Bunch of grass

The game continues.

Feng Ling's pen recorded Long Ya's slip just now. At the moment when she was about to fall to the ground, the young man with dark green hair supported the ground with one hand, and stood on the ground after a beautiful backflip. One stroke, only to hear Xiyan beside her exclaim: "Wow, Miss Xiaoling, the picture you drew is exactly the same as the photo that brother Zhou Zhu took."

Feng Ling pursed her lips and smiled, turned to a new page, looked up at the four people on the court, and her eyes fell on the young man with dark green hair. When she watched him serve and catch the ball with agility, the worry hidden in her heart It also disappeared.It looks like he's fine.

The four men who are not good at doubles at all are finally getting better after being confused by the little yellow ball. You come and go, and the ball jumps happily among the four rackets.

The score on the court was chasing each other, and it was stalemate.

Feng Ling stopped the pen in her hand, looked at the figure running on the field, a slight smile appeared on her lips, and only heard a voice in her ear: "Huh? The things you draw are quite gorgeous."

Fengling came back to her senses and followed the sound. Atobe stood beside her at some point, looking sideways at the sketchbook in her hand. She was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and thanked: "Thank you Atobe for your compliment."

Atobe stretched out his hand to pick up the sketchbook, and flipped through it page by page. His dark blue phoenix eyes showed a hint of approval. When his eyes slid over Longya in Fengling's pen, his pupils shrank slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at Glancing at Fengling, the corner of his mouth raised a shallow arc, he closed the sketchbook with a "snap", and handed it back to Fengling, "Barely conforms to my grandpa's gorgeous aesthetics."

The corner of Fengling's mouth twitched fiercely, and abruptly swallowed back the words "I'm sorry for obstructing your eyes, sir."

The game ended in a draw.

Long Ya walked outside the arena, took a bottle of mineral water from Fengling, and drank a few mouthfuls. He didn't know whether it was sweat or water, and the liquid slipped down to his chin. He raised his hand and wiped it, looked at Fengling, stretched out his right hand Feng Ling was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"Painting." Long Ya raised her eyebrows and said.

Feng Ling touched his nose, and handed over the sketchbook in his hand. Long Ya glanced at Feng Ling, reached out to take it, and clamped the tennis racket in his hand under his arm, and opened the first page. When someone was there, his eyes turned to Echizen Ryoma who was standing beside him and was drinking Ponta with his head up. His amber phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and Echizen turned his head vaguely feeling a murderous aura. His eyes fell on the sketch in the hands of his elder brother. In fact, with a "poof", the soda that was too late to swallow was sprayed out by him, and it shot out in dots.

Long Ya quickly grabbed the wind chime and pulled her aside and hid the sketchbook behind her back, avoiding the blow.

Echizen wiped the corners of his mouth nonchalantly, turned his head and continued to drink water.

The warmth from the palm of her hand was transmitted to the skin on her wrist, and a blush climbed up Feng Ling's cheek. She turned her wrist slightly, but she didn't break free. She pursed her lips and looked around. During the warm-up training, Sanada was talking to his wife, while Yukimura put a warm towel on his face, while the other three women gathered together to talk, as if they had said something interesting, and the three of them laughed together.

Long Ya bit the sketchbook in her mouth, leaned on the railing with one hand and turned over to the stands, grabbed a coat and put it on, and then grabbed the wind chime at the top of the stand.

Feng Ling sat on a chair and quietly looked at the dark green-haired young man who continued to flip through the sketchbook. The sunlight outside the window fell on his handsome face, the long eyelashes flickered with the blinking of the eyes, and the sweat on the forehead followed The cheek slid down to his chin, and Feng Ling stretched out his hand to his chin like a ghost, and only recovered when his fingers touched the skin of his chin, and quickly retracted his hand.

Long Ya frowned slightly, but her eyes still fell on the sketchbook.

Feng Ling blushed slightly, lowered her head, pursed her lips, coughed lightly and asked, "How is it? Are you satisfied?"

"So-so." Long Ya flipped through a picture, and when he saw himself doing somersaults with one hand in the painting, the arc of his mouth revealed his mood at the moment, "It still fits my handsome and unrestrained image."

The corner of Fengling's mouth twitched fiercely, rolled her eyes, and looked up at the deaf-mute: "Long Yajun, you are the same as Atobe-jun, you were a daffodil in your last life, right?"

"..."

On the court, Keigo Atobe, who had raised his observation skills to the highest level, sneezed loudly, and the tennis ball flying from the opposite court hit his feet and bounced away.

The dinner table was very quiet, only the sound of stainless steel knives and forks rubbing against the porcelain plate could be heard. Feng Ling cut a piece of fully cooked steak and put it in his mouth. As soon as he took a bite, a pungent taste spread quickly in his mouth , rushed to the top of her head, her eyes were instantly filled with tears, she raised her head and looked tearfully at the flaxen-haired young man sitting opposite with curved eyebrows, put the knife and fork in her hand aside, picked up the wine glass at hand, poured the red wine in the glass After drinking it all, after the taste of the wine dilutes the irritating taste in the mouth, the dark almond eyes slightly narrowed: "Fuer-kun, the wasabi steak that passed through your hands is really good."

The maid beside Hou added red wine to the empty glass in front of Feng Ling, and retreated to the wall.

"Hehe... Of course, there are good things to share with everyone, right, Senior Longya." Fuji squeezed a piece of green and shiny object on the steak on the plate, spread it evenly, cut it off, and put it in his mouth , chewing slowly, the lips raised a beautiful arc, with a look of great enjoyment.

The corner of Fengling's mouth twitched fiercely, and she looked down at the steak that had only been cut into a small piece. Although she didn't dislike mustard, she really couldn't swallow such a steak.The narrow-minded black-bellied bear, didn't she just say "no plans to get married", that means she has no plans to get married for the time being, and has half a dime relationship with this blue-eyed polar bear.

While Fengling was slandering, a sharp-boned hand stretched out and took away the porcelain plate in front of her. Fengling was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the young man with dark green hair sitting next to him, and saw him take the porcelain plate in front of her. The untouched steak was placed in front of Feng Ling: "Here, eat mine."

"Eh?" Fengling stared blankly at the intact black pepper steak in front of her, and pursed her lips. She didn't know whether it was the effect of alcohol or the baptism of countless gazes, a hot current gushed out from the bottom of her heart and passed along the spine to the brain, and then to the cheeks.

"Why? Don't you like black pepper?" Long Ya asked with a raised brow.

I just hung up the so-called condolence call from New York from my mother, and the warm mobile phone rang again. The wind chime, which had racked my brains in the verbal dispute with my mother, swept across the name on the screen, and suddenly I had a feeling of wanting to directly call The impulse to throw the phone into the patch of roses, the vibration from her hand didn't stop, and she didn't intend to answer it.

"Hang up if you don't want to listen." A clear voice came from behind.

"Eh? Long Yajun?" Feng Ling turned her head and looked at the man standing not far away. He was holding a plaid scarf, which looked a bit like his own.

"Why are you sitting here alone and not going in to chat with them?" Long Ya stepped forward, hung the scarf around Feng Ling's neck, and tied it carefully for her, "I don't know how to add clothes when it's cold at night. Idiot?"

The faint smell of soap got into her nose, and because of the close distance, Feng Ling could feel a warm spray on her face, she pursed her lips, thanked her, and said, "Actually, sometimes it's nice to be alone. .”

"Is it because of this reason that you have never found a boyfriend?" Long Ya sat on the flower bed and turned to look at Feng Ling.

"How is that possible?" Feng Ling smiled lightly, and the vibration in her hand finally stopped.

"That's because there is...someone in your heart?" Although she knew this question was gossip, Long Ya couldn't help asking.

"Who?"

"Who what?"

"Didn't Long Yajun say that there is someone in my heart? So I asked who it was?" Feng Ling stuffed the phone into his coat pocket, put his backhand on the edge of the flower bed, looked up at the star-studded night sky, and asked.

"Hmph, how would I know who is hiding in your heart." Long Ya snorted and said, "I'm not the roundworm in your stomach."

"Even if I have someone in my heart." Fengling turned her head to look at Longya's side face, only to see his ears move slightly, Fengling pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "That will not be Yukimura-kun, and Yukimura-kun will not be my regret .”

Hearing the answer he wanted from the wind chime with his own ears, the stone that had been hanging in the air finally fell back into the distance, and he pursed his lips: "What does it matter to me who is the person in your heart?"

Fengling let out a long breath and raised her head again. The crescent moon was like a hook, and a meteor flew across the sky quickly, leaving a short but brilliant light trail in the ink-like sky. She smiled slightly and said: "At the beginning I like Yukimura-kun, but I have never confessed to him. But... I think he knows."

Long Ya looked back at Feng Ling, but said nothing.

"I know that I am not good enough for Yukimura-kun, and I am not as courageous as Hayakawa-kun. I am afraid of being rejected. There are many beautiful girls in our school who like Yukimura-kun. Just look at the strong support team and the art department. Holding hands, it is estimated that we can circle Lihai University three times, and if we add other schools, we may be able to circle Tokyo three times."

"……anthomaniac."

"Well... Who doesn't have a young man who is young and in love?" Feng Ling casually flicked the two legs hanging in the air, and smiled.

"...boring." The thin lips spat out two words.

"Could it be... Long Yajun's love affair started relatively late?"

"..."

Fengling laughed lightly, jumped down from the flower bed, raised her hand to pat the dust on her pants, looked up at Long Ya, and said with a smile, "Long Yajun, it's getting late, good night."

"Ah... good night." Long Ya watched Feng Ling leave until her figure disappeared at the door, he got up and walked behind the cars parked on the left side of the courtyard, looked at the few people hiding there, raised his brows slightly, "What? Haven't heard enough?"

"Ah... Senior Long Ya seems to be jealous of □ City?" Bu Er said with a smile on his brows, and left first.

A black line climbed up the back of Long Ya's head.

"Hehe... Thank you, senior, for being merciful during the game in the afternoon." Yukimura clasped his fists together and followed Fuji.

The second black line climbed up the back of Long Ya's head.

"It's really too slack." Sanada, who was dragged up by his companion, said with a dark face, turned around and left with Yukimura.

The third black line climbed up the back of Long Ya's head.

"Senior Long Ya, if you meet a girl you like, you must chase after it." Baishi leaned on the off-road vehicle with his hands wrapped around his chest, his silver hair was blown by the night wind, he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, and then left.

"Senior, come to my room later to teach you how to pursue the girl you like." Renzu helped the plain glasses on the bridge of the nose, turned around, waved to Longya, and left a back view.

"Madamadadane." Echizen raised his hand and pressed the brim of his hat, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked away.

Atobe didn't speak, and stroked the tear mole at the corner of his eyes with his slender fingers, he gave Long Ya a meaningful look, turned and left.

One after another, black lines jumped onto the back of Long Ya's head. Looking at the empty courtyard, he gritted his teeth and said, "A bunch of bastards."

The author has something to say:

Long Yajun, are you jealous?