She lowered her head. When she raised her head, she figured out many things in an instant. Then, it seemed much easier than before. No matter they knew it, they were tired of hiding it every day. This kind of revenge
She's tired of games too
Standing up, she looked directly at them, "Yes, you guessed it right, Ninzu-kun, but she brought all this on herself. She obviously liked Atobe, but she didn't tell me. When I told her,
When I wanted to trace the department, do you know what she said?" At this point, Fujiwara Ikumi had to take deep breaths to suppress the anger that kept pouring out of her chest. It had been a long time, but she still couldn't forgive her for treating her at that time.
She clenched her fists and her voice suddenly became louder.
"She asked me if I was sincere and told me not to go if I didn't mean it. She was obviously trying to stop me, but when I asked her if she wanted to support her, she actually agreed. Do you think she is being hypocritical?
If she likes Atobe and still insists on reading my jokes, can she be considered a friend? Then since she can do it, she should not be afraid of my revenge."
"I told her that as long as she leaves, I will not retaliate, and she is stupid enough. She thinks that I don't really like Atobe, and thinks that my revenge on her will eventually hurt Atobe Keigo, but
, How could someone like Atobe Keigo be hurt so easily? It’s really stupid, isn’t it? Yes, I did everything. I hid her homework notebook and asked her to double or even triple it every day.
I didn't have time to come to the tennis club because of my homework. I deliberately asked you to take me to Atobe Keigo's house and deliberately scratched her wrist in the car. I also deliberately stayed at Atobe's house. Of course,
I sleep on the bed, but she can only sleep on the floor. Are you satisfied?"
She said a lot in one breath, but when she finished speaking, she realized that there were cold tears on her face. Why, at this time, did she feel more guilty than ever before?
Why, she was not wrong in everything, was she?
Everyone started to fall silent, including Atobe Keigo. It turned out that so many things had happened in recent days. It turned out that that quiet woman had been hurt so much.
They all looked to one side at Atobe Keigo, but they couldn't see what he was thinking at this time.
Renzu pushed up his glasses, he was really honest and good. He had nothing to say, but there was someone. He walked up to Atobe Keigo and patted his shoulder, and Atobe Keigo
Still didn't speak, his face was as calm as ever, but there was no smile anymore, and his hands were tightly held together, and the veins on the back of his hands kept popping.
"Hachichi, let's go." Atobe Keigo twitched the corner of his mouth, and a dark color fell under his eyebrows. As it circulated, there was a deep meaning that no one could see through.
Kachichi didn't move, and put his hand in his pocket. He didn't know what he was looking for. Soon after, he took out the beaded chain from his pocket and walked forward, stretching out his hand and handing it to Fujiwara Ikumi.
"This is my bracelet." Fujiwara Ikumi tremblingly pointed to the bead chain in Hua Di's hand. Yes, this is hers, it is her favorite. The bracelet she remembered has been broken, but why does it appear intact now?
it's here
"Kabachi, bring that here." Keigo Atobe, who was about to leave, stopped when he saw the bead chain in Kabarchi's hand and turned around, looking coldly at the bead chain in Kabarchi's hand.
At the same time, Fujiwara Ikumi reached out to grab the bead chain she had lost. No one knew how sad she felt when she tore off the bead chain. It was her birthday gift and her favorite.
However, the moment she reached out, Kachi suddenly retracted her hand and stepped back, giving the bracelet to Atobe Keigo.
"Atobe Keigo, that's mine." Fujiwara Ikumi anxiously looked at the bead chain in Atobe Keigo's hand, her voice a little anxious.
"Oh, is it yours?" Atobe Keigo tilted his head and looked at the bead chain in his hand. Almost every bead that had been strung together passed through his fingers. He held the bead chain in his hand.
"I remember that this string of beads belongs to me and my uncle's maid. I didn't sleep all night before stringing it together. You say it's yours. So, do you have any evidence?"