[net king] light as fleeting

After a few days of training, Ri Fujiwara came to the appointed place again, but did not see Kiyoshi Mizune herself.At the corner of the ground, there was a piece of white paper pressed by branches.

Fujiwara Ri stepped forward and picked it up to read. On the paper was written the words 'Sorry, I have something to do today'.

Fujiwara Riri didn't really care if Kiyoshi Mizune could come or not. In the past few days, she had roughly explained to Kiyoshi Mizune what she should analyze and pay attention to. She also practiced simulated tennis skills a few times. Most of the following All that is required is self-directed learning.

Crumple up the paper casually and throw it away in the trash can placed beside the campus road.Fujiwara Ri glanced around, hesitated for a while, chose the road closest to her, and walked straight along the road.

A soothing and steady melody attracted Fujiwara Ri's attention. She stopped her casual pace and looked up at the building where the music was coming from her head.

From the open window, one could see a young man sitting in front of the piano, his slender fingertips nimbly jumping on the black and white keys.

Atobe was playing the piano intently, when suddenly, the door of the music teacher was opened.A purple figure walked in and closed the door behind him.

When closing the door, Fujiwara Ri had tried to be as gentle as possible. When the door closed, there was still a little sound, which attracted the attention of the other two people in the music room.

Someone who didn't realize it went straight around a long row of tables and chairs, and sat down on the chair of the first table in front of the piano.Seemingly realizing that the sound of the piano had stopped, Fujiwara Ri tilted his head and asked, "Aren't you going to play?"

Atobe ignored Fujiwara Ri's question, knocked on the piano cover with his slender knuckles, and asked in a low and hoarse voice, "Who let you in?"

Shaking his head, Fujiwara praised without hesitation: "No one, I want to hear you play the piano, it's very nice."

Atobe was silent for a while, pressing his slender fingers on the keys in front of him.Gentle music flowed from his fingers again.Winding around the music room, it seems that even the slowly flowing air has been integrated into it, making people calm down with the melody.

After the song was over, the corners of Atobe's lips raised slightly in satisfaction, but his eyes were on Fujiwara Ri lying on the table, and his face suddenly sank slightly.

Said that he played the piano very well, but this woman dared to hear him lying on the table and sleeping!

Fujiwara Li lay on the table, opened his eyes, looked at Atobe in puzzlement, and seemed to be silently asking: Why didn't you continue playing?

"If it was just to get my uncle's attention, you did it. But this uncle is not interested in you." Atobe staggered Fujiwara Ri's gaze, took down the white porcelain water glass placed on the piano cover, and moved closer to his thin lips, He took a sip gracefully.

Fujiwara Ri sat up straight, and began to carefully look at the boy in front of him.

The boy's complexion was very fair, his short purple-gray hair was slightly curled on both sides, and a tear mole under his right eye made the boy who already had perfect facial features even more beautiful.

The clothes are the costumes of boys in the third grade of Ice Emperor. The upper body is a white shirt with a dark red tie around the neckline. On the left chest of the shirt is the word 'Emperor' impressively embroidered.

If she remembers correctly, the trousers are blue-gray plaid trousers. Fujiwara glanced at the tall boy standing behind the boy. The male god's school uniform was in the second grade, so Fujiwara couldn't confirm that she had I remember correctly.

"Are you angry?" After a few minutes of silence, Fujiwara lied on the table again and explained in a soft voice with uncertain doubts: "I just think that listening to the melody with eyes closed can feel more The artistic conception that the melody wants to express."

"I'm not angry." After listening to Fujiwara Ri's explanation, Atobe curled his lips, affirming her statement.

Fujiwara Ri was still lying on the table, looking sideways at the scenery outside the window, and suddenly said a word.

"May I know your name?" Qingqian Shuiyin asked her name for the first time, it seems... that's the only way to ask, right?

If she wasn't the only girl here, Atobe thought he didn't hear clearly: "You don't know my uncle? Name? Huh?"

"I don't know." Maybe because he felt that the question asked by the boy was a bit strange, Fujiwara Ri turned his head and stared at Atobe, and asked again and again: "Can you tell me?"

"Kego Atobe, remember it."

This name seems familiar, Fujiwara thought carefully, and it seems that her head teacher mentioned it to her in class: "Is that Atobe who got the first grade in the whole grade?"

"Hmm." I felt that Fujiwara Ri's question was a bit redundant.Atobe simply responded.

Fujiwara Ri confirmed that she was right, and introduced herself briefly: "Fujiwara Ri."

Hearing the other party's name, Atobe automatically connected the person in front of him with the owner of the voice he heard in the grass a few days ago.

Will the audience only remember the winner forever?The corners of his lips curled up slowly with a hint of provocation, and Atobe once again combined this name with another rumored incident in the whole school: "The rumored third-year transfer student was the last one in the whole grade. A person with more than [-] points in a subject?"

Fujiwara Ri lowered her eyes, raised her hand to wipe her itchy forehead rubbed by bangs, and admitted in a low voice, "It's me."