And Tezuka was eating the rice in the bowl indifferently, but his eyes always traced the strange table of people, Keigo and Saya Otowa, intentionally or unintentionally.
"What, isn't it delicious?" A very gentle voice came from above the head, and the smiling boy sat next to him.
He responded "No" and then lowered his head and silently ate the rice in his bowl. Under the light, the gold-rimmed glasses frame gained a faint golden color. It seemed that he had lost a lot of weight.
The coldness on the body does not make it so difficult for people to approach
"It seems that you have recognized her." Fuji looked at the table not far away, indicating something.
"Is she, Saya Otowa?" Tezuka was not surprised when he put down the bowl. Fuji would raise this question at this time. Come to think of it, he may have already known about their conversation in the morning, but he just didn't tell him.
"Yes, Tezuka, maybe we have never gotten to know her well. We only see the surface, but we never know that one day, we will be deceived by our previous knowledge." Fuji narrowed his eyes,
There is an intoxicating curve and a familiar smile, just as beautiful as before
At this time, there was a slight sigh
Tezuka, if time could go back, would you want to really get to know her? It's just time. Years have passed, and it can only pass.
"Will you?" Under his indifferent face, he successfully hid everything. His dark eyes were absolutely refusing others to enter. The young man has always faced everything intellectually and calmly, but now he is a little shaken, hidden behind the appearance.
Isn't it true that he really overlooked something?
A vague emotion slowly sublimated in him
After dinner, Tezuka Kunimitsu's welcome party began soon, and the members of each team sat together.
As the coach, Tezuka was sitting with Coach Hanamura and Coach Kami. Otowa looked at the empty seats around him, and those people standing on the stage, Atobe Keigo and others, said they wanted to sing.
She raised her chin and looked at them, with a soft smile on her face. He said, you will definitely be addicted to my beautiful voice.
Still narcissistic, but I really want to hear him sing and bully
his so called beautiful singing voice
A kind of nonchalant look made her look around. Why did she always feel like someone was looking at her? It was probably her illusion. All everyone was looking at was the stage. Naturally, no one looked at her from those sunny boys.
of
The lights flashed, and the teenagers had already taken their seats. "Everyone, let me indulge in my wonderful voice." The two fingers touched each other. After the crisp sound, a burst of cheerful music sounded.
Open the window on a dazzling sunny afternoon
Looking at the undivided shady path under the trees