Mao followed Akashi downstairs, turned his head to discuss with him the restaurant to go to later.

In fact, Akashi is not picky about restaurants, or has a special preference, but at this moment he gave a huge amount of information, as if there is a miniature database in his head, storing an unknown amount of knowledge and information that Mao does not know and does not involve. .

A girl walked towards him, Mao's tone of voice changed subtly for a moment, Akashi followed suit, and after a glance, Mao stopped talking completely.

"Speaking of the selection of foie gras, what's wrong?"

Akashi didn't seem to notice it.

Mao, on the other hand, had a faint smile, somewhat inexplicably watching the show, and watched him for several seconds without giving an answer.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into some kind of very strange subtlety. If others had already been in chaos, but Akashi couldn't recall anything meaningful at this time-what is there about that girl that deserves Mao's attention?

But Mao turned his eyes and changed the way of asking: "Zheng-kun, are you the type who is confessed to every day at school?"

"Not to the point of every day..."

As soon as Akashi finished speaking, he stopped.

Because Mao was blinking her shining eyes, the familiar light was almost exactly the same as when everyone in the basketball club saw her.

It is referred to as "The Light of the Eight Diagrams" for short.

Akashi: "..."

It is undeniable that this look is inexplicably similar to Xu Wanghuan.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mao felt like he had succeeded in a prank. Finally, seeing Zheng Jun facing this kind of incident, he said in an extremely rare, slow and teasing tone: "No wonder Zheng Jun didn't understand what I saw just now."

The girl's eyes were on Akashi from the moment she walked over. The jealousy and consternation contained in the eyes that glanced at Mao's body at first were so obvious that Mao, who didn't feel it at all, couldn't help but weaken his voice.

But all of this, as keen as Zheng Jun, did not feel it, which is quite unusual.

Maybe Zhengjun's heart is not here, or maybe he just forgot.

The situation that will only appear in countless situations after being confessed is so realistically unfolded in front of your eyes.

Of course Akashi understood now, but he really couldn't focus on "I just met a girl who fell in love with him" or "How to explain this to Mao", because after he calmed down, he quickly Clearly aware that Mao is making a series of actions on this matter with a joke-watching mentality.

She didn't really care if Akashi would be confessed to every day, or if he met on a narrow road.

It's interesting that Mao is just purely from a friend's point of view.

Akashi subconsciously narrowed his eyes slightly, and lowered his eyelashes to hide the emotions that might leak out: "I really didn't notice."

"It's rare for Masamune to say such a thing." Mao continued to walk down, with a smile in his voice.

Akashi calmly breathed a sigh of relief: "Will Mao remember everyone who confessed?"

Mao thought for a while, then said, "It's a bit difficult."

Then she took it for granted: "But I only met three times after I returned to China."

It means I still remember it now.

There are only three times, and there are people around, whether it is brother, Zhengjun or Huan-it is absolutely impossible to be confessed in the school.

Mao thought of this, turned his head and looked up from the next step: "Everyone in the school knows that my fiancé is Masamune."

Confessing to her knowingly is tantamount to provoking Akashi. Few people really dare to do this kind of thing. If you insist on saying that you might be able to pick out Xu Wanghuan, it's a pity that his development is obviously a girlfriend. It will inevitably disappoint the people who secretly have expectations and want to watch the big drama.

Akashi suddenly felt that Sakura was pretty good.

He retracted his foreword.

……

The "Maid Project" was killed by Xu Wanghuan, and his reason was very good: "Mao is a princess! My forever princess! Absolutely can't be a maid!! I can't even act!!"

The plausible words had to make Mitsukuni and Takayuki who came to visit stunned for a while. If they didn't know that it was Mao Atobe, they would almost think that the princess of some small country had really come.

Tsunade specially made a tailor-made dress for Maou. It's completely sweet, and Maou is not unmanageable, but he was somewhat overwhelmed by Tsunade's enthusiasm.

If you dress her up too much, maybe it will cover up the original intention and not be able to exert the original effect.

"But Mao is the mascot! Of course it has to be beautiful!" Huan argued with reason and reason, "Girls in this world are so beautiful, and all beautiful people will definitely like Mao."

Tamaki held Mao's finger and knelt down on one knee: "Everyone would be more willing to come because of your beauty and cuteness, Mao. There will be no one who doesn't like you."

There was even a tear in the corner of his eye.

Mao responded immediately without hesitation: "I like you, Tamaki."

The king of the male public relations department almost fainted in this tender confession.

Takashi Tsukasa: "..."

Mitsukuni Kanozuka: "..."

Unconsciously.

Feng Jingye: "..."

For the large ntr scene where Seijuro Akashi was not present.

After changing his clothes, Mao walked out and was immediately attracted by the sound of the phone taking pictures, and looked towards the operator's ring.

Huan's eyes seemed to have completely turned into two stars, blingblingly shining: "Mao woo woo woo, that's great!!"

It is rare for Mao to still show shyness and embarrassment under the praise of Huan for many years. It is indeed very appropriate to turn sideways and face the mirror.

Huan has always had a good eye.

A whole brain of praise words was thrown at her, and Xu Wanghuan carefully entertained Mitsukuni and Takashi Mitsuka who came to the evaluation tour today with the little hp left.

Mao moved the neckline a little, and Feng Jingye, who clearly hadn't diverted his gaze from the side, suddenly raised his head at this moment: "Is the neckline not suitable?"

He spoke so suddenly, Mao couldn't react for a moment.

Surprise was on the surface, causing the indifferent Feng Jingye to stretch out his hand and push his eyes. After a brief silence, he repeated the question again: "Is there a problem with the neckline?"

Mao shook his head: "It's just a little bit unhandled."

The neckline is designed very beautifully, but it is a little fancy, which is not easy to please.

Tamaki sent Mao a copy of the photos he took, and Mao swiped back and forth between several photos. It's a pity that no one shared it, but his brother didn't know about it yet.

So she thought about it for a while, and sent the photo to Akashi, with a cute emoji and a sentence:

[Your girlfriend has arrived, please sign ●v●]

……

Akashi had just stepped out of the basketball team coach's office, and then rushed to the student union room, taking the test paper and grade point form back to the class from the teacher's office area.

It was under such circumstances that he received Mao's message.

Probably due to the recent busyness, Akashi can clearly feel that Mao is reducing the number of times he takes the initiative to chat with him.

It's not pleasant.

At the moment before opening the photo, Akashi was still happy, as if in the non-stop turning gears, he got a little comfort and salvation that was not a rest, and when he clicked on the photo... Of course, it cannot be said that he was unhappy, Seeing his girlfriend's beautiful smiling face, no boy would feel unhappy, but this dress, the reason why Mao took the initiative to take a photo for him, and the background of the whole picture - Akashi's eyesight is very good, so he When the unconscious fingertips touched the smiling face of the girl in the photo, from the corner, I saw the very focused eyes on Maou reflected in the mirror.

It seems that there is indeed no safe enough place in the world, and there are one after another everywhere.

Akashi turned his gaze back to Mao's words, his expression softened a lot, and he typed a reply:

[confirm the receipt of goods.When can I actually see my girlfriend? ]

Mao replied quickly.

[I figured out that my girlfriend should officially arrive at noon tomorrow. ]

It looks like she's coming over tomorrow.

Akashi was in a good mood:

[Wait for the good news. ]

[I will look forward to it from this moment on. ]

Mao originally wanted to find time to go to Teiko and Akashi to share lunch. She really wanted to try such a very common campus life and necessary items for love, not to mention that there was another important reason for the purpose of this trip.

This time Mao told Akashi that he must not come out to pick her up, and asked him to do what he should do, but after getting out of the car, he still saw Akashi at the school gate.

Mao puffed his mouth in the car, walked over and reprimanded with a bit of reproach: "You don't need to come out to pick me up."

Akashi took the things in her hand: "It's nothing important."

"No wonder, you've been busy recently." Mao didn't believe him, and muttered, "If you do this again, I won't dare to come next time."

Akashi's expression became more serious, still very soft, and his tone was obviously helpless: "I'm already doing the most important thing right now, Mao, you didn't hinder me in anything."

Mao was still a little skeptical, but her ears were inexplicably hot. She seemed to be unwilling to admit defeat, or to confirm the authenticity of Akashi's words, she just looked at him for a moment.

"Every time you come, I am very happy." Akashi rolled his eyes, "Don't deprive me of my rare expectations, Mao."

"..."

This time, my ears are really hot!

Mao quickly retracted his gaze and lowered his head, trying to pretend nothing happened.

The two went to the vicinity of the big garden, the open air, the school, and the bento box. This feeling was exactly what Mao wanted.

The moment Akashi opened the bento, he raised his eyes to look at Mao, and as expected, he saw her forced calm eyes and the flash of panic on her face.

"Anything to say?"

"No, no."

It doesn't look like something happened.

Look at the direction she's staring at...

With a slight force on his hand, the bento box made a slight rubbing sound, and Akashi felt that Mao even held his breath for a moment.

There are a lot of dishes in the bento box, and the presentation is good, but it is far from the level of a chef.

And Akashi remembered that the chef in Mao's family was particularly demanding.

The result is obvious.

"Did you do it?" Akashi couldn't take his eyes off the bento in his hand for a moment, he hadn't felt this kind of emotion for a long time.

"Is it easy to see?" Mao didn't know how easy she was to be exposed, and when she heard this, she was quite nervous, and hurried over to take a look—fortunately, she wasn't messed up and turned into a bad look.

Mao breathed a sigh of relief, and replied: "I made it... because I don't make these often, maybe the taste..."

Akashi had already taken a mouthful calmly and restrainedly.

After he tasted it carefully, he met Mao's eyes directly, not allowing her to evade the blow at all, the gentle Ruoyuanshan's red pupils were mixed with enough strength to shake people's hearts.

"very delicious."

Akashi gave such a compliment.

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