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The next day we met at the entrance of Tokyo High School.

Murata went home to sleep and did not live in the residence provided by the college.So he came later than the others, looking a little listless.

Nishinomiya Momo was surprised: "Murata, have you cut your hair?"

When she said this, the eyes of others also turned to Murata.It was true that his hair was cut. His black hair, which was almost as long as his shoulders, has now become the longest short hair, which is not as long as the tip of the ear.

Close to the back of the neck, a small piece was cut very short, leaving only light blue stubble.However, Murata's hair is very soft, and after being cut short, it is still slumped, and it is all due to the thicker pile of hair.

He rubbed his neck, brushed his fingers over the hard, prickly hair stubble on the back, and was a little uncomfortable with his short hair, so he said vaguely, "Because the previous one was too long, I tried to cut it short. Would it be strange? "

Zenyuan Zhenyi looked up and down, and said: "No, it looks more pleasing to the eye this way."

"It's going to be a baseball game later, let's go and change first."

Murata: "... compared to what?"

Kenji Kamo kindly repeated: "A baseball game."

A pitching machine passed in front of Murata, and the synthesized voice of the mechanical pill came from the pitching machine: "Baseball game!"

"..."

Murata was at a loss: "But I don't know how to play baseball?"

But obviously no one cares whether Murata will play baseball.He was caught by Kenji Kamo to change into a baseball uniform, and he was still dazed when he came out.Compared with the bewildered Murata, Todo Aoi looks a little overactive, wielding a baseball bat like a weapon.

Murata saw that Todo Aoi seemed to be swinging like that, so he asked him casually: "Do you know how to play baseball?"

Dongtang Aoi was in high spirits: "No!"

Murata fell silent.

Ah, forget it, play casually and then go home to catch up on sleep.

It's too embarrassing to talk about what happened yesterday because I had my hair cut and then I was dragged to the sword dojo by my father to be scolded for most of the night.Where did he put his genius face?

If someone asks, just say it was too late to watch the film yesterday.

In Murata's mind, he was thinking about the problem in a loose way, without paying attention to the baseball game at all.Until the person on the opposite side entered the field——his eyelids lifted upwards, his eyes swept across the opposite team as if they were just on the water, and then fixed on Fu Heihui.

Fu Heihui also changed into a baseball uniform, with a black base and white short sleeves outside, but he did not wear a baseball cap. His short black hair was sticky, and his face was expressionless, even looking fierce. Under the girlish long eyelashes , Those emerald-like pupils.

Clear, beautiful, revealing a fine light.

The pupils of those eyes turned and met Murata's gaze.

The thin and tall boy still looked unhappy, the corners of his mouth drooped, and he quickly turned his gaze away.He turned sideways to talk to the classmates next to him, and his skinny ankles were a bit conspicuous because of the close-fitting bottoming.

After talking with the classmate, Fu Heihui's eyes fell on Murata's face, vaguely.He found that Murata didn't seem to look away, and kept looking at him.

After realizing that he was also looking at him, Murata bent his eyes and smiled brightly at him, short black short hair dangling at the tips of his ears, it was incredibly soft.

Of course Fu Heihui knew how soft his hair was.

When I held it in my hand, it was like grabbing a piece of black silk.

He raised his hand and pinched the tips of his hot ears, a little embarrassed, and looked away.

Kunzhang Yuren watched his good classmate glance at the Kyoto High School next door, turned his eyes away, and wanted to chat with himself.While chatting, he took another look at the Kyoto High School, then turned his gaze away, and chatted with himself in a pretentious manner.

He was puzzled and asked Nagasaki, "What is Fuhei looking at?"

Nagasaki Wild Rose remained expressionless: "I'm flirting with each other."

Knotweed Youruhito: "...what?"

Kizaki Yaqiangwei put one hand on the shoulder of Yuzu Yuhito and warned him: "If you dare to fall in love so pretentiously in the future, I will definitely break your head with a hammer."

Knotabagi Yuhito, who was suddenly destined for an indiscriminate disaster in the future: "...huh?"

In the beginning, the Kyoto school is the attacker, and Murata is the backup.He was read by his father until 03:30 in the morning yesterday. He was so sleepy that his upper and lower eyelids kept fighting. He closed his eyes and dozed off as soon as he sat on the bench.Nishinomiya Momo looked at him suspiciously: "Murata didn't sleep last night?"

Dongtang Aoi swears: "He must have been stimulated by my buddy's progress in this game. He practiced all night last night!"

"It's okay! Murata! In my heart, you are still my strongest junior!"

Nishinomiya Momo rolled her eyes: "You said that his reason for staying up late to watch Doraemon is more plausible than this. Hey, are you going to take Murata's turn later?"

Kenji Kamo narrowed his eyes and glanced at Murata. On his pale face, the two dark circles under the eyes were particularly obvious.Kenji Kamo said: "Murata scored the most points in the team competition, let him sleep for a while."

The implication is that it is probably to skip it when it is Murata's turn later.

Substitution at midfield, Fu Heihui came down from the field.He should have gone straight back to the rest area of ​​the Tokyo High School—the rest area of ​​the Kyoto High School is opposite, half a playground away.

But Fu Heihui hesitated for a while, changed direction, and walked towards the rest area in Kyoto pretending to be casual.

In the Kyoto rest area, only Murata was lying on a chair to sleep, and the others, even those who did not have their turn, also went to watch the game.

Murata lay on the bench with his head up. His skin, which was already pale, became almost transparent when exposed to the sun.Fu Heihui stood in front of Murata, his eyelids drooping, and he looked down at him—Murata also changed into a baseball uniform, and his narrow waist and long legs were more clearly outlined by the black base.

The sunlight elongated Fu Heihui's shadow, and the shadow covered Murata. He wrinkled his nose, opened his eyes, and slumped on the chair lazily: "Good morning?"

The corners of Fu Heihui's lowered mouth raised slightly, "Well, good morning."

Murata retracted his stretched legs a little, sat upright, and praised Fu Heihui: "You look good in a baseball uniform."

"……Um."

"Would you like to sit down?"

"No, I'll play later."

"Oh okay--"

There was an inexplicable sense of disappointment in Murata's tone.

Fu Heihui's Adam's apple moved slightly.What he originally wanted to say - if he wanted to explain, there could be many sentences, and the reason was very formal.But Murata seemed a little disappointed, and Fu Heihui felt that his explanations seemed a bit...

Too much.

He also knows that pampering is a vice.

But Fu Heihui couldn't help thinking: Rina is very obedient, very obedient, very cute.

So it's normal to be a bit biased.

Fu Heihui reconciled with herself in this way, and the balance finally completely fell to Murata and surrendered.