[Net King] Take medicine before confessing

The Atobe family's car arrived very quickly, as if they had been waiting nearby for a call from their young master.The butler in a black suit and white gloves respectfully opened the car door. Keigo Atobe walked to the side of the car, but didn't get in the car immediately. He turned to look at Tanaka who was being turned into the police car by the police.

Shinobi Yuuji met his gaze and nodded knowingly.

"Hmph, the Kanto competition is this weekend, so don't be late."

After leaving such a sentence, Keigo Atobe got into the car, and a cloud of dust rose from the back of the car.Ninja Yuuji pulled back the cherry-haired girl next to her to prevent her from inhaling the exhaust gas.She took a step back following his strength like a puppet, but her face was still full of "reading progress bar", and it seemed that her brain was still offline.

Hearing that kind of words suddenly, it's no wonder her CPU can't run well... Yushi Ninzu sighed and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back to the dormitory."

"Ah... um, thank you Ninzu-kun." Kuroko Airi followed him blankly, looking lost all the way, and didn't come back to his senses until he heard Yuuji Ninzu's question, "What did you ask just now?"

"I said, why is that guy from Atobe here? Isn't he unable to come because of something?" Seeing that she was about to stumble over the small stone on the road and make a magnificent splash, Yuji Shinozu kicked the small stone away calmly.

Kuroko Airi didn't notice it at all, and said with a dry smile, "Yes, yes...that's weird hahaha...why hahaha..."

Ninja Yuuji: "..." This acting skill is simply an insult to people's IQ!He adjusted his glasses, and wisely decided to change the subject, "After the training camp, it will be the Kanto Tournament. When are you going to confess to him?" Recalling those vague dreams, the man who dragged him by the hem of his clothes on the streets of Ginza on Christmas Eve broke down in tears. He smiled and added, "Of course, I recommend waiting for him to tell you about this plan."

Airi Kuroko lowered her head and walked quietly beside him all the way, until the light from the dormitory downstairs shone on her, and then suddenly said softly: "...But, I still feel that I can't believe it, what that person said just now In a word..."

Yushi Ninzu said helplessly: "Don't worry, I heard it too, so it's not your hallucination." It's common sense that someone who has had a crush on him for more than ten years suddenly uttered such an explosive speech.

"But..." Kuroko Airi finally raised his head, the dim light hit his face, illuminating his dazed expression, "He already has a lover."

"……what?"

"Master and Madam seem to be scheduled to return from Paris the day after tomorrow." The butler sat in the passenger seat and reported to his young master.

"Really?" Keigo Atobe responded lightly, resting his hands next to his face, his eyes fell on the scene that flashed by outside the car window.

"What's more... Panasonic called and said that their young lady will return to China and transfer to Bingdi soon. I hope to meet with you before then."

Keigo Atobe turned his gaze to the rearview mirror, and the look in his gray-blue eyes was almost arrogant: "Hmph, do you have to personally refuse such a thing?"

"I understand." The butler agreed without any surprise.

The Matsushita Group... In that past, he was the one who checked and balanced the opposition within the family board of directors and truly established a business empire—or one of the stepping stones.However, at this time, his father is still alive, and even the old man is still in the nursing home in New Zealand from time to time remotely controlling the situation. The future ice emperor does not need such a so-called ally at all.If his father's serious illness had not been admitted to the hospital too suddenly at that time, causing violent shocks within the entire Atobe chaebol, with his ability and pride, how could he acquiesce in the rumor of marriage from his subordinates.

At that time, the president of the marketing department had a sudden stroke, and the people in the family were fluctuating. Greed and conspiracy quietly grew in the dark.Due to the influence of the Atobe Zaibatsu on the Japanese economy, as soon as the news came out, it immediately began to affect the stock market. Not only did the Atobe Zaibatsu’s own stocks plummet, but the Nikkei index also fell all the way.

Keigo Atobe was in Europe at the time. After hearing the news, he immediately returned to Japan by private plane to calm the situation. With his swift action and insightful wisdom, he brought everything back on track in just two months. The authoritative magazines in the world praised this The young business magnate lavished praise.During that time, he spent almost every day in the office, never even went home once, and occasionally went to the hospital to visit his father when he had time, and didn't care about other things at all.

Two months later, the matter seemed to have calmed down, but those who cared could see that the family board of directors of the Atobe Zaibatsu was still agitating.Atobe Keigo turned the tide in times of crisis, and used power supremacy to reorganize the chaebol to achieve a comprehensive exchange of blood. While winning hearts and praises, it naturally also attracted the resentment of many people.

The Atobe Zaibatsu rose rapidly after World War II. It started with securities and developed from an emerging financial chaebol to a large consortium with industries covering real estate, sports competitions, service industries, fashion and other fields. It has been several decades. There is no need to mention the intricate relationships under the various countertops.Even Keigo Atobe, who has been hailed as the Ice Emperor of the King's Landing business world, couldn't eradicate all these dirty relationships in a short period of time.In order to deal with the internal forces of the family board of directors, use external forces to attract attention, and take advantage of this opportunity to kill with one blow with overwhelming strength is his style of Keigo Atobe.

That's why there are rumors that the Atobe chaebol Shaodong and the lady from the Matsushita Group are about to marry.

Ginza is the most prosperous place in Tokyo and even in Japan. It is full of luxury, feasting, and neon lights. Business tycoons and political figures trade power and money here. Countless people do everything just to have a foothold here.When the stock price plummeted two months ago, several people jumped off the tall building to end their lives, but there was no trace of it when the water washed away.In such a place, the death of a painter who is quite famous in the world, even if it stirs up waves, is just a tiny wave, fleeting in the blink of an eye.

Less than half a month after Kuroko Airi's death, the internal cleaning and blood exchange work of the Atobe Zaibatsu was basically completed. After the complicated aftermath work, they finally entered the normal track one after another.

A month later, Kuroko Airi's family held a commemorative painting exhibition for her. From the paints she daubed with a paintbrush at a young age, to the exquisite paintings that were hailed as art treasures later, they displayed all her life's works before the eyes of the world. .Like her teacher Dongshan Zhengxin, she is a very prolific painter, leaving countless masterpieces in her short 27-year life.Although the painting styles are changeable, they are all full of strong personal characteristics. The inimitable subtle grasp and precise portrayal of details, the delicate and profound feelings in every light and shadow, and every stroke of paint are all An important basis for later generations to identify the authenticity of paintings.

The one-month art exhibition attracted art lovers from all over the world. Of course, there were also many reporters. There were many wealthy people who wanted to spend a lot of money to buy paintings, but they were all flatly rejected by Hei Zizhe, because after this art exhibition, these paintings will be deleted. Sent to the collection of the Tokyo Metropolitan Art Museum.

On the last day of the art exhibition, Keigo Atobe finally stepped into the venue of the art exhibition.Walking all the way in order, it seems to have witnessed the growth trajectory of that person, seeing her from clumsy to proficient, from carefree to unconsciously revealing melancholy.

The last painting took up an entire wall and was a well-deserved masterpiece. He paused in front of that painting for a long time.

That is a scene that all the students of Ice Empress are all too familiar with.

The time has passed, and the laughing and playing boy under the cherry blossom tree in the academy has long changed his appearance.Every year, someone steps into the gate for the first time, and every year someone leaves forever. The days of laughing together eventually fade into black and white old photos in the corner of time, but she uses a brush to freeze everything forever.

what are you missingIs that time?Or was it someone you passed by during those years?

He will never know.

At the end of the exhibition, the man with blue hair politely asked him to leave. The moment he met his eyes, Keigo Atobe had the illusion that he saw that person again.

They are all such blue eyes, pure and clean, not stained with dust.

However, the look in her brother's eyes was far more complicated than hers.

But he didn't say anything after all.

In the dreams of countless nights afterwards, Keigo Atobe always dreamed of those eyes, such pure and clean water blue, no matter how time passed, they were still not stained with a speck of dust.

After waking up, the screen of the mobile phone next to the bed was still dark.

At night in Tokyo, the sky is full of lights, the lights are feasting, and a little spark is flickering between his fingers. He sits on the sofa and watches the sky light up little by little without words.

On a new day, he is that arrogant, vigorous and resolute ice emperor who dominates the business world again.

But no one knew why such a young emperor who carried out his arrogance so thoroughly and believed in the supremacy of efficiency and strength would carry such a cell phone with him that never rang.

The father was finally discharged from the hospital a year later, and he no longer interfered in any affairs of the chaebol, but spent his days at home with his mother.In addition to taking care of my father, my mother likes to collect famous paintings in her spare time. One day, sitting on the sofa, she excitedly said to him when he came back from work: "Look, Jingwu! I bought a painting by Kuroko Airi!"

"...Really." He took off his coat for a moment, and the butler hurriedly took it over.

"It's really beautiful... It's a pity that such a person died at such a young age." The mother smiled and admired her, then suddenly sighed, "But she is really pitiful."

Keigo Atobe stopped walking to the second floor, and laughed inadvertently: "Why?"

"Art is something that needs to be stirred up in the creator's heart, and can only be produced in a state of emotional instability... The more paintings she draws, the less time she has in her life." The mother handed the painting to Give it to the housekeeper, and signal him to keep it well, "Especially the last painting, it's beautiful, but after seeing it, it always makes people feel sad."

He didn't speak any more.

Of course I'm sad.

Because that painting entrusted her irretrievable youth, the feelings she devoted her whole life but never responded to, and the sadness and despair she could not forget after many years.

Another year of Christmas, at the banquet held by the Atobe chaebol, singing and dancing, talking and laughing are just like any social occasion Atobe Keigo has attended.When the banquet was about to end, he drove alone through half of Tokyo, which was full of bright lights and laughter, with a slight drunkenness, to the place where the man fell asleep.

The night was very quiet, the December wind was bitterly cold, and the snow was falling.

There was no one in the cemetery, only the sound of his footsteps could be heard quietly in the dead air.The snow was heavy, and after only a while, a thick layer of snow accumulated on the tombstone.He took off his gloves and lightly brushed off the snowflakes on them. The stone tablet was icy cold to the touch, until it felt so cold in his heart.

That person shouldn't be like this.

She should still be smiling carefree, looking as if she will never grow up, deceiving the world with the appearance of a melancholy girl.She should have sloppily coiled her long cherry-colored hair, shut herself in the studio, grasped the palette and waved the paintbrush, with a few smears of paint on her face forever.She should have snapped nice photos while traveling the world, sent him the ocean in Greece and complained in emails about the dirty bathrooms there.She should text from time to time that she saw him in a magazine, explaining hilarious economic jargon with her weird brain circuitry.

Rather than like this, in this festival where the lights are warm and the streets are full of laughter, a person is lying alone in the cold cemetery, buried quietly by pale snowflakes.

He knelt down, picked up the snow-covered bouquet and cards in front of the grave, and put them aside.The delicate flowers can't last long in such severe cold weather, each one is lifeless and drooping, lying quietly like a corpse in the white snow.

The surrounding is very quiet, so quiet that you can hear the sound of snowflakes falling.He put the flowers in his hand in front of the grave and said nothing.

In fact, there are many, many things I want to ask.

Like, how are you over there?

For example, do you feel lonely lying here alone on a day like this?

For example, when you called and said you wanted to tell me something, what exactly did you want to say?

Like, is it cold in there, is it bright?happy?

Do you finally feel at peace now?Or, even though you have fallen asleep in the cold land, are you still crying in your heart?

The sound of snowflakes falling to the ground is just like flowers blooming.The bright red roses in front of the tomb were blooming wantonly, dying bit by bit in the cold air.

How will she react after receiving the flowers?

Will you blush?Will you be surprised?Will you look up at him with those water-blue eyes in surprise?Will you be too surprised to speak?Will you stammer and say "I, I, I, I have someone I like"?Will you yell "Wow wow" when you are hugged by him?Will you be obedient when he holds your wrist?

But she can't see it anymore.Never hear it again.

She is no longer here.

Heavy snow fell, erasing all traces.In a trance, it was like the cherry blossoms that bloomed wantonly that year.

Floating slowly, dancing quietly, ups and downs, those years have already slipped through the fingers.

When I came back here again, it was just when the cherry blossoms were just blooming.Stepping hastily on the crystal and beautiful petals, he forcefully opened the door of the art room, making a "bang" sound.The sakura-haired girl who was painting turned her head to look over, her water-blue eyes were pure and clear, and the expression on her face stained with paint was surprised, no different from her in memory.

He thought that this time, he could finally hug her tightly.Before she fell in love with someone else, before she fell into the maze that trapped her all her life, she could be protected in her arms.

This time, I won't make you cry again.

However, a few days later, the cherry-haired girl skipped a grade and transferred to the first-year group A of the advanced department. Her eyes were pure and her expression was calm and firm.

He watched her expression change, his slender fingers caressed the tear mole, and his thin lips curled into a smile.

What you once wanted to say is no longer important.

What my uncle wants to say is the most important thing.

——If it was my uncle, I would never let you cry.

No.30 Chapter Nine·END

The author has something to say: when I wrote this chapter, the BGM was the forest where you used to be, and I cried like a mess ORZ

And I said that I am my own mother, right?Female fuel injection is not a problem at all!Um!