[Comprehensive] The way home of the poisonous sister

When Fuji and Jing Luo returned to the barbecue restaurant, they found that everyone had disappeared.

It wasn't until Fuji asked the owner of the barbecue shop that he knew that they had all been sent home by the coach.

Fuji and Jing Luo looked at each other, and they were about to speak.

A cold and deep voice came over.

"Fuji." Tezuka stood under the big tree next to the barbecue shop, because it was pitch dark, neither Fuji nor Jingluo noticed anyone under the tree.

"Tezuka, why didn't you go home?" Fuji narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was doubt in the words he said.

"I'm waiting for you." Tezuka's consistent style is straightforward, direct and direct.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, I didn't expect the party to end so soon." Fuji smiled apologetically, apparently he didn't expect Tezuka to be waiting for him all this time.

"How did you two get together, you knew each other before?" Tezuka didn't mention the accident that happened after that game, anyway, someone would say it after he went back to school.

Tezuka watched the two people in front of him coming from the other side of the road together, apparently they had been together just now, Tezuka vaguely remembered that Fuji and Jingluo seemed to have never known each other before, why did they suddenly walk together today? At the same time, Tezuka also had some rare curiosity.

"I met today, but Tezuka, you seem to have become a bit gossip when you grow up." Facing Tezuka's question, Jing Luo took the topic directly.

Clearly knowing that Tezuka was curious about her relationship with Fuji, Jing Luo intentionally changed the subject.

Seeing that neither Fujie nor Jingluo had anything to say, Tezuka naturally wouldn't force himself, and turned around and said something to Fuji.

"Go, go."

Then he took a step forward and took the lead in walking forward.

Half a month has passed since what happened that day at the barbecue restaurant.

Jing Luo didn't watch the match between Qingxue and Lihai University High School.

Although he knew that Bu Er might appear on the stage, but because Jing Luo also had her own affairs, and her personality was not the kind of Jing Luo who likes to stalk, naturally she would not inquire about his whereabouts every day.

Despite this, Jing Luo and Fuji still often keep in touch with their mobile phones, and their relationship has become increasingly close.

However, Jingluo knew about the result of the competition from Xiaojing, and knew that Qingxue was the school that finally won the national competition.

Jing Luo had just finished her lunch when she heard this.

Thinking in his heart, he wondered if Yukimura would not be able to accept this result.

However, I heard that the kid from Seigaku and Yukimura won the game after a long tug-of-war. At that time, Yukimura must have started to feel paralyzed again.

Thinking of this, Jing Luo suddenly felt that she had to go and see him.

In the afternoon, Jing Luo walked into the old house of the Surviving family under the leadership of the housekeeper of the Yukimura family, and as soon as she entered the house, she saw Seiichi Yukimura who was sitting on the ground and drinking tea with a teacup in his hand.

"You're here" Yukimura had already expected that Ah Luo would come to see him.

"I'm here to see someone who said he wanted to win the championship, but lost in the end, how does he feel when he loses to others?" Jing Luo walked directly to the futon next to Xingcun and sat down on the futon, the words that came out of her mouth , directly on Yukimura's heart.

"A Luo, I still like to talk ironically. I am obviously worried about me, but I have to find an excuse for myself." Regarding what A Luo said, Yukimura didn't take it seriously at all.

After all, although the two have not known each other for a long time, Yukimura is very aware of A Luo's duplicity.

In the final analysis, it seems that people in the Jibu family all have the problem of duplicity.

I think of Uncle Atobe who is very proud of his children, but when they get along with them, he speaks without mercy.

Therefore, Yukimura has long learned to listen to the negative from A Luo's words.

"Hmph, stretch out your hand." Jing Luo knew that Yukimura had noticed her worry, but the routine inspection that she planned to do from the beginning would not change.

As soon as Ah Luo's words fell, Yukimura honestly stretched out his right hand.

Because it was at home, Yukimura wore a blue robe. Because the sleeves were too long, Jing Luo directly rolled up Yukimura's sleeve robe onto his arm.

Yukimura's skin is very fair, not only the face and neck that can be seen, but also the arms that are exposed, the blue veins on Yukimura's hands can be clearly seen from the pale skin.

"You're recovering well, but you still need to pay more attention to rest." Jing Luo put her left hand on Yukimura's pulse for a long time, and found that his breath was calm, not as short of breath as last time. It seems that when he was at home, There is meditation and self-cultivation, so there is a rare smile on his face.

"But you'd better not play tennis too often." Jing Luo retracted her hand on Yukimura's pulse, and silently added this sentence.

Although Yukimura's body is recovering well, Jing Luo is still a little worried. After all, for a person who loves tennis so much that he can die, it is really difficult for him to cultivate peacefully.

After looking at Yukimura and nodding, Jing Luo stopped talking, and gently brushed the hair that fell on her eyes behind her ears, with a smile like Dong Xuejingmei on her face, and joked mischievously: "For I didn't win the national championship, so I would like to ask Captain Yukimura what to say."

Yukimura pulled down his sleeve robe, followed Jing Luo's example, frowned on purpose, and said in a rough voice: "To be honest, it's not very good. I didn't expect that I, Yukimura Seichi, would be defeated by a first-year freshman." .”

Yukimura's words were both true and false.

However, Yukimura really didn't expect that he would lose.

Originally, when Sanada led Li Haida's team and lost to Aigaku in the Kanto Tournament, Yukimura could not accept this result all the time.

However, after watching all the matches by himself, Yukimura realized that losing to them was not wronged.

After all, the people of Qingxue are like giants that can never be defeated, they are always full of vitality, and there is such a weird person in their current team.

Echizen Ryoma.

In the end is lost.

After the game, Yukimura looked a little more at the victory, after all, everything has passed.

"Is that first grader really that good?" Jing Luo, who didn't go to watch the game because of something, rarely showed any doubts.

"The strength is not bad." Yukimura nodded, then picked up his cold tea and continued to drink.

Jing Luo watched Yukimura continue to drink tea, then refilled her own cup, and quietly enjoyed the rare peaceful atmosphere together, but she was thinking about how to get the energy of that first-year Qingxue. .

After coming out of Xingcun's house, Jing Luo found that there was an unread message on her cell phone that had been muted, and Jing Luo, who was curious, clicked in directly.

Smiling handsome man: The cherry blossoms in Tokyo are in full bloom this morning, do you want to go together?

When she saw this message, Jing Luo felt a surge of joy from birth, and her cheeks were also dyed pink, as beautiful and moving as the petals of a cherry blossom.

The owner of this "beautiful smiling man" is Buer, because Jing Luo thinks that Buer looks very good-looking when he smiles, so Jing Luo put this in the note name of Buer in her phone.

Purple Wisteria: OK.

After replying, Jing Luo walked briskly, her mood was very relaxed and clear, she paced up and down, and walked forward happily.

When Fuji was going out today, he happened to meet Echizen on the street, so the two went into a tennis shop that they often go to together.

Originally in a shop selling special items for tennis, Fuji, who was pulling the tennis string with his left hand to test the string, suddenly felt the sound of vibration coming from his pocket.

After seeing the message on the phone, Fuji just replied when Echizen's voice sounded behind him.

"Senior Fuji. Why do you have a good impression of that kind of young lady?" Echizen said without discrimination, just asking the same as usual, but because he seldom said such words, it sounded like He thought he was prejudiced against the person he said.

Originally, he was finishing sending the message, and subconsciously wanted to smile, but the smile on his face suddenly stopped.

Too bad, it was discovered by Echizen.

However, it is really sensitive.

"Don't you think it's very interesting? But, Echizen, when did you find out?" Fuji put down his hand for testing the thread, turned his head, and spoke softly.

"At the beginning" Echizen's face remained unchanged, and he took a handle from the shelf and took it down.

"It seems that I didn't hide it well enough." Fuji narrowed his eyes with a smile, and what he said seemed to be self-deprecating.

"That's because Fuji-senpai's eyes are not deceiving." Echizen raised his head to look at Fuji-senpai's smile, and said with a serious tone in his eyes.

"If that's the case, then Echizen will keep it a secret for me too." Fuji felt that Echizen's serious explanation was quite interesting, and patted Echizen's shoulders with his slender and clean hands.

"Fuji-senpai, I was actually just joking." Echizen pulled his white sports cap, looking like nothing happened just now.

"Oh, is that so?" Buer smiled slightly, his eyes drooping slightly, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at this moment.

"However, Fuji-senpai, don't you intend to confess?" Echizen Ryoma, who has never liked anyone before, although he doesn't know much about love, knows that if he likes someone, he must tell her.

"Confession, it's not yet time." After saying this, Bu Er slightly lowered his eyes, and there was a hazy wave rolling in his eyes.

Echizen put his hands in his pockets, seeing that Senior Buer seemed to have an idea in his mind, so he stopped talking and took the handle directly to the cashier.