[Net King] Gently kill the crane

, is a very good boy.Maybe the aura wasn't strong enough back then, but now it's finally tempered.It's the same for him and Atobe.

37 The battle of two men

Chapter 37

Seeing the blue taxi drifting away, Atobe seemed to finally wake up from his contemplation.With a straight face, he didn't look at the girl beside him and turned to leave.As soon as he took a step, he felt a force pulling his arm from behind, and Atobu suddenly got angry, "Stupid woman, you..."

"I'm sorry, my feet are really weak..." Breathing out weakly, Miyoshi Tsurumi, a semi-disabled patient, withered quickly after the miracle broke out, and sat on the ground with cerebral palsy while pulling Atobe's arm.

Despite the cold stare on his face, Atobe did not forcefully shake off the girl's hand. "Don't imagine, my uncle won't carry you on his back." He said ruthlessly, but there was no sign of moving his feet.

"I know, I won't be so stupid as to have such fantasies about the gorgeous Mr. Atobe." Tsurumi said weakly, "Just, please allow me to borrow a little bit."

There were shallow lines on the lips, and Atobu's left arm instantly pulled up the girl on the ground and threw it to the nearest flower bed, "Don't sit here and block your eyes."

Originally, he didn't expect to get gentle treatment from the proud Mr. Atobe, Tsurumi arched his body tiredly and curled up into a small ball.

The late autumn wind blew against the side of the face, forcing people to wake up.After closing her eyes for a while to catch her breath, she finally regained some energy.Holding on to the white iron fence, she staggered and tried to stand up.

A glass full of water is in front of you, with steam still bubbling from above.

He raised his eyes and met the face that always exudes arrogance without any surprise. "Thank you." She took the water glass and brought it to her lips.

"Well."

Before he drank it, he seemed to think of something, and Tsurumi asked outrageously, "Do you have servants in the hospital?"

The boy who was leaning over to approach her suddenly straightened up, with an unusually unhappy expression on his face, "Ninzu said you should drink more light salt water."

Don't answer the question.Tsurumi understood instantly.It turned out that the hot water was fetched by Mr. Atobe himself. It was so precious that it made people cry. "Hiss—it's so hot." It was so hot that he couldn't hold it in his hand, Tsurumi switched to his left hand and continued to hold it carefully, blowing.

"Huh?" As if dissatisfied with her nonsense, Atobe threw a sharp eye, "Drinking cold water now, you want to make your condition worse? Stupid woman."

Even hot water doesn't need to be heated to such a hot level.However, Atobe, who brought it with his own hands, didn't feel that his hands were hot.Tsurumi looked suspiciously at his arrogant hand, raised the index finger that represented the master's strong self-esteem, and a thick callus was formed on the fingertips.

It was the pattern Tsurumi was familiar with.On the hand of childhood friend Ryo Shishido, the imprint of long-term training has never disappeared since the day he picked up the racket.

[Possesses strong mental power, meticulous insight, super and exquisite tennis skills...] Those words of praise that she has often messed up and rearranged are floating in her mind at this moment.

It turns out that she, who is good at discovering the advantages and writing praises, has been blinded by stupid complacency, ignoring what she should really see.The most important advantage that the young man has, which should not be overlooked, is the long-term hard work that never loses to others.

"Why didn't you explain?" Tsurumi suddenly said while holding the glass.

"Huh?" His brows were wrinkled, and Atobu raised his eyebrows in puzzlement.

"It doesn't matter what happened to the former president, or what happened innocently. Why didn't you explain it when you were framed and misunderstood? For Atobe-kun, it's obviously very easy to justify things you didn't do."

He is obviously a talented hard worker, but he never shows the sweat that is the easiest to win respect, but spreads out his seemingly flashy appearance like a peacock.For this reason, he bears both reputation and reputation, and there are even more detractors behind his back.With his intelligence, how could he not understand this?

Tsurumi stared at him suspiciously, stubbornly searching for an answer.

"Oh?" Atobe lacked interest in this question, "I don't have the time to explain anything. I have nothing to do with opinions that don't matter."

Indeed, her Miyoshi Tsurumi is nothing to Atobe Keigo... Tsurumi lowered his head and took a small sip, it was so hot!She sticks out her tongue, and keeps flapping her fan with her free right hand.

"It's you..." Atobe bent down like a goshawk without warning, casting a huge shadow over Tsurumi.Tsurumi raised his eyelids slightly tremblingly, peeking carefully at Atobe's face from under his eyelids.

Curious, inquiring, doubtful, playful, wonderful expressions intertwined with multiple meanings.He just stared at her so bluntly, scanning and observing.For a long time, it seemed that he suddenly lost interest.He straightened up abruptly and made a cut.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are too thoughtful?"

"Master Atobe, you are the first."

"So, did anyone ever tell you that you're hopelessly stupid?"

"It happens from time to time. It's a pity that you are not the first."

"Cut." Atobe raised his eyebrows in disdain, "Stupid woman, her thoughts are all written on her face. It's ridiculous to pretend to be smart."

"I know." The cold wind in late autumn has turned the scalding hot water into just the right tenderness. Tsurumi took a sip, wiped his mouth roughly with the back of his hand, squinted his eyes with his head held high, "acting requires a long-term training Practice. Thank you for being patient with me, who is still a beginner."

"Oh?" Atobe seemed to have heard something interesting, his eyes lowered with a smile, "Are you sure I will tolerate you?"

"You've tolerated it." Tsurumi suddenly wanted to laugh, and she did. "Hey, to say something disrespectful, Mr. Atobe, your acting skills are not too much beyond your age. You can fool me for a while, but you can't fool others. Why bother to ridicule me, just laugh at fifty steps."

Atobe snorted coldly, noncommittal.

"I know it's disrespectful to say it outright, of course I'm sure you'll tolerate me. There's one more thing I want to tell you, a woman's intuition is very accurate." Tsurumi tilted his head and chuckled stand up.After drinking the water in the glass, she unceremoniously pulled up the corner of Atobe's clothes and stood up straight.

"I'll just take care of the naive side. You take your own things and go back first. You two won't get along well anyway. Just treat it as my apology for indiscriminately accusing you of bullying the weak." The head smiled.Atobe let out an "ah", as if agreeing.

Seeing Atobe and Tsurumi walking into the room together, there was an unpredictable expression on the innocent face.She quickly realized that she turned a blind eye to the dumb blonde boy, and only smiled sweetly at Tsurumi, "Tsurumi, I want to eat pears, you can peel them for me."

While responding, he leaned forward and sat on the side of the bed to pick up the pear and fruit knife, Tsurumi concentrated on peeling the yellow pear, and caught a glimpse of Atobe picking up the tennis bag leaning against the wall from the corner of his eye.

"My uncle is responsible for the medical expenses."

"I called my parents and told me that I accidentally fell down. They have already sent a housekeeper." Naively responded indifferently, circling the ends of Tsurumi's hair affectionately with her fingers, "If you don't want to cause trouble, don't stay here It’s time to be a hero.”

For a moment, the room was filled with gunpowder smoke, thunder and lightning flashed, and the unlucky medium Miyoshi Tsurumi, who was innocently inserted in the middle, had no choice but to stick his head deeper, and desperately peeled the pear in his hand.

Miyoshi Tsurumi, who has always lowered his head and pretended to be a turtle, has no way of knowing the outcome of the battle of killing intent between the eyes.Just judging from the strength with which Atobe swung the tennis bag suddenly, it seems that he succumbed to his naive stubbornness.

The moment he heard the sound of the doorknob being twisted, Tsurumi stood up abruptly, rushing forward like an arrow leaving the string.

"Mr. Ajibe."

Hearing the sound, Atobe Keigo looked back from the corridor.

"Be careful on the road."

Showing an impatient expression of "nonsense", Atobe Shi Shiran took a step forward.

"Well. Although there are still many things I want to ask you." Tsurumi exhaled heavily, "About the fan club, about you and innocent... But, a woman's intuition tells me that you won't answer a single question. .So forget it.”

"Curiosity killed the cat." Atobe in front dismissed it.

"Don't use threats. Gossip is a woman's nature."

"Inferiority."

"Ants can also kill an elephant." The "farewell words" of the former student council president, Sanji-kun, really succeeded in shutting up the young man who was determined not to give up if he didn't take advantage of his mouth.Tsurumi narrowed his eyes triumphantly, shrugged his shoulders like a puppy, and waved vigorously at the boy's receding back.

Naive's foot injury was not serious, and he was only hospitalized for a few days.After several days in a row, he came to visit the companion room after class, and Tsurumi won liberation.In the next month, Tian Zhen will recuperate at home.

"That." Tsurumi hesitated and called out to Naive, who was being helped into the car by a servant, "You leave me your home address. I will send you the notes conveniently."

"No need." A dead leaf blown by the wind fell on his shoulder, and Tian Zhen brushed it off casually, shaking his head with a smile, "The servant will go to the school to fetch it for me. After all, our different classes have different curriculums."

In fact, I just want to visit you at home often.Tsurumi didn't speak again, just smiled and waved goodbye, silently watching the car painted in low-key matte black go away.

Having known each other for more than a year, Tian Zhen never invited Tsurumi to play at home.It's not that I don't mind.However, considering that she never invited Tian Zhen to her home because of Ah Xue, Tsurumi really has nothing to complain about.

I have always been by my side intimately, always thinking that I know the most.On that late autumn sunset evening, standing in the bleak