[Comprehensive] Aftermath of time travel

Well, Yi Chuan Mo compromised under Atobe’s gorgeous aesthetics, but when he saw Juliet’s name on the paper when he drew lots to decide the role, Yi Chuan Mo really felt that there are some things that cannot be compromised, because once compromised, it means Come with the cup.

"Can I ask to be behind the scenes?" He doesn't want to cross-dress qaq.

To this, Uncle Atobe replied with a dazzling smile, held up the card with Romeo and shook it towards him, and threw two words loudly: "No, can."

"...qaq." It's really scary to wear women's clothes.But fortunately, he was not the only one who played against him, and there were quite a few recruits in the tennis club, including Renzu. This made Yi Chuanmo partially healed and began to calm down and rehearse.

In fact, no matter how classic Shakespeare's stage play is, the tone is always a little unacceptable, not to mention that it is said by oneself, the three layers of goosebumps, especially the lingering love words are still against the trace Uncle Bu said, this is hell for Yi Chuanmo.

However, even the days of hell are still going on as usual. Apart from the daily rehearsals, Yi Chuanmo's little life is still very leisurely.The club he joined was Bingdi's most inconspicuous member, the flower and grass club with the least rules and the most relaxed members. Only one day a week is mandatory to report to, and the rest of the time is free.

Therefore, even if Yi Chuanmo rejected Xiangri Boy's club invitation, his club time was still almost tied to the tennis club. Every day when school was over, he would be summoned by Xiangri Boy's serial text messages, and then, with a certain The sheep who only love to sleep huddle in an inconspicuous corner and become the best sleeping friends.

"This is really..." Renzu, who came out to find someone under the order of the minister for the nth time, looked helplessly at the two huddled together, and pushed his glasses that hadn't slipped down. The blue-haired boy felt that his mentality was getting worse and worse. Getting old: In the past, there was only Cilang as a child, and Yue Ren could only be regarded as half. Now there is another one. He is still a teenager in his teens.

Crazy in his heart, the ninja boy still maintains the best elegant smile on his face, and his voice with a Kansai accent has a unique magnetism, which can render inexplicable ambiguity without deliberately pretending.

"Ci Lang, if you don't get up again, today's limited cake will be eaten by Yue Ren."

"...eggs, cakes..." Although he was still in a daze, and even spoke intermittently, the boy with light yellow hair, who seemed to never wake up from his deep sleep, still keenly grasped the key words , eyes slowly opened, and the target was the familiar teammate, "Ah, it's forbearance, the cake can't be given to Yue Ren..."

Already used to Cirou's eating and sleepy temperament, but the boy with feet could not help but twitch the corners of his mouth. Every time he found Cirou, he must be sleeping, and the key word every time he woke up Cirou was always food.

"Yueren had already started eating when I came out, if I don't go back soon..." Needless to say, Cilang was very responsive in eating.

"Then let's go back quickly!" The boy who was still sleepy just now has his eyes full of energy. He was just about to get up from the ground, but his eyes fell on the sleeping friend next to him inadvertently. decision.

"Let's go, don't worry about Xiao Mo." Seeing his teammate's embarrassment, the Renzu boy once again sighed that he was a good person, and then hugged the sweet boy who was still sleeping, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened without a trace.

Sure enough, no matter how many times he felt that Xiao Mo hugged him, Xiang Xiang was softly rolled into a ball in his arms, just like a kitten who would rub against him unintentionally.

Seeing Ninzu like this, Cirou immediately cheered and ran towards the tennis club, more precisely, he ran towards his cake, leaving only Ninzu boy holding the boy, stepping on the dry ground without haste, As the breeze blew, some strands of the boy's black hair brushed against the back of the boy's hands, causing an indescribable itching that slowly spread.

Yi Chuanmo...

His eyes fell unconsciously on the face of the boy in his arms. There was not much expression on the face covered by the hair, and the complex emotions in his eyes were hidden by his downcast eyes—this boy was not from the same country as them, except Apart from Yue Ren's connection, they shouldn't have had any contact with him.Even if there is, it shouldn't be penetrated into the depths unknowingly like now, and when they realize it, they find that they can no longer refuse the boy's smile.

They have long understood and accepted that different families make different lives.It's not that they didn't have unrealistic dreams. When other children enjoy the warmth of their families and they can only face the empty and sprawling mansion alone on their birthdays, they also thought that it would be nice if they could exchange.

But this is just a dream after all, and it will pass away without a trace in a flash. Gradually they grow up, and then they understand that responsibilities and rights complement each other. They enjoy the wealth and rights given by the family, so they have the responsibility to bear the responsibility. Lay down the burden.Therefore, their friends have a circle, and if they don't go out, others can't come in.

This boy was an exception, he was brought in by the Yueren, so abruptly and naturally blurring the boundaries of this circle, he walked in.It is obvious that they have different ideas from them, and it is impossible for them and him to accept each other, and there is even an irreconcilable conflict.

But the boy with a simple family has an indescribable inclusiveness, just like the dark night, which can give a bounded living body a sense of belonging.He couldn't tell what it was like, but just looking at the boy's smile, he would relax unconsciously. That kind of relaxation was not because he had forgotten his responsibilities, but because he suddenly felt that the road ahead was no longer heavy.

What a strange person.

A soft sigh fell in the wind and became silent. The dark blue-haired boy suddenly laughed, and his eyes, which had always been impervious to emotion, revealed a bit of softness.

——It must be a strange person to think like this.

Soon, the silence was replaced by the noise, and the support team consciously backed away when they saw Renzu holding the boy and walking towards the door of the tennis department-they were no strangers to such a scene, from the first time they saw it Surprised by the current habit, some girls even feel that such a scene is so warm and ambiguous.

Except for one person, that proud and excellent girl, Minako Miyano, she stepped out and blocked Renzuzu's progress, her beautiful almond eyes narrowed slightly, and when she fell on Renzuzu's body carrying the boy, she showed bright dissatisfaction.

"Didn't you say that non-tennis club members are not allowed to enter? Then why does he get an exception?" This is a question, but this question is not enough to be unreasonable. It can be said that Minako Miyano's question is very fair, just as if Does not contain any selfishness.