"Wow, here it comes, Atobe-sama's car has arrived." There was a big cheer all around. The girls checked their appearance, and some even winked at the small mirror, just wanting to show their most beautiful side to that college student.
The prince saw that even getting his attention, a smile, and a step of stopping would be happiness for them.
I don’t get it with delusions, I just like it like this. It’s very simple and natural.
Tezuka's hand grasped the golf bag strap on her shoulder, her fingers tightened, and her knuckles were slightly white. Was she like this before? She was just doing those things just to wait for his gaze or look. In fact, it was just for
Is that all it takes to get his attention?
He was originally calm and didn't know what she liked about him. The more she wanted to attract his attention, the more he stayed away. If it was wrong, then both of them were wrong. If at the beginning,
They could all be more honest, frank, and brave. Even if she were more rational and he could think more, maybe they wouldn't reach this point now.
Can't advance, let alone retreat
The luxurious limousine stopped at the door. The driver got out of it and opened the door respectfully. Atobe Keigo walked out with long legs. He was wearing a well-fitting school uniform. He was young and energetic, although it was just simple.
The school uniform, even so, does not diminish his innate nobility at all.
The morning sun was infinitely beautiful. It shone on his body, imprinting a lot of soft light. His gray-purple hair was delicately rolled up, looking very soft. He closed his eyes, and then opened them again. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
The mole was just a little bit thicker, and in an instant, with stunning beauty, he raised a confident and dazzling smile, which was habitual and iconic.
The girls standing on both sides of the road started screaming again and repeating their admiration and love for him.
"Lord Atobe, you are so handsome."
"Atobe-sama, you are so handsome."
"Lord Atobe, we love you"
Atobe Keigo is a master, and everyone is looking at his fingers. His fingers are very slender. When two fingers touch lightly, a crisp sound comes out, and then the surroundings are quiet.
"Good morning, everyone." He turned his head, and a ray of sunshine happened to shine on his hair. The faint golden color made his face even more beautiful.
She was being narcissistic again. Otoyu got out of the car and walked directly past him. She didn't want to walk with him because she didn't want to be killed by the eyes of a woman.
Then there was another burst of louder cheers and screams, and Cilang arrived just in time. His half-opened eyes were bloodshot. It looked like he didn't sleep well yesterday. He looked up in front of him and continued walking in a daze.
"You are all here." Renzu came from the other side. It seemed that he came earlier and was very energetic.
The others also nodded and walked towards the tennis court.
The school's tennis court is currently conducting full-day training. Due to the friendly competition between Japan and the United States, the school has made a special exception. The selected members of the school's tennis club do not need to attend class.
Ninzu and Atobe were practicing at this time, sweating profusely. At this time, the rackets in their hands seemed to have a life of their own, they kept swinging, and as the small yellow ball came and went, layers of phantoms were shaking.
Qingxue is on another tennis court. Their training starts with physical fitness. Both sides try to improve their physical fitness to the extreme. Of course, there is also pertinence. Each team member has his own weaknesses. No one is perfect. In tennis, you must
Judging from comprehensive ability, it is not just good skills that will win. It must be judged from physical strength, technology, psychology, experience, and many other aspects. Therefore, they must minimize the shortcomings of the players in a short period of time.
Although Ryoma is just a backup now, his training has not been relaxed at all, and he has even become stronger.
Coach Shen didn't say who will play, but Ryoma's training volume is as large as others and he won't be soft on him just because he is a first-year man. What's more, he is not an ordinary first-year man.
The training is still going on, and everyone else in Hyotei's school is quietly attending class, and of course Otowa is no exception.