When I came to the tennis club, there was no one inside. Everyone was in class. It was very quiet in the school.
She looked at the sky, the blue sky, the white clouds, the birds hovering in the sky flew down and landed on her shoulders. The bright colors were beautiful, but the sky at this time was traceless...
"Jialin, are we leaving here tomorrow?" She leaned against that little body with a faint smile, tears in her eyes kept rising and then falling.
She sat down, and the bird on her shoulder quietly accompanied her
An hour later, the stadium became lively and the doors opened.
"Saya, it's so early." It was Kaitang. His face was unusual, as if he had some awkward panic.
The bird on his shoulder flew up and landed on his shoulder. It seemed that Jialin liked this young man's ferocious face, but he actually had a kind heart.
"Yes." She smiled at him, just like before
Soon, there were more and more people, and finally even the final Ryoma came half an hour earlier than usual. Everyone came, and there was a special atmosphere on the court, like solemnity. Things spread really fast, and everyone must know it.
Got it
"Senior, do you really want to leave?" Ryoma stepped forward. The boy had a clean face and a stubborn look in his big, bright eyes.
"Yes." She nodded, and stretched out her arms to hug his thin body. "Thank you, Ryoma."
With this move, everyone was stunned. The racket fell to the ground, the ball also fell to the ground, and the jaw also dropped.
And Ryoma blinked his eyes, his face was a little crooked, and his face showed a slight blush. Apart from his mother, he was the first female to hold him. Can you tell me how it felt? In fact, it was quite good.
There were accidents and surprises, but the more reluctant he became, he was really reluctant to let this senior leave. Apart from the fact that she would cook food for them from time to time, especially she would give him an extra portion every time, just to fuck the senior.
She drank a lot of that terrible drink by herself
He has too many reasons to be reluctant to part with him
"Wow...I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it," Kikumaru screamed. He was so reluctant to let go. They all couldn't let go. They used to hate her, but now, they like her very much. She is such a quiet girl, with a calmness in her silence.
It's so quiet and comfortable, it's so quiet that it makes people feel distressed. Now, why do you suddenly have to transfer schools? Then it's not like we can't see each other every day in the future. He doesn't want it.
"Kikumaru-senpai, don't cry." She approached him, her smiling face was like the dewdrops in the morning breeze, clear and soft.
"I don't want it, I don't want it." Kikumaru gave her a bear hug. He really couldn't bear to leave this school girl. He just transferred to another school no matter what.
Kikumaru hugged her tighter and tighter, she could hardly breathe
"Eiji, let go of the schoolgirl, she is about to be strangled to death by you." Oishi quickly stepped forward and pulled Kikumaru's hand away. This guy was too excited.
She took a breath of air. She had been strangled by Kikumaru for too long, and her neck hurt. After she regained her freedom, her face turned slightly pale but she really wanted to say, "Thank you, Oishi-senpai."
"School girl, remember to come back to play more often in the future. You will always be welcome in the Qingxue Tennis Club." Oishi pulled Kikumaru, who was still moving his hands and feet, and told him that he was much calmer. After all, he was the deputy minister, so he had no choice but to remain calm.
In fact, he also couldn't bear to part with this school girl.
Otoyu smiled and said nothing, they welcomed him, but what about him?
These can no longer be thought of.
She walked towards the boy who had been standing outside. Under the sun, the boy who smiled a little lonely, Fuji Shusuke
"Will you be happy like this?" His voice was like a feather gently sweeping over her heart, bringing a slight touch.
Are you happy? She doesn't know, maybe staying away will be a new beginning, that's what she thinks
"I think I will," she said, yes, she will, she will.
Looking back at the past, every detail and every moment was integrated into her memory. Even some things she didn't want to remember, she suddenly wrote down everything. In fact, it was indispensable.
"Senior Fuji, thank you." I don't know how many times she said sorry and how many times she said thank you today. In fact, no matter how many words she said, she couldn't even say it.