behind the glitz of the net king

The next few days were as dull as distilled water, and Echizen Longyue couldn't help but miss the freedom he had in a foreign country when he was a child, and began to walk aimlessly in the streets and alleys of Tokyo.Until three days later, she "coincidentally met" Keigo Atobe at the tennis court at night.

Echizen Long Yue managed to find a tennis court in the siege of the nightclub to fight with the boy who accosted her.

When Echizen Longyue was about to laugh at the joke he just said, Atobe suddenly appeared out of nowhere.Because he was wearing a dark purple shirt, he was a little lazy, and he glanced at the overwhelmed boy contemptuously.

Not even the dim light could dim the radiance of the king in him.

His brows were still slightly frowned, his face was not very good-looking, and the hand holding the racket cut an arc and pointed horizontally at Echizen Longyue, announcing domineeringly to all the onlookers: "Except for this uncle, everyone else even lifted her shoes for her. Neither fit."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was dissatisfied. Echizen Longyue couldn't ignore the movements of a few sturdy gangsters like Atobe, and she gradually understood Atobe's temperament after a few encounters. It's hard to keep your head down.Besides, he was indeed too much.

Before Echizen Longyue could open her mouth, someone could not hold back her swearing, the filth was unbearable, but Atobe raised the tennis racket in his hand to her defiantly. I took out the tennis ball in my pocket, and intentionally gesticulated to hit her. Atobe, Atobe was stunned in front of the net.

Later, he looked like a wounded child in his eyes, which she will never forget for the rest of her life.He didn't dodge but asked her hoarsely: "You hate me so much?"

Under the dim street lights, Echizen Long Yue also stood in front of the net, with his head lowered and long hair covering half of his face, he couldn't see her expression clearly and she didn't answer.He still stood there motionless.

Echizen Ryue held the racket tightly and served the ball with full force. Hearing the sound of the ball hitting the person, he grabbed Atobe's hand and ran out of the tennis court quickly.

The clothes of the two were fluttering in the wind, the whole world receded behind, and the scattered rouge color was entangled on Atobe's arms.

With that ball, Echizen Long Yue hit the bastard who scolded the track department at the beginning.

Atobe held Echizen Longyue's hand instead, and then she felt embarrassed, felt that there was no one behind her, slowed down and pulled out her hand, and walked with Atobe on the street like a vagrant.

I don't know how long he walked, Echizen Long Yue hid the racket behind his back and asked him with a half-smile: "Who is so bold that you are so arrogant?" "You." He replied lightly, a little tired.

Echizen Long Yue pointed to the tip of his nose, feeling confused: "Me? I haven't disturbed the Ice Emperor Bureau recently, and I haven't seen you..."

"Idiot!" Atobe was inexplicably angry and yelled at her, "Cry if you want to! Don't tell me you love Wujiwu! How long are you going to pretend to be happy!"

After hearing what Atobe meant, Echizen Long Yue refused to admit it and argued: "You misunderstood, in fact, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Atobe's lips blocked him, and the sadness in his eyes spread between his lips and teeth.It was the first time for Echizen Long Yue to look closely at the tear mole in the corner of his eye, and there was a flashy light and shadow on it, mournfully charming.

After regaining her senses, she pushed away Atobe who was hugging her with all her strength, and slapped Atobe before the warm breath dissipated.

The joints fell clearly on Atobe's face, like a brand of shame, even Echizen Longyue was stunned.Atobe Keigo pinched her chin again, and asked coldly in the cold night: "If it's Fuji..."

"No, Fuji is not that kind of person." Echizen Long Yue gave him a hard look, and when he saw his ragged clothes, the scene just before his eyes ran aground again, and the red tide on his face quickly receded. rise.

Atobe's hand gradually began to pinch her hard, but she kept the same movement, letting the night wind blow her long hair, and it fell on the back of his snow-white hand, which was shockingly red, like a phoenix weeping blood wantonly flowing on the ground. in the snow.

"You're jealous." Echizen Longyue finally recovered from the pain, all of Atobe's behaviors made her smile slowly, "Could it be that you like me?"

Echizen Longyue is not the kind of person who holds grudges. He tilted his head and bent the corners of his eyes to wait for him to admit that there were moths hitting the dim streetlight like a flame. .

Suddenly Shiraishi's voice sounded from behind, a cold look appeared in Atobu's eyes, and Echizen Longyue heard the cold Yefeng's broken voice: "No wonder I'm not sad, so I have a spare tire."

Echizen Longyue could only complain silently in his heart that Kuranosuke Shiraishi appeared at an inappropriate time.

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