[Net King] Love Handbook

Glasses, continue to search for memories in the brain.

The shape of the decoration, the color, the volume, the place where it is placed...all have the same meaning.

This shows that the owner of this luxury car must be very elegant and feel that he is an emperor among emperors.

Hey, where did you hear this?

The king of kings?The king of kings? !

I'll go, this is Keigo Atobe's car! !

Hua Lingxia gasped, and tremblingly withdrew her foot that was just about to step out of the school gate.

This... this... this... this shows that Keigo Atobe is at the school gate now! !

Mama, she has to die here today...

She was wrong, she was really wrong, she should never have called Her Lady Queen to teach her a lesson, and even hung up his phone without permission.

Although he was the one who 'snitched' with her parents first.

But even so, she still annoyed Her Lady Queen... My life is lost, my life is lost...

"Isn't it just a luxury car, as for scaring you like this?" Long Ma looked puzzled at Hua Lingxia who was holding a pillar in front of him and almost collapsed to the ground.

This is about to have a heart attack...

Is this luxury car so magical?It can also scare people to death.

"This is Jingwu's car." The girl murmured, "The one parked at the school gate is Jingwu's luxury car."

"..."

This luxury car is really powerful.

He didn't expect that King Monkey Mountain really came to Qingxue.

This is not good. After they met and confronted each other, the monkey mountain king clarified the snitching. Then, she would know that he did it.

Because besides King Monkey Mountain, he is the only one who knows her parents' phone numbers.

No, they cannot meet.

Long Ma picked up the girl's wrist and said casually, "I remember our school has a back door."

"Eh?!"

Hua Lingxia, who was held by Ryoma's wrist inexplicably, was confused, "So."

"Let's go through the back door."

"What?! No, Ryoma-kun, if you're afraid, I'm the one who is afraid. What are you afraid of?!"

The girl who was run fast by Longma's wrist was even more at a loss. What's the situation? This is it. If she panics, she should panic. Isn't this young man fearless, is he still afraid of Jingwu? !

No, there is no mention in the anime that Ryoma is afraid of Keigo? !

There is no such plot? !Could it be that her presence caused a butterfly effect, so the world began to change? !

"Mr. Longma, run slowly, don't run so fast, I can't keep up..."

Hua Lingxia shouted out of breath, the little Zhuzhu's hand was holding her wrist too tightly, she felt like her right hand was going to be broken.

She moved her right hand uncomfortably, intending to use some force to break free, but to her surprise, she really broke free.

With her right hand slightly more comfortable, she took a breath, and was thankful that she had broken free from the restraints, but then, a broad and powerful hand grasped her right hand.

The sudden temperature in the palm caught Hua Lingxia by surprise, she lowered her head and looked at her right hand in a daze.

This is she holding hands with the little prince? !

Before she could confirm, he had already let go.

"Here we are." Long Mala lowered the brim of his hat, and lowered his head uncomfortably, with the tips of his ears glowing red.

He just, it seemed, took her hand.

Soft, warm hands.

It's just that she suddenly broke free, a little annoyed, and pulled it out involuntarily.

What happened to him, how could he do such a thing.

"Thank you, Mr. Longma." Hua Lingxia, who hadn't recovered from her senses, thanked him blankly.

You actually held hands with him? !

The little prince actually held her hand? !

hold her hand? !

holding hands? !

On the other side, Ryoma tidied up the tennis bag on his shoulders, looked at Hua Lingxia who was stunned, rubbed his nose, and turned around awkwardly, "I'm going first."

"Just now, I'm sorry."

"...Eh, sorry?!" Hua Lingxia frowned, "What are you referring to?!"

But the boy didn't answer her, but walked further and further away.

Hua Lingxia was left standing alone at the back door of Qingxue.

Stretching out his right hand to look, the palm still retains the warmth of his palm.

She will never wash this hand when she goes back.

This is the first time Tsundere Cat holds her hand.

You can't be picky eaters

Ten p.m.

Ryoma's work and rest time is very standard, as soon as ten o'clock arrives, he will go to bed and prepare for sleep.

But tonight he couldn't fall asleep anyway.

Anxiously, he picked up his right hand, covered his eyes, immersed them in the darkness, and then exhaled slowly.

He kept replaying everything that happened after school in his mind, those things that were not like the usual things he would do impulsively.

He admitted that he might treat her a little differently, maybe because his old man always brainwashed him into the idea that the two of them are a good match, or maybe it was because her father asked him to take good care of the girl. Treat her differently than everyone else.

But he didn't really understand his feelings for her, maybe it was stuck in the friendship between friends, or maybe it was like what Senior Fuji said.

He was not good at getting along with girls, and he was always lacking in emotions. Facing these actions that didn't look like his own, he didn't know where he was going to classify her.

The thoughts in his head were like knotted yarn, no matter how he pulled and untied them, he couldn't untie them.

Oh, forget it, don't want to.

This is more difficult than learning ancient Chinese.

Shaking my head, I tried my best to get rid of these things and the pictures that played in my mind like a movie, but I couldn't forget them.

After a long time, he really didn't feel sleepy at all, so he got up from the bed, turned on the TV, put on blue light glasses, and quietly played video games in the room for nearly a night.

Then the next day, honorably -- late.

With big dark circles under his eyes, he stood at the door of the class and shouted a report, while yawning, he was dazedly listening to the great principles of the Chinese studies teacher on the podium.

The teacher of Chinese studies spoke dryly, and saw that the kid in front of him seemed to have listened to it. He stood by the door and nodded while listening. Most of his anger was relieved, and then he was very happy to let him into the class.

But if he had sharper eyes, he would actually be able to see that Ryoma was standing still and dozing off, that's why he kept nodding.

noon.

Maybe it was because yesterday's incident was too embarrassing, so Ryoma didn't look back despite the back desk poking him and calling him, even kicking his chair lightly in class this morning.

This annoyed the girl.

"Hey, what do you mean, why are you ignoring me?"

Hua Lingxia got up and walked to Ryoma's seat, her beautiful eyes were full of anger.

But the latter just glanced at him indifferently, then turned his head and looked out the window, without rewarding her with a single punctuation mark.

"..."

If you can't be hard, she will come to be soft, and ignore people all morning, what is this kid so angry about?

I didn't make him angry, so why did I just ignore her and ignore her, when I took the initiative to hold her hand yesterday.

So she returned to her seat, took out her bento from the drawer of her desk, opened it, and put it on Ryoma's desk.

The bento contains a small chawanmushi, dotted with some green onion, which makes people feel appetizing, and some beautiful and delicious cauliflower and stewed potatoes, as well as decorations Great looking fried sausage.

Served with white rice sprinkled with sesame seeds, it really whets the appetite.

The aroma traveled through the air and reached Longma's nose.

Ryoma sniffed it vigorously, then turned around suddenly, it was the smell of tea bowl soup.

Staring at the delicious bento on the table, as well as his favorite tea bowl soup, Ryoma swallowed subconsciously.

Hua Lingxia was very satisfied with Xiao Zhuzi's reaction.

Well, that's the way it should be. It's not in vain that she got up early and worked so hard to ask her mother for advice to make a lunch box for a long time.

"How about it, do you want to eat?"

Hua Lingxia propped one hand on Ryoma's table, pretending to be casual and said.

"This tea bowl soup is the best I've ever made. I think someone will like it very much."

Ryoma looked at the delicious bento in front of him, and thought that because his mother and Nanako hadn't come back from a trip, the bento was made by his old man with rice and pickles. The bright contrast made him nod subconsciously.

"think."

"Then let's go, let's eat on the roof of the teaching building."

Hua Lingxia picked up her bento, repacked it, and signaled Ryoma to go up with her.

Seeing this, Ryoma picked up his bento and went to the rooftop with the girl.

The wind on the roof is not strong, but it makes people feel very comfortable.

Although Hua Lingxia is careless and informal, she likes to be quiet, so she likes to take a bento to the rooftop to eat during lunch break.

Quiet and spacious, without any noisy sound, it can make people relax physically and mentally.

After sitting down beside Ryoma, she opened the bento box again and gave him the chawanmushi directly.

This tea bowl soup was originally prepared for him.

Longma thanked, and did not drop the spoon to eat immediately, but picked out the chopped green onion on the surface first, then dug it up contentedly, and took a bite.

"Mr. Longma, you can't be picky eaters."

Hua Lingxia saw that the lovely Xiao Cong Hua was ruthlessly discarded by him, and couldn't help but open her mouth to avenge Xiao Cong Hua.

"Chopped green onions are not tasty."

The young man curled his lips arrogantly, and continued to bury his head in eating the tea bowl soup.

"Even if it's not delicious, but I worked so hard to make it, and the shallots