Sitting in the car, Atobe Keigo reached out and lowered the window. He just looked at the villa that was getting farther and farther away from his sight. A trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes. He didn't rely on it until he couldn't see it anymore.
On the soft back of the chair, I pursed my lips tightly again and closed my eyes. I just felt that the wind outside kept blowing in with the aftertaste of summer, which made me feel a little hot.
These days are almost over, because autumn is coming soon
At the big tennis court in Rikkai, Yukimura Seiichi put his racket under his elbows, leaned on a rest chair and watched the people in the court training. Sweat fell on his forehead, which was transparent in the sun until a gust of wind blew by.
pass, and then gradually dry
"Kirihara, what are you doing? Don't serve so rigidly. How can your movements be so ugly? Do you think you are a robot?" He looked at Kirihara, and with a sweep of his eyebrows, it was like a gust of cold wind blowing by, and Kirihara took a step back.
, their minister is really scary
However, don't think that he will admit defeat. He will definitely practice hard and defeat all the opponents standing in front of him, including their minister.
Sanada walked down from the court, put his racket on the bench, then picked up two cups, walked to the side of Yukimura Seiichi, and handed him a cup
"Thank you." Yukimura Seiichi took it with a faint smile on his face. He was no longer stern and was as beautiful as before.
Sanada raised his head and took a sip of water. There were some different thoughts in his half-downed eyes. After drinking, he turned to look at Yukimura Seiichi.
"Yukimura, tell me, do you like her?" He always speaks directly and to the point, and he never beats around the bush. Just like himself, he is a very straightforward person.
"Well, who?" Yukimura Seiichi still smiled faintly, with nothing else visible in his delicate eyes. In fact, he had a vague idea of who Sanada was referring to.
"Saya Otowa" Sanada also held the cup in his hand and immediately spoke.
Yukimura Seiichi lowered his head, with a gentle smile on his lips, and then looked up at him. The purple hair quickly swept across his extremely soft face, wisps of which were extremely gentle.
"Unexpectedly, you discovered this." He admitted generously. There was no need to hide anything at all. It was the truth. There was no need to go against the true voice deep in his heart. Yes, he admitted that he liked her, maybe from now on.
He fell in love at first sight. He knew what kind of person he was. In fact, he knew that in terms of indifference, no one in Tatekai could compare to him, including Sanada.
His indifference is in his heart, so far away that it cannot be further away
It's just that falling in love with someone, sometimes, really only takes a glance, a moment, and a stay.
I like it, I like it
no other reason
I just simply like her voice, her character, and everything about her
Sanada looked at the practice of the team members in front. He just stood there without moving a step, while the sound continued to come out.
"Didn't you say that what you like is a healthy girl? It's not like Saya's illness doesn't mean that you don't know that you want to experience something like that again?"
Yukimura Seiichi shook his head, and his purple hair also followed his movements, constantly shaking pieces of light haze, reflecting a faint wisp of light purple dust.
"Maybe it was Zeng Jin, but this kind of thing is not something I can think of." He smiled. At the first sight, it might have been destined that he would always remember the first time he saw her. At that time, they
Each of them holds a pot of cornflowers in their hands, and another flower language of cornflowers is
meet
he met her
And she,
met him
It’s really doomed, isn’t it?
Now that she has come to his side, then he has no reason to suppress his emotions, let alone to retreat, and the word retreat will never appear on him.
"Yukimura, are you really serious?" Sanada looked at the rare real emotion in the eyes of the boy next to him. Now he was a little worried about his thoughts, because...
Yukimura Seiichi turned around and looked at Sanada with stern eyes, "Sanada, when have you ever seen me not being serious?" If he really thinks this way, then Sanada may not know him well enough. He has always taken the initiative to fight for what he wants.
What you want, tennis, is the same, feelings are the same, too
He never likes to be the passive one, nor does he allow himself to enter that role.
Sanada just lowered his head, his eyes under the brim of his hat filled with a deep dark color.
"Yukimura, you'd better not invest too much," Sanada suddenly said after being silent for a long time. There are some things that he doesn't know yet, so if you invest too much, he will be the one who gets hurt.
"Sanada, do you want to tell me something?" He leaned on the rest chair, folded his hands on his chest, and his uniform was still vaguely draped over his shoulders. He might know what Sanada was going to say, but if he didn't ask, it didn't mean,
he does not know
Sanada looked at the cup in his hand, but what he thought of was her standing next to him when he competed with Atobe that day. The relationship between Saya and Atobe Keigo is not that simple. Yes, maybe Yukimura and her are the same.
They met early, but their real acquaintance only lasted a few days. Maybe it was too late between them.
At least later than that person
This time he looked at Seiichi Yukimura very seriously, and his tone was much deeper than usual, "Saya, was once the fiancée of the Youth Academy Minister Tezuka Kunimitsu, and when she transferred to Hyōtei, she lived in Atobe Kage.
In my family, you can imagine the relationship between her and Atobe Keigo. In addition to Tezuka Kunimitsu of Seigaku, there is another person who asked me to take care of her, that is Atobe Keigo. "There are some things, he must say
Come out, the relationship between Saya and those two people is definitely not simple. Before she came to Tachibana University, both of them called him.
Although they don't have the same personality, they are equally proud. They are as arrogant as Atobe and cold as Tezuka. They are not people who easily ask for help from others.
What's more, Saya's current body and that kind of surgery are not something ordinary people can bear.
What a big blow it would be to Yukimura if the operation failed. Even if he was selfish, he didn't want Yukimura to go through it again. Last time it was him, and this time it would be her.
When Yukimura Seiichi heard this, he was indeed absent-minded for a moment, but he quickly returned to his normal state. He smiled slightly, and there was only persistence in his eyes. He didn't care what the relationship between Otowa and them was like. In the end,
At least, she is still her now and does not belong to anyone else. Then, he still has a chance. If he just gives up without trying hard, then it will definitely not be the character of Seiichi Yukimura, let alone something he will do.
"Sanada, thank you." He thanked his teammate, but the brilliance in his eyes did not change at all. He knew that he really cared about him, but maybe his decision this time would disappoint him.
Sanada said nothing more, stood up, and walked towards the rest chair where his racket was placed. Without Yukimura's explanation, he already knew Yukimura Seiichi's final decision, and he also knew that no one could change his current thoughts. Although Yukimura appeared on the surface
Gentle, but when he is stubborn, he is much more stubborn than others in his decisions. No one can change it, not even himself.
And love, indeed, no one can stop it
No one knows what kind of storm the future will be like.
Picking up the racket, he took out two tennis balls from his pocket, swung the racket vigorously, and watched the yellow ball hit the wall with a loud sound.
boom……
Yukimura Seiichi's soft eyes dimmed instantly when Sanada left, with a clear understanding of seeing through everything. Is it really like that?
sound feather,
Is it too late?:
At night, when the lights were on, the light blue room was dim. Lying on the bed, Otoyu slowly opened her eyes. Maybe it was because she slept for too long, so her whole body felt a little sore.
I turned on the wall lamp placed beside the bed, and the room suddenly became bright.
She raised her head and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside. It was almost 8 o'clock. She had been sleeping for such a long time. She opened the quilt with one hand and still held the notebook to her chest with her feet when she first stepped on the ground.
, her body suddenly trembled slightly, this smell, so familiar.
is his
But, how could it be his? This is the faint scent of roses that is unique to him
Stepping on the ground, she looked around and saw that the decorations were still the same and had not moved at all. Maybe it was because she missed him so much that she was hallucinating.
With a wry smile, why did he appear here? Now, perhaps, he has completely forgotten her because there is already a very gorgeous person beside him.
Deliberately avoiding all information about him, maybe she is really not strong enough and is afraid of hearing what happened between him and her, afraid of hearing how he likes her and loves her. She really doesn't want to hear such things.
Listen, don’t dare to listen. I’m afraid that hearing it will cause unstoppable heartache. I’m afraid that hearing it will make me burst into tears.
Why is he so bad? Why is he so nice to her? Why does he always give her tender looks? Why does he give her so many illusions that he actually likes her too?
Unknowingly, when she could no longer get rid of the emotions he had caused, and when she could no longer leave, he fell in love with someone else.
Why should he be so bad?
Sniffing, letting the soreness wash over her eyes, she walked to the desk, put her notebook on the desk, opened the drawer and took out the bottle of medicine, poured another glass of water and picked it up, letting the warmth in the water glass
It slowly cooled down, and then drank those dry pills
The warm light shone on her increasingly thin face, her chin was much sharper than before, and only her eyes seemed bigger.
Holding the medicine bottle in her hand tightly, she could only sigh softly
Perhaps, her destination is just this. It used to be in Tianya, but now it is very close at hand.
There are some things that she can't do anything about
For example, her illness, for example, that person
Putting the medicine bottle back in the drawer, she changed her clothes, walked out of the room, slept for a day, and only ate a very small amount in the morning. Her stomach was really hungry. She didn't want to hurt herself, and her life was still going on.
It's going on, so she's going to eat
This is the body's instinct, and it's also her instinct