Yinyu let go of the notebook in his hand, looked at the door blankly, and then smiled, with a trace of moisture spreading through the corners of his eyes.
It turns out, it’s really annoying
She lowered her head and opened her notebook, and the voices of the classmates next to her came to her ears one after another.
"I heard that Fujiwara and Atobe-sama are dating, and some people saw them dating."
"Yes, I saw it too. They seem to be very close. Perhaps not surprisingly, they have truly become boyfriend and girlfriend. My Atobe-sama, my heart is broken." The speaker covered his chest,
Sighing loudly
Atobe Keigo has never had a girlfriend, so everyone can fantasize, hope, dream, and follow him, but as long as he has a partner, everyone who loves him will be sad.
Otoyu put the notebook on his lap. For some reason, his fingertips were always cold and the knotted feeling had penetrated deep into his bones.
Whether it is pain or injury, it seems difficult to define, maybe, both
After reading all her notes, it was already a few hours later. She put the notebook away, stood up, and put the notebook back on Atobe Keigo's desk. When she saw that half of the desk,
There was some unbearable pain in the black eyes. This seat was once hers, but now it belongs to someone else. Perhaps, nothing in this world truly belongs to her, not even life.
Walking out of the classroom, she stretched out her hand to block the bright light in front of her eyes, but there was still some hazy clarity between her fingers.
Do you still remember the happiness of that time and the present of that time?
She turned around, and the sun was slowly receding, and the day was about to pass.
At Hyotei's tennis court, Fujiwara Ikumi held a towel in her hand. When Atobe Keigo walked off the court, she actively handed the towel to him. When Atobe Keigo reached out to take it, she ran to the table and poured a glass.
Give him water
Atobe Keigo took the cup and just looked at her lightly. He didn't even bother to say thank you and sat down on the rest chair on the side. He put the racket in his hand on his lap and drank the water from the cup.
A little sweat fell on my forehead
"Atobe seems to be working very hard today." Renzu took the towel handed over by other team members and gasped sharply. This guy really went crazy. He was exhausted to death. What's wrong with him?
Maybe next time, he should stay farther away
Hochotaro sat back listlessly on the rest chair, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Are Atobe really crazy today?" He kept wiping his sweat and breathing very quickly. He had to practice three times more than usual, and yet they couldn't survive.
"I also want to know, what happened to him today?" Shishido looked no better than Houchotaro. It was a little difficult to even speak, not to mention those team members who were not selected, who were already lying on the ground tired and unable to get up.
Got it
It's really crazy. It's all crazy. It can be said that there was a lot of wailing in the tennis court. They worked really hard today.
Atobe Keigo looked at the racket in his hand, and his palms were trembling. It was really too hard. Such a large amount of exercise was really tiring.