[Comprehensive] I could have HE!

[Perhaps in the time spent with girls in Atobe, there were rarely such peaceful moments, so the boy would not find it strange that he would remember this promise.

The next day was the day when her parents returned home, and Eri had to stay overnight at Atobe's house due to the request of her elders.I don't know why, but the girl looked very restless that night, and as the sky got darker, her expression became more serious.

Finally, the tight string in my mind broke completely at twelve o'clock with the sound of the email notification.

She didn't even open the email, picked up the coat on the sofa and was about to go out, just in time to be seen by Atobe, the boy held the handrail of the second floor aisle and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go home."

"Now?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at the time indicated by the clock in the living room. "You should know that my uncle won't send you back just because of your whim."

The girl who used to have a habit of arguing with him just fell silent when she heard the words, "It's okay, I'll go by myself."

Atobe was stunned for a moment, then saw her figure had disappeared behind the door.

"...Wait a minute!" Although I was thinking in my heart that I should just let her fend for herself, but I don't know why, when I realized it, I had already chased after her.

Eri lowered her head, looking at the young man in a famous brand who was unlocking the bicycle with a very unskilled gesture.

She hesitated, "...you really will..." Maybe it was too straightforward to say so, she thought about it for a while, and then changed her words, "Have you really mastered this skill?"

Atobe: "..." Didn't go anywhere tactfully, hey! !

"Shut up." No matter how dissatisfied he was, Atobe couldn't do something like let the girl go home alone in the middle of the night, so he had to dig out a bicycle from an unknown corner. The girl said, "Get in the car."

"You are such an overbearing president on a bicycle. I've only seen you." The girl jumped on the back seat and patted him on the shoulder encouragingly.

"..." Atobe wanted to throw her out.

Atobe's house is not close to Beichuan's house. Atobe thought it would be an embarrassing and tormenting time, but when the night wind passed by his side and blew towards the girl's eyes and eyebrows, something softened quietly in his heart down.

He felt that someone behind him gently grabbed the corner of his clothes with the strength not to disturb him, and suddenly felt that her unreasonable whim behavior was not completely unforgivable.

When they arrived at the street near Beichuan's house, the girl thanked her and left in a hurry, looking like she was in a hurry.

He is obviously not a very curious person, but by a strange coincidence, that night, he looked up in the direction where she left. She was raising her head, talking to the handsome young man in front of her. It's the same as it went up, and it can never be healed.

After a long time, she walked back slowly with her head down, and saw that Atobe was still in place, with a surprised expression on her face.

"...What are you doing?" Atobe frowned uncomfortably with her gaze, "Is my uncle the kind of person who knows you will come back crying and still turns a blind eye?"

"It's not that exaggerated." Although she said so, she reached out and touched her cheek tentatively, "No..."

"You obviously look like you're going to die of sadness." He cast a sideways glance at the girl, "Even if you cry now, I won't laugh at you. The opportunity is rare, so don't waste it in vain."

"No." She rejected the proposal without hesitation, took a deep breath, "Let's go back."

Although I seldom experienced it, when people are vulnerable, in the eyes of the teenager, it is not something worth embarrassing.

And the posture she repeatedly concealed in front of him made him suddenly rebellious, wanting to cut through that layer of disguise that could be easily seen through.

"Are you sure?" Atobe raised his eyebrows, looked over her shoulder to the road ahead covered by trees, and speculated, "Tezuka is still there."

"..."

The influence of this sentence is obviously more useful than his comfort.

She seemed to have finally noticed the fatigue of not sleeping in the middle of the night. She sat on the steps of the closed coffee shop next to her and rubbed her temples. eyes.

Her eyes were so clear that the boy suddenly couldn't ask any questions.

"Do you think," Eri paused, with a curious expression on his face, "...do I am a girl who would make low-level communication mistakes like 'casually chatting with other men about her ex'?"

Atobe: "..."

He didn't really want to know at first, but her appearance of trying to evade it with an ambiguous attitude is like a switch, which can always easily ignite the anger in the young man's heart.

He straightened his lips, looked away coldly, and refused to answer her.

The belated embarrassment and silence finally began to spread in the air.

After a while, the girl who noticed his gloomy mood sighed softly as if compromising, and said frankly, "...Actually, today is my birthday."

I don't know if he is explaining the reason for Tezuka's appearance, or simply wants to tell him about it.

"It seems weird to take the initiative to say this kind of thing," she held her chin, frowning in some trouble, "but the last person who will say 'Happy Birthday' to me, because of the lie I just told, will probably never won't forgive me."

"..." Although she was saying something he couldn't understand, she was the real one now.

The boy's indifferent expression froze on his face, and he looked down at her slowly. Normally, he always felt that the other party's easy-going attitude made him unable to adapt, but when she restrained her superficial jokes and revealed her true feelings, she was still the same. It will make him feel helpless.

He really... can't get along with this person.

I just don't know why, and I can't let her continue to be sad like this.

Atobe stood there for a while, and found that in the middle of the night when no one was around, even if he had a lot of skills, he had no place to display them. In the end, he could only say "don't move and wait for me here", and turned to blend into the night.

Eri didn't have to wait long, and saw him coming back with a... well, the most common kind of breakfast bread bought in a convenience store, and he got a candle on it from somewhere.

"You'd better not show me a disgusted expression." Before she could speak, the young man warned first, "...Who knows this kind of thing, my uncle never takes money when he goes out."

Eri: "..." So this is the cake you worked so hard to get by brushing your face...

Although it was an overly simple intention, she couldn't do anything to snub the boy, so she twitched the corners of her mouth, but unfortunately she was interrupted mercilessly before she could say anything.

"It's best not to show such a hypocritical smile."

"..."

Eri had nothing to say, and could only pull a few grasses from the nearby green belt with annoyance at being exposed, and threw them at the refreshing young man who had already taken a bath.

Atobe usually has zero tolerance for this kind of thing, but seeing her miserable appearance of having just lost love and celebrating her birthday alone, she couldn't explain why, so she followed her and sat next to her.

"Hey," he heard his own voice say, "make a wish."

"No wishes."

She blew out the weak candle that was trembling in the night wind, looked at the eyesight department, "This gap is a bit big, the gift you gave last time was a Swarovski diamond chain."

"...Cut." The young man was rarely embarrassed, and he emphasized uncomfortably, "Didn't you say that you didn't bring any money..." He thought for a while, and then blurted out the second sentence, "I will make it up next year."

In fact, it can be made up tomorrow.

However, I just want to extend the deadline a little bit.

The girl didn't understand the meaning of his words, clasped her hands together and begged, "Then please, be more gorgeous then."

"A vanity woman."

"What, I obviously asked for it to accommodate your style of painting."

In my impression, that was the first time, and probably the only time, when she took off her mask in front of the boy and showed weakness.

She can casually challenge Tezuka Kunimitsu's ice cube face when they meet for the first time, and she can also talk to her friend Yuji Ninata, but only in front of Keigo Atobe, she is like a stingy miser who puts her own Emotions are hidden behind layers of shackles, and the surface is covered with an indifferent smile.

Why... only he is the exception.

Is it because of the same arrogant soul, the forcibly intersecting lines of fate, the indifferent attitude of the boy by the pool, or because of the fear of being stabbed by his sharp to sharp eyesight?

At that time, Eri still didn't understand. 】

The Ice Empress at dawn was still very quiet.

Standing in front of the window of the president's office, Atobe Keigo surveyed his campus with a condescending gaze. When he saw a figure that was not unfamiliar, his eyes froze for a moment.

The girl lowered her head to check her phone from time to time, as if she was waiting for some important information, and didn't even pay attention to the billboard in front of her.

Before she could hit it, someone pulled her roughly from behind.

Atobe Keigo put aside his intention to make a phone call to divert her attention, and watched Hochotaro and Eri walk into the school gate together, with a cold arc on the corner of his lips, from the surface, it was impossible to tell what mood he was in.

Now that what I promised her last year has already been done... then, it really doesn't matter now.

Obviously, this development trend has been expected from the very beginning, but when it is realized that it is really coming, there will still be a sense of emptiness of giving up something, which is really absurd and ridiculous.

Their figures disappeared behind the teaching building together. The boy closed the curtains, turned around and walked out neatly.

Hochotaro, who was responsible for tutoring, checked the girl's homework from the previous day. After a while, he nodded with satisfaction, "Senior has made great progress. If this continues, there will be no problem with the second grade content."

He flipped through other exercises, and suggested, "I'm not very proficient in the third grade questions... why don't you ask Senior Renzu?"

"Ah?" Eri broke away from the distracted state, only heard the words 'Ninzuzu-senpai', and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong with Yuuji?"

"...Senior," the boy sighed helplessly, "are you really listening to me?"

"I'm sorry, Chotaro." She stuck out her tongue, put down the motionless mobile phone in her hand, and looked a little tangled, "...It's strange, why didn't you reply to me, it clearly shows that you have read it."

Hochotaro looked down at the dimmed phone screen, and asked curiously, "Is it your boyfriend?"

"How is that possible..." Eri said, resting her chin, "If I have a boyfriend who doesn't answer emails, his tenure will only be 10 minutes at most."

She thought for a while, then suddenly froze, and murmured, "...So, did you really become an ex-boyfriend..."

Feng Chotaro: "..." Seniors who broke up because of this reason, no matter how you look at it, their view of love is very mysterious.

"Is that Tezuka-senpai?" the boy asked unexpectedly.

"--Eh?"

Facing the girl's expression of "how would you know?", the boy scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "Well...I heard the conversation between Tezuka-senpai and Yukimura-senpai yesterday...but I really didn't mean to eavesdrop. It's just, um...the willow fish just happened to be placed in that place..."

"Really?" The girl didn't care much about the content behind, she waved her hand to interrupt his explanation, "What did they say?"

"Huh? This, is it really appropriate for me to say it?" The boy asked Eri with incomparably pure eyes, and the innocent light flickered in it, so that no one with integrity like her could continue to talk about this child.

"Damn it," Eri had no choice but to look down and find Yukimura's name from the address book, and complained in a low voice, "What, why does this guy always seem to know more than me..."

The author has something to say:

Eri, who is also very confused today: I am so angry, you will all take pills when I clear the level.

I regret to inform you that Mr. Rigeng was killed in the front line, and he couldn't be rescued even if he was rescued... There will probably be no update tomorrow...