[Net King] Live up to the original

If you have to say it, Guan Yue really hates the noise of people.

— because it was very noisy.

If there is a group of people who don't understand anything and only know how to scream, talking to themselves all the time, no matter how good-tempered Ren is, he can't bear it.What's more, Guan Yue is not a very good-tempered person.

For the most part, moongazing is thorny.The sharp thorns are wrapped in a polite and warm coat, the more unpredictable the outsiders are, the more alienated they are.His pride is clearly displayed on the outside, and he will pierce through the heart with an arrow if outsiders try to take a step.But he also wanted to maintain a good image, so he had to act like he was out of the world, so that people could only look up to him and dare not take a step forward.

"Excuse me, let me go." He frowned, trying to stand out from the crowd of girls, er, at least not in his current position.The result was drowned out by screams.

"From another school...?" The girl turned around with a bad expression on her face, but she wasn't part of the group of people yelling - so why was she standing here?For someone?

Looks like a fourth or fifth grade student.Guanyue looked at it without any trace, and replied, "Well, I have something to give to the people inside." He also lifted the bento box in his hand.

"Ah, that's how it is." The girl's voice became cheerful, as if she understood something serious, "Then you'd better find a way to get in, after all, this game will be over soon. Speaking of which, Yukimura-kun It’s really amazing to see—I’m really envious.”

It's just that Yukimura himself would not be happy to be judged like this. Guanyue smiled at the girl, expressing goodwill, and then said again in a raised voice: "Excuse me—let me go."

This way of speaking is very abrupt, at least not popular in Japan.So the fanatical female fans fell silent for a second after hearing this, and turned their attention to the speaker.

Guanyue realized that it worked, and even the eyes of the audience were attracted.Yukimura, who was sitting on the coach's bench, stood up - when he stood up, he was much taller than these girls. Of course, there is no lack of reasons why few girls from senior grades came to watch the game.

So Yukimura Seichi opened the door, and when he walked out, no one dared to take a step forward.The girls who kept screaming at him just now seemed to lose their voices collectively, unable to utter a word, and could only watch the sixth grade boy walk to another boy who was slightly shorter but had a strong aura.

He raised his eyebrows, which is very powerful.Guanyue picked up the lunch box belonging to Yukimura with one hand, and then the lunch box was taken by his master without giving it an extra look.

"Your school really opened my eyes, Yukimura." Finally, the hand that had been holding the lunch box was able to return to his trouser pocket, and he made a very handsome slapstick gesture.When Guanyue said this, the girls finally found their voices and continued to scream.

"Wouldn't the schools in the United States be more extreme than this?" Yukimura led Guanyue into the stadium, and when the two of them returned to the stadium together, the door slammed shut.

"No - they will only apply for the formal cheerleading qualifications, the kind that can enter the stadium." Guanyue shrugged, and the posture with her hands in her pockets made this action look weird.

—and the fact that he feels different from anyone else on the field, like a suit and tie popping out at a sports party.Everyone in the stadium, including Yukimura, who looks like he won't be playing for the time being, is wearing loose T-shirts suitable for sports and knee-length shorts.On Guanyue's body is a standard shirt and trousers, buttoned to the top one, as if she just came out of a place that needs such a match just a second ago.

He just went to the library.Although there is no strict requirement, no one would walk into the library in tattered clothes.Oh, except for some people.

"I thought the girls over there would be more enthusiastic?" Sitting back on the coach's bench, Yukimura made half of the seat for him.The boy he invited frowned and looked at the wooden bench. To be honest, he didn't want to sit down at all, but he couldn't just stand here and block people's sight. It was impolite for everyone.

"You are right, but at certain times, they prefer to choose simple and direct ways to achieve their goals - such as standing on the court and screaming for the players." Guan Yue took out a pack of tissues from her trouser pocket , bent down to wipe the bench - even if he is a clean freak, it doesn't mean he has to carry a handkerchief anytime, anywhere, especially if he is a boy, paper towels are already the most acceptable.Well, he just felt a little embarrassed.But these are never shown.

"Are you sure you don't want to try this? Mom may have put in the after-dinner snacks." The boy with blue-purple hair, who is accustomed to this, pokes the beautiful wagashi with the tip of his chopsticks, and he will not be able to watch the moon for a second. The posture of swallowing the mouth directly after sitting down.

"Black tea flavor?" He raised his eyebrows.

"of course."

So Guanyue stayed at Nanxiangnan Elementary School for a whole day, from noon to night, even the practice time of the school team was not missed.It's not that no one questioned it, but it was all settled by Yukimura's smile in the end.

If it's an enemy, Yukimura Seiichi is really scary.Guanyue thought so, holding a book that Yukimura borrowed for him.Tapping the spine of the book with his fingertips, he raised his eyes casually.But it has nothing to do with him, does it?From the beginning, there was none.

"Watching the moon? Can I go?"

The setting sun had already set, and the visitor was immersed in the afterglow of the setting sun.Against the light, he could only see a clear human figure with blurred brows and eyes.

The voice is nice and the emotion is light.

For a moment, Guan Yue almost thought that he had gone back to the past, back to Los Angeles, USA where he was still young, and back to the time when he first met another teenager.

Although they are very different.

Then he closed the book, stood up, read most of the book and returned it to Yukimura—his answer was very light, as if he said to himself, "Let's go."

Yukimura shook the book in his hand, and was about to speak in the next second.

"No need, I've read the book a long time ago, I just read it again."

Just like you.

The regional elementary school tennis trials are in full swing, and Yukimura has gradually become busy, and the whole family has fallen into a strange situation where they may not see each other for a day-getting up early in the morning for morning practice, returning late for evening practice, and occasionally at the dinner table Seeing him on the Internet is like a gift of mercy from someone.Fortunately, people who are really related by blood have long been used to it, but as an outsider, Guanyue has a bit, er, weird emotions that I can't explain clearly.

Originally staying at Yukimura's house, he had nothing to do with the warm family atmosphere, and the absence of a boy of the same age made him a little restless and suddenly embarrassed.Even though Kana and Yukimura's mother took good care of his mood, Guanyue still couldn't excrete the emotion called "loneliness".

Yes, alone.

On the eve of the finals in the Kanagawa area, Guanyue finally made up her mind.Sitting in the living room, he intercepted the boy Yukimura who came home in the middle of the night. Seeing the surprised eyes of the other party, he proposed to follow the morning exercise the next day, and watch a game or something by the way.

Never mentioning how much mental preparation he had done to be able to say such a thing-you know, this is extremely embarrassing.

Even before he went to the United States, he had never been so ashamed!

As if seeing his embarrassment, Yukimura Seiichi mercifully did not ask, but nodded happily, and then told Guanyue that they should get up around five o'clock tomorrow morning.

——Guanyue fled up the stairs, only having time to say "good night".

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Yes, it's me again.

My conscience found QAQ

2017