Peach Blossom Debt

In any case, only the king can have a queen.

He never thought that he would like Bei Guran, nor did he think that he was in the same world as her.

Watanabe Yumi lazily grabbed his hair, "Youth is so good." He watched Keigo Atobe directly pulling Bei Guran's wrist and walked out, and couldn't help laughing, a little mischievous and loose, "Could it be Is wanting to fall in love contagious?"

Immediately afterwards, he touched his chin, and seemed to be a little confused and said to himself: "Did Keigo Atobe answer the confession? Is this a natural relationship or something? Doesn't Bei Guran know that?" Feel at a loss?"

He slowly walked out with his hands in his pockets.

Watanabe stared at Bei Guran's back for a while, then suddenly stopped in his tracks.

For some reason, her words that were so faint and scattered in the wind suddenly sounded in his ears.

--"Where are you going?"

--"go home."

There was a dark light in his eyes.

Where is Bei Guran's home?

If he remembered correctly, Bei Guran was Hino Akemi - that's why she helped the Hino Consortium, and the grandfather who adopted her had passed away, which home would she go back to?Hino family? ——It doesn't seem to mean that...

And that sentence to stay...

Watanabe Yumi sighed lightly, faintly feeling that something was wrong.

And Bei Guran's heart disease - to be precise, she didn't have a heart disease, but she had a record of it in the past documents.

This is definitely not a fake thing, the appearance of a congenital heart disease is too obvious - the students of Bingdi have indeed seen Bei Guran's appearance of illness, and it is definitely not an effect that can be achieved by pretending to be sick.But according to the results of the last heart examination, her heart is definitely not as fragile as a heart attack...

What is Bei Guran hiding?

Watanabe Yumi patted himself on the back of the head - if it was something their peach blossom fan wanted to hide, it might not be so easy to know.

He looked at Keigo Atobe who opened the door for Bei Guran, and watched them all get into the high-end private car and drive away.

Why is he worrying about this—Watanabe Yumi rubbed his face—this should be the question that the king should worry about, after all, it is his queen, or maybe he knows all the answers at all.

Hmm... It's been a long time since I went to eat meat skewers and chicken skewers in Osaka.

☆、Survival Manual for Junior High School Students·D Training III

What kind of existence is tennis?

At least for this group of ordinary teenagers, tennis is the most incredible thing in the world.

Any tennis match is the most ostentatious gesture of their frivolous youth.

On July [-]th, the Tennis Kanto Tournament.

Ice Emperor VS Qing Xue.

"Ice Empress! Ice Empress! Ice Empress!!!..." The shouts on the tennis court shook the heavens and the earth, and they were shockingly neat.

Keigo Atobe held the racket and raised his hand while walking forward, pointing his slender and well-knuckle fingers straight at the sun.

"Atobe! Atobe! Atobe! Atobe!..." The voices of the support group changed in unison.

There were screams from some girls on the field.

Atobe Keigo smiled, stopped, and pointed his slender fingers to the left after a short pause. The sound of cheering changed immediately: "The winner is the ice emperor! The winner is the ice emperor! The winner is the ice emperor! The winner It's the Ice Emperor..."

Keigo Atobe withdrew his left hand, and swung the racket out with his right hand.

The voice of the support team was orderly and powerful, and it was even louder, "The one who wins is Atobe! The one who wins is Atobe! The one who wins is Atobe! The one who wins is Atobe..." Only the Ice Emperor support team was left in the audience shout.

The smile on Atobe Keigo's face deepened, like a conductor, gracefully drawing a semicircular arc with both hands and finally straightening.

"The winner is Ice Emperor! The winner is Atobe! The winner is Ice Emperor! The winner is Atobe! The winner is Ice Emperor! The winner is Atobe..." The voice was loud and fast, The support group raised the effervescence on more than one level.

"The winner is—"

Atobe Keigo stretched out his left hand to the sun again, snapped his fingers crisply, and the voice stopped instantly. He handsomely took off his coat and threw it into the air, with a sexy and proud voice as elegant as a cello, "It's me."

His smile is arrogant and bright.

Screams filled the tennis court.

The glory belongs to the ice emperor, and the ice emperor brings glory to the ice emperor.

Atobe Keigo is as bright as his name is, and he is the noise standing in the crowd of everyone shouting.

"Satisfied." As Keigo Atobe's opponent, Kunimitsu Tezuka stretched out his hand, with a cold expression and a cold voice.

"Satisfied." Keigo Atobe also extended his hand, clapped each other, and a smile overflowed from the corner of his eyes.

The first is the front and back of the racket to determine the serve.

Keigo Atobe served in the first game.

Atobe Keigo turned his head and glanced at Bei Guran who appeared at the top of the auditorium at an unknown time and stood quietly alone. He glanced at her cold eyebrows and raised his eyebrows slightly. "My uncle dares to be late for the game, Bei Guran, you are getting more and more courageous." He turned and retreated to the serving line, and whispered to himself, as if he was dissatisfied, but the corners of his lips were lightly raised, and he turned his attention Turning to the game he had been looking forward to for a long time.

This ball game—he's going to win.

He is the king of the ice emperor, and he must win this game.

Keigo Atobe served the first ball.

Standing above the auditorium, Bei Guran tilted his head, his eyebrows slightly moved.

"It's no different from a monkey who likes to show off." The corners of her lips seemed to be slightly curved, and she commented softly, looking at Keigo Atobe and said with great pride: "Let's indulge in my master's beauty." Mixed with all kinds of screams and speechless complaints about Keigo Atobe's narcissism.

It should be extremely enjoyable——Kego Atobe, who enjoyed this game, was slightly different from his usual sharpness. He played a tennis game wholeheartedly, more publicized and more eye-catching, with each beautiful return of the ball, Running, jumping... as if the whole body is bathed in the sun, and it seems that unimaginable heat and light are burning from the depths of the soul.

It's really dazzling.

Bei Guran looked at Atobe Keigo, his plain gaze was rarely focused—it seemed to be describing the youth with luxurious eyebrows.

"A Bei?" A crisp voice appeared suddenly.

"You will scare people if you are so elusive." Bei Guran, who was still focused on the game a second ago, immediately said indifferently.

"Oh." The girl responded.

After a while, the girl came back to her senses as if unresponsive, and leaned forward, "Did I scare you, Ah Bei?"

"The focus of your attention is always wrong." Bei Guran pressed the girl's forehead. The girl was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a hood, made of thin fabric, the hood was on her head, and she was still wearing long rabbit ears. , still covering the entire face.

The girl moved her head and turned to the tennis court, showing her slightly rounded chin, "Abei, is this why I arrived early."

"No." Bei Guran replied very calmly, without any hesitation.

She pushed the girl's head down a little, and her eyes still fell on Keigo Atobe.

The girl seemed to tilt her head in a very slow manner, and it took a long time for her to recover slowly, "But Ah Bei said I was here early."

"..." Bei Guran looked at Atobe Jingwu silently, looked at his dazzling and charming appearance every time he swung and jumped with a cold expression, and then said slowly, "That's just compared to the lateness you said , after all, you are lost again."

"Oh." The girl replied, although her head was held down, she didn't look unhappy at all.

After a while, she asked again, "Am I lost?"

"..." Bei Guran breathed a sigh of relief, his tone was so cold and emotionless, "You just got lost and found it again."

"Oh." said the girl.

"How long has it been over there?" Bei Guran stared at the tennis match for a while before asking.

"Forgot." The girl scratched her hooded rabbit ears and said dully.

"..." Bei Guran sighed inaudibly.

"A Bei, it's been a month, why don't you leave?" The girl asked curiously, "Didn't A Bei say that he would settle the debt in one month?" She pulled the two rabbit ears on her short-sleeved hood, " Is there anything left to settle?"

"..." Bei Guran didn't speak for a long time, and let go of his hand.

The girl raised her face, her slightly round chin felt cute, she scratched her chin, and stared at Bei Guran with her eyes hidden under the hood.

The surroundings gradually became quiet.

Only the sound of tennis balls landing on the tennis court, the sound of being knocked.

Keigo Hyotei Itobe vs. Aigaku Tezuka Kunimitsu—a silent and shocking tennis match.

The figure of two teenagers with equal strength chasing the little yellow ball has become the most unforgettable scene on the tennis court. No one wants to let the other have a ball, no one wants to lose here, and no one wants Lost the opportunity to lead his tennis team to the first place.

It was Tezuka Kunimitsu who was shocked and silently moved and even shed tears.

Even if he sacrificed his future tennis career, the young man who wanted to win this game, his persistent and passionate heart under his cold appearance-shocked the audience.

As for Keigo Atobe, whether it is Keigo Atobe who cannot lose for Ice Emperor, or Keigo Atobe who does his best for an opponent he admires and is merciless—maybe some people have a bad opinion of him, or some people think he Overdoing it, maybe someone is proud of him, maybe someone understands what he means and respects him... Bei Guran watched the last ball land gently, and Keigo Atobe silently raised Tezuka Kunimitsu's hand. The cheers of the group continued to flood the entire tennis court, and she slightly curled her lips—no matter what kind of evaluation, this person has always been the most special existence.

"7:6, Keigo Atobu of Hyotei Academy wins."

"Wait here." Almost at the end of the game, Bei Guran left a word to the girl and walked straight to the bottom of the auditorium.

The girl tilted her head and seemed to be staring at Bei Guran curiously.

At this time, Keigo Atobe was already sitting under the auditorium to rest.He had a towel covering his head, and he was breathing heavily.

Bei Guran stopped in front of Atobe Keigo.

Afterwards, everyone watched in amazement as she stretched out her hand and pulled Keigo Atobe's tennis bag away. After searching for a long time in it, she couldn't find what she was looking for, but Keigo Atobe who was sitting next to her let her rummage around , no response at all.

Immediately afterwards, Bei Guran took out a bottle of water from the tennis bag, unscrewed the lid and handed it to Atobe Keigo.Atobe Keigo took a few sips of the water naturally, then screwed back the cap that Bei Guran handed over, handed the mineral water back to Bei Guran, and Bei Guran stuffed the water back into Atobe Kei In my bag—they do it so naturally that everyone has a sense of "this scene may, may, should, and may have happened many times".

Before everyone could recover from this dumbfounded state, what happened later directly destroyed their three views in the form of nuclear bombs.

I saw Bei Guran squatting down in full view and raised his face - only to be gently covered with a hand over his eyes.

The tennis club members around glanced at the situation, turned their heads silently, and the support team standing behind didn't react for a while, probably dumbfounded or stunned.

"You're so ugly that you can't see people anymore?" Bei Guran raised his eyebrows and said, not caring about the reactions around him.

She didn't reach out to pull Keigo Atobe's long hand that covered her eyes.

His hands were sweaty and calloused to the touch.

"..." Jingwu Atobe breathed out lightly, and tapped the back of his other hand on her forehead, not lightly or heavily, "What are you talking about?" His tone could not detect emotion, "My uncle's Aesthetics is more dazzling than the sun." The deep voice was slightly hoarse after strenuous exercise, still incredibly proud.

"So I should be intoxicated by the beauty of Master Atobe?" Bei Guran's tone rose slightly, with a slightly teasing tone, half a smile but not a smile.

"Ah, shouldn't you be intoxicated by my master's beauty?" Atobe Keigo asked with a soft smile, as proud as ever.

Bei Guran tilted his head, his eyelashes trembled slightly and he didn't speak.

"You are not a gorgeous woman, don't you know that squatting on the ground is very ugly." Keigo Atobe said disgustedly.

"Of course not as gorgeous as Madame Butterfly." Bei Guran said frankly.

"Madame Butterfly?" Keigo Atobe raised his eyebrows, "Do you like this opera?"

"I don't like it. I like the ending of stabbing the hero who betrayed Madame Butterfly to death with a single sword, rather than Madame Butterfly committing suicide in despair." Bei Guran's tone was light, "It's not worthwhile to take a life for someone who betrayed me."

"According to your loss theorem, you are suitable to watch "Othello"." Keigo Atobe said with a slight smile in his voice, "Although the hero strangled the heroine to death, he regretted committing suicide in the end, so it's finally evened out. .”

"Although Shakespeare's script is good, I still want the heroine to be killed before the heroine is strangled." Bei Guran said calmly.

"It's bloody." Keigo Atobe smiled.

"Blood is a new aesthetic, but losing yourself and blaming your lover or even killing your lover is a kind of stupidity." Bei Guran said.

"Do you think you should stay rational?" Atobe Keigo asked back.

"Well, stay rational, don't lose yourself, make correct judgments, and implement them appropriately, without being influenced by outside public opinion and vision." Bei Guran nodded.

Atobe Jingwu let go of his hand, pointed his fingertips directly on the center of Bei Guran's eyebrows, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you think anyone can be as savage as you and keep their senses by choking their necks? You woman is not stimulated by the outside world at all. no response."

"I believe that Master Atobe, whose aesthetics is as dazzling as the sun, can do it." Bei Guran said, raising his eyes, and met Shang Atobe Jingwu's sharp phoenix eyes.

That sentence seems to contain multiple meanings, which is unpredictable.

But Keigo Atobe chuckled, "That's natural." His tone was arrogant and confident.

"..." Bei Guran blinked, but was interrupted by a sentence when he was about to say something.

"This is the real self-contained and impeccable." A deep voice like the melody in the night wind, with a narrow and mocking smile, said slowly.

Atobe Keigo and Kita Guran turned their heads, and saw that except for Ninzu Yushi who was smiling narrowly, the rest of the tennis club members were all petrified, and Zhengxuan showed signs of petrification and desertification.

Hey, hey, hey - this is the arrogant and arrogant Keigo Atobe, hello!

Was that teasing or flirting just now? Hey!

Did they suffer from heat stroke after being exposed to the sun for too long, resulting in a distorted and deviant imagination of the central nervous system—what is it? ——No, the point is that this is really not right.

The voices of the people can basically be read from the faces.

Keigo Atobe raised his eyebrows, his sharp eyes swept over them, and he turned his head, ignoring the messy crowd in the wind.

But Bei Guran's expression remained unchanged, and he calmly took the finger that Atobe Keigo placed between her eyebrows, stood up and said, "I'm going back."

"Next week, Ice Emperor will have an opera appreciation meeting." Keigo Atobe, who was sitting, raised his head slightly and said to Bei Guran, who was walking up with his back.

Bei Guran paused, "If I can catch up..."

Before she finished talking, she had already walked up.

Atobe Keigo frowned slightly, vaguely feeling that what Bei Guran said to him was not just related to this tennis match.He got up and looked towards Bei Guran—she met a little girl with a rabbit ear hood and whose face was unclear, and they left together.

For a moment, he tried to stop Bei Guran who was walking away, but Keigo Atobe just grabbed the towel and resisted this inexplicable impulse.

"Atobe, can't we be separated for a moment?" An elbow of one hand rested on Keigo Atobe's shoulder, Yuji Shinobu said narrowly.

Atobe Keigo cast a sidelong glance at Ninzu Yuuji with sharp eyes, but did not speak.

"It's terrible, it's terrible." Yushi Ninzu spread his hands, and his tone was teasing, "Youth in love, you can't be messed with."

Atobe Keigo simply ignored him.

With such an interruption, Atobe Keigo could no longer see Bei Guran, and he turned his gaze back to the next match on the tennis court.

Still something is not right...

Atobe Keigo rubbed his brows with his fingers, and Bei Guran's back gradually appeared in his mind.

——"I'm going back."

——"If you can catch up..."

That voice was so cold and calm, and somehow felt like it was about to be scattered in the wind and gradually disappear.

Atobe Keigo's fingertips paused.

……

It wasn't until two days later that Keigo Atobe realized what was wrong, and also realized the meaning of Bei Guran's words - Bei Guran hadn't come to school for two days.

He couldn't find her—for the first time, he completely lost sight of her.

This seemed to happen out of nowhere.

A few days ago, she was still discussing opera with her at the stadium.

She dragged him to the cemetery the other day.

A few days ago she also risked doing some heart-stopping things.

She was there the other day.

However, two days later, he lost all news of her.

He can't find her.

And neither Watanabe Yumi, Ma Cangruo, nor Qian Yushang knew where Bei Guran had gone - all traces of her life seemed to have disappeared in the world - he couldn't find her.

It's as if Bei Guran doesn't exist in this world.

Or—in line with the news from the Hino family in Osaka—Hino Akemi died of illness.Bei Guran disappeared into his world so simply and neatly, as if there was no trace of existence after death.

The world is so big, yet so small—with no travel records, no monitoring and capture, she just disappeared for no reason.

How could he allow her to disappear into his world, yet what was out of control--it was true.

Keigo Atobe almost thought that...

Knowing Bei Guran is just... Nan Ke Yi Meng.

☆、Survival Handbook for Junior High School Students·D Training [-]

Can you believe that a person disappears for no reason?

He doesn't believe it—but sometimes disbelief is just an attitude, and it can't solve everything.

……

Keigo Atobe was sitting on the sofa in the office of the Heidei Student Union, with his eyes closed as if he was resting.

His expression was very pale, without any emotion.

"Atobe?" Shinobu Yuuji stood with his hand on the door.

"Ah?" Atobe Keigo replied casually without opening his eyes.

"That student Bei Guran has been absent for a long time." Yushi Ninzu stepped forward and said.

"Yeah." Atobe Keigo remained motionless, his tone was low, inexplicably cold and frightening, "The student file has been cancelled, and Bei Lairan has died of a heart attack."

"Hey Atobe, who are you lying to? Doesn't she have a heart attack?" Yushi Ninzu was a little puzzled.

"..." Atobe Keigo opened his eyes, but did not answer, his expression was thoughtful and his eyes were sharp.

"You don't seem to be in a hurry, and you don't feel nervous." Yushi Ninzu crossed his arms, and the dark blue eyes hidden under the round flat glasses were extremely deep and penetrating, and there were some imperceptible meanings surging in the dark waves, " Atobe, you seem to know something else."

Atobe Keigo tilted his head, his tone was cold, "No, I don't know."

"..." Yushi Ninzu smiled meaningfully without refuting.

Atobe Keigo leaned on the sofa and raised his head, staring at the ceiling wondering what he was thinking.

——"That's another me in the world." The cold voice came through the memory.

He straightened his lips, his eyes were obscure, he put his arms directly on his eyes, and clearly reflected the evening sky on Saturday in his mind, as well as the cold-looking girl squatting in front of the tombstone.

Yes, that Saturday, July [-]th.

……

On Saturday evening, the sun was setting and the light was soft.

Bei Guran's figure cast a long, long shadow on the ground.

She walked in front, but very slowly—it was no different from her usual pace, sluggishly, like a turtle with a heavy shell, very sloppy—it was a bit embarrassing to watch.

But Keigo Atobe patiently walked one step behind her, looking thoughtful.

Finally, Bei Guran stopped.

Atobe Keigo looked around, his face not knowing whether it should be said to be slightly dark or calm.He raised his eyebrows and said, "The date you're talking about is bringing me to visit the grave, huh?"

Yes, they stand in the middle of rows of tombstones.

There was no one in the cemetery, and the soft light of the setting sun hit the gloomy, black-gray tombstones.

"What special requirements does Master Atobe have for the dating place?" Bei Guran stopped in front of a tombstone, reached out to stroke the ashes on it, and asked him calmly.

"..." It's not a cemetery anyway.

Atobe Keigo probably expressed this meaning on his face.

"..." Bei Guran stared at the tombstone for a while, then turned to look at him, "Master Atobe probably has a lot to ask."

"Ah?" Keigo Atobe slowly narrowed his phoenix eyes.

"Master Atobe asked me a lot today." Bei Guran squatted in front of the tombstone and said coldly.

"If you want to say it." Keigo Atobe's tone was light and gentle, but his sharp aura rushed towards his face like surging waves.

"..." Bei Guran squatted there, looking at him with a cold and pure gaze.

"..." Jingwu Atobe suddenly noticed the photo on the tombstone, and took a step forward, "Bei Guran, don't tell me——" His expression was calm, but his aura was terribly frightening. I have prepared a grave myself." Keigo Atobe almost grabbed Bei Guran's wrist, staring at the name "Hino Akemi" on the tombstone, his eyes were sharp and fierce.

"That's another me in the world." Bei Guran's tone was very calm, unaffected by Atobe Keigo at all.

Warm breaths are intertwined, such a close distance, seemingly ambiguous, but actually a tense situation.

"..." Keigo Atobe frowned tightly.

"She died of a heart attack." Bei Guran pointed to the person who was almost the same as her in the photo on the tombstone.

"She was the one who enrolled in the first two years—" Keigo Atobe seemed to have thought of something, "Twins back then?" He could only make the most reasonable guess—according to his guess, Bei Guran was Hino Akemi, that is, From the perspective of Hino Jin's daughter, there is only this possibility. There were two children back then, but everyone only knew one.

But there is something that doesn't make sense.

Why... never heard of the existence of another person before?

Where did she come from?

"..." Bei Guran was silent for a long time, sighed softly, and said calmly, "Actually, it doesn't matter at all, I just met her after she died."

"..." Keigo Atobe stared at Bei Guran, his fingers inadvertently brushed his hair, "You haven't wanted to go to the police station for a long time, or you have a reason why you can't go." His eyes It's like looking straight into the depths of Bei Guran's eyes, very penetrating, insight into everything about Bei Guran. "It's the same with the original kidnapping, and it's also the same for Ma Cangruo to solve the police station for you this time, although the Ma Cang family has a lot to do with the political circles and the Metropolitan Police Department..." He paused, and what he said pointed to the problem Center, "Does the Metropolitan Police Department not have your fingerprint file?"

"Master Atobe's sensitivity is unmatched." Bei Guran smiled and praised him, "I have always been a black household here."

"Is something wrong with the adoption procedures?" In fact, Keigo Atobe still couldn't figure out the key point.

He just had a faint feeling that something was wrong.

If the girl in front of him wasn't Bei Lairan, where did she appear out of thin air?

"Actually, I came here illegally." Bei Guran said flatly.

"..." Keigo Atobe's eyes twitched.

At any time, Bei Guran has the ability to directly drag the very serious business conversation atmosphere to the other extreme, and he does it in a very calm tone.

Bei Guran blinked, and the smile in his brownish eyes slowly bloomed like ripples.

Atobe Keigo let go of her wrist, took a step back, his face darkened, "You're teasing me again, aren't you?"

"How could it be?" Bei Guran said, "I really came here illegally."

"..." For a moment, Keigo Atobe wanted to drop this stupid topic - at least it sounded stupid.

"So can Master Atobe understand, about the heart disease?" Bei Guran raised his eyebrows.

"Your explanation that doesn't make sense here is considered to be the end of the explanation?" Keigo Atobe also raised his eyebrows.

"Master Atobe just wants an explanation, doesn't he?" Bei Guran looked at him with his head tilted, his eyes were slightly bright, reflecting the soft light of the setting sun, which was extraordinarily beautiful - such ordinary eyes had penetrating wisdom, Calm, indifferent, with little emotion, able to look into the depths of the heart through the barriers between people.

She stood up, "If Master Atobe feels that he has barely passed, is it a honor to invite Master Atobe to have a meal?" After a while, she added, "I'm hungry."

Atobe Keigo watched Bei Guran jump to his side noncommittally.

"I'm hungry, Master Atobe." Bei Guran repeated with a calm expression.

"What a shameless woman." Keigo Atobe laughed softly.

"Thank you for the compliment, I'm not very honored." Bei Guran put his hands on his chest and bowed slightly.

Seeing Bei Guran's movements, Atobe Keigo lowered his eyes slightly, his sharp eyes softened, "Then what's your real name?" He turned to Bei Guran who turned and walked slowly. asked.

"..." Bei Guran paused and looked back at him.

That expression was indescribably complicated.

Standing against the light, her figure is softer than ever in the tailoring of light and shadow, which makes people's hearts soften.Her cold voice was rare and soft at that moment, "Master Atobe."

"Huh?" Keigo Atobe stepped forward unhurriedly.

"Does Master Atobe believe in ghosts and gods?" Bei Guran asked a question that seemed completely irrelevant.

Atobe Jingwu twitched his brows slightly, "..." He stopped, "You don't mean to say, you are a ghost, right?"

"Hmm..." Bei Guran stroked his chin, half-jokingly said, "So there is such an explanation."

"..." Keigo Atobe looked at her speechlessly.

"Unfortunately, I'm not a ghost." Bei Guran shrugged, then turned his head, "But I come from a country with ghosts."

"Which country has no ghosts?" Atobe Keigo asked back.

"In other words, I come from a country that respects ghosts and gods and keeps a distance." Bei Guran said.

"Are you answering my uncle's question or avoiding my question?" Keigo Atobe said.

Bei Guran smiled, with slightly curved eyebrows, she suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Atobe Keigo's right palm, and gestured on the palm with her index finger, "My real name is——"

……

Ice Emperor Student Union Office.

Atobe Keigo opened his eyes suddenly, reached out and pressed the center of his eyebrows.

He stretched out his right palm, and he still vaguely remembered the temperature of her fingertips touching the palm—it instantly turned into a prairie fire, so scorching that no one could ignore it.

Many things flashed through Atobe Keigo's mind.

Fragmentary images, some blurred, some clear—there was a sudden pause at the end.

He stood up abruptly, and quickly walked out past Yushi Shinobu who was standing at the door.

"Atobe?" Shinobu Yushi couldn't call Atobe Keigo, he was quite confused, and then smiled with great interest, "Although I don't know when Bei Guran attracted the attention of the Ice Emperor's king-but obviously she I have successfully left a deep impression on this emperor..." His dark blue eyes were filled with something, which seemed to have a clear insight, and then disappeared in an instant, "It's still true that Atobe is so interested in a girl." It's the first time."

He followed Keigo Atobe with a smile.

There's no way, he's really interested in what Keigo Miraclebu is going to do—you can tell by Keigo Atobe's expression that he suddenly remembered something.

Maybe it has a lot to do with the so-called Bei Guran who died of a heart attack but actually didn't have congenital heart disease.

Ninja Yuuji followed Keigo Atobe into the tennis club office while touching his chin.

In fact, although he has been aware of the relationship between Atobe Keigo and Bei Guran - but Atobe Keigo's performance is still beyond his expectations.Although Bei Guran is excellent, he can tell from the last support group challenge event, but what can she do to make Keigo Atobe, the emperor of the Ice Emperor, fall in love with her?

Especially when Bei Guran disappeared so silently...it doesn't feel right no matter how you look at it.

Ninja Yuuji quickly gave up this thought.

Because he noticed that Keigo Atobe opened his tennis bag and fumbled for a long time, and took out a piece of paper - to be precise, a letter - Keigo Atobe raised his eyes slightly, and opened it without any pause. opened the letter.

Yushi Ninzu could guess that the letter should be something Keigo Atobe didn't know.

Then he remembered the tennis match against Qingxue on Sunday - Bei Guran played for a long time in Keigo Atobe's tennis bag.

But Keigo Atobe who read the letter had only one reaction.

Shinobu Yushi suddenly froze.

Keigo Atobe laughed...

The eyebrows are luxurious and delicate, and the smile is as beautiful as lit fireworks, making people indescribably amazing.It was a happy smile, and Yushi Ninzu was sure that he had never seen Keigo Atobe smile so happily except during a tennis match.

Atobe Keigo refolded the letter, stuffed it into his pocket, and then took out the tennis racket.

"Be patient, let's fight with my uncle." He said arrogantly, the corners of his eyes raised, and his smile leaked out like sand between his fingers.

Shinobu Yushi raised his eyebrows, "I am willing to accompany you."

He pulled his school uniform tie, took it off and threw it aside, and went to take out his tennis racket.

In this game, he didn't care about winning or losing, nor did he pay attention to scoring—Kego Atobe stood on the court, dazzling as if he ruled the world.

At least Yushi Ninzu didn't see any disappointment from Atobe Keigo due to the disappearance of Bei Guran.

It wasn't until a long, long time later that Yushi Ninzu knew what was in the clean letter—a letter written on A4 paper as a letter paper.

Black and white writing, a full page, the handwriting is smooth and clear, without any fancy decorations, clean and tidy, so simple and ordinary that it can’t even meet the so-called gorgeous aesthetics of Keigo Atobe... However, that page has become Keigo Atobe’s carry-on treasure—because there is actually only one sentence on it.

That is--

A thousand words I like you.

I like you in a thousand sentences in different languages.

I like you in a thousand sentences in different languages.

signed by...

- "Then what's your real name?"

——"My real name is..." One stroke after another fell on the palm of the palm, as hot as a soldering iron, and it seemed to be branded on the heart.

North Gu Ran.

——"My real name is Bei Gu Ran, not Bei Lai Ran, but Bei, Gu, and Ran."

Yes, she's just Bei Guran, she doesn't have a heart disease, she will be a lot but not a lot, especially a sports waste.

Calm and calm, go its own way, cold-faced and warm-hearted, smart and wise, knowing people's well-being...and...

I like Keigo Atobe.

Bei Guran likes Atobe Keigo.

There are a thousand sentences I like you, and each sentence is written exceptionally smoothly and smoothly-you don't even feel the tension in it.

Very bland - you can imagine how calm and indifferent the other party was when writing.

However, Keigo Atobe can still read Bei Guran behind the letter paper...

Bei Guran who wrote "I like you" a thousand times differently, Bei Guran who secretly hid the letter in his tennis bag, and Bei Guran who talked about opera with him in an oblique way to appease people, wrote strokes in his palm. Bei Guran who carefully wrote down his name before, Bei Guran who was short, winking, choking and brazen, and Bei Guran who took him as an alternative plan B without hesitation when taking risks, believed him The Bei Guran who will definitely protect her, the Bei Guran who protects the Bingdi as his own territory, the Bei Guran who defends him without hesitation in front of his seniors, the one who decisively pushes him away from danger for his competition Bei Guran, the faceless Bei Guran who smiles in front of him, the Bei Guran who loves life and hates the hospital, the Bei Guran who is extremely dazzling when challenged by the support group, and the tolerant Bei Guran, who kidnapped him without any sense of shame North Guran...

It's only been five months since we met.

Atobe Keigo has seen countless Bei Guran