Yinyu hugged the notebook to his chest and covered his eyes with one hand. The rain was falling heavily. Suddenly, there was a mist in the distance, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
"No, the rain is too heavy. Let's find a place to hide first." Juxing looked ahead and saw that there was still a long way to go before the dormitory building. If we ran like this, we might get soaked when we got back.
Over there, they happened to see a place where they could take shelter from the rain. It was a newsstand. They hurriedly ran towards it.
"Ah, it's true, it rained just like you said, without any preparation, it's such a nasty weather." Juxing shook her hair, water dripping from her hair fell on her face, she felt very uncomfortable
The rain is pattering, with no intention of stopping. Outside the rain curtain, the world in front of you seems to be blocked by lines. You can't see a figure approaching in the distance, and you can vaguely see a brown stream of light.
Until the figure approached, Otoyu felt himself panic for a moment. The outline of the young man's face was still so delicate. Although the eyes with glasses were a little cold, they became clearer and clearer. The still serious profile was like a floating cloud.
The loneliness and pride in
"Ah, Director Tezuka, why are you here?" Juxing was a little surprised when she saw the person coming. She looked at the rain outside and understood that he was afraid that he would be the last one to leave, so he could only stay here.
Stayed
"Take shelter from the rain." Tezuka responded with only two words. His expression was clear and cold, just like the rain outside, with no ups and downs in his voice. He just glanced at Otowa who was inside the station, but his eyes still said no.
The look of disgust
Otoyu lowered his head and smiled bitterly, feeling a sharp pain in his heart. It turned out that he still hated her so much. Her body had already remembered those feelings. Those feelings of loving each other before and now could not be forgotten.
It turns out that she has not forgotten it so quickly, but it is already much lighter than before. Soon, she may not be affected by him anymore.
The young man approached the newsstand, passed her, and stood next to Juxing. Suddenly, the weather seemed to be much colder just now. What he could feel on his body was always that cold and aloofness, which made people feel cold and aloof.
He was far away and inaccessible. In his eyes, everything was probably not more important than tennis. He had his ideals and his dreams. The young man's shoulders actually looked a bit sloppy, but they blocked his surroundings.
Light, that kind of thing is called not ordinary. Yes, an extraordinary person is an extraordinary person.
No matter how many flowers there are, there will be a time when the flowers will fall. No matter how much perseverance and pain, there will be a day in the past. She believes that on that day, he will soon return to the court again.
The brilliance of this young man, no matter how big the clouds are, cannot block his wings that want to fly high. On the other side of the clouds, that is the direction of success.
However, there is only a long distance between her and him, where they can never see each other.
As the saying goes, before you become sensible, after you become emotional, it cannot last more than a day, and if you cannot keep it, it cannot be counted as a fleeting time. It turns out that this is how it is.
At this time, her breathing was filled with pain. They were so close, just the distance of a tentacle, but it seemed that they were back in the past. Whether it was the real Saya Otoyu or her, the landing point was still nowhere to follow.
"Oh, it's over, my notes, ugh..." Juxing looked at her notebook, which had been soaked by the rain, and the writing on it was hard to see clearly. All the records of the past few days are here, now
It's terrible. It's all her fault. She was holding her head against the rain just now.
Otoyu looked at the notebook in her arms and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, hers was still there. If both copies were lost, their work these days would have been in vain.
Juxing took a closer look and felt a little ashamed. She had just covered her head with a notebook, but Saya was holding the notebook to her chest. No wonder her hair was much wetter than hers. I really don’t know what she was.
It's better to admire her or scold her
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There will be 10 updates this Saturday, so everyone should work hard and leave messages so that I can be motivated, Xixi