Lanfeng

...Lan Feng? Mei Zuoling put her noncommittal hands in her trouser pockets and followed her steps.

"Welcome, it's Huaze!" The woman who was busy bartending just now recognized the blond boy walking in front.

"Sister Li, it's the same." Hua Zelei is obviously already familiar with it.

"Okay, a new cocktail has been released recently, do you want to try it? Some people have already said it's good."

"...Okay." After taking the cup of dark blue "ocean", Hua Zelei took a sip, looked at the dark blue in his hand, and there was a hint of warmth in his always cold eyes: Xiaolan, this The color...like your eyes...

"Sorry, we want the same three cups." Ximen Zong Erlang said politely on the side, and quickly handed over three cups of drinks.

"...not bad." Although it does not contain alcohol, the young master has to admit that the taste is very good.

"Very good." The two master sommeliers on the side concluded.

"From now on, we should support you a lot." The woman said generously.

"Of course." Several people chatted politely.

The author has something to say: Now I know about Lanfeng asking Ajibu to date her....

brother come out to take a bubble

20

20. Thank you for your hard work, Takeuchi...

The tennis department ushered in the second season in the second half of the second grade.Keigo Atobe still led the tennis club magnificently to win the Metropolitan Championship without any surprises (it was just that he had a bit of a hard time meeting Seigaku in the finals of the Metropolitan Championship this year), and then the Kanto Grand Prix still lost to the king Li Haidai—— During the national competition, due to the good luck of signing, he made it all the way to the final and lost to his old enemy who also easily reached the final: Empress Lihai suffered another disastrous defeat and won the runner-up.

Although compared with last year's semi-finals to runner-up, it is already a good result, but Keigo Atobe was very upset, very upset-so much so that after the competition, the young master came up with a new move that had not had the opportunity to show in the national competition The "magnificent waltz" gave everyone in the community of more than 200 people a meal in turn. After seeing the scene of "dead corpses everywhere", they also calmed down a little, and took the towel to their own special bathroom in satisfaction. go.

"Is this guy Atobe crazy? It's already the fourth day, Yushi!" The red-haired boy gasped heavily and stood up reluctantly.

"Senior Xiangqian, don't say that, Senior Atobe's new move is too powerful." The gentle white-haired boy responded gently to the senior's complaint even though he was extremely exhausted, "Compared with Senior Atobe, we are really worse. a lot of."

"C'mon, that's terrible. Chotaro, take a break and let's continue practicing!" Damn, that guy from Atobe is getting better and better... The long-haired boy sat on the chair and gulped water.

"Yes, Shishido-senpai."

"Oh my god, are you still practicing?" Xiang Riyue's eyes widened, his exquisite little face was in disbelief, "Yushi, I don't want to practice anyway, let's go, let's go, didn't you say that there is a new opening recently? Nice cake in a student pub? I want it I want it..."

"Okay, anyway, that guy from the Atobe just let go of his mouth just now." After practicing like this, all the ice emperors will die in battle... Yushi Ninzu pushed his glasses helplessly, "Let's go, Yueren." Over there The cocktails are really good, although... well, no alcohol...

"Yue Ren, Ren Zu, Ci Lang wants to eat cake too." The lamb who had just been lying on the ground with the corpse suddenly rushed over alive and kicking.

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Organized by the Tennis Club.

"Supervisor, are you looking for me?" Keigo Atobe, who had just finished bathing, walked into the agency office with his hair in a hurry before drying, and saw a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa.

"En." The middle-aged man nodded and handed over the invitation in his hand.

"Huh?"

"Youth selection training camp summer camp, you have been selected, go report in the next few days."

"Yes." Keigo Atobe nodded, and suddenly pondered for a while as if thinking of something, "Supervisor, that person...is also selected."

"Yeah." God Supervisor nodded, "Although Qingxue is the top four in the country this year, even though he is only a sophomore, but his strength..." After a pause, "The rumored boy is the closest to the samurai Nanjiro."

"Hmph!" Atobe Keigo's eyes were full of fighting spirit, "I will defeat him!"

Thinking of that in the finals of the Metropolitan Competition, that cold boy was the opponent's second single in 10 minutes and easily defeated the former third-year deputy minister 6:0. 6:0 to get rid of Genichiro Sanada who won the only game of Seigaku on the field-6:0 again... He knows the strength of Genichiro Sanada, the deputy director of King Lihai University, the middle school tennis world The "emperor" level character... The closest contestant to the samurai Nanjiro... Tezuka Kunimitsu, what a good opponent!

"Atobe, don't be careless. Win the championship next year."

"Ah, yes, of course, supervisor." Keigo Atobe nodded confidently, holding the invitation tightly in his hand.

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After leaving the club office, Keigo Atobe was in a very complicated mood. Unknowingly, he went to the student union office. When he opened the door, he saw a girl sleeping soundly covered with a thin blanket on the sofa. His heart softened and he walked lightly. After closing the door, he walked up quickly, bent down to look at the sleeping girl, and tucked the blanket up to her neck for her.

Atobe Keigo stood aside, watching her face carefully.

Golden bangs hung down her cheeks, her beautiful ice blue eyes were tightly closed, her breathing was steady, her chin was resting on her right hand, and her head rested on a soft pillow—really, a beauty.

At the end of the second school year, there were so many things to do. As the head of the tennis department, he was also busy with the national competition. Like last year, everything fell on Takeuchi Arashikaze—although she never said anything, but he knew that things were complicated and complex Every day, she insisted on handling everything without procrastination: the report planning submitted by various departments, various exchange competitions with brother schools, and negotiations with the parent association... Most of these things were originally the responsibility of the student council president. and obligations, but she did her best to bear them without saying a word. Although there is nothing unusual about being tired in class every day, she is often busy with training at noon and occasionally something is left behind. The students will come back in a hurry and see her tired and breathing shallow The face seems to have some traces of emaciation...

Takeuchi Arashi...

At the beginning, from disdain for the vase to just admiring her ability, I thought that as long as she can help me, the student union, no, the entire Hyotei Academy will definitely be intoxicated by her magnificence.After a huge temptation, she finally nodded and agreed, she was indeed a woman who kept her promise... But until now, why did she feel distressed besides guilt when she saw her face with a sharper chin?It's just like...

When the favorite rose that I cared for when I was young is slowly withering, the sadness that rises in my heart and I want to cry...

Keigo Atobe stood for a while, then returned to his desk and sat down, and began to pick up a stack of documents organized on the desk and read them: Now that my competitions are over, let's transfer the focus to the student union, Takeuchi. ..Let her take a holiday and have a good rest...

Thank you, Takeuchi.

The author has something to say: a little warmth, the following is a bit abused, I can't abuse the uncle

My brother will come out to make a fuss, and the much-anticipated male number two is about to appear...

21

21. Rainy day, cemetery...

In front of a cemetery on the outskirts of Tokyo.

"You go first, I will naturally call when I want to go back." Getting off the black BMW, Takeuchi Arashikaze was wearing a white dress, holding a large bouquet of lilies in his hand.

"Yes, miss." The driver nodded.

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Finding the target with ease, Takeuchi Arashika placed the lily in his hand in front of the tomb, and looked at the two photos on the tombstone: in the yellowed photo, the woman is clear and beautiful, and the man is gentle and elegant.

"Father, mother. Lanfeng is here to see you again." Bending down to caress the two photos, the girl smiled slightly, as if she wanted to imprint the faces in the photos on her palms.

"I haven't seen you in a year, and Lanfeng has grown three centimeters taller! Now he is over 1.6 meters [-], father, if it were you, I will be happy for Lanfeng." Slightly smiled, Takeuchi Lanfeng looked at the photo Shang Qingjun's middle-aged man, his eyes are full of admiration and coquettishness of the little girl.

"Hair is getting longer and longer. Although it is difficult to manage, Lan Feng is still reluctant to cut it. It would be great if my mother was by my side." The voice gradually dropped.

"My brother said before that he likes to see Lanfeng's long hair the most, but it's been 9 years, and next year will be the 10th year... Is my brother still in the United States? Why don't you come back? Lanfeng... It's been a long wait ..." Takeuchi Lanfeng's voice was a little choked.

"It's been so many years, brother, will you still remember Lanfeng? Brother, he will definitely not want Lanfeng, right?"