Peach Blossom Debt

—She is not good at anything related to sports—it’s just that compared with ball games and track and field sports, archery is already considered a less sweaty sport.And her luck has always been very good. As long as she is strong enough to shoot the arrow, even if she shoots blindfolded, her intuition and luck will make the chance of winning the bid [-]%.

Since you have done it, you must do your best.

The so-called no sound is already, a blockbuster.

"Do you like military books very much?" Watanabe Yumi asked curiously, "These things are all from military books."

"..." Bei Guran paused, and replied half-perfunctorily, "Amateur interest."

"What about archery?" Watanabe Umi's eyes flickered darkly, "Are you also interested? This is the first time I know Bei Guran that you know how to arch."

"..." Bei Guran turned a corner, then stopped, looking at Yumi Watanabe.

Arimi Watanabe smiled, with his hands in his pockets, looking extremely lazy.

"Do you know the difference between a genius and an ordinary person?" Bei Guran asked with lowered eyes.

"..." Watanabe Yumi was slightly taken aback, and smiled, "I would like to listen to advice."

"Ordinary people can get all the intelligence data, as long as they have the heart to check, and the data of geniuses will not be easily grasped." Bei Guran glanced not far away, and there seemed to be something circulating in his eyes, something hidden.

Then she walked forward again.

That sentence was just a sweet one - to cover up the fact that she is not Bei Guran but Bei Guran.

In ancient times, there were six arts, ritual, music, shooting and imperial calligraphy.

This was a compulsory course for her in junior high school before she came here. It was not an interest, nor was it an after-school club activity.

You know, she has always been a good student, so naturally she will not fail these required courses.

Speaking of her extracurricular interests...

The corners of Bei Guran's lips curved slightly.

"What's the next game?" Watanabe asked as he looked at Bei Guran walking towards the club room, separated from her on both sides.

"Table tennis." Bei Guran's tone was light.

She walked straight towards the club room of the billiard club.

The president of the billiard club is a boy. Of course, if the support team finds her, even if it is a girl who finds her, she can still accept the challenge from the strongest member of the girl's club.

She also only accepts challenges from the strongest—in other words, she challenges the strongest.

Bei Guran stood at the door of the billiard club's club room. Before she reached out to open the door, someone had already opened the door. It was a girl—or, it happened to be the girl who found her.

In fact, the girls from the support groups of the seven clubs she wanted to challenge had all found her by "accidental", "coincidence", and "good luck" two hours later.

Now she is just completing the challenges one by one in order, ending her busy day of campus life.

Bei Guran tilted his head, "Are you ready?"

She already wants to go home for dinner, you must know that hunger is her number one enemy in life, if she misses the meal time, she will lose interest in eating, so she can only wait for the supper time - Bei Guran likes to act according to the precise timetable .

The girl looked at her warily, like a small animal.

Bei Guran raised his eyebrows, and walked straight to the club room, and saw faces with scrutiny, curiosity, and surprise in their eyes—presumably they had already obtained the results of her competition in the archery club .

"Let's start quickly, I'm in a hurry." Bei Guran showed the same smile as when he was in the archery club dojo.

"Sun Tzu's Art of War and Military Struggle" said: It is as fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, invades and loots like fire, immovable as a mountain, difficult to know as cloud, and moves like thunder.

Ten minutes later, Bei Guran came out of the club room of the billiard club.

Victory is self-evident.

Billiards is the ball game among her only favorite sports.

Movement around a small table without breaking a sweat - what a delight it is - especially with precise calculation and intuitive use, eight balls in one shot.

Bei Guran supports all proposals to include billiards as the first choice of physical education electives.

She glanced at the door of the Calligraphy Club's club room, and saw many people gathered around after hearing the words.

But to everyone's surprise, Bei Guran left here and walked straight in the opposite direction.

Of course, unlike various ball games and sports, calligraphy, art, and tea ceremony—these are biased towards self-cultivation. It is difficult to determine the winner without the difference between a master and an ordinary person.

As for why she chose these - of course it was because she only knew these things.

Letting her play volleyball, tennis, basketball would be worse than letting her run a marathon - anyway, the result is the same, horrible.

But at least she can persist in something like a marathon—after all, she is a good student who has participated in military training.

She fled slowly while thinking, not noticing the eyes and thoughtful expression of the purple-gray-haired boy who came out of the corner not far from the calligraphy club and stayed on her back.

"I didn't expect there to be such a person in Hyodi." Yushi Ninzu, who was also standing at the corner, said to Keigo Atobe beside him with a smile on his lips.

"I didn't expect that." Keigo Atobe's gaze was still on Bei Guran, and he smiled suddenly, as if it could move the sun, moon and stars, "I really didn't expect it."

Having an IQ does not necessarily mean having a talent, and having a talent does not necessarily mean showing it.

Atobe Keigo strode towards Bei Gu Ran's departure direction, a brilliance appeared in his dark blue eyes, which made Ninzu Yushi stunned.

"This direction—is the equestrian club?" Yushi Ninzu had a look of confusion in his eyes, and he glanced at Keigo Atobe, and his confusion turned into surprise.

Atobe Keigo's eyes seemed to have an undercurrent of turbulence, and his complexion didn't seem to be pretty.

Sure enough, when they arrived at the racecourse, they saw the students watching and Bei Guran who was picking a horse.

Shinobu Yushi was looking at Bei Guran's extremely handsome and neat appearance with his ponytail tied up, but he saw Keigo Atobe's face was slightly gloomy, and he walked quickly to the racecourse.

"Atobe?" Yushi Ninzu followed.

When Keigo Atobe was about to walk in front of Bei Guran, a girl stopped Bei Guran, which surprised her slightly.

"President, I don't agree with the equestrian challenge!" The girl said seriously to the president of the equestrian club, a boy.

The onlookers were a little restless, but Keigo Atobe stopped in his tracks.

"I don't agree either, President." Another girl also came out.

Immediately afterwards, a boy also expressed his objection, "President, Bei Guran has a heart condition and is not suitable for strenuous exercise. Equestrianism is too stimulating for her."

Bei Guran blinked and seemed to be stunned.

"How do you know?" the equestrian club president asked.

"..." The three were silent for a moment.

The girl who stood up first, pursed her lips, and explained in a low voice: "We are her classmates. Bei Guran has already obtained a certificate in physical education class. She has congenital heart disease and is not suitable for participating in strenuous sports."

"Plus the fact that the president is a boy, such a challenge is not fair." Another girl also whispered.

"..." Everyone was silent.

"Although the support group's challenge was proposed by us, and we insist on this challenge, let's forget about the equestrian event." The first girl insisted.

"Change to another project." The boy who stood up said to Bei Guran.

"..." Bei Guran tilted his head, and looked around the crowd, "Do you all agree?"

The crowd was silent again, followed by scattered voices of approval.

Bei Guran looked at the girl who was the first to stand up, "What club are you in, except equestrianism."

The girl hesitated for a while before saying, "Shogi club."

"Let's play shogi then." Bei Guran made a final decision.

As soon as she finished speaking, she walked straight to the outside of the racecourse, and happened to see Keigo Atobe standing outside the crowd with arms folded.

Bei Guran raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything, passing by Atobe Jingwu.

"This woman... is really..." Keigo Atobe turned his head away and said something softly, but there was a slight smile on his lips.

"Atobe." Shinobu Yushi walked forward slowly.

"Ah?" Keigo Atobe responded.

"How does it feel to be a beautiful woman?" Yushi Ninzu teased.

Atobe Keigo glanced at Yushi Ninzu nonchalantly, "Do you think the amount of exercise is too little, I don't mind asking the supervisor to increase the amount of training for you."

"You're venting your anger, Atobe." Yushi Ninzu shook his head, "So, you know she has a heart attack?"

"You found out her student file, Shinobu." Keigo Atobe said.

Ninja Yuuji smiled.

He just asked knowingly.

But the point is not the student files, but you remember that a girl had a heart attack, Atobe.

Ninazu Yuuji looked at Keigo Atobe's expression for a long time, and then slowly said as if he had discovered something extremely interesting: "You have already determined that she will become the vice president of your student union. Ice Emperor's students acknowledge and accept her—you're laying a springboard for her."

Hearing this, Atobe Keigo just raised the corners of his lips, silently glanced at Ninzu Yuuji, and did not answer.

Shinobu Yushi helped Yuanyuan's flat mirror, and raised a small smile, "In addition to shogi, I heard that Bei Guran also accepted the challenge from the Go Club. I really want to try her talent myself."

"Don't come back crying." Keigo Atobe said with a deep smile in his voice.

"Hey, Atobe, are you so unconfident in my chess skills?" Yushi Shinozu said.

"I have confidence in the person who can serve as my vice president." Keigo Atobe smiled.

He looked at Bei Guran's back with extremely deep eyes.

☆、Survival Handbook for Junior High School Students·B Chapter [-]

Those who are good at books have the most affection and nature.

Bei Guran holds the pen to moisten the ink, and writes with his wrist hanging, flowing clouds and flowing water, penetrating the back of the paper.

Four-centimeter characters hang from the elbow, and eight-centimeter characters hang from the wrist. The stippling is drawn into the paper with exposed fronts, simple and round folds, both large and small, easy to retract, decent density, and a blend of shades—this is cursive.

Know yourself and know your enemy.

The writing is sharp and full, full of power and momentum, and the writing is powerful and graceful. Although it is not the work of an expert, and it is far from everyone's style, it is by no means an easy book.

Bei Guran put down his pen, and glanced at the other table. His calligraphy was like a snake, with golden hooks and iron strokes, flowing and dripping, very majestic.

She tilted her head and silently applauded the boy who wrote in her heart.

Look at the characters, know the person - the president of the calligraphy club must be a decisive and forthright person.

The Ice Emperor really is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

However, the boy put down his pen and bowed to Gu Ran Bei, and said frankly, "I'm willing to bow down."

"Concession." Bei Guran's expression remained the same, he stretched out his hand as if he wanted to give a bow - turned into a bow awkwardly.

In fact, it is probably difficult to judge which word is better, unless there is an expert here to comment.It can only be said that Bei Guran's cursive looks more pleasing to the eye and smoother.

It is natural to be fluent, rituals and music are the key to calligraphy, and calligraphy is her junior high school course.

In addition, she has written Chinese characters since she was a child. Although she has learned Japanese, her mother tongue is still Chinese.She has written Chinese characters for 15 years, and has held a brush for more than ten years. If the Chinese calligraphy she writes is not as good as that of a Japanese, she will really be ashamed.

At the same age of 15, no matter how early these Japanese teenagers learn calligraphy, they will not be more familiar with calligraphy than her, who has been playing with brushes and ink since childhood.

The number of exercises, the number of repetitions—it can also make geniuses.

If she loses, she will have no face to face Jiangdong's elders.

Plus--

"Snapped--"

The oblate black and white pieces landed on the wooden chessboard with criss-cross lines, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

The people around watched silently.

"4, stop." Bei Guran spread the rice paper on the table, his tone indifferent.

"Pa—" Following Bei Guran's voice, a chess piece landed on the chessboard crisply.

"Two four, tiger." A boy said.

"10 four, tear it down." Bei Guran didn't even look up, and moistened the ink with a pen, the ink was splashed on the rice paper, and in one swoop, a peach blossom appeared on the paper.She looked at the peach blossoms under the pen with her head tilted for a long time, then suddenly dropped the pen, grabbed the rice paper, crumpled it up in front of everyone, and threw it into the wastebasket beside her.

She smiled at the girl who was also drawing, and said in a cold tone, "Sorry, I don't have the talent for drawing, so you win this game."

And the girl who did the painting—the president of the art club also smiled, gentle and generous, full of demeanor. Indecent. The original intention of our art club is not to decide the outcome with Bei students, but the peace that Bei students show in painting is the most important quality, this round, Bei students can not be regarded as losers."

Bei Guran raised his eyebrows, but did not reply.

The president of the art club stepped forward and bent down, reached out and took out the painting that Bei Guran threw into the wastebasket, opened it and flattened it, "But every work should not be treated like this, classmate Bei."

Bei Guran looked at the president of the art club curiously, and finally saluted, saying, "Teach me."

Several members of the art club surrounded him.

"This peach blossom painting is not bad." Someone muttered softly.

"One-year-olds, you need to exercise your eyesight. Look here, here, and here," another boy explained to the man. "It's too scribbled, and the strokes are too blunt. It's not handled well. It can be seen that you don't paint often."

"In terms of brushwork technique and painting expression, it can only be regarded as a general work."

"Although it can't withstand careful appreciation, it looks good from a distance." Another person commented.

Bei Guran shrugged and ignored the group of art club members.Of course, those comments won’t affect her, after all, she doesn’t like drawing, whether it’s oil painting, Chinese painting, watercolor painting or pencil drawing—she’s not interested—if it wasn’t included in her curriculum, she would probably only draw kindergarten The sticky graffiti, and it's the kind of ugly drawing that can't make out the circle.

In a word, she is just an excellent student, not a perfect student.

Thanks to the three years of junior high school life, I can reach the level where I can meet people.

Every calligraphy and painting class is excellent in calligraphy, and it is really pitiful that I can only get good in painting and so on.

Bei Guran sighed secretly, and sat down opposite the president of the Go club, "Waiting for a long time."

"No, student Bei is very good at chess." The president of the Go club is a gentle boy, wearing glasses, gentle and elegant. "This is the first time I have seen a middle school student play blindfolded chess, and he can also play shogi and calligraphy at the same time."

Bei Guran stretched out his left hand and put the white pieces on the chessboard, "Praise." Her expression seemed to accept this kind of praise calmly, "This is one of the few hobbies I have." Move the shogi pieces Guima to form a coordinated combat force with the horns.

The president of the shogi club is also a boy, quite tall, and he looks at Bei Guran sharply.

On the left is Go, and on the right is Shogi.

Those who are good at chess plan wisely.

Yes, she likes to play chess.

It's different from drawing things that don't interest her, whether it's go, chess, chess, shogi, or military chess-this is the only thing that will continue to play even if you are not sure of winning.Just as some people like musical instruments, some people like painting, some people like flower arrangement, she likes playing chess as much as she likes reading.

Calculate the next move, calculate the opponent's next move, and form a hypothetical chess move in your mind.

All of these fascinated her.

If Bei Guran felt that there was any residual desire to win in himself, it was playing chess, wanting to talk with hands, wanting to play chess, wanting to confront masters, and wanting to win against the person sitting across the chessboard.

Hundred battles and thousands of rounds to control the enemy's oddities, implement strategies, hide secrets, and play in the middle of the game.

It was something that pleased her physically and mentally.

The president of the Go club grabbed Heizi, and finally let go of his hand, and said with a soft smile, "I lost."

The middle game conceded defeat.

The corner of Bei Guran's mouth twitched slightly, but he just tilted his head and kept his gaze on the shogi.

Japanese shogi is a very interesting board game, which can reflect the political system of the Japanese country. In it, the chess pieces can be upgraded. Even a small infantry can become a dazzling golden general as long as they work hard. Ordinary people also have a direct reflection of the notion that it is possible to become princes and generals.

And the way to win is: capture and score, and then, capture the king general—checkmate.

"Accept." Bei Guran stood up leisurely.

The seven challenges have been completed, and she can go home—Bei Guran rubbed her stomach and glanced at her watch again—it seems that it is too late to go back to have dinner today, so she can find a store to solve it.

"Wait." A voice stopped her.

A very familiar voice - the articulation is slightly different from the ordinary Japanese syllables, the voice is like the melody in the night wind, soft and charming with deep magnetism.

Bei Guran frowned, as if he was not very happy, but he still stopped.

The dark blue-haired boy stood by the chessboard and looked at her with a slight smile.

"Student Renzu, do you have any advice?" Bei Guran's tone was slightly indifferent.

It's all in the tone of - if you have nothing to do, don't bother her to go to dinner.

Despite this, Ninzu Yushi did not appear embarrassed, his face was as usual, and the deep eyes behind the round plain glasses were staring at Bei Guran, with a faint smile in his voice, "Do you mind playing a game with me, classmate Bei? "

"Never mind." Bei Guran said.

"..." Yushi Ninzu was taken aback.

"..." Everyone was also taken aback.

It's not a question of going back crying after losing, it's a matter of choking people so much that they couldn't laugh or cry from the very beginning.

"Pfft..." Someone laughed out loud.

Bei Guran turned his head and looked at the person who laughed out of shame.There were not many people around the calligraphy club club room, because there was enough space for multiple challenges at the same time, so she could easily find the dark red short-haired boy in the crowd—Xiang Riyueren.

"Someone just rejected Yushi so directly." Xiang Riyue stood behind the crowd, looked at Ninzu Yushi with raised eyebrows, covered his mouth and smiled happily, "Hey, I'm not mistaken, she's a girl. I didn't expect to be casual You can still see such a good show by joining in the fun."

Shinobu Yushi adjusted his glasses, and didn't really care about Xiang Riyue's teasing, "Ah, it's really merciless." He still looked at Bei Guran, his tone unchanged, "I'm a little curious."

Bei Guran's eyes swept over Xiang Riyue, and over the crowd, he caught a glimpse of the short purple-gray hair who was some distance away from the crowd.

"Hmm..." She turned her gaze back to Yuji Ninzu,

"Play another game of chess as a substitute for the no-win game in the art club..." Yushi Ninzu said with a smile.

"You belong to the tennis club." Bei Guran interrupted Ninzu Yushi with a flat tone.

"But I'm also very interested in chess." Yushi Ninzu said.

"..." Bei Guran picked up his backpack, his expression so indifferent that no emotion could be seen.

Shinobu Yushi clicked some chess pieces, his eyes were deep, and he smiled half-smile, "How?"

"I heard that you are a genius strategist of the Ice Emperor Tennis Club." Bei Guran asked a question that seemed completely irrelevant.

Ninja Yuuji was slightly taken aback.

The corners of Bei Guran's lips raised a very shallow arc, and his brownish pupils shone slightly, which made people stunned, "Chess board games are a must-learn course for a military strategist. Then, the genius military strategist of the Ice Emperor, you can let me Enjoy an interesting game."

"This," Yushi Ninzu laughed, "it depends on your criteria."

Bei Guran walked back very quickly, threw the backpack on the ground, pulled out the chair and sat down, "One game, shogi or go." Even so, she had already brought the go pieces in front of her.

"Hey, you don't have the right to choose." Yushi Ninzu reached out and moved the Go board over.

"If you have an opinion, you don't have to let it go." Bei Guran didn't intend to save face for Ninzu Yushi at all.

So, what Atobe said just now when he came back crying could not be referring to Bei Guran's situation that made him run into trouble...

Yuuji Shinobu sighed inwardly.

Guess first - Bei Guran holds black first.

Go, one of the most complex board games in the world, is also one of the most complex.

There are 360 ​​points of intersection on the Go board, and there are only two kinds of chess pieces, black and white, but it builds a world with infinite possibilities and changes in that square inch, and walks out of unimaginable changes in the situation.

This is an extremely mental game of chess.

"Pa—" Bei Guran's first piece landed on the chessboard.

"Tianyuan!" The people from the Go club first exclaimed softly.

Someone gasped.

Tianyuan, the middle position of the Go board.

Generally, it is rare to place the first move in this position. Go pays attention to "the center of the grass with golden horns and silver borders".Go is like a military strategist fighting for land. It is easier to encircle the corner than the center, and it is easier to strangle.And those who dare to start the game in Tianyuan are either extremely proficient in Go or they don't know the so-called idiot.

There was a look of interest in Ninja Yuuji's eyes.

Oh, what an arrogant start to war.

Sure enough, you are as arrogant as the rumors say, Bei Guran.

"Pa—" Yushi Ninzu's chess pieces also fell down.

Let him try for himself how strong this candidate for the vice president of the student union, who was favored by Keigo Atobe, is, and what is worthy of attention.

The pair of dark blue eyes under the round flat glasses are as deep as a cold pool, and you can't see to the bottom no matter what.

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

There are only continuous breathing sounds and the crisp sound of chess pieces hitting the chessboard.

Gradually someone seemed to be holding their breath.

Atobe Keigo stood at the door of the Calligraphy Club's club room, leaning against the wall with his hands folded against his chest, and didn't go up to look.

Time passed by every minute and every second, until an hour later, there was silence in the calligraphy club room.

"This is..." The white stone in Yushi Ninzu's hand fell down, his eyes were covered by the reflection under the lens, and his expression could not be seen.

"Then, goodbye." Bei Guran broke the silence, picked up his backpack, stood up, passed the students who had always maintained the good habit of watching chess without speaking, and walked out quietly.

It wasn't until this time that discussions in twos and threes gradually appeared among the onlookers.

"Student Ninzuzu used corners and corners to occupy the ground..."

"Encircle and suppress the central part! Ninzu-kun's chess skills are also very strong!"

"As expected of Renzu, besides tennis, I also play Go very well!"

"Look here, and here, it turns out that using 'long' can have this kind of effect. The use of this fixed form is really unexpected. Ninzu-kun completely sealed the four corners of Mr. Bei."

"This is where Bei's middle part falls into a dead game..."

"Compared to this, in this situation, it turns death into a way of survival..."

"Speaking of which, this chessboard looks familiar..."

"This is, the galaxy..."

The chessboard is like the universe, and the chess pieces are like galaxies. With Tianyuan as the center, it extends outwards and diverges.

"No matter how long the front line is drawn, it can be pulled back unexpectedly. I thought she would definitely lose."

"I thought she would lose too, I didn't expect to use this place to strangle the dragon"

"Look, this battle line is drawn from here, that is to say, she has aimed at this piece from this step. There are at least sixty moves here."

"Her computing power is so strong..."

This is how much computing power is required to connect the entire chessboard.

Shinobu Yushi raised his head slightly, leaned on the back of the chair and smiled, his eyes under the plain mirror were extremely deep.

Oh, oh, what a powerful chess skill, flying, splitting, blocking, long, sticking, all seem to be in her calculations.

This kind of mental power... No wonder Atobu said that she would cry when trying her ability.

It's really scary, it's like being controlled.

Ninja Yuuji laughed softly.

"Wait!" At this moment, someone stopped Bei Guran who was about to step out of the calligraphy club room again.

Bei Guran paused, pursed his lips, rolled his eyes impatiently, and walked forward without hesitation.Whoever called her, now she's going to eat!

"Hey, student Bei! Play a game with me too!" Someone shouted, this is from the Go club.

"Let's play a game with me too!" Gradually someone echoed.

"I didn't expect someone to play Go with such enthusiasm!"

"What a wonderful chess game! I also want to play a game with her!"

"You can also play shogi!" The members of the shogi club also echoed.

Bei Guran grabbed the backpack in his arms, turned a deaf ear, and ran away without looking back.

What is this? Are there hot-blooded boys everywhere!You should wait until she is full to talk about provoking the young man's competitive spirit!It's not playing tennis, just another round or something! ! !

"Hey, student Bei! Let's play a game with us!" Several people stopped in front of Bei Guran.

Bei Guran raised her eyes slightly, but suddenly she felt dizzy, her legs went limp, her backpack fell vertically to the ground heavily, and her body also fell down limply without warning.

A hand suddenly stretched out, a strong arm supported Bei Guran's waist, and supported her before she hit the ground.

"Hello!" Atobe Keigo half-supported and hugged Bei Guran, his brows were tightly locked, his face darkened.

"Student Bei?!!!" Several people exclaimed.

"She has a heart attack! It can't be that she has a disease!" The girl who stopped Bei Guran at the racecourse before exclaimed.

There was chaos in the calligraphy club club room.

"Send it to the hospital quickly!!!" Everyone was in a hurry.

☆、Survival Handbook for Junior High School Students·B Chapter Thirteen

The orange-red sunset dyed the entire sky red.

The soft light elongated the young man's forward figure.

Huadi Takahiro had already got into the luxury private car with two tennis bags and Bei Guran's backpack.

Then Keigo Atobe, who came one step later, carried Bei Guran sideways all the way to the school gate, put Bei Guran into the car first, then sat in the back seat of the high-end private car, and closed the door.

"Master Jingwu?" The driver asked suspiciously.

"Go to the hospital." Atobe Keigo said coldly.

"Yes, Master Jingwu." The driver responded and started the car.

But then Jingwu Atobe put his hands on his chest, lowered his eyes, his face was not very good-looking, "It's enough to pretend to be sick, Bei Guran." His voice was very low, like a cello playing melodiously, but also very cold .

Bei Guran who was lying on the seat looked small, she slowly opened her eyes and blinked.

"..." Atobe Keigo moved his lips, pursed his lips as if he wanted to say something.

Bei Gu sat up from his seat, "When did Master Atobe find out?" She rubbed her eyes and said, "Master Atobe believed it at first, didn't he?"

"..." Atobe Jingwu glanced at Bei Guran coldly, his eyes were sharp and terrifying.

Bei Guran didn't realize it.

"Who fell down unconsciously and was caught stiff?" Keigo Atobe asked coldly.

In the first second, he really believed that Bei Guran had passed out, but when he stretched out his hand to support Bei Guran, he realized that something was wrong. She was as stiff as a dead body, where did she seem to have passed out and lost consciousness?

Atobe Keigo straightened his lips, his dark blue eyes were extremely sharp.

Compared to this, he was more annoyed that he didn't see that she was pretending to be sick at that moment.

Bei Guran blinked, "Ah, I'm so sorry, I have no experience in being caught by boys." She said slowly.

"..." Atobe Keigo pressed his forehead, resisting the idea of ​​seeing a hole in Bei Guran's strange thinking with his eyes.

"I'm also surprised that Master Atobe didn't leave me behind the moment he saw it through." Bei Guran leaned against the window, his expression was very calm, but the corners of his lips curled into a shallow arc. The outline of light and shadow is very blurred.

Keigo Atobe snorted softly, "I still can't do such an unglamorous thing as throwing a heart patient on the ground."

Bei Guran smiled, and turned to look at Keigo Atobe.

"What are you doing?" Keigo Atobe frowned, raised his chin slightly, his voice was gorgeous, but his tone was quite harsh.

Bei Guran shrugged.

This boy always seems to be a vile young master, arrogant and talented. Perhaps many people love and hate him.She wouldn't be surprised if she heard a student commenting on Keigo Atobe as first-class talent and poor character one day, but it must not be a student of Hyotei Academy.

Keigo Atobe will only take care of everything he can in his territory.

For example, he investigated Aida Maki, even though Aida Maki did something wrong, he still regarded her as a subject of his territory, guaranteed her life safety, and confirmed that Aida Maki would not appear other error.

This is the real reason why he learned that Bei Guran did all that.

Therefore, this boy, who is as elegant and noble as a boy who came out of Greek mythology, is actually a very gentle person.

Well, it's a luxurious bento.

And it's the kind of shell that is super hard and not afraid of falling.

Bei Guran found that his thoughts had subtly drifted away.

At this time, Atobe Keigo happened to turn his head and glanced at Bei Guran, "Don't forget that you still have plans for the Ice Emperor's school celebration and other arrangements."

"Master Atobe is worthy of being an emperor." Bei Guran said.

"Why did you say that?" Keigo Atobe raised his eyebrows nicely.

"There is no pressure to enslave subjects." Bei Guran said indifferently.

"..." Keigo Atobe was only silent for three seconds, and immediately raised his eyebrows and said, "Then what dissatisfaction do you have as a subject?"

How arrogant and arrogant his expression is, how natural and natural it is.

"No." So Bei Guran followed the good advice.

Atobe Keigo looked at her with a half-smile, and said slowly for a long time, "It's really not a gorgeous expression." He turned his head to look out the car window, and then asked another question, "If the equestrian club doesn't People stop, are you really going to take on that challenge?"

"..." Bei Guran paused and lowered his eyes.

"Or, what are you betting with your life on?" Keigo Atobe's tone was a little inaudible.

"Master Atobe is worrying too much." Bei Guran's expression was indifferent, and his tone was also indifferent, "I always cherish my life."

"My uncle didn't see how you cherish your life." Keigo Atobe sarcastically said every word, with sharp rose thorns, making the atmosphere suddenly sharp and awe-inspiring.

"..." Bei Guran lowered his eyes, "Young Master Atobe, you don't have to..."

"North Guran." Atobe Keigo stopped her words in a cold voice.

For a while, it was like a sword was on the verge of breaking out.

The car fell into a kind of dead silence, and there seemed to be dark waves turbulent, awe-inspiring and indifferent, like the clear and crisp sound when the blade collided with the scabbard.

Atobe Keigo's gaze was terrifyingly sharp.

"..." Bei Guran looked at the bustling traffic outside the car window, and closed his eyes.

Atobe Keigo seemed to have noticed that there were other people sitting in the car, and his expression eased slightly. His voice was very low, like a low-pitched cello playing the sound of the sea on the eve of a storm, beautifully and gracefully. "Are you sure you didn't risk your life on these insignificant things?"

Bei Guran was slightly taken aback.

Doesn't matter...?

She turned her head to look at Keigo Atobe.

Are these things indifferent to him?

No, glory, talent, praise, victory - these are not indifferent things to Keigo Atobe.

But... At this moment, compared to a fragile life that may fall, these all become insignificant and insignificant - this is this young man.You can use everything and even your life to defend your own glory and belief, and you can also admit that those things are sometimes not so important for a life.

15 years old...perhaps the best age for a teenager.

I still believe in all the truth and beauty in the world, and I still retain the best age of kindness and tenderness.

Bei Guran stared at Atobe Keigo's side face in a daze.

Atobe Keigo, Atobekeigo—the name carries a strong current, a strong sense of presence, and a strong sense of aggression when it passes from the tip of the tongue.

Keigo Atobe is like a sharp knife, invading a person's life with an awe-inspiring and irresistible attitude.

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