[Comprehensive] The eldest lady of the famous family

Atobe looked at Mao's reddish eyes, and immediately frowned uncomfortably, Mao swore that she heard some kind of siren sounding like a disaster alarm at this moment. .

Mao was so frightened that he immediately stood up straight, with a military posture: "Brother!"

Atobe: "..."

Atobe said angrily, "What are you doing?"

He knows Mao too well.

If Atobe saw Mao's red eyes at first, he thought she was being bullied outside and felt angry, but after Mao's performance of such a series of actions, Atobe could easily tell that it was a guilty conscience Performance, that is to say: Mao was not bullied by anyone, on the contrary, he cried miserably, and felt a little embarrassed.

Then the reason for crying is very intriguing.

Atobe sat on the sofa, crossed his slender legs, and raised his jaw lightly: "What did Akashi do again?"

He said calmly, as if he was just talking about the weather: "Steamed or braised?"

It seems that the young master of the Akashi family can steam it if he wants it, and braise it in brown sauce if he wants it.

Maou laughed out loud.

Atobe frowned deliberately, and urged: "Tell me what's going on, this time it won't be so easy to get away with it."

Seeing him like this, Mao stepped closer to Atobe's side, hugged his arm and acted like a baby: "My eyes hurt so much, brother, you don't love me anymore."

Atobe, who has been in the tennis club all the year round, doesn't know that Mao's eyes have been treated urgently, but when he heard such complaints, Atobe raised it in his throat, and finally compromised first: "It still hurts?"

He cast a look from the corner of his eye, very arrogant, just trying to show that he didn't care much.

"pain!"

Mao nodded heavily, fearing that Atobe would not believe it, he added weakly with a flat mouth, "Brother, are my eyes still swollen?"

Atobe finally looked at her.

After carefully looking at it for a moment, he shook his head: "It's not that bad."

Raising his hand, he asked the butler to bring things over to deal with, Atobe looked away, then turned around again, seeing that Mao breathed a sigh of relief, a little funny, and stretched out his hand to cover half of her face: "Let me see again."

To say it hurts is light.

In the bottom of his heart, Atobe convinced Akashi Seijuro and refuted it thousands of times, but he still couldn't relieve his anger.

Good little princess, letting Akashi take her out almost broke her eyes from crying.

The butler brought something, and Mao quietly pulled Rasabu's finger.

Atobe's face remained calm: "I don't need you, I will come in person."

The housekeeper obeyed and took everyone else with him.

Atobe opened the medicine box, there was swelling and cooling ointment in it, he took it out and poured it on his hand, and was about to apply the medicine, he heard Mao whisper flatteringly: "This time it's really my own problem."

Humph.

There are ghosts in the letter.

Where did his sister come from?

Not at all!

Atobe asked coolly: "So, it was really Akashi's problem before?"

"!"

My brother is so unforgiving!

Mao pursed his lips tightly, speechless for a moment.

Atobe saw her sitting in front of him nervously, obediently waiting for the medicine, and sighed a little: "No matter whose problem it is, it has something to do with Akashi Seijuro."

He smeared the ointment on, and the cold touch made Mao couldn't help but let out a "huh".

Atobe paused, and his movements became more relaxed.

"Before at home, no matter what happened, there was never one thing that made you cry like this." Atobe's tone was flat, but not without any thoughts, "So even if this matter is not what Akashi wants, it should be blamed on him on the head."

Mao really couldn't think of words to refute.

After all, my brother even said "it was not what Akashi wanted", which means that he himself understands it.

Mao understands what Atobe means, and Atobe also understands what Mao means.

But the trace department is still angry.

After applying the medicine, Mao lay quietly in Atobe's arms, refusing to move, as if cheating.

"elder brother."

"Say."

"elder brother!"

Mao buried himself in his arms, and cried out crisply again.

"..."

This time the trace department didn't make sense.

"Brother, brother, brother!"

A series of shouts, like the wind chimes hanging in summer in the hotel were knocked out a series of bells.

Unable to hold back any longer, Atobe burst out laughing.

The vibration in the chest cavity reached Mao's ear in a low voice.

Ehe.

Not angry anymore.

In the Winter Cup League, the Teiko Basketball Club won the final championship with great momentum.

Last time Mao didn't seize the right time to treat guests, this time he couldn't let it go.

Seeing her enthusiasm, Akashi didn't say much.

The Teiko Basketball Club invited everyone they could, and the young lady of the Atobe family was very generous. Naturally, all the members of the first army were invited, and those who had a good relationship with each other in the second and third armies also sent out invitations.Mao's posture doesn't look like he only won the Winter Cup once, but it looks like the Teiko Basketball Club has already won three consecutive championships.

The restaurant he ordered was also carefully selected by Mao, and those that were too formal and the dishes tended to be Western-style were excluded. In the end, the barbecue restaurant that everyone loved was finalized, and Mao directly booked it. Dessert question.

When Ziyuan ate the snacks in one bite, he almost flew up on the spot. He sat up straight, his eyes lit up like a three-kilowatt light bulb, and there seemed to be a halo hanging on his head that could ascend to the sky at any time.

"This??... Is it so delicious?"

Kise looked at Ziyuan in amazement, and reached out to take a piece of dessert. He himself did not dislike this kind of food, but as a man—except for Atsushi Murasaki, Kise definitely didn't like sweets.

With a dubious attitude, Kise put the dessert into his mouth.

"--my God?!"

Then he slapped his face at the speed of light, and quickly became a member of the dessert eaters.

While taking another bite to confirm that the taste is not wrong, while enjoying the explosion of the taste buds, he did not forget to tell his friends: "Little Heizi, try that dim sum! It's super delicious! Let me tell you! How did you make it?" of!!"

Kuroko, who had a weak sense of existence, was looking at Akashi's hallucinatory indulgent smile when he whispered to Mao in an inconceivable way. Hearing this, he immediately looked back and picked up a piece.

then.

"...Heizi, why are you shining!"

"Huh? Is the dim sum really delicious? Let me try...Wow, this is not delicious anymore! Don't just eat meat!"

"What else can boys do if they don't eat meat, I don't want such soft and sticky things——uh...huh??"

Qingfeng was disgusted by Wuyue who finally stuffed a cookie into his mouth, and almost choked, swallowed it abruptly before he even had time to drink, and suddenly shouted: "Are you sure it's just a cookie? !"

——What kind of taste is too wonderful!Even people who don't like it can't refuse!

Mao couldn't help but pull Akashi's and laughed in a low voice: "Masukun's team members are all living treasures."

Akashi's eyebrows softened a little, and he nodded: "They are all very interesting."

interesting.

Such words generally do not appear in Akashi's mouth, Mao said more.

Mao sighed: "Surely, Zheng Jun likes them very much."

Akashi was stunned for a moment, and quickly lowered his eyes: "They are really good teammates."

"Oh~" Mao prolonged the end of the sound meaningfully, deliberately attracting Akashi to look over, raised his eyes and met Mao's sly look, "Masaki-kun is not frank, caring is caring, liking is liking."

Obviously caring about this group of teammates, clearly liking basketball, but always talking as if it was just something to do, just someone to cooperate with.

If he really didn't care as much as Akashi showed, Mao wouldn't see the peaceful joy in his gaze.

"Zhengjun is so introverted, if you don't say it, others will not know." Mao reminded him.

It's not that she can't see that Akashi is respected in the basketball club, but there is no one who really makes friends with him.Even Midorima Shintaro, because of the plants, the two can talk more, but in fact, their friendship is not as good as that of Kuroko Tetsuya, who has always claimed that Midorima Shintaro has never been at odds.

In the past, Akashi didn't know much about people, let alone now.But Mao is not a person who pays special attention to family background, especially at this stage, he is only playing basketball, so there is no need to be so harsh when it comes to making friends.

"I don't know..."

Akashi repeated the last half of the sentence, looking thoughtful.

Because it was Mao’s treat, even though the basketball club members were all men, they still came over like a toast to thank them endlessly. Using fruit juice instead of wine made Mao’s shoulders shake with laughter, and Akashi shook his head with a smile, and he couldn’t help but look helpless .

Kise looked surprised.

He looked carefree, but his thoughts were meticulous. Seeing that Akashi was in a good mood, even "surprise" was not enough to describe his feelings.

but……

"Oh, Mao."

Taking advantage of Akashi's absence, Kise shouted softly, and he lowered his head to ask questions after meeting Mao's gaze, "It's just the Winter Cup, you made it so big now, what will happen to the three consecutive championships?"

Only after getting familiar with Huang Lai can he say such a thing, otherwise he will be suspected of begging for a celebration banquet.

"Although the Teiko Basketball Club is strong in the middle school basketball world, Kise may be beaten if you let others hear your words." Mao teased his overconfidence, and then replied, "'It's just winter Cup' is too much, the Winter Cup trophy will cry at night."

"Wow! Maou, where did you learn it, it's also scary!"

Kise shook his shoulders exaggeratedly, and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "The Winter Cup is just a small event, and now the national competition is almost unmotivated, but you, Mao, take it too seriously."

"..."

It seems that the atmosphere of the entire basketball club has indeed changed.

Mao was silent for a while, but still smiled lightly: "It doesn't matter if you don't care, I must care."

Huang Lai didn't understand: "Huh? Why?"

Mao bent his lips and smiled jokingly: "Because Masa-kun doesn't care very much, so I want to be more happy for him."

Let him know that his achievements are very dazzling.