[net king] light as fleeting

Because of a minister, the air pressure around the tennis club has been at low pressure for several days without any relief.All the members tried their best to keep the situation unobtrusive, and trained with trepidation and extra effort, so as not to mistakenly offend a certain minister who was in an extremely bad mood and was about to explode.

In the beginning, Atobe waited patiently for Ri Fujiwara to come to him, one day, two days... four days passed.Atobe still didn't even see Fujiwara Ri.

In addition, every night in Fujiwara Ri's desk, Sakurai Azusa deliberately wrote notes to annoy him.The self-cultivation that Atobe thinks is on the verge of breaking out.So, on the fifth day, he waited in front of the classroom door of the second group at the time when get out of class was over early.

Fujiwara Ri's first reaction when seeing him again was to subconsciously hide behind Sakurai Azusa who was beside him, avoiding him like a snake.Atobe's face darkened instantly, before he could speak.

Sakurai Azusa seized the opportunity, grabbed Fujiwara Ri and immediately slipped through another classroom door, and the figures of the two were quickly submerged in the crowd after school.

Atobe was left alone and stood there, gritting his teeth secretly.The answer the stupid woman gave him was this,

As a result, the air pressure around the tennis court not only did not weaken due to the prolongation of time, but became even worse.Even the main candidates didn't dare to offend the trace department at this time, for fear that if they were not careful, they would become the ones who blocked them.

"Thank you, boss." Ri Fujiwara tied her long hair into a ponytail and thanked the owner of the restaurant in front of her respectfully again: "Thank you."

The owner of the restaurant tried to persuade him with some regrets, "You really don't think about coming to help again?"

"If there is a chance next time. Sorry, boss, we still have something to do." Sakurai Azusa waved playfully to the restaurant owner, dragged Fujiwara Ri to aim at the seconds of the traffic lights, and pulled people across the road quickly.

Pushing open the glass door of a shop, the two walked in together.Several rows of glass shopping shelves are filled with all kinds of delicate and beautiful gifts.There are lamps made of crystal and wooden sculptures made of wood.

Sakurai Azusa pulled Fujiwara Ri around the shop, looked at Fujiwara Ri who just looked quietly and said nothing: "Have you considered what to give?"

"That." Fujiwara Ri pointed to several balls of wool of different colors placed in the corner of the shop.

Sakurai Azusa looked in the direction Fujiwara pointed, and was stunned for a moment before recovering her own voice: "Knitting yarn? Weaving a scarf?"

Fujiwara nodded sincerely.

"You can?"

Fujiwara nodded sincerely again: "I learned from the book and weaved once."

"No, change it to something else." Azusa Sakurai twitched her lips, dismissing Fujiwara Ri's point of view: "Why do you weave things for Atobe? Working part-time these days is already very hard."

"It doesn't need to be too long, it can be woven in three or four days." Fujiwara Ri tugged at Sakurai Azusa's arm, as if asking: "Xiao Azusa?"

Sakurai Azusa couldn't resist Fujiwara Rilai's move at all, if she quarreled with her directly and confidently, she would be tougher instead.

Flattening her lips, Sakurai Azusa responded casually, "It's up to you."

Fujiwara Ri approached the pile of wool balls in a few steps, half bent down, and picked the color of the wool balls.Azusa Sakurai, who was behind him, had a tangled face of grievance and dissatisfaction.

Why only Atobe has it...she wants it too.

Why did she ask Fujiwara Ri to come out to work as a temporary worker, why did she persuade Fujiwara Ri to make up gifts after her birthday...

After the selection, Sakurai Azusa took Fujiwara Ri to eat a box of octopus balls before sending Fujiwara Ri on the way home.

"Hmph, silver-gray and blue. Why did you choose these two colors? They're so ugly." Azusa Sakurai held the color of the wool ball bought by Ri Fujiwara in her hand, and belittled dissatisfiedly: "It's not good-looking."

"Isn't it good-looking?" Fujiwara Ri stopped immediately after hearing this, and took the wool back from Azusa Sakurai's hand in a somewhat bewildered manner, holding it tightly in her hand.

Fujiwara Ri bit her lower lip lightly, her drooping eyelashes twitched a few times, and Azusa Sakurai was so frightened that she immediately changed her words: "No, no, it's very pretty. I said it's not good-looking..."

Azusa Sakurai glanced around guiltily, and pointed at the bag in Fujiwara Ri's hand that was used to hold the ball of wool: "I mean the blue color of the bag when I say ugly!"

"Look, the color is much darker than the one in your hand, and it's almost black and blue. It's not good-looking." Sakurai Azusa looked at Fujiwara Ri's completely unconvinced expression, and then added: "The place in the hand is matched with silver. Gray bags are uglier...really!"

Fujiwara Ri picked up the bag in her hand and looked at it seriously.It was found that the color on the bag was exactly the same as Sakurai Azusa said.

"What I said is true! Right." Sakurai Azusa breathed a sigh of relief seeing the doubts on Fujiwara Ri's face disappear.The heart is even more miserable, it is really asking for guilt.

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Sakurai Azusa sent Fujiwara Ri home and left by herself. Fujiwara was relieved when she received a message from Sakurai Azusa that she had arrived home safely before dinner.

After eating dinner and taking a shower, I took out the wool balls and scarf knitting utensils I bought in the afternoon.Fujiwara Ri huddled in the corner of the sofa, repeating the towel weaving in her hand with a serious expression, moving back and forth up and down.

Pausing occasionally, recalling the steps her mother patiently taught her little by little.

'If there is someone who can make you feel warm, then giving him a scarf is a good way to express love'

'It means, I like your warmth, more like giving you warmth'

Fujiwara Ri recalled her mother back then, with words that were similar to whispers.White and transparent teardrops kept dripping on her hands, soaking into the scene of the woolen yarn.

The phone rang without warning, and Fujiwara Ri suddenly recovered.Flipping off the sofa in a hurry, she walked towards the head of the bed.Without looking further, he opened the phone cover and pressed the answer button.

"Stupid woman!" An angry voice came from the phone.

Even if it was just a voice, Atobe himself was not seen.Fujiwara Ri shrank back subconsciously, remained silent, and did not dare to respond.

Listening to the sound of shallow breathing from the other side of the phone, Atobe tried his best to calm down his irritable mood: "Speak."

Fujiwara Ri whispered, "Atobe."

Atobe relaxed and leaned on the sofa in the room.Looking at the night scene outside the glass window with his face turned sideways, as Fujiwara Ri called his voice, his restless mood gradually calmed down.

Slightly frowning, waiting for Fujiwara Ri's next words.Atobe waited for a few minutes, but there was no movement on the phone except for the sentence just now.

After finally calming down his anger, he surged up again: "Why did you avoid my uncle, didn't you explain?"

"Yes." Fujiwara Ri smiled softly through the phone.She remembered that when she first decided to avoid Atobe and buy gifts secretly, she was very worried that Atobe would be angry.

Sakurai Azusa tried to comfort her several times, but to no avail.In the end, he simply poked her forehead and said that he wanted to make a bet with her. Even if Atobe would be angry, he would still come to her to explain.At that time, it means that he cares about you very much.

Listening to the shallow laughter coming from the mobile phone, the veins on Atobu's forehead throbbed faintly: "Don't laugh."

"Atobe, can you give me another three days?" Fujiwara Ri closed her eyes halfway, and pressed her right hand on her chest, where the birthday gift Atobe gave her a few days ago was hanging: "Also, you take the initiative to call Call me, I'm very happy, sneaking away in front of the classroom door, I didn't mean it, please don't be angry...I like, like you very much, "

Fujiwara Ri quickly finished the last sentence, before waiting for Atobe's response, she quickly cut off the call.However, the cheeks that had finished confessing could not help but flush a little red.

Listening to the busy signal from the mobile phone, Atobe still maintained the action of answering the phone.After he came back to his senses, he glanced at the time displayed on the phone, and he was stunned for more than half an hour...

The stupid woman asked him to wait another three days.Recalling the soft female voice in my ear, saying the word 'like', the corners of Atobe's lips raised slightly uncontrollably.

The author has something to say: Update, update, I am a hardworking boy...

I found that once the article is revised, there are many small details that need to be changed~

Sorry for the late update TT folks.In the past two days, I will definitely fix all the small details, and then speed up the coding

Rush to the end!Go, go, go, go...【This guy is pumped