Well, Atobe Keigo looked at Ninzu. Ninzu threw the ball into the ball frame and walked off the court with the racket. His royal blue hair was curled into a blue wave, and there was some sweat on his forehead. He walked up to them.
He said with a smile: "Coach has arranged everything, you have a dedicated stadium."
Atobe Keigo stood up, as if he could block Kazuki's sunlight. He looked around, his face leisurely and gloomy.
"Where's Cilang? This guy doesn't know where he slept. He knows every day that it's so shameless to avoid training."
Hochotaro looked at Atobe Keigo's face that turned serious, and secretly took a step back. He had better not tell Atobe, otherwise, Senior Jirou would probably be punished again.
Atobe Keigo pursed his lips slightly when he saw Houchotaro dodge. In fact, he already knew where that guy was now without him having to say anything.
They're all a bunch of guys who aren't gorgeous.
"Huachi, follow me and bring that guy back." After finishing speaking, Atobe Keigo walked out of the tennis court directly, with his team uniform already draped over his body.
"Yes." Hua Di followed him as usual.
But Renzu just shook his head. Cilang was probably going to be carried back again. He looked at the people in Qingxue and said with a smile: "I will take you to the tennis court. Don't mind. They have always been like this."
With that said, he walked out of the court. Hyokui's tennis club was big enough for them to practice as they pleased.
The two tennis courts are very close, and each other can see all the other's activities. This quietness is also intentional by the coach. They can clearly see Qingxue's training, and naturally Qingxue can also see their information about each other. In this way
, would be better
In another place, Atobe Keigo was walking under the shade of a tree. When he raised his head, a ray of sunlight fell on him. He walked under a big tree and stopped. Sure enough, it was still the same place. Not only was there his little daughter
Maid, and Ci Lang
He walked over, and Huachi stretched out his hand to lift Cilang on his shoulders, and walked towards the tennis ball. At this time, Cilang, who was being carried like a sandbag by Huachi, was still sleepy, with no sign of waking up at all, even in this posture.
, he can still sleep, maybe he is really used to Hua Di’s approach.
After Hachi left, Atobe Keigo knelt down and looked at the sleeping girl intently. Suddenly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his innocent smile did not diminish. After a long time, he stretched out his fingers and gently
I pinched her cheek gently, the soft touch, the delicate skin, the clear beauty
His body blocked all the light in front of her. Between the light and shadow, a shadow was cast on her face, with some transparent blank space.
There was a familiar pain on her face. Otoyu blinked lightly until she felt a fresh and light fragrance blending into her breath, a very reassuring smell.
She slowly opened her eyes, and what she suddenly saw was Atobe Keigo's enlarged face, and on her face, his fingers were still pinching her face violently.
When did he like doing this kind of thing? Did he really think that it wouldn't hurt if she really did it to her face? In fact, how could he not know, he was just used to this kind of action