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The news that Masaharu Nioh and Saori Yagyu went to school together almost overshadowed the news that Ryoko Murakami had returned to school that day, and became the best topic of conversation at Lihai University.

The school uniform worn by Nioh Masaharu belongs to Yagyu Hiroshi.This indisputable established fact seems to be more favorable to prove the rumor that Nioh and Saeweave even spent the night together.

The love affair between Murakami Ryoko and Nioh Masaharu used to be regarded as a good story of Li Haida, a man with a talent and a woman with a beautiful appearance, a match made in heaven.Is this good story going to be rewritten now because of Yagyu Saori who has no sense of existence at all?

As soon as Yagyu Saori entered the door, she felt a different sight than usual.

Kirihara Chi looked at her, his emerald green eyes were bright and bright.He had just finished his homework, and he threw his school uniform jacket on the messy table, and his thin T-shirt was slightly stained with sweat.

The originally fair face, dotted with sweat, looked like countless tiny diamonds in the sunlight outside the window.Saori couldn't tell what Kirihara's eyes meant - but she could read the meaning of other people's eyes - nothing more than doubt, curiosity, and contempt.

Murakami Ryoko finally appeared in the only vacant seat in the class, surrounded by many people.Even wearing Li Haida's rustic earth-toned spring school uniform, he is still ethereal and clear like a weak and white flower.

She tilted her head, her black hair slipped over her shoulders, and gradually fell on the girl's fair arms.Ryoko waved her hands like a reed field blown by the wind in autumn: "Saori, good day."

Saori glanced at Ryoko, said "Good morning", and sat down in a hurry.

To this day, she still cannot look directly at Ryoko Murakami.Because of guilt, because of fear.

Kirihara habitually poked Saori's shoulder until the table in front of her turned her head, with a pale face and an unexpected obvious scar on her cheek: "You and Nioh-senpai..."

Saori held her schoolbag, and looked at Akiya Kirihara without knowing it. The black-haired boy lost his temper under Saori's gaze, rubbed his hair irritably, and swallowed his words: "Forget it, forget it." .”

"What's the matter with me and Nioh-senpai?" Saori asked, her voice was flat and without ups and downs, and when she was expressionless, people would easily think of her brother Yagyu Hiroshi.

Kirihara couldn't see the purple eyes hidden behind the lens, but from the tone of his voice, the black-haired boy caught a little anger from the other party: "I said it's nothing."

Ryoko raised her head to look at Saori Yagyu, her black and white eyes were like a pitch-black lake, and the dark clouds floating on the lake were about to rain heavily at any moment.

The title of the goddess has not changed, and Ryoko Murakami's appeal has not changed even after a year.No matter who it is, because of Ryoko's distressed tears, they unconsciously stand on the opposite side of Yagyu Saori.

"Oh..." Saori shrugged, and then began to take out the homework from the schoolbag one by one and put them on the table.

She heard the rustling discussions around her, and the topics surrounding Ryoko Murakami seemed to be still in the early summer after the spring break last year.

From the first class to the end of school, including the breaks and lunch breaks of each class, people Yagyu knew or didn't know always came to ask about her relationship with Masaharu Nioh.

Because they met by chance on the road, it turned into a relationship, and because they wore brother's school uniform, it intensified into a scandal that they spent the night together.

Rabbits don't eat grass by the side of the nest, but as the younger sister who is being chosen, she has a crush on her brother's partner. As Murakami's classmate, she still sneaks in while the doves occupy the magpie's nest.

When Saori heard a junior school girl in the bathroom talking about the unavoidable story between her and Nioh Masaharu, she thought that the person who told the story in a firm tone had witnessed everything as a bystander.

What they care about is not authenticity, but whether the story itself is interesting or not.

After class, Saori fled from the classroom.Before Kirihara could say a word, he watched Saori's back disappear into the back door of the classroom.

The voice that was originally soft because he cared about the existence of the person involved finally grew louder uncontrollably.Some of these students who looked like good-natured people borrowed Saori's notebook, some also had dinner with Saori, and some of them asked Saori to deliver gifts to Bilushi.

Seen from the window, the yarn weaving across the playground is like a small doll.Kirihara rested his fingers on the window and let out a long sigh.

.....

Saori walked from the school to the door of the house, but only a few 10 minutes away.Because she walked so fast, she rarely broke out in a sweat.The villa where the flower pots fell last night was still the same as usual. The white-haired old man wearing glasses walked slowly around the garden with a cane.

At this point in time, her brother may be reading at home, and the nanny aunt has already started preparing a sumptuous dinner.The cool wind blew across her face, bringing up the moisture on the skin, and inexplicably felt a chill.

She walked home slowly, and when she saw the person standing at the door of her house, she was slightly taken aback, and when she got closer, she realized that it was the person she met a few days ago... Keigo Atobe.

She had no idea why Keigo Atobe, who was far away in Tokyo, would appear in Kanagawa for no reason, and she didn't know how Atobe found her home.

Saori stopped in front of Atobe, and said in surprise, "Atobe-kun?"

Atobe turned his head to look at her, but said nothing.The silver-purple hair looks like a piece of valuable brocade under the bright sunset, and the young man's sharp but slightly charming phoenix eyes are so quiet and deep.

In the quiet streets of the community, only the pleasant aroma of food can be heard from the Yagyu's villa.Bright yellow light shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the quaint gazebo in the open space in front of the door.

Yagyu and his son, who often made tea and played chess in the gazebo, were always the one who made trouble when they were young.At that time, Bi Lu Shi would smile gently, hug his younger sister in his arms like a little adult, clinging to the fingers of the white go, chubby and unexpectedly cute.

Atobe Keigo raised his hand, and lightly touched the wound on Saori's face with his fingertips: "Does it hurt?"

This is the first sentence of their second meeting.

The voice of the Ice Emperor King is still unbelievably nice, and so is his appearance.The sharp rose scent on the boy's body was especially strong around his wrist.

The face that was thought to be forgotten, actually existed in Saori Yagyu's mind at a certain moment—before she realized it herself.

She remembered Atobe's occasional upswing in his speech, the tear mole under his eyes, and his facial features, which were more delicate than girls'. Against the backdrop of his tall figure, she had no femininity at all, like a sharp knife. knife.

His soft fingertips touched Saori's cheek, Saori couldn't tell whether the source of the heat came from his slightly painful wound, or the other's delicate fingertips that looked like white jade.

Saori Yagyu frowned slightly.But it's strange...or wonderfully, she didn't think such an action was too intimate for the person they met for the second time.

She raised her head and looked at Keigo Atobe, who was a head taller than herself. The young man's brows and eyes were silent in the backlight of the setting sun, and his light-colored thin lips were pursed, like cherry blossoms blooming in spring.

"It doesn't hurt much..."

Atobe has been watching Saori all the time, watching the subtle changes in the other party's expression, and finally said two words slowly.

"lie."

The setting sun slowly fell from Atobe Keigo's broad shoulders, and the heat shining on Saori's cheeks also faded away.She seemed to hear her own rapid heartbeat, stuffed into her dazed brain together with the boy's gentle breathing.

Saori blushed and turned her head to avoid Atobe's fingers.She touched her schoolbag embarrassingly: "Atobe-kun is here in Kanagawa, what's the matter?"

"I didn't ask you for your contact information last time."

"Eh?"

Atobe took out his mobile phone and handed it in front of Yagyu. His expression was as serious as when he let Saori get into the car that night, and he said every word very clearly: "I'm here to ask for your mobile phone number."

"what?"

Atobe looked at her, waiting for her answer.The mobile phone quietly lying in the palm of Keigo Atobe reflected streamlined shimmer in the fading brightness.

Saori reacted, took the mobile phone from Atobe, and quickly entered her number.She held the phone in both hands, and the way she muttered the number was so cute that when the other party returned the phone to her, Atobe hadn't reacted yet.

Atobe pressed the call button, and heard Crayon Shin-chan's theme song coming out of Saori's pocket.

He saw Liu Sheng lowered his head, the ponytail slid over his shoulders, and pressed against her cheek tightly.Through the girl's red ears, Atobe guessed that the other party might be embarrassed.

Atobe raised the corner of his mouth, although his tone was as domineering as usual, but there was a gentle smile in his voice: "Remember my uncle's number."

"OK."

He was about to leave after speaking, Saori raised his voice, and his tone became urgent: "Does Atobe-kun want to have dinner before leaving?"

"Empty hands, not suitable for visiting." Atobe turned his head, his side face was half bright, half dark, his moist lips were like melted chocolate, he stared at Saori fixedly, "Come again next time."

Did he really come here from Tokyo just to get a contact information?Sure enough, she doesn't understand the world of the rich.Saori thought.

"Oh...then you go back and be careful."

"By the way, there will be a competition this weekend." Keigo Atobe put his hands in his trouser pockets, his legs slightly crossed, his every move seemed to be shooting a fashion pictorial, full of the unique characteristics of the King of Ice Emperor, Sparkling glamour.

"Well. I'll go."

Atobe's lips were lifted up, and the handsome eyebrows and eyes that looked down on the world softened, as if a flower was in full bloom giving off a rich fragrance.

The boy turned around and continued to walk forward. He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers: "I'll see you then."

"See you then."

—————TBC—————

The author has something to say: No matter what, first take Xiaojing out for a walk and then talk about QAQ

Mom, our Ice Emperor is really too crispy QAQ

☆、I like her

"What did Atobe do the other day?"

The second floor of the Hyotei student restaurant has always been exclusive to Keigo Atobe.In an aristocratic school like Ice Emperor, there is a clearer class concept, but no one raises any objections to the privilege of the Ice Emperor King.

Several round tables scattered in the spacious dining room are covered with white tablecloths according to Keigo Atobe’s gorgeous aesthetics, and the roses airlifted from France maintain a delicate and charming appearance.

The chef in a white chef uniform cooked the dishes, put them on a white porcelain plate, and served them to the tennis club members sitting in their seats one by one.The menu is different every day, and the freshest ingredients are airlifted from the place of origin. Keigo Atobe's high level is reflected in all aspects of basic necessities of life.

Today's meal happens to be the steak that Ninzu Yuji likes.The chef who cooks is also his favorite long-legged beauty, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a bumpy figure.

According to the degree of doneness customized according to each person's taste, the steak placed in front of the blue-haired boy was medium-rare with blood.His fingers slid across the back of the delivery woman's hand ambiguously, and he received a reproachful look from the other party, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even stronger.

He was obviously very satisfied - I don't know if it was the steak, or the charming smile of the woman just now.

"Hey, Yoshi!"

Ren Zu raised his head, met Xiang Riyue's round deer-like eyes, and opened his mouth with a half-smile: "What did you just say?"

The intonation is slightly different from the Kansai dialect, and Xiang Riyue always feels that this is the tone that Renzu has deliberately cultivated in order to pick up girls. It is not so ordinary, and it is completely out of tune with the rustic.

"I asked you just now, Atobu didn't participate in club activities on Monday, what did you do?" Xiang Ri obviously didn't intend to touch the food in front of him, he was clearly as old as Shinobu, I wonder if it was because of his hairstyle that he looked childish Clever.

A palm-sized face, and bangs that follow the shape of the eyebrows.When I was a child, I was always teased as a girl, and even Yuji Ninzu was one of them at that time.

Ninja Yuuji unfolded the napkin and gracefully placed it on his lap.He cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth.The blood-stained lips were slightly closed.The boy's honey-colored skin, and the gold-rimmed glasses specially worn to transform into a beast: "You mean, the tennis club training on Monday night?"

At this time, Yuji Ninata was like the Hannibal that Kohidake had read.

He chewed the beef carefully, looking down at Xiang Riyue who was sitting opposite him.The red-haired boy's knife and fork were still placed in the same place, only the white napkin was messed up and put aside, someone gave him a lollipop, which was kept in his mouth.

"Isn't that nonsense? Those in the support club didn't see Atobe, don't you remember that the screams were less than half that day?" Xiang Ri bit the lollipop loudly.

"You can ask him yourself." Renzu swallowed the food and said slowly.

He had to admit that he always had a bit of a naughty taste and a mood to watch a good show.He remembered that the Ministry of Education was absent-minded for unknown reasons that day, and even reviewed a few copies of the student union's documents hastily, and finally accepted the end for him.

The young man who has always been looked up to and admired in the Ice Emperor heard some news, and lost his usual ease, and even asked him why, but only got a half-truth and half-false perfunctory.

Keigo Atobe is a terrible perfectionist.Renzu couldn't remember how long it had been since he had seen Keigo Atobe like this, with the frowning of the brows and the tightly pursed corners of the mouth, the charming facial features of the young man added a sternness.

"Please, I'm about to be driven crazy by those people from the support team." Xiang Riyue simply lay down on the table, his soft red hair looked extremely listless, he could speak clearly even with food in his mouth, but if If you are seen by Atobe, you will definitely be reminded of "Pay attention to etiquette".

"That group of people asked me every day why I was absent from Atobu."

"I can tell you that if the support team finds out the reason for Atobe's absence, it will probably blow up the entire Lihai University..." Renzu covered his mouth as he spoke.

His eyes behind the lenses were clearly bent like a fox, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that he did it deliberately, but Xiang Riyue asked inwardly, "What does it have to do with Li Haida?"

Hikiraka, who was sitting at another table, let out a low laugh, Yushi Shinozu raised his head, and sipped the juice in the goblet, his gestures were as elegant as Keigo Atobe.

"Because I went to Tachikai University." Keigo Atobe, who came up from the downstairs, sat down next to Yushi Ninzu in a calm manner.The turmoil caused by the Atobu on the first floor gradually calmed down, and the chef standing by stood by and started preparing food again.

The rich but not sweet rose fragrance is always with me, and I can't tell whether the fragrance at this time comes from Atobe or belongs to this rose.

Xiang Riyue stared at Atobe: "Really?"

Atobu rested his chin, looking a little sleepy, his slender fingers flicked the phone, his manicured nails glowed with a beautiful and soft pink: "Is there any need for me to lie?"

Shrugging his shoulders to the sun, he couldn't deny it.

Shinobi Yuuji glanced at the mobile phone of the trace department, seemingly unintentionally asked: "Are you waiting for the call?"

Atobe focused his eyes on his friend, the raised corners of his Danfeng eyes were calm and bright, and the tear mole under the corner of his eyes always decorated the youthful temperament with evil charm: "Yes."

No detours, no follow-up explanations.Atobe nodded succinctly and said yes, now it's Ninzuzu's turn and doesn't know how to react.

"As you can see, it's Yagyu Saori who is standing in the sea." Atobe's eyebrows changed subtly when the name Yagyu Saori was mentioned.

With the corners of his mouth raised slightly and his eyes drooping, his fingertips paused on the phone screen, his voice was like warm water with honey in it, with a refreshing sweetness.

At that time, Yushi Ninzu should have found out.

Deliberately arranged double seats, and sometimes take care of each other's behavior.From the very beginning to eating barbecue, it was a purposeful approach. Even after hearing the rumors about Yagyu Saori and Nioh Masaharu, I couldn't wait to go to Kanagawa to find out.

It looks the least like Keigo Atobe's behavior, but it is the behavior that best suits his personality.

"You... like her?" Renzu put down his knife and fork, his expression became serious.

He couldn't recall what Yagyu Saori looked like in the mouth of the branch, he only knew that it was Yagyu Hiroshi's younger sister.On the contrary, the red-haired manager of Qingxue Tennis Club impressed him even more.

"Yes, I like her."

No longer using the self-proclaimed uncle, Atobe Keigo still held his chin, his fingers naturally bent to rest his chin, and his silver-purple hair, which looked soft and shimmering, lingered on his white jade-like side face.

When quiet, Keigo Atobe is perfectly like a colorful oil painting.

His eyelashes are so long, and the shadows in the depths of his eyes are patchwork like mountains, so that even Keigo Atobe's best friend, Yushi Ninzu, can't tell the other person's true emotions: "Like?"

Atobe raised his eyes, with charming phoenix eyes and thin crimson lips, he could not bear to see the flames dancing in the young man's eyes.

The Ice Emperor repeated again: "Yes, I like Liu Sheng."

The author has something to say: Hehehe...

☆、For Atobe

Yagyu Hiroshi has been completely sick at home this week.Yukimura Seichi told him to take good care of his wounds, and Nioh Masaharu, who was in the same class as him, would bring his class notebook home after finishing his homework every day. After dinner, he would tell Hiroshi what he had taught in class today.

The pressure of the third-form entrance examination, what kind of school should I choose next, and whether I should continue to play tennis.There are so many forks in life, this is the first choice that can be decided independently.

Nioh didn't like sincere topics, but he heard Hiroshi mention them.Therefore, when he saw Bi Lushi sitting on the bed studying, he would always feel that the gentleman who was regarded as a top student in Li Hai's eyes was actually just a simple and complicated ordinary person.

The itching caused by the gradual healing of the wound on his back was so faint that it could not be ignored. Hiroshi Yagyu occasionally woke up in the middle of the night, staring at the light by the bed in a daze.A few times when he passed Shazhi's door in the middle of the night, he would also slow down.There was a soft voice coming from behind the door, and Hirushi roughly recognized that it was an English radio station at night.

On his bedside table were the glasses Yagyu Saori bought just a few days ago.It's the understated color and lens shape that he always likes, and the lens power is exactly the same as the previous pair.

Saori Yagyu purposely found the store he frequented, and chose the most suitable glasses for him.

He could imagine his sister frowning slightly as she was choosing glasses at the bright counter.Her white fingers touched the cold glass, spreading the arc-shaped heat—maybe hesitating between several glasses, or she might choose decisively.

The glasses sent by the nanny aunt, without a note, without packaging, lying in a black glasses case, wrapped in black flannelette.Just like Saori herself, she is silent.

"This is what the lady asked me to give you."

"Didn't she say anything?"

"No…"

If you ask Hiroshi, when did he deeply feel the distance between him and Yagyu Saori.Maybe it was when Nioh Masaharu was the only one she had eyes for a few years ago, or maybe it is now when she needs to pass on gifts through a nanny.

Of course, every time he tried to have a conversation, or the other party tried to approach, everyone's similar resistance.

He still remembered what he saw when he looked downstairs from the window that evening.The opponent whom Yukimura had only met a few times in the arena, who was defined by Yukimura as a match, appeared in front of his house for no apparent reason, even though he was far away in Tokyo.

Under the setting sun, the boy's appearance was coated with a layer of gorgeous golden light.He stood upright, like a huge and tall camphor planted in the garden of Liu Sheng's family.

Naturally, Yagyu Hiroshi would not think that Keigo Atobe came to see him.However, he didn't expect that he came to find Saori Yagyu.

Regardless of the height difference between the two people standing face to face, or the expression of the two people talking, Yagyu Hiroshi did not carefully observe the expression when he was eating at the barbecue restaurant. Now it is like a dead plant on the window sill. The root system and the veins on it are clearly discernible.

Atobe Keigo reached out and touched Yagyu Saori's face.It's strange that she didn't duck.He even stood there and let the other party look at her with such ambiguous eyes.

There was also a wound on Saori's side face, Hirushi remembered.But that night, she only focused on letting the doctor check her injuries, her sister's red eye sockets in the blurred vision, and her trembling hands tightly holding her own.

Whether it was because of the intimacy that he had saved her, Bilu Shi had no way to figure it out.But he saw the man in front of him, running around for him, worrying about him, his thin shoulders shuttled through the hospital, soaked in the strong smell of disinfectant; although the man in front of him was disgusted by his mother, he still shared the same love with him. blood.

The person in front of him is his lifelong younger sister, Yagyu Hiroshi.

She didn't care about her own disheveled hair, and equally dirty shirt.The bloodstains leaking from the wound on the cheek, on the girl's cheek, seemed to be a white and vast snowfield.

In the hospital last year, he didn't pay attention to Saori Yagyu's appearance.He focused all his attention on Ryoko, full of resentment and anger towards his young sister.

Maybe I made a mistake.Maybe Ryoko's later explanation was true.

It's just that he ignored it wishfully and speculated on Saori with the worst malice.

Yagyu Hiroshi was on the second floor, watching the two people standing at the door of his house.A hazy and beautiful boy and girl rendered by the setting sun, Atobe's eyes were so focused that Hiroshi Yagyu couldn't help clenching his fists.

Keigo Atobe smiled slightly, which was different from the haughty expression in his impression.Or in other words, from the two people, if Liu Lianer, his military adviser, saw such a scene, he would probably record that his right hand was sore.

He took out his mobile phone and asked Saori to enter the number, the two exchanged a few more words, and then he left leisurely.

At the end of the road, waiting for his black car.Hiroshi saw it clearly, Keigo Atobe was leaning beside the car, looking at his mobile phone, with the corner of his mouth raised.His upturned phoenix eyes bent into a beautiful crescent moon, and he habitually pointed at the mole of tears in the corner of his eyes with his fingers.

The legendary King of Ice Emperor is different in front of Saori Yagyu.But Bilushi was not sure whether this was a good phenomenon.

....

On Saturday, after Hiroshi had breakfast in the dining room, he saw Saori Yagyu walking down the stairs in casual clothes.She didn't wear glasses, and her purple eyes were bright and clear.The long hair draped over her shoulders set off her slightly pale face as if it was only the size of a palm.

This morning is the nanny's specialty miso soup. The grilled saury has been carefully cleaned of bones, sprinkled with olive oil and black pepper, which is more European than traditional Japanese cuisine.

"Brother?" Saori stopped when she saw Bilushi.Her brother seems to have lost a lot of weight during this period, and his gentle and jade-like face has become exquisite and profound. The glasses on the bridge of his nose are indeed the pair she chose, and he is obediently using them at this moment, "You... Where are you going?"

"I'm going to Tokyo." Hiroshi lowered his eyes, holding wooden chopsticks with his knuckle fingers, looking extraordinarily elegant and beautiful.Gentleman's tea-like fragrance is very suitable for Go and trees, but he chose tennis, which requires running and sweating. "What about you?"

"I'm going to Tokyo too."

"To see Keigo Atobe?"

Saori turned her head away, probably wondering why Bilushi knew about this.She pursed her lips, and Hilushi noticed that she seemed to be wearing lipstick: "Yes. Atobe-kun invited me to watch his game."

"you…?"

"It should be a good thing for my brother that I don't pester Senior Nioh, right?" Saori lowered her eyebrows, her long curly hair covered her expression, and of course also covered the wound on her cheek.

The way I dressed up specially was for Keigo Atobe.Billus thought to himself.

"So you shifted your target to Atobe?"

Such extreme words came from her brother's mouth.Saori noticed the furrowed eyebrows of Hilushi, who seemed to regret the words she blurted out unintentionally.

"Ah...is that right?" Saori pointed her fingers at the table, and she also wore a few thin rings on her fingers. The girl's fingers looked like green onions, white and slender.

"Atobe-kun... is a good man."

————————TBC————————

The author has something to say: Actually, this is a .. sweet article?

Atobe-sama in the next picture of Su Breaking the Sky should be online again.

☆, you are beautiful

Kinomori Park is still exactly the same as last Monday.Yagyu Hiroshi got out of the back seat, walked to the other side and opened the door.His hands were placed on the frame of the car unhurriedly, protecting Yagyu Saori who came out of the car from knocking his head.

He has received a good education since he was a child, and demands himself with the words and deeds of a gentleman.Liu Sheng lowered his eyebrows than Lu Shi, waiting for Sazhi to get off the car, and then closed the door.

He had lost a lot of weight, and the white shirt was too big for him.The spring breeze blew his hair and the hem of his clothes, and the white shirt smelled nice of the sun. Yagyu Hiroshi was like the hazy mist shrouded in the woods in the early morning, with the smell of grass and the moisture of water vapor.

Just a few hours ago, the two of them had breakfast and drove from Kanagawa to Tokyo together.When the auntie nanny sent the two of them out, she stood by the door, and Saori felt that the auntie nanny who grew up with her was about to cry.

Her red eye sockets, and her cheeks that were also suffocated red, the wrinkles from the passage of time resembled the rocks eroded by wind and rain on the seaside of Kanagawa, her eyes glowed softly, and she said "go home early" .

Yagyu Hiroshi turned his head: "We will go home as soon as possible."

Hiroshi uses "we" to represent him and Yagyu Saori, and he describes the huge and empty Yagyu mansion as home.Yagyu Saori had no way of knowing whether this was a repair of the relationship to some extent.

No Masaharu Nioh, no Ryoko Murakami, no one else for the brief journey between the two of them, and though they were silent all the way, they at least sat together again.

Shazhi watched the car go away, and then said: "Brother, I'm going to find Xiaochun."

Yagyu Hiroshi pondered for a while: "Well, be careful."

"Be careful" that has not appeared in memory for a long time, Saori thought that this sentence was like "Happy Birthday" to Yagyu Hiroshi, and would never appear again.

Yagyu Hiroshi in a white shirt is the hero of a girl manga or a youth movie.His voice and the tone of his speech are also warm.

But this simple greeting is full of dullness that does not match a gentleman.Saori laughed: "Brother too." After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked inside.

At the entrance of Kinomori Park, the teams participating in the game today and the areas where each team is located are posted. It may be because today came earlier, there are still many students and team agents standing on the bulletin board who came to watch the game.

"Xazhi?!" A familiar voice appeared behind her ears, and before she could turn her head, she was hugged by the person who suddenly appeared.

With a familiar fragrance and a slightly taller figure than herself, she knew who the other party was with her eyes closed. Saori hugged her back and called out "Xiaochun".

"You go to sign in first, I'll chat with Saori." He waved his hand as if to repel flies, and Haru Inoue's dazzling red hair danced in the wind, like a flowing flame.She was wearing a fresh green school uniform, with slender and straight legs under a pleated skirt. Saori always felt that her friend was more suitable to be a model with a proud expression and walking on the catwalk.

"Come here quickly." This was Tezuka Kunimitsu's cold tone.His light brown eyes are calm, like a cup of Biluochun that has been boiled for a long time.

Oishi and Kikumaru stood side by side, with a look of sadness between their brows and eyes.As the vice-minister, Oishi Shuichiro has a gentle and sensitive personality. He always considers the tennis team members. He complements the iceberg-like Tezuka Kunimitsu: "Xiaoharu, don't forget to keep calling Echizen."

Takeshi Momoshiro scratched his head, and smiled gloatingly: "I bet this guy must have overslept."

Saori remembers the boy wearing a green turban as Kaitang Kaoru.He sneered in a low voice: "Bah...do you think he is you?"

The furious Takeshi Momoshiro stared wide-eyed at Kaoru Kaidō, "What did you say, poisonous snake?"

"Okay, stop arguing." Haru Inoue hurriedly interrupted before the war broke out.She glared at Haitang irritably, kicked Taocheng viciously, and looked up like a high-spirited queen, "I will call Echizen again, if it really doesn't work..." Her eyes moved to the newcomer For a few first-year students, "I can only..."

"I think the content of the ellipsis is a bit scary." Kikumaru rubbed his shoulder.Saori noticed that the OK bandage on his cheek never seemed to be torn off.

Fuji Zhousuke folded his arms around his chest, his ice-blue eyes were curved, and he always smiled harmlessly, so that everyone subconsciously ignored this young man who was called a genius. He could see everything in his pupils. Leng Guang: "It should be interesting."

"Okay, let's go." Tezuka ordered lightly.

After seeing off Tezuka and his party, Inoue chatted with Saori for a long time.Knowing that Yagyu Hiroshi was injured in order to save Saori, he sighed, "This is like an older brother", and then greeted Saori with his greetings.

"Is there any injury?" "Have you checked carefully?" "Has the family who dropped the flower pot apologized?" Inoue didn't stop interrogating Saori until a phone call appeared. When he saw the caller, he was in a hurry After picking it up, he cursed: "Echizen Ryoma! You'd better get out of here immediately!"

As she spoke, she walked towards the exit: "Don't tell me that you send pregnant women to the hospital. You treat me as an old lady, and I'm a three-year-old child?" She turned her head and waved to Saori, and trotted out of the park at a faster pace. past.

Saori smiled and shook her head, thinking that her friend's temper never seemed to change.

The sun has gradually risen, and the surroundings are slowly heating up.Not far away, there began to be enthusiastic cheers from many schools.

Saori stood under Shu Yingxia, looking for the area where the Ice Empress would compete.Reminders for players to sign in are also played on the radio in a loop. It is still an unsolved mystery whether Echizen Ryoma can arrive at the competition venue in time.

"The venue for my competition is in Area A." The melodious and melodious voice, like a violin, was blown away by the warm spring breeze. I don't know if it is the rich rose fragrance, or the noble gardenia on the treetop.

"Atobe-kun." Saori turned her head, "Good day."

Atobe looked at Saori, and slowly curled the corners of his mouth.There was a bright and tiny light on the boy's hair, and the shape of leaves was printed on his shoulders and his face, like an enchanting elf from the forest suddenly appeared: "You came early."

Saori blushed and explained: "I have nothing to do in the morning, so I came here with my brother."

"Ah." Atobe paused, and then took a step forward. He stood together with Saori under the cool shade of a tree. His broad shoulders were large enough to block the prying eyes of passers-by on the road. Heidei's silver-gray school uniform was draped over his shoulders. On the boy's shoulders, the tall and straight back looked like a strong pine tree, "Is the wound on your face better?"

Saori's hand touched her cheek, and she unconsciously remembered the feeling of Atobu stroking her cheek that evening. Compared with the soft fingers of the other party, Saori remembered more of Atobu's slow and long breathing, and his chest. The glittering Ice Emperor school badge in front.

"It's much better. By the way, Atobe-san, have we... met somewhere before?"

Atobe blinked, and his crow-wing eyelashes drooped quietly, reminiscent of the water in a clear pond in summer.