Genius look

The night in Paris is quiet and silent.

At midnight after the rain, the spring breeze overflows into the window lattice with the faint fragrance of green grass.

His throat was so dry, he rubbed his head and sat up, the bed beside him was empty, when he went out, the door of the study room was ajar, wisps of orange light leaked out.

The boy picked up the cup on the coffee table, took a few sips, and after the dryness of his throat was relieved, he walked into the study softly.

Sure enough, I saw a girl lying on the table in a light sleep, with long chestnut hair scattered on the corner of the table, breathing shallowly, brushing the slightly moving drawing paper on the table.

He tried his best to lighten the movements of his hands, and hugged the girl into his arms, but still woke her up.

His voice after a deep sleep was a little hoarse, and it was even more quiet in the night. His voice was cold and quiet, slightly gentle, "Why are you sleeping here?"

She curled up in his arms safely, let him hug him horizontally, slightly closed her eyes, smiled, and said delicately, "Waiting for you to hug me."

The boy curled his lips with a smile, "Sly guy."

But in the darkness, he walked nimbly back to the bedroom with the person in his arms in his arms.

As soon as her back was attached to the soft mattress, the person beside her hugged her waist and rubbed her into her arms. Her big hands skillfully brushed her hair, and gently pushed her head against his chest.

She sniffed the unique warm breath on his chest, lost sleepiness, and climbed his back muscles with her little hands through the cotton pajamas.

The voice resonated in the chest, touching her forehead hair, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

The sound line is ambiguous.

She didn't answer, she rubbed upwards, and the tip of her tongue lightly picked up the buttons of his pajamas, across the collarbone, biting upwards, and found his lips.

His overnight flight came from London, and it was already two in the morning when he arrived in Paris. After the game, the continuous journey was exhausting.

I am not sleepy now.

Responding to her kiss, the young man deftly rolled over on top of her and pushed her under him. His tea-brown hair slowly descended, sweeping past her eyes, entangled with the chestnut hair on her forehead.

Her sea-blue eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and she saw her black eyes flickering and her eyes flickering beneath her.

Breathing gradually became disordered.

"Xingzi, the weather is good tonight, let's do something meaningful."

When Bu Er Xingzi woke up, it was almost noon, and the sun outside the window was shining brightly through the gauze curtains in her eyes.

She was curled up in the quilt, warmed by the sun, and didn't want to get up.

She is so tired.

I remembered that someone tossed her until almost dawn last night before letting her sleep peacefully.

Stinky hooligan, paralyzed face, narcissist, physical monster, tsundere...

She groaned silently, thinking of the plane in the afternoon, and got up in a hurry. When she passed the living room, someone who had won a series of honorary titles was concentrating on playing games.

"Tezuka Guoan."

"Ok?"

The answer was very perfunctory.

Xingzi crossed his hips and snatched his game console. His pretty face was magnified in front of his eyes, "Hey, I'm going to say goodbye to the teacher. Are you going?"

Speaking of which, that person can be regarded as half of his teacher.

Tezuka Kuni'an was deadlocked for a while, her teacher...

"Don't go."

He thought of that old man with purple hair and purple eyes who laughed so hard every day.

When he defeated his own father for the first time that year, he was brought in by his ruthless father to rescue him.

Who would have thought that a sissy who sits in the studio every day and only writes pen and ink is an unworldly expert.

The result was naturally that he was slashed severely.

Even now that he is a professional player who has won consecutive grand slams, he still can't forget the nightmare that person brought him.

"Pfft." Xingzi couldn't help laughing, "You must be afraid, right? Huh? Xiao An?"

Xiaoan's face was flawless and calm, "No."

"Really?"

"what."

"Didn't lie?"

"what."

"you sure?"

"what."

"Then come with me~"

"..."

Alas, men are hypocritical to save face.

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"Paris Academy of Fine Arts"

When Yukimura saw Fuji Xingzi come to say goodbye to him, he felt relieved but also a little bit reluctant. After all, he was his favorite student, and now he returned home after studying, he was naturally emotional.

But this kind of emotion turned into ridicule when he saw the young man with a bitter face beside the little girl.

"Yo, it's rare, brat."

Yukimura looked at the face that was the same as his father, except for the lack of the iconic glasses, "It looks more and more like Tezuka-kun."

Tezuka Guoan finally said, "That's really unfortunate."

He doesn't want to be a paralyzed expressionless face.

What's more, "I'm not an old man."

Xingzi elbowed the boy on the chest, "Teacher, don't listen to this guy."

Yukimura smiled brighter, and Xiao An's scalp began to tingle, "Don't worry, I never care about the brat."

"..."

"..."

The farewell ended in a rather harmonious atmosphere.

To prevent being caught, the young girl dragged the box at the speed of light and left Paris in despair.

As soon as he boarded the plane, the exhaustion accumulated for a long time finally hit him like a mountain. He turned his body and leaned his head on her indifferently. The tall figure was leaning on her slightly thin shoulders, which was a bit weird.

She coquettishly said, "You are so heavy." But she didn't push him away.

In a daze, he replied, "Well...someone bullies you, call me."

Xingzi smiled secretly, asked the stewardess for a blanket, and together with him, surrounded the two of them tightly.

Through the narrow window, there is an endless sea of ​​clouds under the clear sky.

She thought that the year she first met him probably also had such a gentle spring and sunshine.

She was born 2 months later than him, but she always stubbornly refused to call him brother.

No brother would bully his sister in different ways, even if he always likes to play a hero in front of her and say that no one will bully her.

But the worst is him.

Everyone said that a son would reveal the shadow of his father, but she never felt that this guy was born to Uncle Tezuka and Aunt Yui.

There was nothing but the paralyzed face that had been produced almost as if it had been duplicated.

She also asked her father why Xiao An was not like his own parents at all, neither as quiet and calm as Uncle Tezuka, nor as intelligent and gentle as Aunt Yui.

Instead, she just wanted to describe his childhood in three words.

Silly roe deer ==

Dad just rubbed her head with a smile and said, because he was just an unplanned accident^_^

At that time, she was still young and did not understand the meaning of it.

Later, when this guy successfully became her family's resident son-in-law, she finally understood what Dad said.

Parents are true love, children are just accidents==

From the day Uncle Tezuka completely retired from the game, Xiao An not only lost his father, but also lost his mother ==

When his parents decided to enjoy a two-person trip around the world to make up for the pain of years of separation, he became a full-fledged child.

He once lived in the magnificent Atobe compound, but when he came back, he only told her that he didn't like the monkey mountain king at all.

He is obviously an old man, but he wants to call him brother and brother, he is just a baby.

However, he likes the arrogance of the monkey mountain king.

So, for a while, she looked at the face that resembled Uncle Tezuka, and from time to time, she uttered a sentence that was not good enough, "Let's indulge in my master's gorgeous skills!"

To be honest, she had the urge to poke her eyes.

He also lived in the deep and simple Sanada house, but every time he ended up running away late at night. He said that he couldn't bear the semi-military management lifestyle of Uncle Sanada's house, and he would rather be autistic if he continued to live there.

However, he likes Uncle Sanada's majesty when wielding a big sword.

So, when he held a tennis racket and performed a 36-style big knife in front of her, she silently gave him a high rating of ten stars on the danger index with her disheveled hair on her head.

Of course he lived in a very lively Echizen house, but he really didn't like being treated as a younger child by three older children.

However, he fell in love with Uncle Echizen, who has a cool personality and amazing golf skills.

So much so that in the long, long future, he has always used "Madada hit inside" as the end of his game.

Oh, it's worth mentioning that since returning from a visit to Echizen's house, he seems to know how to distinguish good and bad girls.

He said that it was his good friend, Anan, who taught him the little secret.

She just wanted to say, huh.

Therefore, after his investigation and considering various factors, he decided to be her family's resident son-in-law.

Although Aunt Xiaoya looks a bit harsh on the surface, she is actually quite gentle. Although Uncle Bu Er is gentle on the surface, she is actually quite dark ==

It's exactly the same as his family's ruthless smiling tiger mother.

But don't be afraid.

If squinting dares to bully him, he will bully his stupid daughter.

But the facts have proved that every time, it ends with Squint Eyes and Squint Eyes' daughter joining forces to bully classmate Xiaoan.

In this way, they spent their childhood in a state of being stupid and pretending to be stupid.

But after middle school, the situation didn't seem to get better.

However, there was one thing finally, she felt that he was somewhat similar to Uncle Tezuka.

That is, in the obsession with being the first in the grade, he has never done his part.

However, a positive number and a reciprocal ==

And as she grew up year after year, she became more and more slim.

Everyone said that she had inherited her father's good looks, and her mother's classical and elegant temperament, plus excellent grades and gentle conversation.

She was really a "child of someone else's family".

But top students have troubles of top students after all.

When she was cornered by a bunch of school punks for the first time, she discovered the gap between the power of boys and girls.

She cried.

Cried earth-shatteringly.

Until a familiar voice reached her ears through the human wall that surrounded her.

He was holding a tennis racket, dressed casually in school uniform, and his tea-brown hair was a little messy, as if he had just woken up after skipping class.

It is completely the difference between a punk and a group of punks.

A little gangster spoke, and his sea blue eyes stared at the menacing crowd in front of him, "Who are you?"

Condescending insolence.

A group of gangsters attacked her, "Who are you?" He pointed to her who was squatting in the corner and silently wiping tears, "Who is she? Your sister? Mind your own business."

He took out a tennis ball from his trouser pocket, and said calmly, "My girlfriend, can you bully me? Huh?"

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile, and he shook the ball in his hand, turning one into five, "Come on, let's indulge in this young master's magnificent skills!"

In an instant, the ball was picked up and landed, and several people fell to the ground with howls.

He rushed to her side, grabbed her hand and ran out desperately.

All in seconds.

He took her hand and yelled without looking back.

"You are still far behind!"

However, after a long time, when he mentioned this matter again, he only remembered that she ran too slowly.

Then he took this opportunity to complain that she was not yet middle-aged, and her figure was slightly out of shape.

Seriously, she really wanted to fuck him, even though he saved her.

But seeing that loud "girlfriend", she was determined to let him go who was still stupid.

The plane started to descend, and she opened the partition of the window according to the prompt, and the bright sunlight poured in through the window, waking him who was asleep.

Tezuka Kunian's sleepy eyes were hazy, he raised his head in a blur, and met a pretty little face.

She is against the light.

Smile softly.

He was a little taken aback.

After a while, he finally spoke, "Xingzi."

"Ok?"

"You're fat again."

"..."

The author has something to say:

After many days, Axia finally returned to this article.

This chapter is also known as: The Tezuka Family's Buddhist Way of Raising Children.

The last episode, the end of the next chapter will really end /tears/

I hope you like it~