I can't possibly marry Kinomoto [comprehensive]

[He's just a stranger. ]

[Thanks to Mr. Stranger, I'm much better now. ]

[Kinomoto, you should go back to work earlier, I want to leave with my...boyfriend]

……

Back home, Momoya Kinomoto changed out of his sweat-soaked overalls, went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

The warm water wets his short hair and sticks it to his face in strands. After taking a shower, he puts on his pajamas and wipes his hair and walks out of the bathroom. When he passes by his sister's room, he hears the noise inside.

"Sakura, haven't you slept so late?"

Kinomoto Momoya knocked on the door twice, and after opening the door, his eyes passed over his sister directly, and locked on the yellow puppet placed beside her bed.

The yellow puppet still maintained the same movements as usual. Kinomoto Momoya squinted and stared at it motionless for several times before looking at Sakura who was sitting nervously on the bed with a straight face: "Go to sleep."

Kinomoto Sakura had just recovered the Clow card and went home. She was taken aback by her brother's sudden attack, and nodded with a stiff smile: "Okay, okay brother..."

"Yes." Momoya Kinomoto stared at the puppet calmly, and closed the door.

Before Sakura Kinomoto could breathe, the room was opened by someone again.

"...?"

Kinomoto Momoya looked at the puppet with a drop of cold sweat on its forehead, looked away and said to his sister, "Sakura, do you have Asada's email address?"

"Eh? Sister Zhiyi?" Xiao Ying hummed and tilted her head: "Yes, brother, do you want it?"

"give it to me."

"Oh..." Xiao Ying didn't know if it was okay for her to hand over Zhiyi's sister's email address rashly, but her brother has known her since childhood, so it shouldn't matter if it is given out, right?

"Here." After copying Zhiyi's sister's address from the mobile phone, Xiao Ying tore off a page from the notebook and handed it to the brother at the door.

Kinomoto Momoya took it and looked at it, reached out and rubbed his sister's short hair, and ordered: "Hurry up and go to sleep!"

Kinomoto Sakura silently touched her messed up head, pouted: "Got it..."

"Don't stay up late, I'll come over later to check." After leaving these words, Kinomoto Momoya went back to the bedroom and closed the door, turned off the headlights and left only the small lamp in front of the desk, took out his mobile phone and entered Asada Oriyi's email address.

After editing what I wanted to say, I deleted it word by word. Before I knew it, half an hour passed, and the content area was still blank.

He rubbed the space between his brows, feeling so bewildered for the first time in his life.

Did Asada misunderstand him, and is that tall, thin and elegant boy with glasses really her boyfriend?

The facts are clearly in front of his eyes, but Kinomoto Momoya's intuition tells him that maybe things are not what they seem on the surface.

Sure enough, I still ask———

Her injury is better, right?

He turned on the blacked-out screen again, edited what he wanted to say, and pressed the send button.

>>>

This way, Asada's house.

Ori Asada was lying on the bed crying, and sitting next to her was Keigo Atobe with a cold face and silence.

"Brother Jingwu, please go home, I'm really fine..." Holding the pillow, she couldn't stand the air-conditioning around her cousin, so she made a suggestion weakly.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'll just wait here until Uncle comes back." Keigo Atobe said.

He was almost pissed off by his cousin. She interrupted his relaxation until all the staff escorted her to the hospital. After the filming in the hospital, he found that her ankle was twisted quite badly, so he put on a plaster cast. dismantle.

"What the hell did you do, you can fall on the ground while walking?"

Because Shinozu helped keep Oriyo Asada's secret, Keigo Atobe didn't know that she twisted her feet to avoid Momoya Kinomoto, and thought she was hurt because she was having too much fun walking and jumping.

Zhiyi was scolded, and Ren Zu, who was with her, was also scolded severely, and she was a little embarrassed when she couldn't speak.

"I was wrong... That's why I told you that you don't need to send me to the hospital. Anyway, I've been prescribed medicine, and it doesn't matter whether I get a cast or not. Everyone didn't have the best time." Asada Oriyi muttered.

"Asada Oriyi!"

"Wow, help, my cousin is going to kill someone!" Asada Oriyi exaggeratedly yelled as he wrapped himself in the quilt.

Atobe Keigo: ...so when did his cousin become like this!

When she and Aunt Mae moved to Yokohama, she was only five or six years old. In my impression, she was a cute girl with rosy cheeks and braids.

Later, because of the distance, we didn’t have much contact, but every year when she celebrates her birthday, the family will go to celebrate her, and when she performs on stage, as long as he is free, he will go to watch with his mother.

In my memory, there is always a gentle smile on her lips, and her demeanor is full of the elegant temperament of practicing piano all the year round. In the center of the stage, she is wearing a light-colored slim long dress, and her delicate chin is pressed against the chin rest , raise the right hand to move the bow smoothly.

Like a spirit of music.

It's not like now——

"Wuwuwu Jingwu brother, please let me go, I feel uncomfortable sitting here. Anyway, Dad will be back soon, and you have to get up early for training tomorrow, don't worry about me, go home soon, uncle is still here Waiting for you downstairs, he's getting old, it's not good to stay up late."

Keigo Atobe caressed the mole of tears and almost didn't look at her, that's all, Keigo Atobe would be chased away one day.

"Then I will go back first."

"Go, let's go." A certain person didn't hesitate, and it was not difficult to hear a hint of joy in his tone.

Keigo Atobe just got up when the white mobile phone placed on the bedside table vibrated suddenly.

Asada Oriyi stretched out his hand to reach the bedside table enough, but he couldn't reach it, and looked at Atobe flatteringly: "Cousin, help me pass it."

Keigo Atobe grabbed the phone, touched the screen with his fingers inadvertently, and subconsciously looked at the lit screen.

Unknown number: [...Are you home yet?Did you go to the hospital to take a film? Is it all right? ]

He raised his eyebrows, read the message carefully again, and realized that something was wrong, he shook it in front of her and asked, "Who is this?"

"Who?"

Asada Oriyi looked over his head, but before he could react, his expression changed instantly.

Apart from members of the tennis club, the only people who knew about her ankle injury were only one person.And the members of the tennis club accompanied her to the hospital today, so they naturally knew that she was escorted home by Atobu himself.

Therefore, this strange number can only be——

"I, I don't know!" Asada Oriyi hurriedly grabbed the phone, pressed the black screen and hid behind him.

Atobe Keigo's deep voice sounded: "Origi——"

"Really, I don't know who it is, who must have sent the wrong message?"

"Bring your phone."

"why?"

"Since you said you didn't know, then this stranger who sent you a message at [-] o'clock in the middle of the night, and didn't even get the news from where to know that you were injured, I naturally have to check it out."

Atobe Keigo looked like his cousin was thinking of you, but he was actually afraid that his silly cousin who was in her prime would be cheated: "Here's the phone, I'll call and ask."

"!" Asada Oriyi panicked.

Seeing her cousin's big bony hand reaching out, she had no choice but to turn over and dodge, grabbed the phone and quickly deleted the email.

After finishing a series of actions, Asada Oriyi breathed a sigh of relief, and then his face turned pale.

"Ah, my feet hurt so much—" I turned over too much just now, and my feet were pressed down!

Atobe Keigo had a cross on his head, and was about to talk about her, when he heard an anxious voice from downstairs: "I'm back!"

Then, hurried upstairs, Nobuo Asada, who had just rushed home from school, didn't even have time to take off his coat, and walked directly into Oriyi's room, his eyes behind the glasses were full of concern: "Origi, are you okay? "

He looked at her feet wrapped in plaster, his tired face was full of distress, his eyes passed over Keigo Atobe standing at the head of the bed, Asada Shin walked over and patted the young man on the shoulder, thanking him: "Thank you for your hard work." Jingwu, thank you for taking her to the hospital."

Atobe Keigo nodded politely to his uncle: "It's what I should do, sorry Uncle, I didn't take good care of her."

"It's not your fault. I heard that Zhiyi walked carelessly. Sigh." Asada Shinobu went to Asada Zhiyi's bedside and sat down, touched her head lovingly, and sighed: "I thought You are already a big girl, but the result is still so unreliable."

Asada Oriyi had a sore nose, feeling that he was really sorry for his caring father, hugged him and put his chin on his shoulder, "I'm sorry, Dad, for making you worry."

"You're fine, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

…………

Atobe Keigo looked at the close father and daughter in front of him, a trace of almost imperceptible envy flashed in his eyes, he quickly put away his emotions, curled up the corners of his mouth, still showing his usual noble and arrogant appearance.

The father and daughter only had each other in their eyes. He didn't make a sound and went downstairs lightly.

"Uncle, let's go home." The Emperor of the Ice Emperor softened his voice and said to the old man who was sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

"Yes, sir."

>>>

After talking to her daughter for a long time, after making sure she was fine, Nobu Asada was afraid of delaying her daughter's sleep and rest, so she put a soft kiss on the hair on the top of her head, covered her with the quilt, and turned off the light in the room when she left.

After waiting in the dark for 2 minutes, Asada Oriyi made sure that his father had gone downstairs, and sneakily took out the phone from under the pillow.

Open the screen, there is a smooth desktop, the column of the inbox is empty.

...He didn't send any more emails.

Asada Oriyi stared at the phone, stayed silent for a while, and then sighed heavily.

The email had been deleted by her just now, and she didn't write down the email address of the other party, so she couldn't do anything even if she wanted to reply to the message.

Besides, she didn't know whether she should return to him or not.

Renzu today's words made her feel a little complicated.

She rubbed her sore eyes, threw the phone back on the bedside table a little annoyed, buried her face in the bed, and fell asleep.

>>>

Kinomoto's home.

The teenager sitting at the desk put down the book in his hand and picked up the mobile phone placed under the desk lamp.

Still no reply.

He lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered his pupils, making it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes clearly.

When the hour hand pointed past twelve, Momoya Kinomoto finally got up, turned off the light and went to bed.

In the darkness, scenes of the girl being carried behind by the boy came to mind one after another, Momoya Kinomoto frowned and turned over.

That night, Momoya Kinomoto, who hadn't dreamed for a long time, had a strange dream.In his dream, he was at the Moon Peak Shrine, with Yukito, Sakura, Tomoyo, and Nasty Kid standing beside him. He seemed to be competing with the Nasty Kid for some boring reason. Suddenly, the sixth sense told him that it was not far away. Danger is happening.

This feeling……

Kinomoto Momoya put down the circle in his hand, before he had time to explain, he left the crowd and rushed towards the sparsely populated place by instinct.

He was wearing a bathrobe and clogs on his feet. He had limited mobility but ran out of his usual speed on the court.

There is a small bridge beside the small river at the edge of the shrine. In the middle of the bridge, a girl in a light yellow yukata is being grabbed by a drunk man's wrist.

Kinomoto Momoya's pupils dilated, he accelerated his feet, and pushed the drunk man who smelled of alcohol away.

The girl Ben and the drunk man were in a stalemate, and when she was suddenly let go, her body immediately fell back. Momoya Kinomoto quickly grabbed her and pulled her into her arms.

In front of her were her panicked eyes, and the tip of her nose was only a few millimeters away from meeting him. The girl's body was soft, and the sweet breath on her body rushed into her nasal cavity wantonly.

Looking at her cute red face, Kinomoto Momoya felt that the whole world was quiet, only the soft moonlight sprinkled wantonly on the river surface, and the sound of his heart beating violently.

……

When he woke up the next day, Momoya Kinomoto calmed down, sat up and recalled last night's dream carefully, with deep eyes.

The long-lost prophetic dream?

Pick up the calendar next to your bed and keep your eyes on the weekend in two weeks.

It is the day when the summer festival is held every year at Tsukimine Shrine.

He picked up a pen and drew a heavy circle on it.