After Atobe Keigo finished playing a ball, in the closing voice of Mr. Hanamura, he threw the racket to Kagami, who caught it and put it in the golf bag.
He walked to the table, picked up a towel, put it on the back of his neck, and then sat back on the rest. His breathing was still a little confused. He held two glasses of water, sat down, and handed one of the glasses to him.
"Atobe, where is your little maid? I don't seem to have seen her today." He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him. Indeed, since the morning, they had seen all the Shihara people, but they had not seen her.
What’s even more strange is that Saya Otowa should be here the most, but Atobe can treat it as if nothing is wrong and doesn’t care at all.
It's really strange. With his overbearing possessiveness, it shouldn't be like this now.
"She went to the hospital to see coach Seigakuharu Ryuzaki." Atobe took a sip of his drink and answered briskly.
It turned out that he had known it for a long time. No wonder he thought it was abnormal. Renzu chuckled lightly and then became serious. In fact, he was still very worried. Does this guy Atobe know what he is doing?
"Atobe, if one day your little maid wants to leave you, what will you do?" He asked half-jokingly, but in fact he just wanted to test Atobe Keigo's bottom line?
After leaving, Atobe looked at him with half-squinted eyes, crossed his legs, and said, "I will never let her leave. She belongs to me." His tone was extremely familiar to Renzu and familiar to everyone. It was domineering.
with confidence
How could he let his little maid leave? Without her, there would be no one to bully, and life would be very boring. Picking up the drink, he continued to drink, and a lot of the summer heat had evaporated.
And sitting in the sun, Atobe Keigo, with a faint smile on his lips, looking proudly at his gorgeous and proud son, no one can replace him.
Renzu patted his forehead. Do these two people know their current state? He was speechless now. Forget it, they will understand one day anyway. I just hope that this day will not be too late, otherwise
, it’s really meaningless
The car quickly stopped at the entrance of the hospital Fuji mentioned. After stopping, Otoyu held a stick of jasmine flowers. They were small white flowers with a light fragrance. She had just bought them at a flower shop.
The pots of jasmine at her house have bloomed for the second time, so she really likes these little flowers. They are beautiful and not dull. She hopes Coach Ryuzaki will also like them. She walked into the hospital and lowered her voice
She took off the hat on her head, and people around her came and went scatteredly. She shuttled among them, looking for the ward that Fujisuke mentioned.
Lowering her head, she hugged the bouquet tightly in her arms, but she didn't know that among the people she passed by, there was a young man with blue-purple hair passing by her.
The young man walked out of the hospital, with a faint hint of purple in his purple-blue eyes, deep and distant, as if covered with a light layer of mist, yet distant and indifferent. He was holding a magazine in his hand
, flicking, the corner of the page of the magazine was opened, and there was a row of handwritten words. Vaguely, you could see clearly, the name written on it, four words, Saya Otoyu, and the cover of the magazine was called Toihara Do.
Stopping, he took out his cell phone from his pocket, pulled it out, and then put it to his ear and waited. After the call was connected, the gentle voice blew past him like a wisp of light flowing evening breeze. The young man smiled, and the golden light of the sun fell on it.
On his face, he lowered his head slightly, blocking the beauty on his face. In the eyes of others, it was fleeting beauty...