She was no longer in the mood to go to class, so she turned around and walked towards the tennis club. She had not walked this road for a long time, and the tennis club no longer welcomed her.
Standing by the net, she watched their practice, and Tezuka was sitting on the rest chair at this time. A ball fell in front of her eyes. Several first-year students who picked up the ball ran over to me, and then watched
When she reached her, she carefully picked up the ball as if she had seen a ghost, and then ran away quickly.
It turns out that being disliked by others is such a feeling. It turns out that being rejected by others is so uncomfortable.
She really tried it today, tried this feeling, and it was very uncomfortable
Tezuka stood up from the rest chair, opened the door and walked out. Qingmu saw him and ran over quickly.
She just looked up at him, with this face that she always couldn't get tired of seeing. The young man's face was perfect and delicate to the extreme. Although his temperament was very cold, it made him more handsome than others. She thought
Everything I do is for him, does he know?
"Well, Kiyoki-san." Tezuka looked at her, neither cold nor indifferent. He had already heard about what happened today, and Kiyoki had also been expelled from school. He knew that all of this was done by Toru and Atobe. Sure enough,
He shows no mercy, but he also has an unshirkable responsibility
If possible, he doesn't want her to leave. After all, dropping out of school is a very dishonorable thing. However, the principal has already decided, so, unfortunately, he can't help much.
"Tezuka-senpai, can I ask you something?" Qingmu looked up. The girl was crying pitifully, but the boy was still cold and cold. The pupils under the lenses were dark brown and showed no emotion at all.
Tezuka nodded
"Tezuka-senpai, have you ever...liked...me?" Qingmu stared at him expectantly, looking into his eyes seriously, wanting the final answer.
The breeze blew, blowing the hair on the young man's forehead. Amidst the chaos of emotions, a pair of clear pupils loomed in the golden foil sunlight, still with the same indifferent expression.
He paused for a while, then opened his lips slightly, and said in a cold voice, "No."
Although he knew these words were heartless, he didn't want to lie to her. Indeed, he had more responsibilities for her than ordinary people, and he also felt a little guilty, but he really didn't like her, never, ever.
It turned out that this was the case. At this time, she really wanted to hear him say that she liked him, even if he just lied to her. However, he did not give her any chance. She had always been pestering him. It turned out that,
She was so wrong
"Tezuka, what are you looking at?" Fuji wiped the sweat from his face with a towel, his gentle voice making clear ripples in the autumn wind.
"Nothing?" Tezuka turned to look at the players training in the tennis court. Unknowingly, some hurt feelings began to spread faintly.
"Tezuka, why don't you go find her? Maybe there is still a chance." Fuji leaned against the tree, the light wind blowing his honey-colored hair slightly messy.
"No need." Tezuka shook his head. He could see some things clearly than anyone else. He could no longer find Zeng Jin's madness in her eyes, nor could he find any trace of love. So, no matter what the outcome,
He could already foresee everything that happened to Zeng Jin. It had to be said that it really stung his eyes.