[Comprehensive] Is the heroine still pretending to be good today?

Platinum coach is hospitalized?How are they?Akutagawa Hotaru was upset for a few seconds.

She hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't bear the worry in her heart, and rolled around on the bed.She turned on her phone and sent a message to Momoi Itsuki.

The pink-haired girl on the other side just took a shower, her head was wrapped in a white towel, and there was still some moisture on her body.The crisp message sounded, and Momoi picked up the phone from the bedside table and turned it on.

"Xiao Tao, are you there?"

Momoi tapped the screen and replied, "Yeah. What's the matter, Xiaoying?"

Akutagawa Hotaru's typing speed is not slow. After a while, she posted: "I heard that Coach Platinum is hospitalized. Is he sick?"

Before Momoi had time to type, the next message popped up again.

"Is everyone okay?"

Momoi stared blankly at the chat interface, she didn't know how to tell Hotaru Akutagawa about Adai, Zi-kun and Akashi-kun.She hesitated and typed in the input box, "Not good".But before it was sent out, Momoi recovered and immediately deleted the two words.No, it's better not to worry Xiaoying.She has just adjusted to the new school, and she should focus on new interpersonal relationships.

Momoi thought for a long time before making up his mind, and replied: "The coach only entered the hospital because he was too tired. Don't worry, Xiaoying, everyone is fine."

"Really?"

Momoi pursed her lips tightly, "Of course I won't lie to you."

Akutagawa Hotaru was relieved to get her assurance, she picked out a cute emoji from her collection and sent it, "I believe in Xiaotao."

Then, they changed the subject and chatted for a while.Akutagawa Hotaru blushed, and she described to Momoi every detail of her encounter with Mr. Nakaya.

"Xiao Tao, do you think I should be more proactive?" She lowered her eyes shyly.Chuya seems to be very busy recently, she only chatted with Chuya a few words, which made Akutagawa Hotaru a little uneasy.She didn't understand Zhongye, she felt like she was drifting outside his world, wanting to enter but couldn't find any way.

Momoi asked slowly, "Do you like him very much?"

Akutagawa Hotaru was overwhelmed by the question, and she unconsciously twisted the bed sheet with the other hand. After struggling for a few minutes, she said honestly: "I like it, but it's not to the extent that I have to."

Momoi brought her situation to herself and Zhejun, and her heartbeat suddenly became faster. She thought for a while that if it was her, she should choose to take the initiative.

Hotaru Akutagawa didn't wait long before receiving Momoi's suggestion.

"Xiaoying, if it were me, I would take the initiative. After all, this is your first love, isn't it? How can you become unhappy because of this? And even if you fail, you have to try your best, so that you can think about it later. Wake up so you won’t regret it.”

"Besides, according to your description, this Mr. Nakaya seems to have a good impression of you."

Akutagawa Hotaru's eyes lit up, and she replied, "Really? Then what should I do? Invite him out to watch a movie?"

"Okay." Momoi said, "By the way, we can have lunch or dinner together."

Hotaru Akutagawa was moved by this proposal, she quickly got out of bed, and found the ledger from her bag.From tomorrow to the school celebration, every day is full of things to do.I can only choose the weekend after the school celebration, and I don't know if Mr. Nakaya has time.She was thinking while writing in the notebook.

It's too late tonight, I'll ask Mr. Nakaya again in a few days.She stopped writing, leaned on her chin, and stared at the sky outside the window in a daze.A round of bright moon hangs in the dark night sky. In the thin clouds, its brilliance seems to be covered with a layer of tulle, hazy and beautiful.

Is Mr. Nakaya asleep now?Can he see the moon there?

Akutagawa Hotaru was thinking, the hazy yellow light shone on her face.She yawned, rubbed her eyes, sleepiness surged up one by one.She lay back on the soft bed, and fell into a deep sleep within a minute.

……

Yokohama.

The habit of going to bed early does not exist in the mafia.Even in the early hours of the morning, Nakahara was still riding his favorite motorcycle on the streets of Yokohama in high spirits.

He had just solved an organization by himself, and there was still a faint smell of blood on his body.He frowned and sped up the car irritably.

stinky.

He complained in his heart, Dazai's green mackerel, it's too annoying to push it to me even though it's his job.

Nakahara Chuya just wanted to go back quickly and take a shower.Then open a bottle of wine, have a good drink, and settle accounts with Qingmao tomorrow.

The Port Mafia Building has always been a landmark building in Yokohama.It stands quietly on Yokohama, no matter where you stand, you can see it from a distance when you look up.

Zhong Yuanzhong also returned to his office with a stinky face, took off his black windbreaker, and hung it aside.He opened a hidden door familiarly, and inside was a bedroom with a simple style and a separate toilet.

The bedroom is not big, and there is only a landscape oil painting on the white wall.In the middle is a double queen bed with dark gray sheets and fitted sheets.There is a layer of dust on the LCD TV facing the bed, and only a few shirts are sparsely hung in the closet.

At first glance, this is not the place where Zhongye Zhongye lives daily.

The door of the toilet opened, and Zhong Yuanzhong also came out wearing a black bathrobe.His orange hair hadn't been wiped dry, it was hanging wet, water dripped from the tip of the hair, and slid down his slender neck, leaving a lingering trace.The bathrobe on his body was only loosely tied, and the open neckline followed his walking, revealing more fair and firm skin.

He picked up a clean towel and wiped it casually, and quickly dried his hair half-dried.Then he threw away the towel in his hand, walked out of the bedroom, and picked a bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet in the office.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sat comfortably on the sofa, in front of him was a whole block of floor-to-ceiling windows.The curtains have been drawn, and the gentle moonlight slanted in along the glass.

He poured himself half a glass of wine, stood up, and looked down at the star-like lights below.The clear wine slid down his throat like a flame into his body, followed by a slight spiritual drunkenness.

Zhong Yuanzhong also fumbled for the phone from his pocket, opened it, and there were no new unreceived messages on the line.He clicked on the first chat interface, and the girl used a photo of herself smiling like a flower as her profile picture, and the chat history was still at 8 o'clock, good night.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at her smile, with waves in his eyes, and gradually fell into deep thought.

After a while, he casually put his phone aside, drank the spirits in his glass in one gulp, and was about to go to sleep.

In the darkness, the phone was still emitting a faint light, the chat interface was still open, and the good night in the chat box below was not sent.Then, it turns off automatically.

……

The time for the school celebration is getting closer, and the cooperation between Hotaru Akutagawa and Atobe has also begun to develop in a good direction.

"Have you noticed that there is no emotion in your piano sound." Atobe sat on the piano bench, and he pointed out the tear mole at the end of his eyes regularly with his fingers, pointing out lightly.

After Akutagawa Hotaru heard this, her hands trembled unconsciously, and a sharp voice appeared in the music classroom.

She lowered her head, feeling the young man's calm eyes piercing her body, Akutagawa Hotaru kept her mouth tightly shut and did not reply a word.

Atobe saw her evasion, and there was a little inquiring meaning in his eyes, "Can't you say?"

Hotaru Akutagawa muffledly responded.

Atobe softened the expression on his face, and said softly: "Then tell me when you want to tell me."

"it is good."

"Then continue." Atobe's fingers began to twitch, he lowered his head, his purple-gray hair covered his eyes, "feel my emotions."

Akutagawa Hotaru listened carefully to his piano sound, "Well, I can feel it."

The brisk and lively dance music flowed in the classroom, and the passionate emotions of the teenagers were perfectly integrated in it.The notes were jumping, and Hotaru Akutagawa seemed to see a dense greenery, gorgeously dressed gypsies were laughing in unison, and they danced happily along with the singing.

"Slowly blend in."

Atobe's voice came from a distance, and Hotaru Akutagawa put the violin on his shoulder.She closed her eyes, the piano score automatically appeared in her mind, and her hand started.The sound of the violin is smooth and clear, pure and transparent.It appeared quietly, like a breeze blowing through the gypsies, whispering in their ears.

Atobe led her to the climax step by step.Akutagawa Hotaru opened her eyes, and her eyes were shining brightly. She seemed to feel the slightest emotion from the sound of her piano.The strong sunlight gathered on her body, and the petite girl seemed to be a luminous body, emitting her clean and non-glare light to the surroundings.

After the song was played, Hotaru Akutagawa let go of her tense body heartily, leaned her body on the podium, and panted lightly.

"How is it?" Atobe turned around and looked at the girl.

Akutagawa Hotaru stretched her brows and eyes, and the corners of her mouth were dimpled, "It's very refreshing."

Atobe snapped his fingers, and he had a youthful look in his eyes, "You can keep this state during the school celebration, and leave the rest to me."

Akutagawa Hotaru stretched out her fist to him, raised her eyebrows slightly, and hummed softly, "Huh?"

"Fist bump."

Tracebe was speechless.After a while, he smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand into a fist and lightly bumped the girl, and said with a smile, "Little childish ghost."

Akutagawa Hotaru curled her lips and made a face at him, "Narcissist."

Atobu did not deny the nickname she had chosen. A burning smile hung on the corner of the boy's mouth, and his voice was elongated, appearing extraordinarily gorgeous and magnetic, "I have the capital to be narcissistic."

"Cut~" In the next second, she couldn't help smiling and rolled her eyes, "Yes yes yes, Mr. Atobe."

The author has something to say: ooc belongs to me.

The stupid author is late. I should have written it yesterday, but I had too much fun with my roommate last night, so it was too late. I took the blame.In the afternoon, I have to go to the site to apply for teaching resources, but the online application has not passed the review. There will be another chapter tomorrow, and I will try my best to send it out at 12 o'clock tomorrow night. You can read it the next day.

Even though the pigeon is fine, she still wants to comment and collect it, (those who have nutrient solution want to ask for a wave of nutrient solution, although I don’t know what it’s useful for qvq), love it for the little angels.

Atobe: Little naive ghost.

Xiaoying: The narcissistic monkey mountain king.

Atobe was furious and hit her violently.

Xiaoying cried and turned to Mr. Nakaya.

Chuya stared at Atobe coldly: You are courting death.

The unknown number of days when the male lead was online.

Zhong also hesitated, he didn't know whether he should send the girl good night.It's so late, that kid should be asleep.Forget it, let's send her good morning tomorrow.