[net king] light as fleeting

The chairman's room was so quiet that there was only the sound of flipping papers. Fujiwara sat on the sofa, occasionally glanced at Atobe, and spent the rest of the time staring at the ground under his feet and slowly waiting for the passage of time.

Apart from asking her to make coffee at the beginning, Atobe didn't ask her to do anything, as if she was tacitly allowing her to sit quietly.

"Why are you looking at me all the time?"

When Fujiwara Ri glanced at Atobe occasionally, she could be sure that Atobe never took his eyes off the information in his hand.

"How do you know I'm watching you?"

"My uncle's observation ability is different from that of a dull woman like you."

Faced with such a straightforward belittling, Fujiwara Ri didn't show any anger: "Really? But I obviously didn't see you take your eyes off the information in your hand."

With one hand propped on the desk, Atobe asked back with a slight smile in his light blue eyes: "If you didn't realize it, it doesn't mean you are dull."

"..." Fujiwara Ri withdrew his gaze from each other, and continued to stare at the white floor under his feet with his head down.

"Let's go." Atobe tidied up the desk hastily, and piled up the sorted materials on the corner of the desk.

Fujiwara stood up happily, followed Atobe with her eyes, watching him walk around the desk and walk to the door: "Are you going back to the classroom?"

"To the tennis court."

"Am I going too?"

Fujiwara Ri just asked, Atobe gave a look of 'you are an idiot' and motioned her to keep up.

Atobe stopped, turned around and looked at the girl who was a long way behind him: "Hey woman, hurry up."

Fujiwara Riri, who was walking slowly behind Atobe, immediately trotted to stop beside Atobe, and walked forward side by side with him, Huachi remained silent and followed behind Atobe.

"Ah, I know you. What you said at that time was so handsome." A red-haired boy ran up to Fujiwara passionately and said to himself: "And the tennis theory he said is also very good, how did you do it? ?”

Fujiwara Ri simply replied with one word: "Me?"

Before he could continue speaking, he was interrupted by Atobe who was walking beside him: "Go back and continue training."

"What, I'm just curious. Otherwise, why did you bring her here, Atobe?" Xiang Ri muttered softly, and walked into the tennis court: "It's a hidden treasure."

With a gloomy face, Atobe said slowly, "No matter how close you are, I can still hear you."

Hearing this, Xiang Ri quickened his pace and jumped towards the ninja in the stadium.

"Yushi!! Let's continue fighting."

"What is a hidden treasure? Treasure?"

After leaving one, Atobe forgot that there was another more dull one standing beside him.

"Find a place to sit by yourself." After explaining, Atobe walked to the locker room next to the court with long legs.Huadi remained silent from the beginning to the end, walking behind Atobe like a ghost behind the scenes.

"Student, we meet again."

As soon as Atobe left, Ninzu, who had received a complaint from his partner, smiled maliciously, approached Fujiwara Ri and sat down beside him.

Fujiwara thought for a while, restraining the urge to move away from Renzu: "Hello."

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, Yushi Ninzuzu from Group H for three years." Ninzuzu stretched out his right hand in a friendly gesture.

"Three-year Group B, Fujiwara Ri." Fujiwara Ri hesitated and hesitated, and then stretched out his hand and shook Ninzu in a symbolic way.

"Actually, the first time we met was not in the old warehouse." Pausing for a moment, he organized his words in his mind: "As Yue Ren just said, we just passed by when we saw you teaching classmate Qingqian tennis. .”

Telling a little lie is nothing to Ninzuzu.It can't be said that they just squatted in the grass and witnessed the whole process, which is too rude.Ren Zu nodded, agreeing with his own approach very much.

"Oh." Fujiwara Ri's habitual short response.

"Why did Fujiwara-san think of coming to the Men's Tennis? Do you want to watch the game?" Shinozu still remembered the first time the girl rejected Atobe's invitation because she only liked to watch the game.

"I joined the Student Association."

"..." A black line faintly slid down the forehead, what is the connection between coming to Menwang and joining the students.For the first time, Shinobu was questioning his ability to talk to others.

"Why did you join the Student Association?"

"Hmm." Fujiwara Ri pondered for a while, but couldn't think of an answer: "I don't know."

"Didn't you apply for it yourself?"

"Trace Department said."

Renzu's fox ears immediately stood up, he was sure that he heard the word 'Atobe' correctly: "What did Atobe say?"

"That's what he said."

After changing his clothes, Atobe walked out of the dressing room, and saw Shinobu sitting with Fujiwara Ri.

Atobu, who faintly felt that there was nothing good, called out: "Ninzu, is the amount of training for regular members too easy?"

"Hey, Fujiwara-san, let's talk next time." Renzu shrugged helplessly, he didn't find out the gossip, he was very melancholy, very melancholy.

Although Rita Fujiwara's place was the corner of the stadium, there was an extra girl inexplicably in a place surrounded by boys, which in itself was easy to attract the attention of others.

Thinking of this, Shinozu felt the need to remind Fujiwara Ri: "Just sit here and don't move, especially when you get out of here. If you are thirsty, there is water over there."

Renzu pointed to the place where the water was placed on one side and said: "If you are thirsty, there is water over there."

…………

Fujiwara Ri stared intently at the active figure of everyone on the court, and the small yellow tennis ball went back and forth between the tennis rackets.

Compared with the usual laziness of chatting with her.Now there is more seriousness and excitement on their faces, which is the expression that will only be shown when facing something they are passionate about.

"next."

"The swing is not strong enough, can't even hit this level of ball back? Next."

With a low and slightly angry voice, Fujiwara Ri looked at Atobe in the stadium.

Unlike other members who practice in a team, what Atobe does is guide their movements while sparring with second-year members.

Off-white top and shorts of the same color, the fair and smooth skin can be seen from a distance, and the exquisite appearance matches the tear mole under the right eye.Even tucked away on a tennis court with a lot of people.The boy with purple-gray hair is like a luminous body, attracting everyone's attention.

Atobe took the towel handed by Huachi beside him, and lowered his head slightly to wipe the sweat from his forehead.When he raised his head, his eyes met Fujiwara Ri's, and there was a moment of astonishment on his face.

Walking to Fujiwara Ri, picked up the schoolbag on the bench and threw it into her arms, Atobe told Huadi in front of him: "Huadi, send her to the school gate."

"Yes."

"Goodbye Atobe." Putting on her schoolbag, Fujiwara Ri followed Huachi's footsteps.

"Yeah." Atobe replied simply, leaning back against the railing behind the bench and closing his eyes.

The ninja boy, who hadn't heard the gossip from Fujiwara Ri, resolutely shifted his target.

Shinobu sat down beside Atobe, and leaned on the racket in his hand: "Xiaojing, this seems to be the first time you have personally brought a girl to the tennis club."

Atobe glanced lazily at Renzu: "Just say what you want to say."

"Is it because I agree with her understanding and cognition of tennis, so I became interested in her?"

Atobe did not deny it, and maintained a posture half leaning on the railing: "Ninjazu. This is the first time I think you are gossip."

"...Don't say it so unadorned." The smile on Renzu's face froze instantly: "Who asked you the first two times, you refused to reveal anything. I'm just more curious than others .”

Atobe had enough rest, took the racket and stood up: "Come and play with me."

"The price of asking questions, please be merciful." Renzu shrugged, then stood up, picked up the racket, and walked into the court.

Atobe held the gap and looked at the purple figure in the distance. Perhaps, he was really right?