The Red Wall of the Net King

Who said it so easily.

I love you.

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Ice Emperor's support team is strong.

Almost all girls have joined organizations like support groups.

Among them, Atobe has the largest backup.

What underpins this organization?

Its name is love.

However, love or something, how can it be so easy.

It was September when Ye Jiuqingzhi transferred to Ice Emperor.

In the column of the group name on the support group application form, the four characters of Keigo Atobe are clear and clear.

Joining the group is very simple, just answer a few questions.

What is Atobe SMAM's favorite food?

—Roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, Blue Mountain coffee.

What is your favorite flower?

--Red rose……

Appreciation type?

——Strong and aggressive.

Obviously, I'm not a competitive person.

The last question, why do you want to join this society.

— for no reason.

There is no reason, is it a reason?

This may be an excuse.

But I generally use reasons as excuses.

Wandering aimlessly around the tennis club, I actually want to leave more.

It's noisy in here...

But some inner force held back the pace and prevented it from moving forward.

Reluctantly put down the book and unplug the earphones.

Choose a nearby shade tree to lie down on.

September in Tokyo does not seem to have completely turned cold.

The leaves have not yet started his farewell journey, only a few fallen ones, not poetic, only cool.

My heart is cool.

Opening his eyes, the sky was stained with blood, slightly dazzling.

The moment of sunset is the moment of encountering magic, maybe I will go with it and come to another time and space.

Although, there is no basis for this legend.

The empty tennis court is deserted.

Get up, just about to leave.But he saw the boy with purple-gray hair slowly approaching.

It seems to come from another time and space at the time of encountering magic.

Apparently, we're not fit to say hello.

Although I heard that even seniors like to greet him with admiration.

"Well, a woman who isn't gorgeous won't even say hello when she sees me?"

"Atobe-kun." Nodding and smiling, it was a cutscene.

Rubbing shoulders is like a planet drifting away along a constant trajectory of hundreds of millions of light years.

Turn around suddenly.

The color cast on the body by the quiet sunset is so red that it looks like an oil painting.

It seems to want to draw it down.

The bloody king.

The next day is the official entry into the group.

In the column of the deputy group, it is no surprise that the name Fengji Xueying is used.

Smile, there are so many people in the Atobe support team, there will be no intersection for the time being.

In the classroom of Class A of Senior One, the students chatted with each other about some topics, but the atmosphere was cheerful.

After all, many of them were promoted from junior high school, and they are always familiar with each other.

In this way, it seems that I should stay here as a passer-by after transferring from Lihai University.

"Hey, are you a new transfer classmate? I don't think I've seen you before."

Looking up, there was a petite girl with an innocent and amiable expression, but there was a slight impatience in the corner of her eyes.

There will always be a few enthusiastic people, thinking about meeting new people.

Nod and smile.

The attitude is neither cold nor enthusiastic.

In the end, he was enthusiastically dragged to the cafeteria by his new classmates to enjoy the food of Bingdi.

Her name, Asakusa Daiko.

Swallowing the food in the cafeteria silently, the dishes are not bad, but I am just not used to it.

Or bento is better.

Shaking my head, I don't want to go to Kanagawa.

"Why, Daiko Asakusa, no one pays attention to you, so you hook up with those civilians?"

Looking up, it was a girl with heavy makeup who spoke, her tone was a bit mean.

"Kojima-san, Aosuke volunteered to be my friend." Asakusa looked a little nervous.

There seemed to be a trace of uneasiness.

"Student, do you want to join our dinner?" I asked politely, but my words hinted that she would leave.

I used the word dinner, and this woman named Kojima could guess my attitude if she wasn't stupid.

I hate the feeling of being noticed, I hate trouble, and Asakusa Yoko is naturally not a candidate for my friend.

As for what kind of person my friend should be?

The answer is obvious, at least someone who won't give me trouble.