Therefore, he was doing it for her own good. As for the looks in the eyes of the people next to him, he just regarded them as their attention to his appearance. As expected, their magnificence was not something that ordinary people could possess. He enjoyed it very much.
There is no use envying him. His little maid can only be his, and other people can only look at it.
Seeing that he finally refused to let go, Otoyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ninzu, I feel that Atobe is acting weird today." Houchotarou kept stuffing rice into his mouth. While eating, he couldn't help but look at Atobe's table and turned around to ask who was sitting next to him.
of endurance
"Are you talking about him?" Renzu ate gracefully, his voice was like light spring water, especially clear, "It will be normal tomorrow."
On one table, there were members of Seigaku's team sitting. Kikumaru was eating his meal in a dull mood, looking at Atobe Keigo's table from time to time, and then he put down his chopsticks.
"Look, look, Atobe is raising Saya like a pig. Can she eat so much? He won't even strangle her to death."
Fuji raised his head and could see the bowls in front of Otoyu at a glance. Indeed, there were many, but when it came to pigs, there were two who looked alike in their team.
Oishi pulled Kikumaru's sleeve, and when Kikumaru looked at him with puzzled eyes, he pointed at the person opposite.
Soon, three black lines appeared on Kikumaru's face
Their players are more like pigs
Momojo and Echizen, really...
Can they really eat so much?
I saw a pile of tall bowls placed in front of them, enough for three people to eat. The two of them ignored each other and just ate sluggishly.
Taocheng and Ryoma noticed that someone was looking at him, and raised their heads slightly at the same time, then looked at each other, and continued to eat with their heads down. It was like a competition, and more and more bowls were placed on the table.
At night, Otoyu put down her pen and rubbed her aching wrist. There was a pile of information on the desk. It was the information of all the team members who stayed together today. This was assigned by the coach. She had to organize these information in the room.
Inside, she was alone at this time. Juxing had not come back since she left just now, and she didn’t know where she had gone.
After sorting out the information, she sat on the bed and lay down directly. There was still a faint soreness in her wrist. In addition to the information just now, she had signed a lot of names today. Unexpectedly, it turned out that Yuan Yuandu was more famous than she thought.
She was much taller. Even the Hwamura coach from Shonan Shonan encouraged her to transfer to their school, saying that she must be trained into the most perfect product.
That person already has many works, including myself
Thinking about it now, she is really glad that the school she transferred to is Hyokui. Otherwise, given the current situation, she might have been eaten alive by others, and not even a bit of scum would be left.
A series of ringtones rang. She sat up, then walked to the table and picked up her phone. It was Keigo Atobe calling.
After the phone was connected, there was still the unique voice of Lalan, a very charming voice.
"Little maid, are you done?"
"Well, it's done." Otoyu held the phone in one hand and lay on the bed again. He turned his head sideways and saw a full moon through the window. The silver-white moonlight spilled in very gently. If the lights were turned off, there must be something in the room.
A silvery white color, as if soaked in frost
This is a beautiful silver color
"Where is your roommate?" He asked suddenly. The phone in Otoyu's hand suddenly fell from her hand, but the voice from the other side was still clearly heard, "Ah, little maid, where is your little roommate?"