Boyfriend is Atobe-kun

"A love diary?"

Listening to the confused voice on the other end of the phone, I explained calmly: "Yes, I have been writing the love diary for more than three years, now it's your turn to write it."

There was a long silence on the other end.

In fact, the essential purpose of letting him read the diary is not this, but that I made a lot of mistakes today, so I have to use some things to divert his attention, and it is best to feel the sour and sweet feeling of love in my heart.

In this way,? He will forget my bad habits such as "running without warming up" and "losing things".

I'm such a smart guy.

"So,? Why do you keep the diary at school? Aren't you afraid of being taken by others?" he asked.

I:"……"

Me: "It's strange what you focus on,? Aren't you moved?"

The sound of flipping paper came from the phone, and he didn't know where he saw it.

"I think,? You probably didn't think of showing it to me when you wrote it." Atobe said.

"Why do you think so?"

Boy, where did he see that?

Atobe: "Hmph, just flipping through it and scolding me, what 'smelly straight man',? 'When can mouth addiction be changed', 'secondary school'."

I:"……"

I tried to quibble: "No,? This only shows that when I write it, I have real feelings."

Atobe: "Ahh."

My old face blushed, and I said in shame: "Come back soon,? Stop reading."

"Now see if your ankle is swollen."

Hearing this, I said hello to the driver uncle, and then quietly took off half of my shoes and socks to check.The ankle seems to be slightly swollen at the moment, doesn't it seem to be a serious problem.

"It's okay, I'll go back and apply some ice."

"Well, it will be here soon, hang up."

I put on my shoes, maintained a dignified sitting posture, and waited for Atobu to come back.

Two minutes later, the car door opened, and Atobe bent down and put the schoolbag beside me, perfectly separating me from him.

"Are you sure you want me to write?"

He closed the car door and shook the diary in his hand.

For a moment, I felt that what he was shaking was not the diary, but our precarious love.Maybe after he reads it, his love for me won't be so strong... right.

Me: "You write, I have been writing for so long."

Atobe: "Yes."

Me: "You have to write even when you are abroad, express your love for me every day, and take pictures for business."

"..." He glanced at me and raised his legs, "Seriously?"

I said seriously, "Seriously."

At that time, I would never have imagined that this diary would be seen again one day in the future, and by the way, the children at home would take it out and laugh at it.

If I can travel through time and space, I will definitely stop my unwise decision and kill the black history in its cradle.

thoroughly.

Since my feet have to rest for at least one to two weeks, it is absolutely impossible to run 800 meters.

As a last resort, the monitor had no choice but to arrange for runner Rinko Saozono to take on this project for me.

On the day of the sports meeting, I sprained my ankle and hid under the umbrella of a female classmate I had a good relationship with, quietly listening to their gossip.

"...You know, Arakawa's boyfriend cheated on her. What a good couple."

"Is Huadi in a relationship? Last time I saw him walking with a girl from Qingxue on the street."

"My God, Huadi even has a girlfriend?!"

……

"You guys are really nice."

Rinko Saozono rushed to me in a hurry, and immediately occupied the seat in front of me.

She had just finished running, sweating profusely, pointing at a group of us and said: "One by one, they said before the race that they would wait for me at the finish line, but I didn't see anyone after the run. Everyone else had people waiting, but I didn't!"

"Huh? Zaoyuan, are you finished with the game?"

I deliberately annoyed her and gave her a bottle of peach-flavored soda.

"Don't come here." Rinko Zaozono opened the bottle cap, took a big gulp, calmed down, and said, "You are also lucky, Shiina Toko also reported 800 meters, otherwise you will meet her in the race."

Me: "Oh."

Rinko Zaoyuan: "But she didn't beat me, she was more than ten seconds behind me."

Me: "It's amazing, Zaoyuan."

"That's not true." Her face was full of pride, "How could I lose?"

Sure enough, the next moment, the broadcast rang: "Please come to the south side of the playground to receive the award in time, Rinko Saozono, from Class B of the first year of senior high school."

"Go away."

Rinko Saozono immediately stood up and went to the side of the playground.

More or less students in the class signed up for the project. Gradually, there were fewer people around me. Even the girl with the umbrella expressed that she was too bored to go for a walk.

Me with inconvenient legs: "..."

The stands of Class B and the stands of Class A are very close, and Atobe is standing in the front and giving instructions to the discipline committee member.

I carried my backpack and moved from seat to seat. Finally, I moved to a seat only one meter away from him, and coughed lightly:

"cough."

Atobe happened to finish talking with the disciplinary committee member, and when he turned his head, he saw me.

"Why are you sitting here?" he asked.

"It's too boring, President." I took out a deck of playing cards from my schoolbag and rolled up my sleeves, "Let's play cards, father-son game, the loser is called the winner's father."

Atobe: "..."

Seeing his reluctance, I drew out a deck of truth or dare cards, and said, "Or you can bring a few people over and let's play a confession game."

His eyebrows twitched, probably in discomfort at my nasty taste.

"Are you so bored?" he asked.

"It's too boring, why don't you find something for me to do."

Atobe didn't reply me, I looked up, Yuji Ninzu and Rinko Hayazono finished receiving the award and came from the other side of the playground.

I waved at them, "Hey, come to play cards? Father-son game."

"Poker?"

Rinko Zaozono stepped forward excitedly, "Okay, I haven't played poker for a long time, I must let you call me Dad, hahahahaha."

"It's not very good to play poker here." Yushi Shinozu said.

"Well, I don't think so either." Atobe said, "If it's really boring, there is a job here."

"What job?" I asked curiously.

"You'll know when you come with me," he said.

What is so mysterious?

I follow.

The table is covered with manuscripts, and there are still people sending new manuscripts in a steady stream.

The entire radio room was busy, and I was the only one sitting in front of the microphone, at a loss for words.

"Student Koizumi, this is the manuscript to be read later. No matter what, don't pause for too long."

The female classmate who was busy in silhouette put a stack of handwritten manuscripts in front of me, and immediately went to screen new manuscripts.

"No." I turned my face, looked at the mushroom-head junior beside me, and asked in bewilderment, "Are you a middle-level student who was also pulled over by the Atobu as a free labor?"

"...Yes." He hesitated for a moment and said.

I held my forehead and sighed, "Riji, you have to know how to say no."

Rijiruo stared at me: "..."

Me: "...you can't look up to me."

Rijiruo: "Yes."

Me: "Then, let's divide the manuscript now."

Rijiruo: "Okay."

I took out half of it casually, handed it to him, and said, "I'll go first."

"it is good."

After half an hour, I don't know how many manuscripts I have read describing the heroic appearance of the members of the tennis club.

At first, when I read those descriptions, I would imagine young boys... □□, but after reading too much, I became numb.

"Sister, water."

Taking advantage of the time when the music was playing, Rijiruo thoughtfully handed over a bottle of water.

"Thanks," I said as I uncapped the bottle, "this is so boring, I might as well go back to playing poker."

"Someone will replace it tomorrow." He said calmly.

Me: "I hope so."

The rest time was very short. Seeing that Hijiruo and I were chatting, the female classmate who screened the manuscript quickly stopped: "Mr. Koizumi, there are still manuscripts that have not been read, so persevere."

I gestured "ok" to her.

"Also, just now, the vice president said that he couldn't find the president, please call on the radio and tell him to go to the east side of the playground. I'll go to the bathroom!"

After speaking, she ran out in a hurry.

After getting the character, I cleared my throat and said into the microphone: "The following is a missing person notice, Xiaojing... oh no, sorry..."

Rijiruo:? !

I've realized my mistake, but his sudden wide eyes make me terrified.

"Chairman Atobu, please join Vice-Chairman Shiina at the east side of the playground as soon as possible."

When I finished speaking, I immediately leaned back, away from the microphone.

It's embarrassing to make a mistake in front of the whole school.

"It's okay, senior." Rijiruo comforted me, "It's just a small mistake."

"I hope..." I folded my hands and prayed.

I thought this was embarrassing enough, but unexpectedly, the more embarrassing is yet to come——

"...I'm proud of Class A, I'm proud of Class A..."

I'm reading a three-page manuscript.Although it is anonymous, judging from the beautiful handwriting, it should be written by a female student in Class A.

She especially likes to use those passionate and empty words to describe the sports meeting she saw.If you really imagine based on her description, everyone is a Guinness World Record breaker.

I'm a little tired and a little tired, but I can't stop for too long-this is what the female classmate told me.

She had been going to the bathroom for a long time, and she didn't know what happened to her there.

"...The spring is full of beauty, and the cherry blossoms are falling. At that moment, I saw you."

The more I read, the more something went wrong, and the speed of speaking also slowed down.

——"No matter what, don't stop."

That's what the female classmate said.

I don't care about 21, and continue reading.

"You are radiant and dazzling like the sun. Ever since I fell in love with you at first sight, I have been looking forward to going to and from school every day."

Wait, is this a confession?

I gave Hijiruo a puzzled look.

There was also a confused expression on his face, and he opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something.

Can't pause for too long, her words are like demonic whispers lingering in her ears.I let out a breath and turned the page——

"I like you, student council president, Atobe..."

My breath was stagnant, and my voice gradually became smaller, as if slipping out of my mouth: "Jingwu?..."

Atobe Keigo?

Someone publicly confessed to my boyfriend?

The author has something to say: it is not a crime to collect it.

Also, is 166 really high? The heroine next door has 172... (Tears

感谢在2021-08-19?23:23:13~2021-08-20?22:24:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: zjgdls? 10 bottles;. ? 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!