[Black Basket] Never expected

There seems to be something wrong with the atmosphere.

Sato's scrutinizing eyes passed Ryota's back, and scratched his head timidly: "Since it's inconvenient, forget it. I'm very sorry!"

"Wait a moment!"

I snatched my phone from Ryota, went around the counter, walked in front of Sato, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back who was about to retreat: "Give me the number! I will definitely go to the party!"

……

Be quiet for a few seconds.

"Hey Dou, don't force it, if your boyfriend is unhappy..."

"Whether to go or not is my business, Sato-kun, the person you invite is me, not my boyfriend."

clap clap.

Lightning radiated from the eyes of me and Kise Ryota respectively. After two rounds of confrontation, he immediately disarmed and surrendered, drooping his ears and hiding aside to draw circles.

Sato boy was still very discerning, seeing the situation was not good, he repeatedly declined: "Don't, return, still don't want it."

Actually... If you communicate with me in a normal way, it doesn't matter if you don't go to such an irrelevant party, but Ryota's sudden attack this time really makes me feel a little embarrassed.Machismo or something, it is too much to achieve this level.

"Satou-kun, don't decline. I already felt very embarrassed to quit the company before. I am very sorry for letting you see this scene again this time. So in order to express my apology, please let me be there."

What I said was sincere, but due to intentional rivalry, my tone probably sounded a bit vicious, and Sato's face turned dark.

In the end, I got Sato-kun's number through coercion.

I took back the phone in satisfaction, turned my head to him with a smile like a flower, and said, "Please be sure to contact me then."

"Yes, yes!" A bead of sweat slid down his forehead, Sato turned around and bowed respectfully to Kise Ryota next to him, I seemed to hear him whisper "I'm very sorry" and then walked away run.

Kise Ryota turned his head with a rather disdainful expression.

My intuition told me that he should be targeting me.

I deliberately pretended not to care and went to the lounge to change clothes. It took no more than 10 minutes before and after. I was already mentally prepared that he would turn around and leave.But what is gratifying is that, although he still has a stinky face, he sat at the position closest to the counter and waited for me; when he saw me coming out, he immediately got up, put his hands in his pockets and strode out of the store.

The atmosphere of the imminent start of the Cold War.

It was originally a huge heat source and he was still wearing black clothes, which has a strong heat absorption effect in the sun. Although the time of the most intense sunshine has passed, I still sweat non-stop when walking beside him.

Following his rhythm was a bit difficult for me, who has a height difference of more than 20 centimeters, and the suffocation in my stomach and the flatulence of Coke made the discomfort even higher. I simply slowed down and walked leisurely on the five meters open the back.

Occasionally, he would scan backwards with his peripheral vision, and when he found that the distance exceeded the safe range, he would slow down and wait for me to follow.

The setting sun that was about to fall below the horizon stretched the shadows of the two people very long, and the shadow of Ryota in front fell on my feet unbiasedly. I took two childish steps forward and stepped hard towards the "model's face".

Eh, not good.

He just turned around and saw it.

What is that, a disgusted expression!

He stamped his foot on the ground harder.

--laugh?laugh at me?

"Yangcai, you are so childish."

Well, didn't it mean that the IQ of women in love will drop, all of this is the fault of love.

I didn't rush to refute, but held my head up in a posture of "what can you do to me".

He stopped, took two steps back until he was next to me, and carefully touched my arm with his arm: "Are you really going?"

"I want to go, I promised them."

"Can't you not go?"

"This is just the most common club gathering, it's like... like the gathering between you and Xiao Heizi, I didn't let you go. Besides, I don't want to let you go to the more outrageous gatherings of adults. Nothing stopped you from participating."

I thought the reasons given were very reasonable.

However, Ryota retorted disapprovingly: "It's not the same at all. Everyone in the basketball club is male except Xiaotao, and your so-called club has no other female members except you."

Uh.

This problem... seems to be true.

Speaking of which, why did I want to join this kind of club where I knew it was a gathering of otaku boys?It must be because the tragedy of my high school dance club being photographed and uploaded on the Internet cast a huge shadow on me, so I want to join a club that will never be noticed and perform club activities indoors safely.

Instead, it seemed to cause even more trouble.

I coughed twice, "What about the socializing with beautiful models? They are all sexy and mature older sisters. They are very attractive to you who have an older tendency in your orientation."

"That's an arrangement from the office, it's hard to refuse." He couldn't laugh or cry, "Besides, what's the matter with the tendency to be older in the orientation, who would have such a weird tendency."

Kara.

Something is broken.

I was falling into a deep depression, but his tone suddenly changed from the depression before, and he seemed to be cheerful as if he had realized something: "Could it be that Yangcai still cares about my affairs?"

As soon as I heard this question full of doubts in the tone, a small flame sprang up: "How could you not care! While you have many demands on your girlfriend, you give me a little self-consciousness as a boyfriend. "

"How can I—"

He was about to defend his "boyfriend's self-consciousness" excitedly, but was interrupted in the middle of the sentence.

"Excuse me..." It was a girlish voice, and she cast her eyes in the direction of the voice. It was two girls dressed like high school students. When Ryota turned her head, one of them was still covering her mouth and trying to suppress the scream. With a cry, he pulled his companion's sleeve vigorously, and his tone was a little exaggerated: "It's Kise-kun! It's Kise-kun, right!"

I haven't experienced this kind of occasion for a long time, but now that we reunite after a long absence, the memories of the past become extremely clear in an instant.

"Hey, I'm Ryota Kise."

"Can you sign for us?" Asked in this way, an impatient girl had already started to look for pens and notebooks in her schoolbag.

I moved two steps to the side;

The open-air flower stand outside the coffee shop is black and white, bright and simple; the cold air seeping from the open door blows over my skin, which is a very comfortable and refreshing feeling.

The speed of completing the two signatures was very fast. When Ryota handed the notebook back to the girls, one of them suddenly pulled him and asked, "Kise-kun, is that girl over there your girlfriend?"

……

He smiled at them apologetically: "No, it's just the sister of the neighbor's family. They grew up together."

The girl patted her chest in relief, and said to the people next to her, "Look, I'll just say no."

"Then, Kise-kun, please do your best!"

"We will always support you!"

They made a "FIGHTING" action, and then ran away quickly with flushed faces.

The neighbor's... sister?

Well, this is also very normal. Originally, the work related to the entertainment industry is to completely eliminate the news of who to associate with; even if there are some differences between models and real idols, there are probably differences in these rules. Surprisingly similar.

Well, nothing to be mad about.

Although I thought so in my heart, my actions seemed to be out of rational control, and my steps moved faster and faster.

I raised my hand and called a taxi, and the expensive price has long been left behind by me.

Ryota at the back waited until the two female high school students disappeared across the road before catching up in a hurry, and reported the address to the uncle driver, and I saw him stop by the side of the road through the car window — chasing after in the idol drama The scene of the car running did not appear, and I saw through the reflection of the front rearview mirror that the man's somewhat frozen back was a little lonely in the setting sun.

For some reason, there was an unknown anger in his chest before, but seeing Ryota Kise like this, the anger weakened a lot as the value on the taxi meter continued to increase.

It's all Xia Tian's fault, his temper uncontrollably swells up as quickly as the gas in a just-opened bottle of Coke.

When I heard the name "neighbor's older sister", I had the idea of ​​going home, but luckily I held back.In retrospect, this was the first time this had erupted to such an extent since we confirmed our relationship... It wasn't really a fight, it was just depression.Although I also try my best to be a considerate girlfriend, but no one will accept it lightly if they hear the person they are dating say that they are just "older sister".

Therefore, this time it is considered a draw.

Internet surveys show: Long-term temper tantrums or cold wars are the first factors that affect the development of relationships. Before going home and opening the door, I took two deep breaths and then exhaled slowly, throwing all unhappy memories outside .

A quarter of an hour later, I heard the sound of the key opening the door. Looking back, I saw Ryota standing at the entrance with lowered brows and eyes, like a giant dog that had made a mistake, carefully observing every move of the owner—all these years, I really appreciate this This situation is becoming more and more impossible.

I hugged my knees and curled up on the sofa, I waved to Ryota, and he obediently came over, as if he wasn't the one who was glaring at Sato-kun before.I handed over the large bag of potato chips that I opened up. It was the flavor he liked. He glanced at it but didn't reach out. Instead, he asked, "Are you still angry?"

"No."

"Aren't you angry?"

"I've never been angry at all." I said the words against my will without changing my face, "Arguing over such a trivial matter, could it be a middle school student?"

He obviously looked a little disbelieving. He squinted his eyes and looked me up and down a few times. After confirming that I was not deliberately speaking ironically, the tight corners of his mouth finally relaxed: "Relax! I thought I was going to be dumped this time." The model with a mournful face lowered her head and took my hand to grab the potato chips, "I'm sorry too, but it's the firm's requirement that I can't admit a romantic relationship in front of everyone, because I'm in a transition period or something, it's possible to do so It will affect popularity..." Cracking and chewing potato chips while crying.

"Even if you get dumped, it won't be because of this kind of thing." Shun Shun his hair: "You think too much."

"Eh? That's why you dumped me! Σ(っ°Д°;)っ"

I kneaded his face calmly, "Because some people treat my classmates very badly, which is unbearable." He seemed to have lost weight again, and his hand feeling was much worse than before.The meat is not particularly mellow.

Speaking of this, he seemed to be very reasonable and glared at me: "Hina, you are so defenseless, most of the otaku boys are very dangerous—"

I shook my head: "No matter what you say, I must go to the meeting of the pen turning club."

His world view collapsed: "Could it be..." He swallowed his saliva: "Is it really so attractive, those otaku boys."

"No way, if you didn't come to disrupt the situation, you don't have to go."

Less than an hour ago, I felt that my determination to go to the party had a lot of backbone, but now that I think about it...it must be very boring, that kind of topic is all about the party of girl idol groups and pens.

After calming down, my thoughts can only be summed up in three words: I don't want to go.

Kise Ryota obviously has his own persistence, puffing his cheeks angrily: "I don't worry at all. If I want to go, I will go with me too. (｀へ)"

"... Eh... Eh?!"

The momentary loss of consciousness at the beginning caused today's tragedy.

Nine people sat around the round table, and among them was a huge guy who occupied one and a half people's seats, and the altitude was obviously different; compared with him, those older members of the pen-spinning club looked abnormally weak.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, and the ice cubes under the sashimi on the table gave off wisps of white water vapor. The fish looked delicious, but no one was going to move their chopsticks.

The atmosphere couldn't be more eerie.

I looked to the left at Sato-kun who was half a wall away, and to the right at the model Ryota-kun who was pasted together, and a strong sense of guilt immediately arose.I bowed vigorously and said loudly: "I'm very sorry! Kise-kun temporarily canceled his work and had no place to go, so I had to bring him here. I'm really sorry that I didn't get everyone's consent in advance!"

Once again I lied against my conscience.

That guy's work wasn't canceled temporarily, but after learning the specific date of the party, he began to plan and cancel all the original plans for today - I heard that he was going to play basketball with his teammates from the Teiko era So, he had already made an appointment but broke the appointment, and was taught a terrible lesson by a guy named Akashi. After the call ended that day, he hid alone in the corner and shivered for a long time.

But even if I said that, the atmosphere didn't get any better.

Everyone huddled in their own little corners and tightly held the mobile phone in their hands, as if the girl on the screen could comfort them.Only Sato-kun, who looked relatively normal, forced a smile and said, "No, it doesn't matter, it's more lively when there are many people...ah..."

What he said was seriously inconsistent with the facts, and his guilty voice trembled.

I said that I, who had already retired from the club, was invited to attend to make the scene lively, but in the end it made the situation even worse.In the end, how did Sato-kun and I try to warm up the scene, even if we used our trump card to let the model Ryota go to the striptease, it failed to make the atmosphere a little more harmonious. Instead, everyone showed terrified expressions. The other timidly covered his chest with his hands and shrank towards the corner.

The performance even attracted the owner of the restaurant. He justly ordered the nine of us to be packed up and thrown out if it didn't stop, on the grounds that "you have scared the other guests".The model gentleman expressed that he was very hurt.

All in all, the word "miserable" is simply not enough to describe this party.

I thought this was just the end of the nightmare, and I had already paid the price for my impulsiveness, but I didn't expect that when I got home by tram, the moment I entered the door, my phone suddenly vibrated.

It's a text message from Sato.

——Today's gathering was very pleasant, and I hope to have the opportunity to meet again in the future.

Ha ha.

This is really a kind of polite remark. I don't know if Sato-kun had angina when he wrote this newsletter.I conveniently put the phone on the shoe cabinet at the door, Ryota who came in behind me just put away the key, the phone vibrated again.

Our gaze is focused on the screen at the same time.

The first half of the message was displayed on the message preview interface: Yangcai, do you want to join next week's Chinese knowledge competition for college students——

Ryota looked at the phone, then at me, and said silently: "I really want to introduce Akashi to him as a friend..." At that moment, a murderous intent flashed in his usually gentle eyes.