[Comprehensive] The eldest lady of the famous family

No one had ever said that to Akashi before.

Of course it's not that it hasn't been pursued.

But as long as Mao said it, everything seemed to be different.

The girl had already walked down a step, and she just raised her head slightly to look over.

So Akashi bent his lips subconsciously, showing a little smile: "Where do you want to go next?"

His attitude was utterly conniving.

Mao has never seen how Akashi treats other girls, so he can't draw a comparison conclusion.

She has been coaxed and held up since she was a child, and she didn't feel anything special, so she naturally pointed to the activities of the calligraphy club: "The prize over there seems to be a glazed inkstone, do you like it?"

In fact, this prize was originally proposed by Akashi.

Akashi nodded calmly: "I like it."

He chose to let it go, he didn't change the temporary role reversal, and even enjoyed this... the feeling of being cherished.

It is really inconsistent with the usual style.

Akashi couldn't help sighing in his heart: It seems a bit embarrassing, Akashi Seijuro.

Mao walked over to find out the rules of the evaluation, and the ranking order cannot be obtained in a short while.

The included works will be exhibited until [-]:[-] noon, and will be exhibited at [-]:[-] pm. All the school festival visitors who are willing to participate will vote, and the winner will be selected at [-]:[-] pm.

Mao picked up the pen, and before he dropped it, his eyes were first attracted by the handwriting hanging high on the wall in the activity room.

"Zhengjun."

she whispered.

Afraid of disturbing others, he moved closer.

Akashi felt a soft warm current sweeping over his ears, and the back molars knocked together very inconspicuously.

"what happened?"

"Look at that picture." Mao pointed to him, "It's so beautifully written."

The writer should do it intentionally, and deliberately soften the bends of the original sharp strokes, and in order to facilitate the display without attracting too much attention, the whole character is more ornamental.However, even so, knowledgeable people can still see that there is something unusual.

It can't be achieved without many years of skill, so every penny from the beginning to the end of the pen is full of charm.

Akashi pondered for a while when he saw the words, not knowing what to say now.

Only nodded: "Yeah."

He can't say enough about it.

I can only respond with one sound.

Mao's insight in this kind of matter is at the same level as Atobe's on the court. She put down the brush for a while and looked sideways at Akashi - making sure that both sides have eye contact when speaking seriously, which is her habit.

The Atobe family has never learned what avoidance is.

"The reaction was kind of weird."

Instead of asking Akashi if he thought the writing was not good, Mao said such an evaluation instead.

She stared at Akashi's face for two seconds, opened her eyes slightly, and looked a little surprised, "Could it be that this was written by Masayuki?"

When asked about the point, there is no need to hide anything.

Akashi nodded, "Yes."

The tone was a little helpless.

He didn't even know how these emotions that didn't appear often before became more and more.

Mao exclaimed softly: "What, if I still come here to accept the prize, I will be humiliating myself..."

"Mine is not in the game."

Akashi immediately explained.

That's what the Painting and Calligraphy Club came to ask him for.

As the vice president of the student council, Akashi sent it in the name of sponsorship.

……Um?

Could Mao be unhappy?

Akashi thought of Mao's last time because he didn't tell him that he was promoted to the captain of the basketball team, and seemed to be a little concerned about his emotions.

Before Mao could speak again, Akashi took the lead in explaining: "It's just that I didn't find a suitable word. The calligraphy and painting club asked me for a copy temporarily. I forgot to tell you, sorry."

"……puff."

Mao really couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Seeing Akashi's doubts under her smile, Mao cleared his throat and said softly, "I didn't bully you, Masamune."

All of a sudden, she couldn't wait to explain, as if she had bullied Zhengjun too much, that's why Zhengjun was so nervous.

"..."

Akashi was dumbfounded for a moment, but he didn't show embarrassment. On the contrary, he laughed at himself, feeling a little spring breeze, "I think too much."

Mao bent his eyes, picked up the pen again and wrote the words first.

If it is indeed slightly inferior to Akashi's, although the two have different styles, they can still be compared carefully.

But among all the entries, Mao's is enough to overwhelm the crowd.

Akashi looked at Mao's words and couldn't help admiring: "The flow of clouds and water is quite upright."

Mao blew on the wet handwriting, confirmed the name and the corresponding number plate, and noticed that the girl who registered had looked at him twice, Mao stepped aside calmly - sure enough, the real intention of the other party was him Akashi behind him.

Others may not notice her small movements, and it is absolutely impossible for Akashi who has been paying attention to her not to notice.

The feeling of helplessness surged up again, and Akashi called out to her softly: "Mao, where are you going next?"

The sight cast over him suddenly disappeared.

Before Mao could think it through, he walked out with his things, shook his head, and didn't forget to bring up the previous topic again—if it wasn't for fear of wasting time, Mao would have wanted to talk about it a long time ago.

"Masaki-kun, do you think I'm petty?" Mao asked Akashi solemnly, and for a moment Akashi had to admit that even he couldn't tell whether Mao was seriously asking a question or just joking.

"It was the same last time." Mao even stretched out a finger, as if to count them in detail, "You always seem to think that I'm going to be angry very easily."

"It's not that I think you're going to be angry." Akashi had a hard time, so he had to tell the truth. Anyway, facing Mao, there really isn't a need for so many detours outside of special times, "I'm afraid you'll be angry."

Akashi Seijuro has never said anything weak or retreated, and the word "fear" never exists in the dictionary.

I didn't expect it to be such an easy and simple situation when I said it for the first time.

Mao blinked twice, but said nothing.

Of course she understood what Akashi meant, and also understood what Akashi wanted to emphasize.

But she just didn't want to be so "understanding" at the moment.

"I'm afraid I'll be angry..." Mao repeated this sentence in a low voice, with a very elegant gesture, "Doesn't Zheng-kun still think that I will get angry easily, so he has to be afraid?"

She really cares about it.

Although it is not clear what the underlying reason is, Akashi thinks it is a good thing from the bottom of his heart: the distance between Mao and him is still too far, and although he doesn't mind taking pictures slowly, he will not let go of any opportunity.

"There are two points, Mao, you are wrong."

Since Mao wanted to figure it out seriously, Akashi also showed a corresponding attitude.

His tone is gentle, but his expression is serious: "The first point is not 'have to'; the second point is that I have never looked at you that much."

Mao waited for him to speak.

"No one can force me to do something I don't want to do. I pay attention to you out of my own will; I don't want to make you angry because..." Akashi paused, and continued, "Mao, I don't want you to have even the slightest unpleasant thing. Emotion, Aunt Qiansha handed you over to me, it is a very solemn thing for me."

Mao was taken aback.

But she quickly calmed herself down.

The development of this situation was really beyond expectations, and Zhengjun's response was one that she hadn't had time to think about in all the prepared paths in her brain.

That is what is commonly said: being caught off guard.

Pretending to be calm is the arrogance in his bones that he doesn't want to be at a disadvantage, which is absolutely invisible at ordinary times.

But rather...

It happened that Akashi said such a thing under such circumstances.

From Mao's point of view, the expression on Akashi's face is not fake, and there is absolutely no trace of falsehood.

He is serious, and even reiterated to Mao once again: the marriage contract between them is valid, and the current running-in period is equally important.

"...Okay, I know." Mao didn't dare to think about what kind of performance his brother would have if he knew that she had just confessed, but after a thousand turns in his mind just now——she confessed, this She deserved it for not being able to deal with it well and admitting that she was the one who provoked it.

Seeing that she was a little bit unwilling and unconsciously blushed, Akashi suddenly felt nothing.

He hesitated for a moment, a very short gap in time.

then.

"……Well?"

Mao raised his eyes and looked up with his head.

In the field of vision, Akashi's fingers were withdrawing without any haste, just as he had placed them on his head so naturally.

Have you been patted on the head by...? !

Momo's eyes widened for a moment.

The lake-like eyes looked at Akashi accusingly.

"I'm sorry." Akashi withdrew his hand and hung it by his side, his fingertips curled up slightly, the temperature from the touch had not completely dissipated.

He didn't explain too much, but he had a good attitude of admitting his mistakes: "You can apologize however you want."

Mao quickly glanced at the top of Akashi's head - let her touch it back if she can.

But of course such a request cannot be raised, no matter in terms of etiquette or the rules of getting along, it is not very good.

... Was it really Zhengjun just now?

It shouldn't be!

"Then..." Mao lowered his eyes, his mood was a bit complicated, he didn't want to run back and forth, and said deliberately, "Next, you will win a gift for me."

I regret it when I say it.

It's not making things difficult, but this kind of request is nothing to Akashi.

Sure enough, Akashi nodded readily: "What do you want to see me play?"

The crushing breath is coming!

Simply!

Mao wrinkled his nose, and made a slight movement: "Except for chess-related, anything is fine."

She knew that Akashi played all chess well.

Especially shogi.

"it is good."

Akashi was very obedient, but after agreeing, he lowered his eyes and said to Mao in a negotiating tone, "Before you go, do you want to buy a piece of nut ice cream first. You said you wanted to eat it."

"Have you already?" Mao Xunsheng raised his head, his eyes lit up, and he insisted on maintaining his composure, "Well, let's go first."

Akashi smiled and reminded: "But you can't eat too much."

She is not in good health.

"……Oh."

Mao walked over with a straight face.

Within two steps, Akashi caught up.

She pursed her lips, unable to tell what that very special mood was.

It has been expanding since just now, and it doesn't seem like she is angry, but it actually makes her want to do something different from the peaceful and regular behavior style.

This made her unable to figure it out, so she became even more depressed.