[Comprehensive] Aftermath of time travel

Faced with this kind of questioning, Renzu didn't show any anger on his face, but in the eyes blocked by the glasses, the real emotions have already been hidden, leaving only a gentle mask and the ambiguous voice that seems to be on the tip of the tongue .

"Of course it's because...Xiao Mo is a family member of the tennis club."

The moderate voice was heard by everyone present because of the quietness of the support group, and they stood there stunned, not because their ability to accept it was too weak, but because the word family has too much connotation, especially in the voice of Renzu What is said is more of a layer of inexplicable feeling.

Even Minako Miyano was stupefied, and after a moment of stupefaction, she said angrily, "Are you kidding? What family members? Don't Ninzu-kun think that selfishness is too much? Since the rules are set, no one should make an exception. !"

Such a righteous accusation was met with a sneer, and that gaze swept across the girl's eyes lightly. The coldness in it made the girl feel fear and panic for a moment, but she suddenly thought of something to rely on and had to start again. Pride was restored.

"What right do you have to question what I want to do?" The incomparably proud words sounded from behind Minako Miyano, obviously so arrogant, but because the person who said these words was Keigo Atobe, so Everything became natural, and no one felt anything wrong with the disdain in their eyes, even though the object of the disdain was Minako Miyano who was called Ice Empress.

"Atobe!" He raised his voice out of composure, making the originally pleasant voice harsh. Miyano Minako stared at Atobe fiercely, her eyes flickering in disbelief, and she pointed her slender fingers at Shinobu. The boy in her arms said, "He is neither a member of the tennis club nor an heir to a big family. Why do you defend him like this? Am I more qualified than him?"

But they refused her entry and accepted Yi Chuanmo, which was the greatest insult to her.

Regarding Miyano Minako's words, Atobe just sneered, and said lightly: "I am happy." Turning his head, he glanced at Shinobu, and his gaze slowly fell on the boy's quiet face, "Let's go."

Smiling and nodding, Shinobu held the boy and passed by Minako Miyano, no matter it was Atobe or Shinozu, they didn't leave a glance to Minako Miyano.

Even if she is excellent and beautiful, so what?But an irrelevant one.

The dangling hands of the girl who was treated coldly clenched tightly into fists, and several months of tooth-shaped wounds suddenly appeared on the white and tender palms. Anger, jealousy, shame, hatred... Negative emotions filled the girl's proud heart. Full, she is not reconciled!Not reconciled! !

Obviously she is the most suitable person to stand among them, isn't she?She is the most special one, and she should be their protagonist.For this, she gave everything including her soul, but all she got in the end was their indifferent backs?No, she doesn't accept it!Now that she has paid, she must get the enjoyment she deserves.

In getting and giving, she does not allow any deviation.

No one cared about the girl's reluctance. The sleeping boy opened his eyes after entering the tennis club. The clarity in them showed that he had been awake for a long time. Regarding this, Shinobu and Atobu just chuckled and didn't say much .

Jumping off Ninjazu's arms, the boy yawned, ran to the chair next to the Atobe seat and sat down familiarly, and greeted the tall boy beyond his age with a smile.

"Yo, Emperor Hua."

"Wushi." The taciturn Emperor Hua still had no expression on his face, but his dull eyes flickered slightly, showing a trace of gentleness.

The boy who had long been used to Huadi's dull temper didn't mind this kind of indifference, he just rested his chin on one hand and sighed boredly while watching the tennis club's training.

"I said you don't have to worry about me, just throw me where I am and let me sleep, and bring me over every time, Emperor Hua, do you think your uncle and Renzu are full and have nothing to do? "God knows that every time he is carried over, he will be woken up. It's so uncomfortable that he didn't get enough sleep.

A certain uncle who came over and listened to the boy's words clearly snorted coldly, and looked down with contempt as much as he wanted: "Didn't you get enough sleep before? Every day you eat and sleep. Those great achievements you made during class Uncle has heard a lot, from sleeping in after class to sleeping in class, I think you are more sleepy than Ci Lang."

Yue Ren brought this person up at the beginning to let him feel youthful and to connect with each other, but this person is good, and all the connections went to Cilang, and within two days, the two of them became the tennis club. The hiding place of the most famous sleeping partner is getting harder and harder to find.

"It was obviously gorgeous before, why is it getting less and less gorgeous?" Master Atobe has always been puzzled by this question. In the beginning, the boy's life and rest were quite normal, but gradually, Xiao Mo became Cirou's second. , there is even a faint tendency to surpass Cilang's status as the sleeping god.

Regarding Atobe's question, Yi Chuanmo scratched his head and laughed twice, and his casual tone made people jump: "Your uncle is gorgeous, and you have the ability to stay up 24 hours a day."

Convex!

Relying on strong self-control, Master Atobe twitched the corners of his mouth and did not give the other party a slap, "Don't change the concept secretly, you should understand what I mean." From normal to abnormal, or just Either a physical problem or a conscious problem, neither of which bodes well.

Aware of Atobe's concern hidden in his words, the boy finally restrained his smile and sighed softly. He raised his eyes, his clear eyes were as black as ink, and the slight ripples shone with a charming halo.

"Atobe, I'm fine, it's just..." Gradually fading away from the next words, the boy lowered his eyelids, his fine eyelashes trembling, casting tiny shadows in the light, "I just can't let go of some extravagant thoughts. "

As for the extravagance, the boy didn't say, and Atobe didn't ask, this is their way of getting along, no matter how close they are, there will be no tough prying, and the degree of tightness makes people feel warm.

"Don't worry." Looking up again, the boy had already put on a bright smile, and he couldn't find a trace of haze, "Just wait until I figure it out, don't worry."

Facing the boy's smiling face quietly, for a moment, the silver-gray boy turned his head, and there was a bit of blunt embarrassment in his proud voice as before: "Don't think too much, how could my uncle have that kind of not gorgeous face?" emotions?" He just, just couldn't get used to it, not worried.

"Cut." Now it was the boy's turn to despise the old man, with a smiling face and a gentle voice, but the words he uttered were extremely straightforward, "Awkward and arrogant, Mr. Atobe, are you still a child?"