After this game, the urgent training for Qinghao people is about to end. Everyone is going back to school. She is still carrying large and small bags. The ones responsible for carrying the gifts are naturally Kawamura-senpai and Momojo. Who makes them Qinghao?
A strong man, there is nothing wrong with leaving the strength work to him
Sitting in the car going back, she looked back at the villa in Karuizawa that was getting further and further away. The memories of these seven days remained in her heart, deep, deep, joy, tension, laughter, and melancholy.
, written down one by one
She held her chin up and looked at the changing scenery outside the car. Her eyelids sank, and then she lowered her head. Unknowingly, her consciousness slowly sank.
While she was sleeping, she didn't know who put a coat on her. She opened her eyes in confusion, and saw Fuji's smiling eyes. Then she blinked a few more times, and finally closed her eyes weakly.
,because the road is still long...
Fuji sat in the car with the window open, constantly blowing his long honey-colored hair, and sweeping the fine hair on his face through the glass. What he saw was a pair of ice-blue eyes, and then he narrowed his eyes.
The moment of the eyes, the smile spreads to the bottom of my heart
Along the way, there was no laughter or loud noise. Everyone was very quiet. They were tired and quiet. They all fell into a deep sleep. It’s no wonder that the rigorous training that was different from usual in the past few days had also made them exhausted. But as long as they slept
After waking up, this group of people will become more energetic again, because there are more powerful opponents waiting for them, so the game is really about to begin.
King, Li Hai Da
Soon, from their duel
In the other direction, Keigo Atobe, who returned to the Akiho Mansion, immediately picked up the phone and talked to Tezuka who was far away in Germany.
"Is everything going well?" Tezuka, who actually arranged this game, asked calmly.
"Fortunately, that kid is tied at 6-6. If there is another round, the result will be unclear." He said while holding a glass of juice. That kid's hands are still numb. But, it seems,
He has become a bad guy again. Maybe he is suitable for this kind of role.
"I'm really troubling you this time, Atobe." Tezuka's polite voice came from the other end of the phone.
Atobe took a sip of the juice, then put it down. The corners of his raised lips opened as brightly as flowers, "You don't have to say such things to me, but today I discovered something interesting."
The sentence "I am uncle" on the other end of the phone seems to be a bit different to the person on the other end of the phone. A special opponent, it can be said that he is the only one.
"Something fun?" Tezuka frowned and intuitively felt that this fun thing had something to do with him. But what is it? But he still couldn't figure it out.
"Yeah, it's fun," he repeated, but didn't tell him where the fun was? The new fun he just found today belongs to him alone.
After hanging up the phone, Tezuka raised his head. The wind gently blew through the hair on his forehead, creating a faint golden light. The young man's face was extremely resolute, showing determination and confidence. He put his hand on his left hand
On the arm, he whispered, "Everyone, you must work hard."
Atobe put down the juice, sat on the luxurious sofa chair, and then leaned on the back of the chair. The tears in his eyes had a touch of coquettish beauty, and that was, profound and extremely gorgeous.
When Otowa returned home, Sayato opened her eyes wide and looked at her for nearly half an hour. Only after he was sure that she was not missing a hair did he feel relieved and allowed her to return to her room.
It's so exaggerated, this brother probably has a love affair with his sister.
Back in the room, everything was still the same as when she left. She pushed open the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and the pots of jasmine had begun to fade away slowly, but there was still a faint fragrance lingering in the air.
In a few days, you may not be able to smell it anymore
The flowering period is over, wait until another winter, and then it will be spring again, the beginning of a reincarnation, and a new beginning.
A person's loneliness begins with the realization of love. A flower's loneliness may be the beginning of spring.
All this may be called fate
That night, she had a good sleep. In her dream, she saw a sea of flowers. At the end of the sea of flowers, the fragrance filled the air.