[Comprehensive] Daily life of local tyrants in love

When they formally left the restaurant, the Ice Emperor's clock strikes eleven strokes.

The teaching building not far away began to pour out waves of people. According to this trend, there will probably be a student wave soon, and the restaurant will definitely be blocked at noon.

Keigo Atobe lowered his head, and Sakura Sakura just met his gaze, the two looked at each other silently for a while, and turned their heads at the same time.

He went straight to the back door of the restaurant: "Follow me."

Zhiyu Sakurana followed behind him step by step.

The two extremes of one tall and one short seem to be unharmonious.

There is a path behind the restaurant, paved with cobblestones, twisted and twisted, and it is difficult to walk. The short plants around it are full of thorns, and if you are not careful, you will catch girls' short skirts or even stockings.

A thorny thorn next to it is still wrapped with a strand of flesh-colored silk thread, which dances wildly with the wind as soon as it blows, and the long tail of the thread sweeps towards Atobe Keigo, he stretches out his hand and waves it away, the back of his hand being brushed feels a little itchy .

Keigo Atobe couldn't help but turn his head back, and Sakura Sakura followed two meters behind him, a pair of skeleton-like legs with no beauty in shape, slightly exposed vertical and horizontal veins, and light blue bruises on them.

Tokyo is not considered the hinterland, and the prestige of early spring is still there, not to mention the cold weather of late spring.

Zhiyu Sakurana found the target following the eyes of the other party falling on her, and was very puzzled: "Why are you looking at my legs?"

She took a step back, disgusted.

Keigo Atobe almost bit his tongue: "Hey Zhiyu, what are you doing back up, I don't have any extra thoughts about you!"

Zhiyu Sakurana couldn't hide her curiosity: "Then why are you looking at my legs? There are marks all over them, it doesn't look good."

"Foot fetish?" She clicked her tongue, and finally added: "I won't tell anyone."

Thank you so much!

He almost couldn't control the itching of his hands, if he didn't see her skinny and frail with an elbow, he would have really turned down.After getting along for so long, Atobe Keigo had long been sure that this man was really thick-skinned. He snorted coldly and said, "I'm just worried that your legs are short and make you walk too slowly, and you can't keep up with my pace. Your legs ...in the morning?"

"The legs are not short." She spread her hands, "Didn't you see the one who was pushed?"

He didn't look back: "I'll get you medicine later, the tennis club has special medicine."

After speaking, he walked away with his long legs.

Zhiyu Yingna covered the position of the left atrium of her body, her heart seemed to be beating a little fast, she thought a little uncertainly: Is this embarrassment turned into anger?

Two people stood at a large door, the door leaf was locked, and the frame was carved with blooming roses. The style was extremely strong. This kind of place decorated with complicated patterns could be seen as belonging to Keigo Atobe at a glance.

He simply ordered: "No members of the club are here at noon, so I won't take you there. This is the back office of the tennis club. You will work in this place from now on, and someone will hand over the specific work content to you at that time. "

Zhiyu Sakurana nodded: "Then when will I start working?"

Atobe Keigo looked at his watch: "I will start tomorrow. The work starts before the morning class and in the afternoon. It depends on your efficiency at the end."

"Everything is business-like," he said bluntly, as if deliberately emphasizing this point: "Don't forget, I'm still your creditor."

***

The night in early spring gets dark too quickly, and the sky turns dark after the twilight sinks in the west.

Oriha Sakura went upstairs with her bag. The stairs of the old-fashioned building were a bit narrow. The dim lights flickered on and off, and the dark corridor seemed to be plunged into darkness at any moment.

The Hyotei Academy is located in the bustling area of ​​central Tokyo, and the rented house of Oriha Sakurana is in Adachi District.Adachi District is also famous, not much inferior to Ginza, but it is famous in "poor" and "slum areas". Although it is not as chaotic as Brazil's slum areas, it is also a crime-prone area.

In the human world, sin and poverty seem to be bound together by nature.

The hand hurt from the full bag, Oraha Sakurana changed it to a hug, hugged the bag to her chest, and went up the stairs according to her feeling.This building has seven floors, and she lives in the attic on the seventh floor.

There was only one sound of footsteps in the empty corridor, a somewhat hollow clicking sound, the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the concrete floor, it seemed to come from downstairs, and it kept ringing non-stop.

Oraha Sakurana's sneakers fell without a sound, the corridor was silent, and the high heels sounded everywhere, as if someone was walking beside her.

She walked to the corner without slowing down, and there were bright red ink characters marked on the already yellowed wall. In the gloomy building, the red was a little black, and the red characters suddenly flowed slowly, flowing down the wall like blood. Seep.

She wiped her eyes: "It's the third floor."

The blood on the writing snaked down from the wall like a reptile, leaving wet and sticky marks on the concrete floor. Zhiyu Yingna stopped and kicked her legs back, shaking off the red worm on the upper of the shoe, and continued as if nothing had happened. go upstairs.

"Good flowers don't always bloom, and good times don't last long..."

The looming singing voice pierced through from all directions, the singing was extremely sad and moving, like a woman's cry, when she listened intently, it seemed that there was nothing.

Singing and singing stopped, Zhiyu Yingnai couldn't help but continue the following words: "Sorrow heaps and smiles, tears shed lovesickness belt, after parting tonight, when will you come again... It's rare in life to get drunk, no How can we wait more..."

The curtains in the corridor suddenly flapped crazily, and the cold draft poured into the stairs from the small windows on the walls on both sides. The two small windows were blown back and forth by the wind, making a bang, as if venting their anger and dissatisfaction .

With a bang, the two windows were suddenly shut tightly.

Zhiyu Sakurana's face was covered by a white plastic bag, she couldn't see what was in front of her, she just felt someone walking towards her.

"finally found you……"

There was a rustling sound from the plastic bag, a hand passed through the plastic bag and fell on her face, the skinny hand that was like a chicken paw touched Zhiyu Sakurana's face, the biting cold was about to freeze into her face in the bone marrow.

"It's so cold, I'm shivering from the cold. Why did you come back so late today? It must be very heavy after buying so many things. Why don't you ask the old man to help you with your useless appearance?"

The burden in her arms was gone immediately, and Sakura Sakura raised her head to greet the person who came: "Grandma Masako."

Masako, who is in her fifties and sixties, still has the strength of her hands. She walked upstairs carrying Zhiyu Sakurana's shopping bag, and looked back from time to time to see if she had followed, and kept repeating in her mouth: "Now It's quite cold, and it's getting dark fast, a girl shouldn't stay outside all the time, and come back as soon as school is over, do you hear me?"

Her eyes flickered, and she sighed: "It's not like you don't know about this area. In addition, in recent days, there have been more people and bad people in society, and the law and order has deteriorated."

Zhiyu Sakurana nodded: "I know."

"Do you know that you are still coming back so late?" She lowered her voice, her eyes quickly scanned the darkness, and the bag almost fell to the ground with a shake of her hand: "...today... I bought it from the seafood market today. There are a lot of fresh sea prawns, and they are almost done, just wait for you to come back and start cooking, the old man is going to drink with Tezuka and the others tonight, so the two of us don’t care about him, let’s have a good time.”

Walking to the door on the left on the sixth floor, Masako took out the key and opened the room: "Come in."

Zhiyu Yingna walked in. The whole house was not big, but it was decorated very warmly. There were a few small rabbit dolls at the entrance. Although there were no valuable decorations, the owner's intentions could be seen everywhere.

She poked the white cat doll with her hand, teasing its short whiskers.

There was a heavy "bang" sound behind her, and Masako closed the door tightly, leaning against the back of the door panting heavily, with a look of undecided shock, she slowly slid down against the back of the door, her whole body stretched out after being overly tense. Suddenly relax.

Zhiyu Yingna turned around, a little curious: "What's wrong?"

Masako's voice was trembling: "Sakura, did you hear any strange noises when you went upstairs?"

Zhiyu Yingna thought for a while and said, "It's not surprising."

The strange sound frightened Masako into a loss of composure. She didn't think about the meaning of Oriha Sakurana's words for a while, and patted her chest to ease her breath: "Mr. Seimei, please bless me, I hope I made a mistake just now."

Seimei?Oriha Sakurana asked: "Seimei is Abe Seimei?"

"You silly boy, why don't you even know this?" Masako calmed down and said, "There are some ready-made snacks on the table, just make do with it, and I'll go to serve the incense sticks first."

Oriha Sakurana watched as Masako ran into the Japanese room, walked to the entrance, and wiped off the bright red stains on the shoe surface with paper.