[True luck] My young taming is too lax!

"When did Judy know someone?"

The boy who raised his eyebrows high and looked puzzled looked at the two figures in private clothes in the corner of the restaurant, and couldn't understand his sister's actions before.The two teenagers in the distance are not tall and have very different temperaments, but they entered and exited together during today's exhibition match and break time, and they seemed to have a very good relationship.

Zhan looked again at the woman sitting next to him who was blushing and staring into the distance, as if he suddenly saw a relationship with someone who couldn't beat him, "I just found out that there is such a powerful guy in the Japanese team today." ..."

The boy with short dark brown hair was tall and thin, and he looked like a model even in a tracksuit.The unique skeleton of the Nordic people makes him full of charm, but there is an extremely gorgeous face on the nine-headed body full of hormones. Seventeen-year-old Jen, who has always been troubled by his resemblance to his sister, was greatly relieved to see someone diverting Judith's attention today.

He looked suspiciously for a while, and found that his elder sister was different from the usual cold eyes, like... like a star-chaser girl, if it wasn't for the confirmation of his elder brother sitting across from him who was having an elegant meal, it would be hard for Zhan to believe his own Eye.

"She struck up a conversation by herself, who knows what she's thinking." Jerol shrugged, and picked up the tomato on the plate, "But that boy is indeed very spiritual, I almost want to pat him..."

"he's mine."

Judith stared at the man opposite him coldly, "Plane photography can't show his beauty at all, it's something that cut corners."

Jerol raised his eyebrows, "Your condescending painter attitude again, why, isn't photography art?"

"Don't downgrade the photography, my dear brother. Dress up with light makeup and get two malnourished models. The fashion industry is nothing more than that now." Judith looked at him with a sneer and raised eyebrows. "You complained to me about this yourself. You fought your way into that so-called top-level studio for a year. Have your films made any name?"

There was obvious disdain on her brows, as if she had a grudge against the fashion industry that Jerol said, "At least in the painting world, you won't just sleep with a model by any investor, and change the photographer if you disagree. .”

Jerol frowned fiercely, breathing heavily with his mouth tightened.He seemed to have been stabbed in the wound, his whole body was exuding coldness, and his face was so cold that Zhan, who was sandwiched between the two, could hardly breathe.

"...I don't want to hear you arguing, Judy, Jay." Zhan sighed. Every time the twins would quarrel inexplicably in front of him, they should be very close people, but they parted ways in art. on the contrary.

He comforted the two children-like brothers and sisters who were obviously older than him for a while, secretly watching their faces.Graduation is approaching, and the two people who are engaged in the art and fashion industries are almost getting farther and farther apart. Compared with Judith, who has a place in the painting world, Jerol, who is struggling in the relatively more competitive and chaotic fashion industry, has always been Nothing goes well.Zhan knew very well that in Judith's eyes, it would be difficult for Jerol, who fell into the big dye vat, to continue to stick to his ideas, but at the same time they hoped to see their brother play his own game.

The atmosphere at the table was suffocatingly cold.The waiter who put on the dessert was about to be frozen to death, he forced a smile and introduced it, and then quickly left.

"You need to come up with your work, Jay."

After a while, Judith whispered, as if the quarrel just now didn't exist, "You need an irreplaceable model, or a subject with enough gold content. You can't wait for others to come to you, you have to be like me Similarly, grab the unique baby in your hands at the first time, such as Yukimura. Then shoot him to make people suffocate, make people crazy, and make people scream."

Her gaze was very casual, but her expression was extremely serious, which made Jerol put down what he wanted to refute.

"Artists can't waste their aura. Your work was so clean a few years ago, but now it's completely boring commercial waste." Her words were very straightforward, and her criticism was merciless, but Jerol knew this very well. What a sharp-eyed sister is.

"Tell me whether you like photography or fashion." She turned her head and stared at Jerol's blue eyes, not letting go of a slight change in expression, "If it's fashion, then I won't talk about it anymore, whatever you want How are you tossing around?"

She also has a pair of blue eyes, but compared to Jerol's blue eyes, her gray-blue pupils have a touch of artist's nervousness and melancholy, which made Jerol fall into it for a while, and remained silent for a long time.

He remembered fiddling with his father's antique camera as a child.The first photo I took in my life was the pair of big, dreamy gray-blue eyes of the twin sister.They are like the pigeons that landed next to the fountain in the afternoon in the favorite square in childhood, innocent and clear, without any trace of human spirit.

Jerol stared at the woman across from him and didn't speak for a long time.Judith waited for a long time but did not get a reply, disappointment and resentment slowly welled up in his heart.She lowered her head and clenched her hands into fists on her lap.

"What if... what if I like photography?"

She raised her head abruptly, and met the pair of clear blue eyes on the opposite side.She looked carefully for a long time, found the sky that almost made her cry in those clean eyes, and finally raised the corners of her mouth.

"Then I will do my best and ask my model for permission to help you complete the most perfect work."

-

When Yukimura and Sanada came to the meeting area in the evening, Oishi, as a substitute for the captain Atobe who was supposed to participate in the lottery, had already finished the lottery and was about to return to the lobby on their floor.

Despite the impending darkness, midsummer in the Southern Hemisphere feels like time is passing by.After a battle in the morning, even the players who didn't play felt nervous and dazed.They used to carry out daily training, but the time waiting for the draw of the group stage made them unable to calm down.Because of this, when seeing Yukimura and Sanada appearing to take a shower after exercising before coming to the meeting, they couldn't help but show an expression of "you are really big-hearted".

If they knew that the two had not only completed their daily training, but that Yukimura had also reached an agreement with an international painter, it would have been even more difficult to calm down.

"The minister's mentality is really good..." Kirihara stared longingly at the back of the purple-haired boy, watching the two people seated on the loveseat by the French window, "But I don't think tomorrow's competition minister will appear."

"In a group match of four countries, it is difficult to predict who our opponents will be ranked in the first match." Liu looked at the ranking estimation made by the staff on the computer screen, "After this morning's game, our ranking will be determined." Up about ten places."

"Ten...Ten!" Kirihara opened his eyes wide, unable to understand the meaning of the increase, "We were originally 31, so it will become 21..." He moved to Liu's side and took a look. The list on the screen, "Above us is, uh, Brazil, Holland, Australia... Isn't Australia the host?"

He looked at the senior teammates around him with puzzled eyes, "Is Australia good?"

"Jumping Clown."

A cold voice came from behind him.The blond boy, who had disappeared from the crowd for too long, walked to the middle of his teammates and sat down in an empty seat.Atobe seemed to have come out of the negative emotions in the morning, holding a cup of drink in his hand, leaning on the sofa with half-closed eyes.

Kirihara looked at the expensive goblet and drinks in the hand of the trace department, then turned his head to stare at the orange juice in the ordinary glass in front of him, blinked his eyes and resolutely gave up asking whether the young master had alcohol in his drink.

"The host seems to have changed players this year. I'm afraid the strength is different from previous years." Liu typed on the keyboard. Since he joined the staff team, he has become accustomed to digital data. His brain is probably far better than what it was a few months ago. Level, except for the mental power that is still a group of fans, all the moves of his teammates have been disassembled, crushed and analyzed by him.

He and Gan Zheng were discussing something in a low voice, typing on the keyboard from time to time, "8 groups, each group will play 3 rounds, and each game will play [-] singles and [-] doubles, and among these seven people must be three junior high school students. "

"In the preliminaries, players are not allowed to play repeatedly, so 21 people are eligible to play, and the list will become the most important tactic."

His words made many teammates enthusiastic.Being able to almost play in the world competition, the probability of playing is still so high. Obviously, this year's World Cup is more inclined to communicate and guide the new generation of power than victory.

However, a few people heard Liu's implication.Yukimura and Sanada looked at each other, and both understood the importance of the word "tactics".They turned their heads to look at the boy with a tear mole sitting on the sofa beside them, and realized more and more that choosing Atobe as the captain of the junior high school team was a wise choice.

"You will be so frustrated because of losing, Atobe." Yukimura looked curiously at the boy with a bit of hair. Obviously, while he and Sanada were training, this person probably didn't relax all day, "Adjust Are you okay, Captain?"

The Atobe boy twitched the corner of his mouth, and glared at his teammate who had nothing to do with him, "Congratulations on your victory, Yukimura."

Yukimura shrugged, "Exhibition games are not convincing, you are not someone who will admit defeat." He was just a little curious about the guy's undisguised disgust when Australia was mentioned just now.In Yukimura's impression, there is no black material about the Australian team. Obviously, Atobe has an enmity with the host team...

"How does QP look to you?"

His question focused more on the distance between the German team's staff and Liu, and only Atobe and Irie knew this.Atobe frowned, recalling the state of being led by the nose in the game, and snorted coldly, "At least in terms of the cunning of the layout, the two of you are on par."

Yukimura narrowed his eyes, a little surprised by the answer.From the observations outside the field, it is speculated that QP should have similarities with Liu.With a solid foundation, it is easy to use no tricks, and can use absolute calm to defeat the opponent's will.But now it sounds like Atobe has some plans because of this...

"It's really hopeless to use our lineup to win the game. I hope the coach can draw up a smart list." Yukimura lowered his head and turned out his phone. The vibration in his pocket just now made him pause the conversation.He swiped the screen, and the email exchanged with his new friend at noon ushered in the first letter:

"Dear Yuki, I want to introduce my brother to you. Maybe you will like his works."

Sanada looked at the people around him and fell silent, a little curious about the novelty of the mail.The lovers swipe the screen quickly, as if flipping through the pictures, and gradually let out a small voice of admiration.

"Xianichiro, come and see!"

Sanada leaned his head over, startled by a face half hidden in shadow in the dim light of the screen.He looked intently, and saw that the man with half of his face had a face as thin as a blade, with deep eye sockets and prominent browbones that were very in line with Western aesthetics. His expression was expressionless in the cold, but he had a pair of clear blue eyes like the sky. pupil.

This is a photograph that is very easy to poke the reader's heart, like the fusion of hope and despair.Sanada took a closer look, only to realize that the camera was actually blocking his face in the shadow.

"This is a selfie." Yukimura zoomed in on the picture in admiration, carefully studying the distribution of light and shadow in the picture, "The photographer used this camera to shoot his own face in the mirror and zoomed in. He is handsome enough, And the shaping of the atmosphere is so soulful..."

It was rare for him to forget what environment he was in, and he suddenly started talking non-stop.Sanada also chatted. He knows more about photography than painting. After all, the latter has a high threshold and is extremely professional, and he often sees photography in his life.He turned his head to the side, and his lover's bright eyes were reflecting the light in the hall, and he tapped on the keypad of the mobile phone with his fingers, as if he was replying to the other party and wrote a lot of words.

——I don't know who that man is.

Sanada looked at him in a daze, and subconsciously painted his lover's facial features with his eyes.At noon, he heard Yukimura explain the communication with the blonde woman clearly, so he also understood the pure artistic communication between the two.He just felt that once his lover fell into this state, he would slightly neglect him, and Atobe's undisguised ridicule and entertaining eyes also made him pull his face down.

——At least I have become Seiichi's lover.

Thinking of this, Sanada felt a hint of arrogance and pride in his brows, making Atobe puzzled for a while.

"...Huh? A photographer in the fashion industry?"

He heard his lover whisper in surprise, and leaned over to look at the screen of Yukimura's phone.The character introduction that was pulled from the homepage of a certain studio had a familiar face on it. Yukimura stared at the photo of the handsome photographer thoughtfully, thinking about this somewhat familiar name.

"I remember."

Yukimura raised his eyebrows, and turned his head to look at Sanada with a sigh, "Do you still remember those fashion magazines you saw in my studio?"

Sanada nodded.He was very curious about the kind of magazines that would appear in Yukimura's house. After all, anyone would find it strange that a magazine that was completely incompatible with an oil painter's studio appeared.

"My mother said that the body proportions of European and American male models are very good, so in addition to plaster and 3D models, what I practiced most before was the men's edition of fashion magazines."

Yukimura paused and squinted at the name "Jerol Herman", "I have an impression of this photographer. The planes he shoots have their own style and are different. To the greatest extent Keeping the 'photography' style of the work, not just the expression of the clothes and models, separates it from the commercial."

"...Is he Judith's brother?" Sanada asked looking at the last name.

"Twin brothers." Yukimura pursed his lips and sighed, "Being entangled by both of them at the same time, should I say I am lucky or unlucky?"

Sanada's face darkened, and he snorted unhappily.He glanced at the page on Yukimura's phone, reached out to grab the lock screen and put it in his pocket, his movements were smooth and smooth, and his attitude was glorious.

Yukimura stared at him amusedly for a long time, then slowly stretched out his hand to catch his lover's finger.

The two of them acted like no one was around, and Atobe, who was sitting on the side, gradually felt uncomfortable.He turned his head away from looking at these two people, and his eyes happened to meet King Ni on the other side.The two were in the same room, had played doubles, and at this time they seemed to resonate with an ability called "light bulb", and suddenly had the idea of ​​sympathizing with each other.

Footsteps gradually came from one side. At the entrance of the hall, Dashi in a formal suit looked like an office worker with no sense of disobedience.Dashi walked a few steps, and after greeting his teammates, he saw Atobe, the shopkeeper who shook his hands.

"The lottery... the result is out."

He seemed very nervous, with a little hesitation on his face, and he glanced at his teammates a little uneasily.Seeing Oishi's attitude, Yukimura didn't understand anything, he turned his head to look at Atobe, and sure enough, he found discomfort on that person's face.

"Group B..." Dashi swallowed, and smiled at his teammates, "Tomorrow's opponent in the preliminary round is Greece, ranked tenth in the world."

He subconsciously looked at Atobe, whom his teammates dubbed "the poisonous hand of the lottery", and moved his feet slightly to the crowded place on the other side.

"I actually forgot."

Liu's voice was especially clear in this silence.He stopped typing, raised his head and looked at Yukimura, "Oishi's signing luck in this year's domestic season is not ordinary."

He looked at Qingxue's Buer, then at his old opponent, Ice Emperor King Jibu, and curled his lips with a half-smile.He had been on the same team as Yukimura in Lihai for three years, and he had always made jokes. Only when the bad luck fell on his own team this time did he understand what it was like to feel uncomfortable.

"What about the ranking?" Yukimura reminded, "The latest world ranking should also be announced."

His words brought back the teammates who felt pain for a moment just now, and stared at Dashi with burning eyes.The boy with the egg head was rescued by Yukimura, he exhaled slowly, and then showed a happy smile.

"19. We are number 19 in the world!"