Hochotaro then took a step forward and walked towards them lightly. He bent down to pick up the clothes on the ground and covered Cilang first. Seeing that Cilang was not awake at all, he sighed out of habit.
This senior is really worrying. He can sleep at any time and anywhere. Oh, senior Cilang, does he know that it rained yesterday? I'm really convinced that he can sleep like this.
Him
Then he looked at Otoyu who was leaning against the tree, took off his clothes and carefully covered her body. The sudden warmth on her body made Otoyu shrink down, but she did not wake up.
Hochotaro walked back again, deliberately lowering his voice, "Let's go."
None of them spoke, and they always left quietly. Only Kikumaru would look back at the two people from time to time. Is there really no problem with them here?
Fuji looked at Tezuka who was standing next to him and had been looking at them. His blue eyes opened slightly, like the color of the blue sky, especially clean. "Let's go, Tezuka" he said, turned around and walked away.
It was lighter than usual, and he was afraid that it would disturb the sleep of the two uncles. Looking at their looks, he knew that they were already very tired, so he really couldn't bear it.
"Yes." Tezuka agreed and left, but he still took a look at the two sleeping people, Saya Otowa. It turns out that this is how life is at Hyotei School.
"Feng, that's what you just said about Saya not being in the tennis club. Is she sleeping?" Kikumaru asked in a novel way until he had been away for a long time.
"Yes." Houchotaro scratched his hair and replied with some embarrassment: "Senior Jirou has always been like this, so it's not surprising. You have all seen this before, but Saya is different, because she
She has been busy with the English exam recently, so she has been tutoring for the past few days. She is very tired."
"So it's so hard to skip a grade." Kikumaru nodded in agreement. It turned out to be the reason. It must be very hard. He really sympathizes with Saya now. He can even fall asleep while reading. It's really pitiful.
Tezuka kept a sullen face, but he listened to their conversation word for word.
He raised his head slightly, and his clear and cold eyes were as deep as the sea, making people unpredictable. The sunlight among the fallen leaves shone on his body. As he walked, it kept changing. Such deep and shallow colors, in an instant, there were
hazy beauty
They walked for nearly five minutes and finally arrived at Hyokui's tennis club. Hyokui's tennis club was very large, as big as three youth schools' tennis clubs. There were more than 200 players, so there were many people inside, and it was hard to bear.
He was practicing batting, and Atobe Keigo was sitting on a resting chair with a thin layer of sweat on his head. It looked like he had just finished a training session and was now resting.
They approached the tennis club together, and all the people who were training in Hyotei stopped and looked at them.
"Well, you are here." Keigo Atobe stood up, and the team uniform draped over his shoulders fell on the chair.
"Yes." Tezuka nodded, "I'm going to trouble you again this time, Atobe."