[Net King] Watarase Bridge

Jurina took off the camera hanging around her neck with one hand, and looked back at Tomomi: "I think this is very unscientific..."

Youmei yawned, lazily playing games with her mobile phone.

Jurina continued: "This is too unscientific. It stands to reason that as the number one doubles team in the country, it should catch the opponent by surprise, but now they are beaten by the opponent without any power to fight back..."

Tomomi's eyes widened a bit, and then she moved closer to the screen, not listening to Jurina's words at all.

Jurina stared at her for a while, "We're talking about your man, can you answer?"

Youmei was finally willing to raise her head, raised her eyes, and smiled. Under the sun, she was thin and transparent, and her whole body was like ice flakes. When she smiled, it melted like ice flakes, "Look, I cleared the game."

Jurina looked at her, and slowly restrained her smile. There was something stuck in her throat, and she changed the subject, "Maybe this year's autumn festival, we can consider making a stage play related to the tennis game or something, bouncing around It feels long gone."

Youmei raised her face as if sleepwalking, her gaze returned to the playing field, her eyelashes trembling.

She and Jurina were in the stands above, and the game and onlookers below could hardly spot them if they didn't pay attention. Even Chi, whose hair was getting more fluffy and messy outside the field, couldn't notice her existence.

That game was just like what Jurina said, it was not normal at all.

Marui Bunta didn't even use his usual best tricks, and was beaten back by the opponent. The disappointment and screams of the people around him could almost blow the place off.

Maybe he had deceived so many people, but he failed to deceive Duan Bian Youmei.

Not even pretending to be lazy, she simply stopped watching, and brushed one side of her hair behind her ear, "I'm going over there."

×

What Youmei held tightly in her hands was the gift she planned to give to Wentai that day along with the cake she made herself.

It was a song that took a long time, but she didn't feel tired at all. It was completely different from the song I gave to Chiye before. Almost at the moment when she picked up the pen, the melody poured out naturally. The piece of paper covered his forehead, blocking the light that pierced his eyes, and the scorching sun relentlessly chased down and penetrated the back of the paper.

This kind of stubbornness seems inexplicably naive and ridiculous at the moment.

Looking up at the clear sky after the long-lost rainy day, the atmosphere scatters the blue sky, which is dazzlingly beautiful.

"Xiao Ai, you just came back from Hokkaido, are you so eager to watch Marui's game?"

"Of course, Wen Tai usually eats desserts before and after games. I specially made his favorite cake this time. He will be very happy."

Not far behind came the voice of a strange girl laughing and talking. After hearing a familiar name, Youmei became stiff all over. She quickly put away the lyrics book in her hand and carried it behind her back, trying to think She made herself look more natural, but when Sakamoto and her friends passed by her, Tomomi still couldn't help raising her head, but she didn't expect to meet Sakamoto's eyes.

The girl has a more detailed profile and brighter eyes than she imagined.

A girl like a flower.

Very cute girl.

Tomomi looked at her, then lowered her head again.

"you……?"

Sakamoto yelled softly, and Tomomi was taken aback, not even daring to meet her eyes, and where Tomomi couldn't see, Sakamoto's hand that was holding the cake box unconsciously grasped it tightly.

"I'm Mrs. Wen's girlfriend."

She spoke suddenly, without warning, and Tomomi raised her face and looked at her in surprise.

"Although we separated for a semester, we didn't break up." Sakamoto paused, and she tucked her hair behind her ears, "I know your appearance is the type Wenta likes, but you have to be first-come-first-served, right? Watanabe-san, don't be the third party between me and Bunta, can you?"

Youmei opened her mouth slightly, and she asked, "Ah... If, you really like him, why would you be willing to run away from him?"

Sakamoto Nai froze immediately, all words were dragged into his heart, not a single word escaped.

"Xiao Ai, come here quickly! The match at Marui seems to be over!"

Sakamoto's friend yelled anxiously, she turned her head and smiled back, with eyes that Tomomi didn't understand, eyebrows drooping unconsciously, mouth pouted, but she didn't say anything, turned her back and left.

×

After Sakamoto left, Tomomi slowly squatted down and covered her face.

Again, it is a sin that is gentle, invisible, and hard to hate.

It's not that Youmei has not expected that one day, she can confidently give this song that took her a long time to write to Wentai, and then looks at him as usual, first showing an incredible expression, and finally smiling helplessly.

It's not that I didn't look forward to it. One day, he can come into this world, the world of Youmei, and he can smile and say to her, it's okay, it will be fine, and one day, she can also occupy a place in Wentai's world. When he is unhappy, she can also lend herself to him.

I don't know how to make delicious cakes, comfort people with nice words, and I don't know how to bravely reveal my heart.

Tomomi Watanabe doesn't have much, but...

I can give you everything I have.

I give it all to you.

From the moment Wen Tai stepped forward in front of Youmei that night, she was thinking that if she didn't make herself passionate, then this person must like her, she thought.

Only your love, I don’t want to owe, but I don’t want to show a messy look in front of you, I tried my best to pretend to be great in front of you, but you, you always pick me when I’m in pain. , Don’t ask me why, and don’t say a word of reproach——

Because of meeting Wentai, everything changed.

He simply opened the small skylight in the closed door for her, allowing her to see and learn a lot.

But, but.Put simply.

She thought, what I hate the most in my life is the person who destroys other people's feelings. My family, my mother, my father, and my happiness and happiness since I was a child were all destroyed by a third party and lost.

Youmei suddenly felt like laughing, and a little bit like crying. She clenched her hands tightly, and the joints were white.

Am I, Watanabe Tomomi, also the third party?

Someone put her shoulders, paused, and touched her head again.

Is Jurina chasing her...or is it someone?

"It can't be... Wen Tai..."

Youmei muttered to herself in a low voice.

×

neither.

The man seemed to have just woken up, with a messy orange hairstyle and a cute ignorant expression. He was wearing a dark gray and white sports coat. He squatted in front of her and greeted her in a silly way, "Oh~ha ~yo~ Tomomi-chan~”

Youmei raised half of her face, her eyes were a little red, "Who are you?"

Jiro leaned over, met her eyes without any evasion, and smiled, "I'm your fan, Akutagawa Jiro of the Ice Emperor!"

Tomomi was extremely depressed, and Cirou looked at her weakly and helplessly, and finally leaned over and pressed Tomomi's head on his shoulder: "Hey, Tomomi-chan," the tone was soft but irrefutable, "you cry. "

She shook her head, "I said I didn't cry, I was just sad."

Cilang grabbed her hand: "Cry quickly, just for a while, Youmei said, cry quickly, cry for a while."

Youmei turned sideways, and looked at Cirou with an expression on the verge of tears, "Why do I have to cry?"

"If you don't cry..." Jirou pursed his lips, "It will be like those tragic endings in comics. Really, there is no way to change it...Because Tomomi-chan, you like Marui-kun as much as I do!"

After a while, she looked up.

"who are you?"

There was silence for three seconds.

"Eh? Tomomi-chan forgot the play that our school and your school co-performed at the Tokyo Autumn Festival last year? I was the sleeping princess in the first scene! Tomomi-chan played the role of the prince who kissed me awake!"

A complete affirmation.

Tomomi doesn't understand why Cilang is so confident, and she is sure that the attitude of some stubborn self is too similar to that of Wentai. They are the kind of people who have inexhaustible energy and are more like the moon than the warm sun.

Jiro pulled Tomomi to stand up slowly.

He looked at him seriously and frankly with a smile, there was a clearness in his eyes that didn't match his appearance, and he couldn't bear it.

He yawned, patted the dirt on his knees, and said, "I slept all day."

Tomomi said, "Huh?"

Jiro suppressed a smile: "So I'm in good spirits now, very good, and I definitely won't fall asleep in the middle of it! Please trust me, Tomomi-chan!"

Tomomi continued: "Huh???"

Jiro stretched out a hand, and slowly deepened his smile, although in Tomomi's eyes, it was just a more silly smile.

"So, I can slowly listen to Tomomi-chan telling stories, because I also like Marui-kun very much, and Tomomi-chan also likes Marui-kun very much, but Tomomi-chan's liking must be different from mine, it is very deep like."

Tomomi was silent.

"You are mistaken."

She spoke in a very gentle and kind tone, and it was the first time she said this in such a gentle tone.

Cilang had no expression on his face, but his voice was soft and earnest, calling softly, "Youmi-chan..."

Appearing behind Youmei was the flustered Wenta who had just finished the game. I don't know when he started standing behind them, quietly listening to the conversation between the two of them without saying a word.

"I don't like it at all. Me, what I hate the most are guys who think they are handsome but play with girls' feelings."

Looking at her back, Mrs. Wen slowly retracted the smile on her face, walked to a place very close to her, and gently called her name.

"Youmei."

Youmei didn't look back, her eyelashes trembled.

It's not that she's not afraid, and it's not that she doesn't look forward to it.

After a little silence, Mrs. Wen shrugged her shoulders and said, "If you want to come to my house to play on a whim in the future, please call me and let me know. Also, whether it is parents, mothers or younger brothers, thank you for giving them a A chance to meet idols."

Talking and laughing, "That's right, you probably won't be able to come in the future, because Xiao Ai will live in our house for the time being. She just came back from Hokkaido, and the house hasn't been tidied up yet."

Wen Tai turned her head and put a piece of bubble gum in her mouth, "The next game is Chiya's match, that guy, I should really want to see you."

"I am leaving."

He waved his hands, put his hands in his pockets, and walked away slowly step by step.

with a snap.

Snapped.

The lyrics book in Youmei's hand fell to the ground, and it is very quiet now, with no wind.

She lowered her eyes.

She smiled.

The starlight that had been annihilated in the originally dark eyes gathered again.

Maybe she didn't even know she was laughing, she tilted her head.

"Great."

I don't know whether to talk to myself, or to Ci Lang.

"I'm not the third party."

"Great."

Saying this, she also covered her face and shed tears.

The author has something to say: one side is the joyful script plot in the game, and the other side is the bitter scene here 233

I feel like I'm going to be fine hhhhh

I'm sorry for taking so long to update, I'm not in good health recently, I always go to the hospital, and I'm busy with things, so the speed has slowed down_(:з)∠)_

I'm really sorry, but the text will not cheat!At least it will be updated weekly, and then it will be over~

Thank you for your support~

Ah, the silly white sweet that I promised was eaten by me_(:з)∠)_

sorry qwq

☆, breakpoint

Until the dusk went down, the snow still fell heavily after all.

Aka also realized later that he would be unable to open his eyes.

Obviously it should be heavy snow, blown by the wind, lightly fluttering on the face, the swirling fine snow is shaped like dancing butterflies, and its elegant figure covers every corner of the line of sight.The layers of fine snow lying on the ground flowed into clusters of gentle eddies following the footsteps of the passing breeze.

"It's snowing? Did you see that? Tomomi?"

Chi Ye stared round his eyes, then stretched out his hand and rubbed it, still couldn't believe it.

"Please, I clearly ordered those guys to prepare half an hour ago...you just saw it now..." Youmei raised her head, and I have to say that the scope of the snow is still a bit narrow, but this is already the largest To the extent, please Mashima steward to contact the top film studio team in China. Although I know how my father will punish me for contacting the studio in private, Tomomi thinks that since it is Akaya's dream, as long as it helps him realize it, no matter how much he pays. The price... She can accept it.

The tourists who originally planned to leave because the game was over saw this scene. The tourists took out their cameras to take photos with the summer snow place. However, those with a little brain, such as Atobe who left the stadiums of Qingxue and Shitianbaosi, listened for a while. He heard the drone of the helicopter overhead.

In the heavy snow that is flying all over the sky, the boy with messy hair has a vivid expression, exaggerated movements, and a smile like the morning light. He is expressing his feelings like a girl with double ponytails. The corner of the mouth overflowed silently.

"It's like the romantic and touching scene of the September [-] drama that was so popular at the beginning of this year." Yukimura pulled down his coat, not knowing whether it was because he was frozen by touching the scene, or because Sanada's furious expression reminded him of what happened next What, the tone was relaxed, and he advised Sanada by the way, "Don't be nervous, Sanada, Chiya has reached the age to fall in love, the sky will fall and there will be Tokyo Tower on top, anyway, you should find a place to sit down..."

Sanada pulled down the brim of his hat, "I'm sitting, but I feel that Chiya is only a sophomore in middle school, and it's too early for him to fall in love."

"Then... prop up your chin with your hands," Yukimura smiled, his breath rustling, "I'm not in a hurry to go back to practice, maybe I can sit here and enjoy such a romantic scene again, the snow in summer is so rare."

"It's not snow."

Someone from behind made a sound, and Wentai smiled naturally as usual, and blew out bubbles. The command sentence without questioning did not make people feel much unpleasant, "Real snow is not so ugly."

The light on the side road was broken, and the light flickered into his pupils.

"Minister, I'm going home first."

×

The romantic and touching plot of Yuejiu drama did not last.

At this time, the attention of the people outside the venue was attracted by an extended black Bentley car that slowly drove into the school gate. The car parked in front of the entrance of the venue. Three men in black suits and sunglasses got out of the car. People lined up on both sides, and another person opened the door of the back seat of the RV. The people around looked at each other and saw the bodyguards in suits and leather shoes lined up on both sides, saying hello to a figure respectfully.

Slowly turning the ring on the base of his finger, the man got out of the car. He was wearing a neat black casual suit. There was no wrinkle on his smooth forehead. He couldn't tell his age. He looked a little too young. The gold wire on the bridge of his nose On the contrary, the glasses can't see the man's real thoughts, and there is no way to know what is contained in them.The well-crafted cufflinks have a small, prickly afterglow.

If someone often pays attention to newspaper and TV information feeds, he can quickly recognize that this person is the current president of Watanabe Entertainment, one of Japan's six largest conglomerates.

Like a magic soldier falling from the sky, before Tomomi could react, several bodyguards in black suits had appeared behind her. They bent down first and then lowered their heads in a two-row formation. The deafening voice hit her like a tidal wave. ears—

"Miss—!"

Tomomi lowered her head and remained silent until Mashima came from behind, looking at her with guilt and worry, "Miss...Master, he came back early to pick you up."

"Come here, Tomomi, don't let me say the same thing a second time."

Watanabe scolded coldly.

"I don't want to go back." Clenching her fists, Tomomi tried her best not to tremble in her voice.

There was a faint anger seeping from between Watanabe's brows, and it took him a long time to suppress the anger. The corners of his mouth showed a slightly cold curve, although his face was still calm, and his attitude was very polite, "Mashima, tell someone to treat Tomomi Send the person next to you home."

Tomomi was startled, her legs were filled with lead, and she couldn't take a step forward. Seeing this, Watanabe took a step forward, grabbed her hair mercilessly, and dragged her back.

Chi, who was stopped by the bodyguards on the outermost layer, was also at a loss.

She couldn't help staring at the person in front of her with wide eyes, and double-checked whether this was the person she knew.

Although I know that she is very rich... I heard from Senior Liu that she is also a young lady from some extraordinary family...

But her father is really scary...

"Dad...Dad, don't hit me...don't hit me here...don't hit me in front of Akaya...please..." Tomomi grabbed his hand and pleaded, Watanabe's face slowed down. A smile appeared slowly, that smile seemed a little cruel, he let go of Tomomi, and pushed down his glasses, "Then go say goodbye to your classmates."

"Aki!"

Trying to smile and ran over, Tomomi bowed, and then stood up straight, "I'm sorry, my father is back today, and I want to go home with my father, but I will definitely cheer for you in tomorrow's game!"

While speaking, the distance between the two of them was only a few meters, and the words in his ears inexplicably aroused Chiya's doubts, and he raised his head to look at Tomomi.

--what?

The moment his eyes met, Chi also froze.

Those are not the Youmei's eyes that I am familiar with... No, those eyebrows and those eyes are obviously familiar, but there is an emotion that I am not familiar with from the depths of the pupils.

How can I describe this feeling that seems to make my heart tingle?Is it sadness?Is it sad?

— is despair.

Chiya has always been a person who likes to think by intuition, and his intuition tells him that what he feels now is far from what Tomomi feels.

Turning around was too quick and sudden, and before he had time to respond, Youmei had already followed her father farther and farther.

×

He took off his glasses, closed his eyes, raised his hands and squeezed the Jingming points on both sides of the bridge of his nose, Watanabe sat in the car, opened his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Today, whether it's Fuji TV or Asahi TV, even broadcasting The reporters from the association are all dispatched, Youmei, what do you think is the reason why these well-known reporters did not go to cover the scandal that broke out yesterday, but chose to come to such an unknown venue for middle school tennis competition?"

Youmei hugged her knees and sat in the corner of the car. Her hair seemed to have been treated rudely and excessively. The headband tied with the twin ponytails was torn off and thrown on the ground. The strangle marks on her neck were quite obvious, and of course her body also hurt. , but my head hurts the most.

That kind of pain is hollow, like digging out something that should be in the memory, so there is a hole in the heart, which cannot be healed and not filled.

"..."

She didn't speak.

"Recently, I have noticed that your life has become more and more unscrupulous." Watanabe listened, his expression did not change, and he slowly approached Tomomi, "I warned you a long time ago, what should you do? Do, what should not be done... Tell me, my cutest little Princess Youmei, my only daughter, should you accept some punishment?"

With a bang, he opened the car door, and Tomomi herself was pushed out of the car by Watanabe, and screams came from all around, she fell heavily on the ground and rolled a few times.

"Miss!"

Mashima hurriedly rushed to Tomomi's side to check her injuries. Fortunately, the speed of the car was not fast. She was only scratched on her face, and her knees and shoulders were also injured on the ground due to being thrown violently. There were nearly ten wounds on her thighs and arms. There was a centimeter-long cut, blood was pouring profusely, and the gravel on the road rubbed her cheek so painful that even a slight movement of her cheek made one want to faint.

A familiar deep voice came from above her head, Tomomi raised her head and looked in the direction of the sound.

Her father finally showed a satisfied smile, wearing such a decent and noble suit, he looked no different from those elegant gentlemen in the upper class.

"Mashima, Tomomi doesn't want to go home, you buy all the villas in the blocks she likes, and let her live in whichever she likes."

"Master... this..." Mashima naturally knew it in his heart. Although Watanabe would abuse Tomomi, he was very accurate. Seeing Youmei lying on the ground in pain, I was really worried that when she fell, apart from these skin traumas, other parts of her body would be injured.

"Really, this child is not good at all. It's really a headache for me as a father."

Tomomi struggled to support her body with the last bit of strength. Her father, with a smile on his lips, was calm and relaxed, even unwilling to approach her in disgust. He just ordered Mashima to take her to see a doctor, and stepped into the room. In the car, left.

×

"I am back."

No one at home has responded "Welcome home", the family members have not come back, everyone is busy, busy, because the eldest lady is happy to give them the opportunity to get in touch with their idols in their hearts, everyone is Accepted it frankly and happily, just like those in the tennis club today.

After closing the door, Bunta lay down on the sofa, casually flipped through the manga he bought from the bookstore, and Yukimura's words kept replaying in his mind.

"Tomorrow is the national competition. I lost to Qingxue in the Kanto competition before. I hope there won't be a second time."

"I hope to have a perfect victory."

Qingxue...

How could it be possible to lose to that kind of unknown person.

He stood up, took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, and took milk from the refrigerator.The cold milk dripped in, irritating the throat.It seemed that there were countless ants crawling and itching in his throat, which made him cough non-stop, until finally tears came out.

"What's going on, I'm really going to die of bad luck recently..."

The rare complaints came from his own mouth. Wen Tai was surprised by the recent changes. He took a deep breath, slowly calmed down his heartbeat, and fell powerlessly on the bed with heavy eyelids. He didn't know when he would fall asleep. caught.

Wen Tai had a dream.

What is clearly at hand cannot be reached.

The people who obviously stood beside him joking couldn't catch up.

A game that could have been won, but lost in the end.

It was a hasty and sad dream, but I didn't expect it to come true in the next day's game.

When he woke up, he looked out of the window, and the outside was already covered with indigo blackness. However, after waking up, he didn't feel sleepy anymore. He simply lay down on the sofa and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

He didn't know how long he had been free, he felt a little bored, and lazily turned on the TV. After calculating the time, it was almost time for Wen Taiping's favorite food recommendation program. This program is dedicated to making and recommending some sweets and pastries. What French croissants, chocolate, raisin bread, thanks to the show, he also learned how to make a lot of delicate desserts, although every time he asked Kuwahara to go to dinner and let the other party treat him, but the real Bunta made it After his own dessert, he won't let anyone touch it and he eats it slowly, Kuwahara has already complained to him secretly because of this matter so many times.

——Wentai, when will you be willing to take out your cakes and share them with others?

——If Kuwahara likes to eat, he can buy it himself.

——However, you can’t buy your mind anyway.

What I recommend today is Sponge Mocha, which happened to be recommended by the chef of the dessert shop that Wentai often goes to.

The cake was delicate and fragrant, Wen Tai just watched the cake on TV, and almost drool almost left behind, his heart is not as good as action, he immediately changed into a T-shirt and jeans, rode his bicycle and rushed to the familiar dessert shop, The clerk knew him a long time ago, and divided the sponge mocha cake into countless small fragrant pieces and presented them in front of him. Wen Tai hurriedly nodded, and still reached out and took another piece.

"The method of mocha cake... I didn't seem to understand the method on the show just now..."

"Mocha looks simple, but it's actually not easy to make."

Wen Tai puffed her face, looking at the small cake in her hand.

"Coffee is too sweet if you don't put it too much, and it's too bitter if you put it boldly," the clerk frowned thinking, "but bitterness is the true meaning of love, hahahaha, you are a young man, you know it best."

Wen is too speechless.

I felt unsatisfied after eating one piece, and when I was about to ask for a second piece, the clerk was extremely regretful, "That lady over there has wrapped up all the desserts in our store, you should hurry up and buy them next time."

His fate radar sounded at this moment, and the effect was violent and unexpected. There was neither starlight nor flower petals.

At the moment when he turned his head slowly, it was this person, and the billions of stars in the three thousand worlds were just such a person.

He walked over slowly and looked at Yumi who was wearing a dress stained with blood, dust and gravel. Her hair was tied up and fell down ridiculously, hanging on her shoulders in a mess. He stared at her On her arms and legs, there were many dark red wounds. The skin seemed to be cut open and filled with dust. The blood and gray mixed together to form a strange color. The wounds on her cheeks opened and closed one after another because of eating dessert. Still bleeding.

The cake that I ate earlier melted in my mouth, but the sweetness remained in my throat, and in the end, I was a little choked up.

Wen Tai said: "Watanabe Tomomi."

Tomomi choked.

Then, turn your head slowly.

Outside the window is the dark night scene at this moment, and you can see the sky full of stars when you look up a little.

I met you...

Only once, irreplaceable.

The author has something to say: the beginning is spicy_(:з)∠)_

The plot is like a roller coaster, keep it up.

All in all, this is an educational story in which the father is sick, the mother is sick, and the children are not normal. 【I have given up, this is a love story

tell us--

You still need to think more about raising a child [Hey]

Thanks for my oil cap and Ah Shi's grenade and mine qwq

I am so happy to know Ah Shi, the village brother written by Ah Shi is so sweet!

☆, light source body

"Watanabe—Watanabe Tomomi."

He walked in and called her name, Youmei's shoulders shook, she didn't look up, she let Wentai sit in front of her.

Youmei's cheeks were morbidly flushed, the ends of her hair curled up dishonestly in several places, her face was pale, and her head was sweating profusely. The small spoon in her hand was struggling to dig a huge bucket of ice cream, probably because of the coldness of the ice cream. Stimulated, she sneezed indecently.

"Ice cream, I suddenly want to eat it."

Her voice was also very hoarse, mixed with a thick nasal voice, the hand that lifted the lid of the ice cream box paused for a while, and pushed the vat of strawberry ice cream in front of Wen Tai, "Eat it."

Wentai tasted the ice cream silently.Different from the strawberry flavor that I am used to, it is more sweet and greasy. Then the strong aroma of wine melted on the taste buds, and the tip of the tongue tasted the sourness that should not exist. It was Mocha-flavored ice cream... He silently glanced again Around this dining table, the mess is almost too unbearable for Wen. The fruit cake tower that I took a bite of casually; It was a mess on the table...

This guy sometimes makes people grit their teeth and hate it.

Wen Tai thought.

How should I put it, it is quite contradictory to her anyway.

I hate her when I hate her, like now, I am really angry to see her not cherishing these desserts so much.

but……

He saw that her face was dirty, and her bangs, which were usually well-groomed and beautiful, were stuck to her forehead, but even though she was in such a mess now, when she liked it, she still liked it very much.

Mrs. Wen took out a few tissues from the paper box on the table, leaned over the table, and brought the tissues close to Youmei's cheek.Following this movement, Youmei consciously rubbed her face against the tissue in his hand, obediently asking him to help wipe her nose and cheeks clean.

"Hiding here again and secretly crying."

He said so.

Youmei patronized eating ice cream, and said vaguely with a spoon in her mouth, "Who is crying? I was born with this look."

"Hey, hello, do you only have this one line?"

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Wen also fell silent, staring at the star-like lights outside the window.

He always thought that moving scenery must be beautiful and gorgeous, just like those amazing and magical world-famous landscapes captured in the photos in magazines. Now that he thinks about it again, he feels that it is a big mistake. up.

The reason why the scenery is moving is because the person you like is by your side.

"So... Tomomi..."

The voice whispered her name softly.

Very gentle, just like when he pointed to himself and said, "Actually, I am Bunta Marui" when we met for the first time.

"Huh? Do you have anything to say?"

The hesitant words caught Tomomi's attention, she looked up,

As if escaping, but unwilling to bear it, Wen Tai lowered her head, bit her lower lip, and wanted to say a lot, but how could anyone speak.Youmei seems willing to provide a chance to break the depressed mood tonight, but Wen Tai can't take what Youmei suddenly throws over.

"...you don't have anything to say?"

Youmei asked further, staring directly at Wentai. After three seconds of such gaze, she suddenly felt like a person who begged for mercy.

Shame suddenly burst into the heart.

His heart beat more violently, and for a moment he felt that he was really bad, so bad that he even wanted to cry.

This is totally wrong.

Conversely, what qualifications do you have to ask the other party?

She ate the last bite of the ice cream with a spoon, feeling herself curled up in the shadows, pale and cramped, weak and powerless.

Like a small pile of ashes of insecurity.

"Excuse me, Marui-senpai, I'm going home."

Youmei wiped her mouth, stood up from her seat, bowed slightly, and said goodbye in a polite and distant tone. The summer night was cool and soft, like warm agar. She pushed open the door of the dessert shop. I don't know where I should go, Kanagawa is so big, I can't even go home.

For the first time, Tomomi truly experienced the loneliness and despair described in the textbook.

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Wentai thinks that he is the one who knows the relationship between himself and Youmei the most.

When did the two know each other, when did they walk in slowly, and when did they gradually drift apart, and finally came to such an embarrassing situation now, although there are many things that he can't figure out, but it can be regarded as It's clearer than anyone else, and in fact it's just that. No third person seems to know about the relationship between him and Tomomi. Even Kuwahara, who has the closest relationship, probably thinks that Wentai doesn't care much about this relationship. If this is used as a reference, it seems that the relationship between Tomomi and Chiya is more intimate, and it is more clearly placed there so that everyone can see clearly. He has always considered himself a genius, and he feels that no matter what he does, There is no way to surpass the distance between these two people.

Having been the most popular person in the tennis club for nearly three years, Mrs. Wen simply disdains the confessions of those admirers around her, and even knows how to "confess". After meeting Tomomi Watanabe, he felt that he had almost lost all his abilities. He could not express his inner voice well to let Tomomi know, and he would often do something hot-headed to make the other person angry. There is a saying in love experience: encounter in life In fact, most of those admirers are used to pass by. What about Watanabe Tomomi and Marui Bunta?

Should it also become an episode in the long river of human growth?

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