[Black Basket] The medicine cannot be stopped

All the way home with Mr. S was very silent.

Mr. S should be doing well ten years later, otherwise he would not be able to afford such a high-end car. Unfortunately, I have no intention of appreciating the high-tech settings in the car. I just sit on the co-pilot with a straight face, thinking seriously.

But probably only I know that my heart is screaming crazily——

Why on earth did I get divorced!why why why! (Erkang hand)

...Obviously I can't answer this question myself, so I can only calmly turn my attention to Mr. S who is concentrating on driving.

There is a saying that a serious man is the most handsome.

I think Mr. S's most attractive point is his seriousness—for example, now.

The cuffs of the white shirt were rolled up to the arms, revealing a section of white and smooth skin, which formed a sharp contrast with the dark steering wheel. His slender fingers rested on the steering wheel carelessly, tapping a few times from time to time to wait for the red light.The strange-colored eyes under the soft hair stared forward, as focused as a painting.

……

To describe it in one word, handsome!

To describe it in two words, marry me!

... Well, I have gotten my wish and married.

"Just speak up if you have something to say."

Once again, when I secretly glanced at Mr. S, he turned his head to look at me, and at the same time asked me to express my doubts.

Mr. S is still a straight ball player...

"Just..." I coughed twice in embarrassment, "I just want to ask...then what..."

"Why are you divorcing me?"

Mr. S of the Straight Ball School, you are awesome.

I nodded and looked at Mr. S expectantly, trying to get some important answers.

However, Mr. S was only silent for a few seconds before plausibly giving an answer that was not an answer at all.

"...Maybe it's a personality mismatch."

I was speechless for a few seconds, and finally couldn't bear to accuse him.

"You are too perfunctory!"

Mr. S was not attacked at all, and continued to drive calmly, "Oh, is it so obvious?"

"Su-obvious!"

I sat on the side angrily, I don't know why, I always feel that Mr. S's attitude towards me ten years later is super strange. ...Although I haven't had any contact with him ten years later, I'm so used to it!There is always an illusion of being coquettish (really) to the older brother.

"Your parents, do you need to explain it?" Mr. S ignored my petty temper at all, and directly started the "adult conversation topic", "And the editor, I have already called to ask for leave for you, just He said that he was temporarily ill and couldn't write a manuscript... During this time, you can rest at home and recuperate."

"It's not like I'm sick...!" I tried to defend myself, "What is writing, my future career?"

"A career 'now'."

Mr. S explained professionally, "Write some travel notes and essays for magazines, and post them with pictures. I have my own column and have published several books."

eh eh eh eh!

So... I look pretty good!

Ten years later, not only did I not starve myself to death, but I found a super comfortable job, right?

I couldn't help feeling complacent, "I didn't expect me to be able to do it ten years later!... Speaking of you, what are you doing now? You shouldn't be playing professional basketball, right?"

Although Mr. S's obsession with basketball was second to none ten years ago, judging by his current attire, he is definitely not a sports player.

I guess, it should be a bank clerk, an IT company backbone, or something like that!

After all, even Mr. S, at the age where he is running around for a living, can't always maintain a cool, handsome and domineering appearance...

"Not professional."

Mr. S slowly parked the car in the garage along the slippery slope of the garage. When I was proud of my judgment, he turned off the engine and slapped my self-satisfied face again.

"Currently a professional chess player."

"..."

...sorry for making me retract my foreword!Even if ten or 20 years later, he becomes Mr. S with his beard and hair turning white, he must still be cool, handsome and domineering! ! !

A professional chess player, a profession that can only be seen on TV, appeared beside me...! ! !

And, moreover, my husband! ! !

Also let people live! ! !

I kept the =口= expression and followed Mr. S all the way home from the garage. At this moment, looking at Mr. S's handsome back, it seemed to be coated with a layer of shiny gold, so I couldn't help but worship. Worship...

I haven’t noticed it before, but now that I think about it, this luxuriously decorated house, the sports car galloping on the road, and the signs exposed by the neat and clean clothes...all of them tell me what kind of local tyrant this is, and with my few books I'm afraid it's only a fraction of the income, right?

As expected of Mr. S, a professional chess player.

I silently stood up and saluted Mr. S. With such an extraordinary identity, how did I manage to marry him?This is really a problem that bothers me.

Thinking about it carefully, the second meeting between Mr. S and I seemed to be in the activity room of the shogi club.

The club I chose is the most boring film club, because I only need to show a movie at random for everyone to watch, so even if it is skipped, it will not be discovered at all. At the end of the semester, go to the next movie review on the Internet. You can get a pretty good score.

...Yes, that's how I was perfunctory when I was in middle school!

That day, I sneaked out of the film club again to go home early, and suddenly found that the shogi club on the next floor was surrounded by many people.

However, contrary to the atmosphere of so many people, the scene was extremely silent, even a bit dignified.

Although it is said that everyone in the shogi club usually plays chess without saying a word, but this is the first time I have seen so many people. After all, this kind of club is not a big club. Seeing that the onlookers seemed to be here for an ongoing game, they felt a little bored at the moment.

I have to admit it without shame, I don't understand shogi at all, and I have no interest at all (very proud).

Just when I was about to pat my schoolbag and leave, I accidentally caught a bright color from the corner of my eye.

After taking a closer look, I realized that the guy standing at the front of the spectators who was watching the game calmly seemed to have met me before and talked to me once...?

Well, it seems that since then, it has made me care a little...?

For example, now, I don't seem to want to go back...?

Do you want to go over and say hello to him...?

I, the idiot girl, deeply felt at that time what is "secret love" and what is "an idiot's secret love".