Boyfriend is Atobe-kun

Atobe Keigo stared at the phone screen, his face gradually darkened.

It has been 5 minutes since the message was sent, isn't Moe Koizumi even willing to send him a good night?

He put on his nightgown with a little displeasure, opened the door, and walked out of the foggy bathroom.

Still no new messages on the phone screen.

The woman wasn't even curious about how he got on the tram today.

Very good, as expected of you, Moe Koizumi.

The experience of taking the tram this time is actually not a good one.Because, he just realized today that the process of taking the tram is so cumbersome, and he almost got on the wrong bus.

But when Keigo Atobe saw her surprised expression, his originally depressed mood instantly improved a lot.

Next time, invite her to take a helicopter ride.

Then, discuss with my father about taking a stake in the tram company.

The second day of school, the entrance exam.

Looking at the snow-white math test paper on the table, I swiped my pen and wrote a big "solution".

Then there is no more then.

According to the routine in the novel, shouldn’t I write vigorously and write quickly, and then suddenly realize, thus destroying the subject of mathematics?

It's a pity that Atobe's cheering didn't have any effect.

Mathematics, if you don’t know it, you can’t, even if you are pushed.I decided to reconcile with myself and write everything I can write first.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Atobu, who was sitting in front of me, put down his pen with a "snap", which was very clear in this quiet classroom.

Me: Tears.jpg

I could only keep on writing "solution" with tears in my eyes, and then skip countless questions.

When others turn over the paper, I do too.

When others put down their pens, so do I.

In this way, the difficult math test is over.

After I handed in the paper, I could seem to see my soul floating above my head, wanting to ascend to heaven.

"Still alive?" Atobe folded his arms, looked at me proudly, and said, "It's been three years, and your mathematics is still so unglamorous."

I retorted: "God closed a door for me and opened a window for me!"

Atobe smiled: "What window?"

He added: "That window can't be in English."

I:"……"

Dude, you know everything.

He shook his head, feeling helpless at my reaction: "Make time tomorrow at noon."

"doing what?"

"Dinner with my uncle." He said.

I frowned, pretending to be hypocritical and said: "Your commanding tone makes people very uncomfortable."

Atobe raised his eyebrows: "Huh? Forget it." He turned around, as if he was about to leave.

"Wait, I got it." I hurriedly pulled his sleeve with one hand, "I want to eat sushi made by your chef."

He lowered his head, looked at my hand pulling his cuff and said, "Well, I know."

The sushi made by Chef Atobe's family is a must. After returning to Japan, I have never eaten such delicious sushi again.

"Have you eaten well recently?" Atobe asked suddenly.

"Yes, I ate quite a lot." I was at a loss, not understanding why he suddenly asked this.

"It doesn't look healthy." His tone was very flat, and he couldn't hear any other emotions.

I continue to be confused.

Is it the face?I touch my face.

When I went out today, my mother even praised me for my good looks. There is no need for her to lie to me about this.

So, what is wrong with me?

Seeing my confused face, Atobe pointed to my arm, "It's too slender."

I stared at my plump arm like a lotus root, lost in thought.

Um?what are you saying?