[Golden String + Net King] Arc

Kanazawa yawned. Not surprisingly, Yuesenlian firmly agreed to participate in the training camp.If it was him, he should be able to go a long way on the road of music.

"So, what about you, Teak?" Kanazawa rubbed his eyes that were sore due to fatigue, but looked miserably at the boy standing in front of him.

Teak lowered his eyes, and his long purple hair hung down his shoulders.The sunlight outside the window scattered on the boy's shoulders, and it was plated with a light golden layer.

"I..." Teak seemed to have made up his mind, and his voice was decisive, "I am willing to participate."

The long purple hair drew an elegant and firm arc when he turned around. The moment he opened the door, the boy stopped for a moment because of the gaze of the girl who was leaning against the door. Then he turned and walked towards the classroom without hesitation.

Qing Yu raised the corner of her mouth in a self-deprecating manner—that's really ruthless, brother.Leaving aside the relationship between brother and sister, she is also a new tablemate, so she just ignored it coldly.

"Qingqing, do you think he can participate?" Would the old lady of the Teak family agree to his request so easily?

Qing Yu said lightly, "Yes."

No matter how stubborn the current head of the Teak family—their grandmother—is, she can only give in when she meets Azuma Teak who has strengthened her beliefs.

Even though she hasn't seen her for more than ten years, she still understands quite well - that young man will never let go of what he wants to achieve easily.

Compared with frequent outbreaks, what is more influential is the unbearable outbreak after long-term depression.

It's just that the old lady of the teak family is so stubborn that people smack their tongues. Even though the final outcome is predictable, the process may be relatively long.The number of participants in the training camp must be reported before Wednesday.

In other words, Azuma Yuzuki had only two days to get his grandmother's consent - he didn't have enough time.

Qing Yu smiled wryly—the one who should come really couldn't escape.

Dear brother, this time, just treat it as my overflowing love.

**

"I disagree."

Unexpected answer.

Yumu Azuma's face remained unchanged, still respectful, but still stubbornly looking directly at the old woman.

The old woman sitting on the main seat pursed her sharp lips, "Zima, I don't need to pursue the matter of your private return from England this time, but I think you can at least distinguish the seriousness from the seriousness. You can hold Has your flute lived forever? Don’t forget, your surname is teak! You bear the responsibility of the entire teak family! You can only study business at a British university and help your elder brother and second brother! This matter, Not negotiable."

"Duk duk." Before the old lady said "come in" with a resolute and stern tone, the people outside the door had already opened the sliding door unreasonably.

Teak Azuma and the old lady Teak cast their eyes on the unreasonable intruder at the door at the same time, and a trace of astonishment flashed in their eyes.

The girl at the door was wearing a light yellow kimono, with light golden floral prints on the wide sleeves.The waist is tied with a beige belt, which sets off the slender waist that is not full of grip.The long black hair was rolled up and fixed with a brown Liuyun hairpin, adding a rare gentleness to the girl.

However, the thin lips parted slightly, but the words he spit out were bitter and mean, "I thought that the victims of the Teak family were enough."

The teak old lady narrowed her eyes slightly, which seemed to be a precursor to an explosion.

But unexpectedly calm, "Zima, you go out."

"……Yes."

**

Yuki Azuma didn't know what Qing Yu and his grandmother said, but the moment he saw the girl going out, he knew that he could participate in this training camp.

Really, inexplicable trust.

The girl murmured and tugged at the painfully tight belt around her waist, frowned, and cast a glance at him who had been leaning on the wall not far away, "Remember to reply to Jinze tomorrow." Then she pulled out the hairpin Sitting down, let the long black hair be scattered over his shoulders in a mess.

"It's really annoying."

Yuuki somehow wanted to laugh - and he did.

He raised the corners of his lips, stepped forward in a few steps, walked around behind the girl, stretched out a hand, and gently inserted it into the girl's hair to straighten it out.

"I won't thank you."

Qing Yu snorted lightly, "Forget it." She stood naturally and let the boy take care of her hair. "I'm the representative of St. Lawrence in this training camp, and I'm just doing things for the teacher."

Teak's eyes slightly raised, "Really?"

What an awkward personality.

However, it's quite like - he himself, so why not have such a character.

Sure enough, blood relationship is a magical thing.

Teak obeyed his will, pulled out his hand, put it on the top of the girl's hair, rubbed it lightly, and consciously straightened it under the girl's squinting eyes—intimate and natural, just like before.

**

"Are you back?" As soon as the door lock was turned, Yue Sen, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, turned his head away instantly, put down the music magazine in his hand, and got up.

The girl who had changed back to Xingzuo's school uniform lazily put down her schoolbag, stepped on her slippers and sat down next to the boy.Pulling off Yuesen's body, he lazily leaned forward.

Seeing the girl's smooth movements, Yuesen couldn't help laughing.Brushing away the unruly hair on the girl's cheek, she said softly, "Tired?"

"Well." Qing Yu replied casually, moved her body, lay on the boy's lap, hugged the boy with both hands like hugging a pillow, "I'm exhausted, that old woman is really troublesome." After saying that, she was lazy He yawned softly, closed his eyes and took a nap.

Yuesen pampered the girl's nose - she has become more and more used to making such intimacy recently, and the girl never seems to notice or resist, "Get up and eat first." Seeing that the girl is still lazy, she doesn't care. I can't help but add a sentence, "Good boy."

Qing Yu half-raised her eyelids, "Suddenly felt..."

Yuesen froze in the air.

"Lian and I, the roles seem to be reversed recently." The girl muttered dissatisfiedly, puffing up her cheeks, "Obviously I am three months older than Lian, so I should be taking care of Lian, why does it seem that Lian is taking care of her recently? me."

Yuesen laughed, pinched the girl's bulging cheeks, and kept the phrase "I do" deep in his heart, "Let's eat."

"Well, don't don't." Qing Yu rolled around coquettishly like a child, buried on the young man, "Sleep for a while, just for a while."

"Get up." The boy Yuesen was a little majestic, trying to dig the girl up from the sofa, "Your stomach is bad."

"It's okay, Lian." The girl struggled.

Yue Sen tilted his head and used his trump card, "My stomach is not good."

The girl's struggling movements froze for a moment, and she got up reluctantly, thinking, "Really, I don't have a good stomach and I don't eat well. Well, no, the point is, I was pinched to death."

Yuesen touched his nose and smiled.

In this way, very good, very good.

Time is like a big hourglass, and thousands of years can be seen in the blink of an eye.We only need to play our role as a speck of dust in the vast universe.

Then, enough.

**

When I went to school the next day, the gate was still crowded.

The two names clearly displayed on the bulletin board——Yuesenlian and Yumu Azuma are familiar to everyone.Whether it's their performance at the school recital, their daily grades, or their popularity in the grade, there is nothing to criticize.Even if there were some complaints, after Qing Yu's harsh words the day before, he swallowed his unconvinced words in his stomach.

Qing Yu and Yue Sen walked to the school gate as usual, and frowned subconsciously when they saw the noisy crowd.In all fairness, neither of them like crowd noise.But for Yu Qingyu, this is a necessity for work and life—as one of the principal violinists of the St. Lawrence Orchestra; for Yue Senlian, this is experience, and it is the only way for him to become a mature musician.

The sound of the brakes of the black Bentley attracted the attention of the people around. The boy in the back seat stretched his slender legs, but he didn't hear the usual hustle and bustle.

Everyone turned their attention to the three people standing in front of and behind the school gate.But the three people who are the center of focus are not half conscious of the man of the hour, and greet each other naturally.

"Morning, Yuesen." Teak smiled lightly, "And, good morning—Xiaoyu."

Yuesen glanced at the girl beside him, nodded, "Morning, Senior Teak."

Qing Yu silently supported her forehead—this black-bellied personality that has remained unchanged for thousands of years has not changed at all. No matter what, she likes to push her to the forefront. "Call the exit.What an ungrateful fellow, thanks to her kindness helping him deal with that old woman yesterday.

Teak smiled brighter and brighter, but there was no usual sarcasm in his eyes, just pure teasing.

"Arnold." A blond boy with shallow slanted bangs came in from the door in a daze, with a soft voice, "Good morning, seniors."

"Morning." Teak was still gentle.

"Good morning." Yuesen still maintained his indifference in front of everyone, but his tone softened unconsciously after seeing this junior.

"Good morning, Zhishui." It was rare for Qing Yu to relax the corners of his mouth—this boy who is always immersed in his own music world is indeed irresistible.

Zhishui cast a confused look at the only female voice, as if he suddenly thought of something, "I've been forgetting to ask, is senior that senior?"

Everyone's black line - this is, what's the problem?

Qing Yu's forehead twitched.

The young man was still ignorant, and yawned sleepily, "Senior Qing, is that Senior Qing? From Saint Lawrence, Senior Qing Yu..."

The author has something to say:

That sentence of "Mote Dust"—cough cough, I wrote this chapter when Little Times hit theaters, so I put this sentence on it...

Regarding teak, I can only say that he has always cared about Qing Yu, but just like Qing Yu, both of them have awkward temperaments.Even if the two usually quarrel with each other, when something happens to the other party, they will stand up without hesitation, just like this time in the training camp...

And, I'm really cute, Zhishui...a boy who is fried with chicken and soft and cute...I seem to want a brother orz like this. .