[Net King+Ib] Reverse the destiny

"IB!"

this voice...

Ibrahimovic tightened her hand holding the schoolbag, she looked up, and there was a blond girl in front of her.

The girl with long blond curly hair, wearing the uniform of Baiyang Girls' School, smiled brightly, her eyes narrowed into slits.

This girl is...

"Mary...?"

Mary bounced up to Ibrahimovic Sato, grabbed Ibrahimovic's hand, and said to herself, "IB! I came here from Kanagawa to ask you for a ticket for the school festival! I'll ask for it tomorrow. Let's go to the school festival with you!"

"Huh? Sato-san...and Mary...?"

Mary turned her head and saw a tall, silver-haired boy looking in her and Ibrahimovic's direction with slightly wide-open eyes.

"Hey... what are you looking at, you..." Mary frowned, her face gloomy, "Also! How do you know my name?"

"I told him." Ibrahimovic tugged at the corner of Mary's shirt lightly, "He is my new friend at school."

"Friends?" Mary's expression didn't improve at all, "Friends are really..."

The words stopped abruptly.

An unknown premonition hit his heart, making Ibrahimovic extremely uncomfortable.

She bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment and said, "Mary, let's go home together, it's getting late."

"Huh? Together?" Mary narrowed her eyes with a smile, "Ib hasn't walked with me for a long time... Great Ib, I like Ib the most~ Let's go!"

"Ah? Sato-san..." Ho Chotaro raised his head and wanted to say something to Ibrahimovic, but saw Mary savagely pulling Ibrahimovic and walking outside.

Ibrahimovic Sato has no choice but to speed up his pace to keep up with Mary's pace.

Feng Changtaro looked at the backs of the two of them going away, and then spread the palm of his right hand in front of his eyes.

——Invitation coupons for Group C activities for 2 years.

"Sa...to..."

"Ib, all the girls in school are—well—boring—Ib you are better~Mary likes Ib the most~Ib also likes Mary the most, right~?"

"Yeah." Ibrahimovic nodded, perfunctory casually.

"Ib! Are you listening to me?" Mary noticed Ibrahimovic's absent-mindedness, stopped in her tracks, pursed her lips, and said dissatisfiedly.

"Yes...of course there is." Ibrahimovic said hastily, "How could I not listen to what Mary said?"

"Really?" Mary stared at Ibrahimovic suspiciously.Ibrahimovic accepted her strange sight with a dry smile.

After a while, Mary withdrew her gaze, rested her index finger on her chin, and said thoughtfully, "That... that boy just now... feels very bad."

"Huh? Feeling bad?" Ibrahimovic looked at Mary in surprise.

how could be?Feng is a good person...

There was a hint of coldness on Mary's lips: "Because..."

Because Ibrahimovic cares about him so much!

Eevee is hers!It's hers alone!

Don't try to grab something from her, no matter who it is...whether it's Garry, or that boy just now!

"Stop talking about him!" Mary suddenly changed the subject, "Ib, Mom is back!"

"Hey...?! Mom is back?!"

The matter of Feng Tiantian running to her home some time ago... ah!She will definitely be teased by her mother!

Hate, hate, hate!

"Ah? IB? Mary? You two are back!" Mama Sato stood up from the big comfortable sofa with a gentle smile.

"Hmm! Mom is finally back!" Mary immediately let go of IB's hand, rushed forward and threw herself into Sato's mother's arms.

Ibrahimovic lowered his eyelashes and remained silent for a while.

As long as Mary is around, Mom won't have time to talk to her.

Because Mary... has a strange attachment and attachment to her mother.

"Okay, Mary, you're such an adult, you can't be coquettish anymore." Sato's mother smiled, carefully pulled Mary away, and turned to look at Ibrahimovic, "IB, Mom wants to talk to you alone."

"Huh?" Eevee blinked, "Ah... yes, Mom."

She put down her schoolbag, glanced at Mary with puzzled eyes, and followed Miyuki Sato up to the study on the second floor.

Sato Miyuki watched Ibrahimovic enter the room, then closed the study door, and then locked it.

"IB, it seems like we haven't talked like this for a long time. Does IB feel that mom has ignored you?"

Ibrahimovic raised the corner of his mouth unnaturally: "Ah...no...Mom, you are busy with work...I can understand..."

"So - IB still thinks that I have ignored you." Sato Miyuki pointed out the facts, and the arc of Ibrahimovic's lips became straight.

Indeed...she thinks so...

Because of my mother, I became closer to Mary.

"IB." Sato Miyuki sighed slightly, "No matter what, I am your mother. No matter when and where, I love you with the mentality of loving my own daughter. Therefore, I can help you To do many difficult things. You are my daughter..."

"Mother……"

"I heard from the housekeeper." Sato Miyuki changed the subject with a smile, "Recently a boy often visits at home, ah, how does he describe that boy? Let me think about—"

"mom!"

"Handsome, tall, and very polite..." Miyuki Sato laughed, "IB, you have a good eye."

"...Mom, he is my friend." Ibrahimovic protested in a low voice, "You are overthinking. The reason I brought him here is to give him special training... He is a member of the tennis club, but his ball control The ability is very poor, so..."

"Ah... Is that so? It's really a pity." Miyuki Sato perfunctorily echoed a few words, but there was obvious disbelief in her expression.

Ibrahimovic shrugged his shoulders weakly.

So say...

Her premonition before going home was really accurate!

But...Feng's words...

Ibrahimovic turned his head and looked out of the window somewhere, with deep brown eyes.

"IB~IB~ What show are you going to perform tomorrow~?"

"Need not."

"IB~IB~ What are you going to do in class tomorrow~?"

"Need not."

"IB~IB~ Do you have an appointment with someone else tomorrow~?"

"Um...no."

"IB~IB~ Is there any place you particularly want to go tomorrow~?"

"Hmm...? Well, no."

"IB~IB~ Is there any stalls worth looking forward to tomorrow, programs... what?"

"...um...don't know."

……

After repeated conversations like this dozens of times, Ibrahimovic finally couldn't bear it, and looked up from the tennis club members' training menu: "Mary, I still have something to do...can I chat with you later?"

She is busy setting up the training menu for the selected members...

"Huh?" Mary pouted in extreme frustration, "Does IB think I'm annoying? IB, do you hate me? Is it because of that boy? I said bad things about him?"

Ibrahimovic sighed secretly, not knowing why she had such an idea.She tried to explain Mary: "...No, it's just that I'm really busy now. Mary, you think too much."

"It must be like this!" Mary completely ignored Ibrahimovic's words, and said, "IB must have a new good friend, so he doesn't like Mary anymore! Don't want Mary!"

"Mary..."

"You are all like this! As long as you grow up, you will abandon what you have before... I hate adults the most! I hate growing up!" Mary stomped her feet, turned around quickly, and ran out of the room.

"Miss? Miss Mary!"

"Miss Mary! What's wrong with you?!"

"Miss Mary!"

Hearing the commotion outside the door, Ibrahimovic rubbed his temples, finally put down his pen, and chased him out.

...Although, he still cared about Mary pulling Garry's petals.

But... at least it's my sister...

Atobe on the other side

Xiang Riyue looked around, and then asked, "Atobe, where is Sato Ibrahimovic?"

"What? Didn't Yue Ren always dislike her?" Yushi Ninzu chuckled and pushed his eyes.

His partner, the performance at this time is really interesting...

"..." Xiang Riyue pursed his lips, and said after a while, "At least she is also the manager, right?"

When discussing the performance program of the college festival, how can the manager of Yisha be left alone?

"Ah, don't worry about that woman who is not gorgeous." Keigo Atobe said arrogantly, successfully attracting everyone's attention, "That woman who is not gorgeous will definitely not want to participate in the discussion of this matter. Right, Birch?"

"Yes."

"But... Atobe-senpai..." Feng Chotaro called softly, and then his voice disappeared again.

...The friendship between him and Sato-san is not as good as Atobe-senpai's...

Sato-san's words... Atobe-senpai knows her better...so...

So my worries... are unnecessary.

Seriously speaking, for Sato-san... I... don't matter.

As he thought so, he smiled wryly.

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