Momoshiro's nose was almost crooked, and he wanted to fix it right away A disobedient junior.

"Peach City!" Tezuka Kunimitsu stopped the once out-of-control scene, his calm eyes gradually became stern, and he glanced coldly at the two people who had already hugged each other with fists.

Seeing that the temperature dropped a few more degrees, in order to avoid someone from being frozen to death in the summer, Bu Erzhou started to shift to topics that he was more interested in. His voice was gentle and full of exclamation, "I didn't expect Xiaojing There’s still this side in private.”

The young man's light green stand-up collar stands on his neck. It is obviously a very fresh color. Coupled with his weak and slender figure and his curved eyebrows, he will never remind people of words like "terrible and difficult". ,but……

"Don't use such an unglamorous name for me." Almost at the moment when the words fell, Keigo Atobe reflexively said the sentence he had repeated many times, and his face was very stiff.

Atobe Keigo knew very well the horror of Fuer Zhou helping this person, he just felt that the smiling person in front of him was full of ill intentions towards him, not to mention that this guy knew about the dark history just now.

Fuji Zhouzhu listened carefully, and then blurted out, "Okay, Xiaojing."

"........."

Zhong Yuanzhong also wanted to laugh, Atobe seemed to have nothing to do with the chestnut-haired boy, he was immediately speechless, and even the most basic smile was distorted for a moment just now.

Even though they are wearing the uniforms of different schools, and they have an opposing relationship in the arena, the relationship between them is so skillful. This is a very balanced relationship between friends and foes.

Nakahara also suddenly felt that the relationship between him and mackerel was probably similar to this, but he discarded a large part of the friend and replaced it with a better relationship between subordinates and subordinates. Because he had never figured out Dazai Osamu's thoughts, so for My friend scoffed at this statement.

The ochre-haired boy was obviously caught in some kind of memory, his bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, making him look empty, and his expression became cold unconsciously.

It must be some bad memory, so the breath of the whole person has changed obviously, and Zhou Zhuo is still smiling, but the smile has become less real.

is what happened?

Keigo Atobe straightened his expression. He looked at the head of Seigaku who had always been regarded as a strong enemy in front of him, raised his chin high, and returned to the posture of the ice emperor, "Tezuka, you still have to be with me It's the same as before!"

"You too." Tezuka Kunimitsu didn't take Atobe's provocations to heart, or he never took anyone's provocations to heart. He looked Nakahara Chuya up and down, convinced that he looked very healthy, The icy temperament finally loosened a bit.

Atobe Keigo choked for a moment. He knew that Tezuka Kunimitsu should have just answered politely, but his opponent had indeed seen his unglamorous appearance just now. If it was someone else, he probably thought that "you too" Sarcastic him.

Don't take Tezuka Kunimitsu's words to heart, after all, he is an upright person.

"By the way, Xiaojing, is this a new member of your tennis club? It's pretty good!"

Fuji Zhousuke led the topic to Nakahara Chuya, mainly because he watched the boy with red hair standing there alone, his expression changed from entangled to disgusted for a while, and he didn't participate in them, which made people can't help thinking to care.

When everyone's eyes were on him, Nakahara Chuya lazily raised his eyelids. He raised his fingers and moved the position of the choker on his neck, not intending to answer other people's questions.

"It's not a team member, it's my uncle's cousin, called Nakahara Chuya." Atobe Keigo glanced at the bored client, his ocher hair was a little messy due to exercise, and he briefly introduced the identity of the boy to everyone.

He sighed in his heart, feeling sorry for Zhong Yuanzhong's refusal to play tennis seriously, but he didn't show anything on the surface, because everyone has their own choice.

After hearing this, people including Tezuka Kunimitsu inevitably showed surprise on their faces. It is true that the temperaments of the two are really very different. If they hadn't seen them together with their own eyes, they would have been related at all. Not together.

Atobe narrowed his eyes dangerously, "What's not a gorgeous expression, can't I have a cousin? Ah?"

"I'm just surprised that Mr. Zhongyuan is not a member of the tennis club." Fuji said haha.

After straightening the corners of his clothes, Keigo Atobe glanced at the time, his expression changed a bit, then he stood up straight and waved his hands smartly with his back facing him as farewell.

"I have something else to do, so I won't chat with you."

Nakahara Nakaya had already turned around and took a step, but he still turned his head and looked at Echizen Ryoma, and then hooked his lips, "You are very good, keep it up."

Echizen Ryoma: What?

Even Echizen Ryoma, who has always been indifferent to things other than tennis, was stunned by such a sudden compliment. He had rarely heard someone older than him praise him so bluntly. As for the reaction, the tip of the ear had already climbed red uncontrollably.

"...It's still far away!"

Fuji Shusuke couldn't help but "puchi", he seemed to understand Nakahara Chuya's brain circuit clearly, as a person whose height was not satisfactory, he was happy to see Echizen Ryoma who was shorter than him in the tennis club Yes, not to mention that the rookie is also very strong.

As for "keep it up"...it can only be said to be a vicious curse on height, it's really interesting, Fuji Shusuke's bad taste can't help but overflow.

He still couldn't help laughing, his eyes narrowed like a bear holding a honey pot, "It's so interesting."

People who don't understand what's interesting: "..." Fuer laughed really terribly, and always felt that there was a sinister feeling on his body.

Tezuka Kunimitsu pushed the frameless eyes, and walked away a few steps calmly. The last person who was said so was miserably cheated.

"The seat belt is not sent." Nakahara Nakaya is also very sensitive to other people's mood swings, and the whole day's getting along is enough for him to figure out that something is wrong with Keigo Atobe, he frowned sharply, "You Do you seem upset today?"

The ochre-haired boy leaned on the seat, his round nails tapped the seat belt, Atobe Keigo looked at it in a daze, if it wasn't for the boy's reminder, he would have forgotten the seat belt, but he felt that he was distracted. A little irritable.

Nakahara Nakaya clenched his fist against his side face, and the light leaked in from the car window, leaving intermittent silhouettes on his face. The light and darkness made the whole face dark, but Keigo Atobe knew that this should be an appearance.

"It's just some trivial things." Keigo Atobe waved his hand and didn't want to say anything more, but in fact he was not only troubled by the tennis club, but also troubled by another weird thing with him.

Normally, he wouldn't waste his time on this kind of thing, but annoying things always appear together.

"Tell me?" Zhongya Nakahara unbuttoned his neckline for a moment to breathe. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Keigo Atobe's slightly sad eyes. I have to say that the radiant young master looked more pleasing to the eye.

The ice-blue eyes of the red-haired boy seemed to be filled with a kind of reassuring magical power, making people feel that nothing could stop him. Keigo Atobe raised his eyebrows, and he leaned on the soft seat. Take your phone out of your pocket.

It is a black phone with a simple shape, there is nothing special about it other than that, Zhongyuan Zhong also looked over it inexplicably, the gorgeous young man opened the phone, and tapped the screen a few times with his knuckle fingers.

Maybe he thought of something bad, so his eyes darkened, "Do you know Kaito Kidd?"