Yukimura, you let go [Net King + Neighbors]

Do you want to walk away with your brother alone and explain to him the reason why I will participate in the table tennis game?

My mind was in a mess, like a pot of overcooked porridge, which was about to overflow from the pot.

I stood where I was, just looking at him like this, as if the people around me didn't exist, as if there were only him and me in my world.

Yukimura Seiichi took two steps closer to me, took my hand hanging beside the trouser leg, and put the khaki ping-pong ball into my hand, then he slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and said softly: "I don't will give you a chance."

...Won't give me a chance...What do you mean?Is my brother saying that he will always watch me and won't give me a chance to escape from him, or is he referring to this table tennis match... I have no chance of winning?

As soon as Yukimura Seiichi turned around, the crowd automatically divided into two rows and vacated a path for him to walk in the middle, but his elder brother was not as heroic as the admired king, he raised his head and held his chest up to accept the people's request. He walked out like kneeling, but stood in the position vacated by the crowd.

My brother didn't walk away, and the eyes of those classmates who opened their mouths and looked surprised were also staring at Yukimura Seiichi like nails being knocked on a wooden board. No one laughed, and no one People dare to laugh out loud.

The atmosphere was stagnant like a block of ice in the North Pole, so cold that every pore on a person's body was closed, but the sight behind me was like a blazing flame glued to my spine, making me feel that at this moment My own self is like a pig whose limbs are tied to a barbecue grill by ropes in a world of ice and snow.

I shook my hands tremblingly, and put my face on the table tennis table as if I had Parkinson's. Sasawara, who obviously didn't understand what kind of blow I had suffered, pulled up and apologized sincerely to him: "I'm sorry. Sasawara-san... I didn't mean to..."

"Ah...it's okay..."

Sasawahara Zonghei covered his face and raised his upper body to stand up straight. Fortunately, his face was not damaged by hitting the ball table. Otherwise, what should I do if he loses his appearance? It's all my responsibility...

I don’t know if Mr. Sasawara would want to continue the competition after experiencing such a “catastrophe” like me. If he doesn’t want to compete, then I’ll just abstain. I’m definitely not going to be a big player if I’m left alone. : "Then...then...then let's continue...the competition? QUQ, do you want...I will accompany you to the infirmary first..."

"Cough cough."

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard two coughing sounds, and I couldn't wait to change my words: "No, no... You should go by yourself, I'll look for Chun..."

"Cough cough."

"I'll ask Yoshida-san to accompany you!" He changed his words again.

"...that...Natsume-san..."

Sasawara-san definitely doesn't understand my changing the address and the words I say. It is obvious that Yoshida-san and □ are the same person. It is clear that I send Sasawa-san to the infirmary and Haru sends him to the infirmary. The difference, the meaning is the same, I think he will ask me why, how to answer?How should I answer?

I was thinking about what words I should use to stop Sasawara-san's question. Now it's not just the two of us here, there are also a large group of students from middle school and seniors from high school, and my brother's cough just now was too abrupt , will everyone think about it?

The compass in my mind was still spinning so fast that I couldn't even see the gears: "...huh?"

"You can call me Azuo from now on."

The boy in front of me doesn’t know if it’s because the imprint of his face on the table tennis table just now was too deep, or because the scene where he said this to me seemed to have a tendency to have pink bubbles around him, anyway, the face of the boy Sasawara is super rosy now Shiny.

I:"……"

After listening to what Sasawara said, my first reaction was not the excitement that I had finally defeated the male protagonist after playing the game, but an inexplicable coldness that traveled from the soles of the feet to the limbs along the seven meridians and eight meridians.

...Sasawara-san, what are you talking about in public? Hey!Is your head slapped to look like a time-traveling man...

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……

Somehow, it turned out that I was half-dragged and half-dragged by Yukimura Seiichi to the sink behind the gymnasium.

Turning on the faucet, he wet his hands, then brushed the hair from my forehead, and gently wiped a gray mark on my forehead just hit by a ping-pong ball.

Yukimura Seiichi's fingertips were icy cold, sticking to the skin made me tremble so much that I couldn't stand still: "Is it fun?"

I touched my ears: "What?"

...If my brother means the table tennis match at the skill competition...it's not fun at all.

His lavender eyes were filled with moisture, as if they were covered with a thin layer of mist, and the emotions in them could not be seen clearly: "Run behind me to participate in the competition with other men, if it is the women's team It’s fine if you don’t... but it’s still a boy in the same class..."

"...No! Brother, listen to me! Mitty signed up for the competition for me. I answered your call and went to the corridor to listen. When I came back, Xiaoshui signed up for me..." I panicked. , I can say whatever I want, but I can still figure out what I'm talking about by rearranging the broken sentences and connecting them together. A smart person like Yukimura Seichi must be able to understand.

My brother leaned closer and pressed his forehead against mine, so close that his eyelashes almost intertwined with mine: "Oh? Is that so?"

The breath he exhaled while speaking gently touched my face, opening my heart like a lake of water thrown into stones.I shrunk my neck back, wanting to stay away from Yukimura Seiichi, but my brother wrapped his arms around his waist and locked me. I was forced to press down on him, and even my lips touched his corners inadvertently.

"to be continued"

The author has something to say: I don’t know why when I wrote Ni Jiang’s appearance, I only had OOXX various plays in my mind...

==Normal plot has become [beep beep beep]......

Paragraph36 so-called line of sight

——>> "After all, Sister Asako was brought out of the competition venue by me."

The familiar handsome face in front of me is infinitely enlarged in the pupils, occupying all my focus,

The slightly itchy sensation on the eyelids caused by my brother's long and thick eyelashes passed through the skin to the sensory system densely, and the cold touch on the lips followed, making my brain froze.

Yukimura Seiichi opened those lavender eyes and lowered them to look at me, but the beautiful pupils were full of playfulness.

A few seconds seemed as long as a century to me, and every minute and every second seemed to stop. The moment I came back to my senses, I pressed my fists on my brother's chest and pressed hard. Pushing him, trying to widen the distance between the two of us, but my brother remained motionless like a rock.

We are at school now, if other students see it, and simply use the words 'sister-controlled' and 'brother-controlled' to explain it, the other party will definitely not believe it, which brother-controlled younger sister or younger sister-controlled brother would Cross the line to kiss each other?

Ethics, morality, laws, all these things that exist in society are arranged, how easy is it to break them?What we have turned our back on is the whole world!

"Natsume-san..."

The sudden voice behind me made the hairs all over my body explode. I was startled, and the strength of my subordinates also increased a lot, and I pushed Yukimura Seiichi away suddenly: "Sa, Sasawara-san!"

The thing I was worried about just now happened now, and I felt that I was going to be exhausted physically and mentally. I was really afraid of something.

——Listen to my explanation!

As soon as this sentence was about to come out, I pinched it down by myself, because I have nothing to explain at all!It was all seen by Sasawara-san!It is said that seeing is believing and hearing is not, and now I really can't even break it out!

In the past few days, it seems that I have used this sentence to start the battle no matter who I am, especially my brother. I must say these five words at the beginning of almost every conversation. I couldn't spit out the series of words that followed the explanation.

What Yukimura Seiichi saw was not the truth, but what Sasawara Sohei saw was, so I——couldn't explain anything for myself, nor could I explain anything for what Sasawara-san saw.

How to do?

I covered my lips and looked sideways in panic, but Yukimura Seiichi didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of being caught and fucked in bed, instead he was very contented: "Sasawara-san's competition is over?"

"Hmm... yes, because Natsume-san was taken away by Mr. Yukimura, the referee said that I cannot continue to participate in the competition by myself, so I abstained."

……it's all my fault!As a result, Sasawara is not even eligible to continue the competition!It's all my fault that he didn't get the table tennis trophy!

"sorry!"

I bent down apologetically and wanted to bow and apologize to Sasawara Munehei, but Yukimura Seichi stopped me when I bent to less than 45 degrees: "If I want to apologize, I should come to Sasawara-senpai An apology is the only thing, after all, sister Chaozi was brought out of the competition venue by me."

"to be continued"

The author has something to say: Ni Jiang’s unhappiness is like feeling constipated for several days and suddenly feels like going to the toilet...

Hahahahaha~wooo~

Paragraph37 The so-called brother