[Net King] The Redemption of the Night

After being silent for a while, he just believed Fei Yong's words.

Fei Yong happily lay in Tezuka's arms, listening to his heartbeat, the whole world became warm and beautiful.

"Saya." Tezuka's expression was blurred in the afterglow of the afternoon, "What's going on with you and Keigo Atobe?"

"..." Fei Yong froze for a moment, and instantly remembered what happened on the field, "That... that... was just an accident... and... you were... weren't there..." Looking at Tezuka badly Fei Yong swallowed back the last half of the sentence, and could only secretly slander in his heart: He was there at the time, and he still didn't care, and said, "People who take the game as a joke are unforgivable." , now it's good, Xingshi came to question the crime.

"Huh?" Tezuka seemed to have seen through Fei Yong's thoughts, and glanced at her guilty eyes lightly, and then looked at her light-colored lips, the color in his eyes continued to deepen, "Don't go with others next time So close." Even knowing that she was forced, the dissatisfaction and fire in her heart still burned.

Fei Yong wanted to refute, but didn't know how to refute.

Taking advantage of her blank moment, Tezuka lifted her chin all at once, kissed the lips of her dreams without hesitation, and licked them fiercely until Fei Yong hummed twice , the domineering movement slowly relaxed, and turned into a gentle kiss.

After the lingering deep kiss, Tezuka's lips moved away a little, and then kissed her small earlobe, a little bit down, rolling over her neck lingeringly.

Once again lingering on the small earlobe, Tezuka fiercely kissed a coquettish strawberry on the neck below the earlobe.

Fei Yong's distressed tears almost fell down: "Don't, Guoguang..."

Tezuka bit Hiyong's alluring lips viciously, and then said in a low voice: "Don't get so close to others again." Thinking of Atobe kissing the person in his arms in front of so many people, Fujiwara Akatsuki felt the same way. Kissing her unceremoniously, Tezuka's eyes turned cold again, and he couldn't help but kiss the lips of the person in his arms again.

Guoguang, we will always be together and will never be apart again.

Fei Yong murmured secretly in his heart, whether it was Yingguang in the past or Kunimitsu Tezuka in this life, the heart of love will always continue in the soul.

The fourth volume is not about love, but about specialization

Violent Boy Akutsu

On Monday morning, Fei Yong finally went to school again.Of course, the birthmark was once again wiped off by Fei Yong with potion, and a pair of glasses were refitted; the clothes were changed into a more convenient black sportswear suit, and the shoes were changed into lightweight soft-soled shoes.

There is no class for nearly half a month, and the students in the class are very enthusiastic, especially Kagawa Ya, who sticks to Fei Yong almost all day long.It wasn't until after school in the afternoon that club activities began that the two went to participate in club activities separately.

Tezuka has always given Fei Yong enough time to get along with Masa Kagawa, and he has to supervise and urge everyone to train when it is time to work, so there is not much communication between the two.

After taking the herbal tea Tezuka made for her, Fei Yong looked around: "Where's Echizen?"

Tezuka also looked up: "It should be practiced elsewhere."

"Oh, then I'll look for it." Fei Yong put down the cup, she made a new training menu for Echizen, and wanted to ask him to try it.

"Be careful."

"Ok."

After crossing two tennis courts, Fei Yong paused when he saw the three figures in front of him.

With her sharp gaze, she could tell at a glance that the second grader Arai lying on the ground, and the other running figure was Kato, the first grader.

Running over in a hurry, Fei Yong grabbed the wrist of the perpetrator and subconsciously said, "What are you doing!"

The yellow tennis ball flew past Kato's cheek, and hit the tennis boxes piled up next to it. It fell to the ground with a thunderclap, and the small yellow balls were scattered everywhere.

The assailant was a young man with gray hair, his facial features full of hostility and his unconscious barbaric appearance made Fei courageously ask, "Who are you?!"

"Go away!" The boy shook off Fei Yong's hand, looked down at Fei Yong, "a meddling woman."

"Meddling your own business?" Fei Yong glanced at Arai and Kato who were lying on the ground, a gleam of light flashed from his eyes behind the lenses, "You will have to pay for hurting my junior."

The boy smiled strangely, raised his right hand holding the tennis racket high, and hit Fei Yong directly on the forehead.

Fei Yong didn't expect the young man to be so unscrupulous, his anger flashed, his left hand quickly grabbed the opponent's wrist, and pressed the Yangxi point on his wrist fiercely, successfully causing the opponent to pause.After just this pause, Fei Yong raised his legs and bowed his knees, and slammed into the opponent's stomach hard.Immediately, he twisted his body, turned his right hand behind the boy's back, and fell directly over his shoulder, throwing the boy to the ground.

Stepping on the opponent's back with his right foot, before he could speak, the young man grabbed Fei Yong's ankle with his backhand and knocked her to the ground.

The glasses were thrown to one side, Fei Yong was amazed at the youth's sharpness, and at the same time, his right foot twitched suddenly, driving the boy to move forward a little, and his left foot quickly kicked at the junction of the boy's hand bone and wrist bone, breaking away for a while The boy's restraint.

Quickly got up, looked at the boy who also got up and said: "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Such a violent guy is definitely not here to play and watch, Fei Yong secretly rejoiced that he met this person first, I'm glad I'm wearing sportswear today, it's very convenient for fighting.

Suddenly seeing Fei Yong's bright dark green eyes, the young man froze for a moment, then sneered again, and wanted to strike again.

Fei Yong immediately tapped his left foot, picked up the purple tennis racket that the boy had dropped on the ground, grabbed it in his hand, and swung it at the opponent's face.

The boy dodged his head sideways, grabbed the edge of the racket with his uninjured right hand, and showed a chill to Fei Yong: "Are you from Qingxue?"

"Nonsense!" Fei Yong let go of the tennis racket angrily, and walked towards Kato who was lying on the ground, "Get up." Fei Yong stretched out his hand and pulled Kato up.

"Ah! Sister, be careful!"

Kato's yell startled Fei Yong, he turned around immediately, lowered his body in an instant, straightened his arms, kicked back with his right leg, and directly kicked the tennis ball back at the opponent with the sole of his foot.

The young man caught the ball and smiled grimly: "Huh? It's quite a skill."

Fei Yong's body is very flexible, and the movements just now are soft and beautiful, like a dance, which made Kato and Arai dumbfounded.

Fei Yong withdrew his legs, stood up straight, and his sharp eyes were as real as he said, "It seems that you haven't learned enough lessons?!" The junction of his left hand bone and wrist bone had been severely injured in the fight just now, and it is estimated that he would not be able to see him for three to five days. Unable to use any strength, I didn't expect him to be so stubborn, and he is still provoking.

Fei Yong fights with people in close quarters, and always handles the joints and acupuncture points on people. This young man is very resilient, but unfortunately his temper is too bad and he is too hostile.

The boy snorted coldly, picked up a stone from the ground, and held up a tennis racket to explain his intentions.

Fei Yong also snorted coldly, picked up a tennis ball with his toes and grabbed it in his hand: "Would you like to compare whether your pebble is faster or my tennis ball is faster?"

Before he could finish speaking, the opponent's stone had already been swung by the powerful racket.

Fei Yong turned his upper body slightly, raised his right hand to his chest, just waved his hand casually, the tennis ball and the stone collided halfway, and fell to the ground at the same time with a muffled sound.

Fei Yong frowned slightly, although he didn't lose his head, but he didn't have enough strength, so he just knocked down the opponent's stone, but he didn't hit the stone as he wished, and then continued to hit the boy's face.

"What's your name?" The boy asked, and became serious.

Fei Yong didn't have an interface, but a blue and white figure appeared beside him and said, "Oh? What's so noisy?" While speaking, seeing Fei Yong's dusty black sportswear and slightly messy hair, his eyes widened. Ning: "What's wrong?"

The gray-haired boy immediately set his sights on Echizen: "Has it finally appeared? The first-year election." He looked at Echizen with a provocative look, "Could it be that Aigaku is supported by women? Or is it other than this?" Women are all underdogs?"

Fei Yong slightly raised his eyebrows: "The strongest person in Qingxue is naturally not a woman, but you can't even beat me who is the weakest in the tennis club."

"I don't know this guy." Echizen frowned, as long as the senior didn't suffer.

The gray-haired teenager raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised his thin lips: "Here's a greeting gift for you."

Seeing the boy bend down again to pick up a handful of pebbles, Arai couldn't help reminding: "This time there's more than one pebble!"

Fei Yong opened his mouth slightly, but before he could say anything, a strong force came from his abdomen, pushing her down to the ground.

Because she was caught off guard and the people around her shot, the back of Fei Yong's head hit the ground, causing her to frown slightly in pain.

There was another weight on her body, and Fei Yong noticed that someone had fallen on top of her, and this realization made her sit up immediately in fright: "Yueqian!" Seeing clearly that the person who fell on her was Yueqian, Fei Yong suddenly became nervous Get up, "You idiot! Don't you know how to avoid it!"

At this time, Echizen stretched out his left hand to cover his face tightly, looked at Fei Yong with big eyes, and asked, "Is senior sister injured?"

"Idiot! How could I get hurt!" Fei Yong hugged Echizen, lowered his head to check the abrasions on his face, there were two broken skin and three bleeding places.

Angrily looking up at the boy opposite, Fei Yong grabbed two tennis balls with his left hand and threw them directly at the boy.

No matter how sharp the tennis ball is, it's just tennis balls, and it doesn't have as much damage as a sharp stone, so it was just caught by the boy with a tennis racket.