Peach Blossom Debt

——Although she is so cold most of the time.

Just like a thousand sentences—such ordinary words, such flat and emotional handwriting...the care and sincerity never before.

——"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."

——"I believe that Master Atobe, whose aesthetics is as dazzling as the sun, can do it."

"Stay sane." Keigo Atobe whispered, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, "That's natural." His tone was as arrogant and confident as that moment.

Keigo Atobe stood on the court, looking extremely arrogant and arrogant.

"Ninzuzu, she will come back." He said this - after a hearty tennis match, he said to Yushi Ninzuzu who was panting slightly on the opposite side of the court, determined and confident, without hesitation, and beyond doubt.

Ninata Yuuji heard some kind of deep affection and trust in that gorgeous voice.

She will be back.

No matter where she came from or where she went.

Is there anything more pleasurable in the world than someone you like also happens to like you deeply?

"She will definitely be back."

☆、Survival Handbook for Junior High School Students · End

The carved iron door was opened, and the girl with shoulder-length hair stood indifferently at the door.

From the iron gate to the mansion, there are two rows of servants standing in the mansion, one row of suits and leather shoes, and one row of maid outfits.

"Welcome home, Missy." They all said with half bows in unison.

"..." Bei Guran glanced over them indifferently, and finally turned to look at the old man, Bei Kuan, the housekeeper of the Bei family, "Ah Kuan, you are idle again." She said it in declarative sentences.

"Missy hasn't come back for a while." The white-haired but energetic old man said with a smile.

"How about parents?" Bei Guran walked in calmly, ignoring the two rows of servants.

"Master and Madam are very good, but I miss Missy a little bit." Bei Kuan still said with a smile, very kindly.

"Ah Kuan, you're joking again." Bei Guran said coldly, walking around the fountain.

Two young women in maid outfits lowered their heads and opened the door for Bei Guran.

"Ah Kuan never jokes." Bei Kuan said with a smile on his face, "Master and Madam must miss Missy very much."

"..." Bei Guran paused in silence, his expression so indifferent that no emotion could be seen, "Who has been here?"

"Apart from Missy's classmates, only a few cousins ​​of Missy's have come to visit Mrs. Master." Bei Kuan said gently.

"..." Bei Guran raised her head and glanced at the ceiling, it was extremely gorgeous—for some reason, it reminded her of the ceiling of the room in Buckingham Palace, the corners of her lips curved slightly, "I'll see Dad later mom."

"Okay Miss, Ah Kuan will prepare right away." Bei Kuan said with a faint smile.

"Prepare hot water, I want to take a shower first." Bei Guran walked up the stairs, "Also, I want to eat curry beef rice tonight," she thought for a few seconds, then added, "Japanese style, not , I mean Japanese cuisine."

Yes, this is her world, there are only Dongying Kingdom and Huaxia Kingdom, there is no so-called Japan and China.

"Good lady." Bei Kuan was a little surprised, but still complied.

Bei Guran walked upstairs and hurriedly pushed open the door of her own room.

Some maids came in and prepared hot water in the bathroom, but she didn't care, she went straight to the bed, and fell straight on her big bed, motionless.

Bei Guran lay on the bed, buried her face in the quilt, and took a deep breath. The tip of her nose lingered with a faint smell, which was the soft scent of flowers. The strong fragrance of roses was diluted. She had always been familiar with the smell—— Although roses are not her favorite flower, she prefers Clivia to roses.But the taste is very soft and very nice when diluted - a warm softness that is easy to indulge.

The smell of this bed - she's smelled it for 15 years.

She likes her own room, the light is not glaring after the window screen is drawn, and the tone is very light.

So she also likes the smell of the room in Atobe House.

"Miss, the hot water is ready."

Bei Guran opened his eyes suddenly, there was only a cold gleam in his eyes, rational and sober.

She reached out and grabbed the phone on the bedside table, dialed a number, "Preparing for a family meeting, the content is the selection of the next Patriarch." With only a short sentence, Bei Guran hung up the phone without even paying attention to the response on the phone Went to the bathroom.

It was already an hour later when Bei Guran came out of the bathroom.

Bei Guran changed into very formal clothes - not a dress skirt but a Hanfu, casually brushed his almost blow-dried hair, went downstairs indifferently under the bow of all the servants, and walked to the end of the corridor .

There is the ancestral hall, where all the ancestors of the Bei family lived.

Bei Guran put incense on the spirit tablet, his expression was indifferent from the beginning to the end.

Yes, Bei Guran's parents are naturally there too - she has been alone since five years ago, because of some accidents.

And since five years ago—she has to learn to control a family and a consortium, and since five years ago she has to learn to recognize money, and to judge calmly and rationally at all times—of course she knows a lot, because in the past five years Her life had to be filled with these things, it was not conditional - master it or be eliminated - luckily, she eventually learned it all and mastered it.

Of course, it is impossible for her to learn by herself. Everything she has was taught to her by Bei Kuan, the old man - Bei's housekeeper and his father's assistant.

And now...

Bei Guran stood there with his eyes slightly lowered, the shadow cast on his face, and his expression became somewhat obscure.

Bei Kuan smiled and closed the door of the ancestral hall, leaving only Bei Gu Ran in the room.

The room was very dark, and the flickering candles gave off a quiet and eerie coldness, but the corners of Bei Guran's lips, standing in front of the spirit tablet, showed a slight arc, "I'm back." She whispered, with a cold expression , but the cold voice showed a touch of rare softness in the dimness, "Probably... maybe there will be no way to come again in the future."

Bei Guran tilted her head, "I got everything here, but now I don't want it anymore." She spoke slowly.

Whether it's the position of the head of the family, the property of the Bei family, a good education, a life without worrying about food and clothing... She got it, but now, she doesn't want it anymore.

"I will live." Bei Guran knelt down quietly, "The Bei family will still be in charge of the Bei family, and I will go to my future."

Her voice was cold, almost heartless.

"This time I only choose myself." Bei Guran knelt down three times and stood up after a long silence.

A faint blue flame lit up in the ancestral hall, making the dark room even more eerie and eerie.

"...Parents, I'm sorry, but you said at that time that you hoped to find a son-in-law to marry you, but there is no chance." Bei Guran curled his lips, smiling very lightly, but it was gentle like never before, "But you guys I should like him. I am fifteen this year, and it may be too early to make a decision about my life like this. I have only known him for five months, and I am not careful or careful—but you know, my intuition has always been Very accurate, and I also like to gamble..." She paused for a long time, "No, it's just that I like him." Bei Guran said frankly.

Candles flickered in the ancestral hall.

She stood there for a long time, and said something in detail, her voice was light and seemed to have no emotion.

The candles burned down to their bases and went out one by one.

"Dong dong..." There was a knock on the door.

"Miss." Bei Kuan's gentle voice sounded, "It's time for dinner."

Bei Guran raised her eyebrows, but her eyes were still cold, "Then I'm leaving." She knelt down to the spirit tablet for the second time, and turned around without the slightest hesitation.

The gate of the ancestral hall opened.

Bei Kuan stood respectfully at the door, "Missy has been standing in the ancestral hall for so long, Mrs. Madam will feel distressed." He said in a gentle voice, his slightly aged voice was very kind and gentle, "Missy is not physically strong, you shouldn't Just a few hours at a time.”

"..." Bei Guran dragged his Han clothes and walked out, instead of answering his words, he asked another question, "Has the family meeting been called?"

"It's all here, just wait for the eldest lady." Bei Kuan said softly, as if sighing softly.

"..." Bei Guran raised his eyes and glanced at Bei Kuan, "Ah Kuan, your granddaughter is almost ten years old." Her tone was flat.

"Yes, it's an honor for the eldest miss to remember her." Bei Kuan said with a smile.

"I'm leaving." Bei Guran walked into the restaurant with an unmoved expression.

Bei Kuan was not surprised. He smiled gently and kindly and said, "Miss, please take care all the way."

"Yeah." Bei Guran sat down at the dining table and ate her beef curry rice unhurriedly - she was the only one eating at the huge dining table, it was extremely quiet, and she was wearing a Hanfu with large cuffs without disturbing her. It was obvious that she was used to the slightest disturbance.

A maid stepped forward and bowed respectfully, "Miss, Miss Ren Miaomiao is here."

Bei Guran raised his eyebrows lightly, "Let her in."

As soon as the words fell, I heard a crisp voice, "A Bei."

"..." Bei Guran put down his chopsticks and spoon, and glanced sideways at the girl who was wearing light-colored short-sleeved sleeves and a rabbit ear hood. If you walk with your eyes closed and drop something, you have to pay for it.”

The girl had already leaned in front of Bei Guran, and it took a long time before she responded dully: "Oh." There was nothing else.

"..." Bei Guran turned his gaze back to his plate, "Have you got it?"

"I got it." The girl tilted her head, revealing her slightly rounded chin.

She took out a USB flash drive from her pocket, "Just plug it into the computer."

"..." Bei Guran wiped his mouth unhurriedly, and pushed away the empty plate, "Any computers?"

"Well, any computer connected to the Internet." The girl nodded.

"Virus?" Bei Guran put away the USB flash drive and stood up calmly.

"It's just a procedure," the girl said.

"Wait here." Bei Guran nodded casually and left the restaurant.

"Oh." The girl responded, and after a while she asked as if she had come to her senses, "Is there anything else, Ah Bei?"

But Bei Guran had disappeared.

"Miss Ren, please wait a moment in the living room. The eldest lady has to deal with some matters, and it may take some time." Bei Kuan explained to the girl with a smile on his face, "Do you need anything?"

The girl tilted her head, as if she didn't understand what he was saying, and finally said slowly: "I'm hungry."

"Is there anything you want to eat today?" Beikuan's face remained unchanged, he still smiled, not surprised by the girl's words at all.

The girl raised her face, the hood completely covered her eyes, and said bluntly under Bei Kuan's smiling face, "Apple pie."

"Okay, please wait here for a while." Bei Kuan smiled gently and kindly.

"Oh." The girl nodded slowly, and asked bluntly before Bei Kuan left, "What did Ah Bei do?"

"Missy went to preside over the family meeting." Bei Kuan didn't mind the girl's attitude, or rather, he was very used to the girl's casualness and slowness—because Ren Miaomiao was Miss Bei Guran's junior high school classmate. I often come to the Beijia mansion to play, and I am very familiar with the Beijia mansion.

The girl grabbed the rabbit ears on her hood and sat down at the table.

It was getting dark outside the window.

"This station reports that the global network paralysis that occurred at [-]:[-] noon has been restored..."

"...The cause of the network paralysis has not yet been verified...Experts pointed out that it is very likely that a network program virus was accidentally generated when the network program was running. The automatic update software can be cracked, so there is no need to panic..."

The sky is blue and white clouds, the sun is fine, a female announcer is reporting the latest news on the big TV screens on the streets of Tokyo.

But these news will not affect the hard-working teenagers on the tennis court.

In August, the National Tennis Tournament in Japan.

The Bingdi's support group is still strong--the Bingdi, who fought against Qingxue for the second time and was defeated, is coming fiercely.

The match has reached the last match of the singles - Keigo Hioteijibe vs. Ryoma Seigaku Echizen - the most critical tennis match to decide which side to advance to.

This is an unimaginably protracted battle.

The blue sky and the dazzling sun gradually turned into the setting sun.

As the game progressed, the audience gradually turned from a kind of excitement to a tense silence.

With the tiebreak unable to open two points - and the game unable to end - everyone held their breath and stared intently at the pitch.

Ball after ball.

No one would let anyone have a ball.

The mental power of the two teenagers on the court became more and more concentrated.

Running, jumping, hitting, and returning the ball...the two of them who are the only ones fighting for the victory of their respective teams put everything on the line.

Whether to advance to the next round or stop at the national competition... It's just this small difference of one goal.

No one noticed a thinner figure outside the tennis court, who appeared at some unknown time, a girl wearing a kimono-like outfit, with loose hair and a cold expression, as if she had stepped out of an ink painting.

But she was dragging a modern suitcase that didn't fit her ancient clothes—although the suitcase was painted with beautiful Clivia, which was quite ink style, it couldn't be concealed that it was a modern item.

The soft orange light of the setting sun dragged her shadow very, very long.

The breeze gently lifted her dark green and light green clothes with light texture. She used her fingertips to hook her shoulder-length hair lifted by the wind, and her face was projected on the ground to draw soft lines.

She quietly and indifferently watched the purple-gray short-haired boy in the tennis court.

Striving and dazzling, dominate the world.

The two teenagers on the field seemed to be stuck in a stalemate. Their physical strength was at its limit, and they persisted only by their mental strength, unwilling to retreat, unwilling to give in, and unwilling to surrender, until both of them lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

The girl tilted her head, staring at Atobe Keigo and frowned slightly when she stood up again.

Echizen Ryoma climbed up to serve again under the call of his teammates Aigaku—but Keigo Atobe stood there without responding.

He has lost consciousness.

119:117

Qingxue won.

There was only Qingxue's cheers on the court, and everyone in the ice emperor tennis club straightened their lips and bowed their heads.

The girl stood there for a while, looking at the back of Keigo Atobe, the proud young man who wants to dominate the world even if he loses consciousness——she finally relaxed her brows, and dragged her suitcase to the tennis court slowly. Go to the entrance.

The small wheels of the suitcase made a gurgling sound when rolling on the flat ground, and the long skirt fluttered lightly, standing very elegant in the wind.

She stopped at the gate of the tennis court with a cold expression.

"Hey you--"

"That is--"

The Ice Emperor Tennis Club members and the Tennis Club support team were the first to discover the girl standing in front of them, and they all exclaimed.

"What are you all doing here!" Shindo Ryo, who was behind the line, shouted with some displeasure.

The girl tilted her head, her expression still cold.

Everyone involuntarily moved out of the way, and at the end of the road was Putting on his coat and preparing to walk out to Jingwu Atobe——Jingwu Atobe saw Bei Guran wearing a light green and dark green Hanfu almost at a glance, and was startled at first, His eyebrows raised, "What are you doing standing here?" He asked Bei Guran who was far away from him, very naturally, as if Bei Guran had never left.

"My house is smelling of paint, find someone to take it for a night." Bei Guran said frankly.

Atobe Keigo was stunned, and suddenly laughed, "You woman is getting more and more brazen."

"It's a great honor to be praised." Bei Guran said.

"..." Atobe Jingwu tilted his head, stared at Bei Guran for a long time, and then said to the tennis club and the support team, "Go back first."

The main players of the Tennis Club sent their resentful eyes and brainwaves called "I'm Curious" to Keigo Atobe, and it hit Keigo Atobe's forehead—Keigo Atobe's eyelids twitched, and his face turned dark—everything People scattered.

From a distance, Momoshiro Takeshi from Qingxue shouted again: "Youth is so good, youth!"

Atobe Keigo rubbed the center of his brows, then looked north to Gu Ran again.

Standing in the setting sun, the lines of Bei Guran's face were softened by the orange light, and there was a faint smile on his indifferent face.

Keigo Atobe stepped forward suddenly, his eyes glanced sharply at the bushes, bushes, and behind the buildings—many tennis club boys who were squatting, lying, and hiding were full of curiosity and gossip—the expressions were calm and calm. Without changing his face, he did something that broke everyone's glasses and jaws.

He stretched out his arms to wrap around Bei Guran's waist, and suddenly hugged her into his arms.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"..." Bei Guran lost weight for a moment, and fell into that warm and powerful embrace.

A very light breath poured in from the nostrils, mixed with an aggressive smell of the diluted rose fragrance, but one couldn't help but sink into it.

Before she could recover, she heard him talking.

"The opera appreciation session is over." Keigo Atobe pressed his chin on the top of Bei Guran's head, his voice was a little hoarse after the strenuous exercise, and it was still as deep and magnetic as a cello performance, elegant and gorgeous.

"En." Bei Guran responded.

The Ice Emperor Opera Appreciation Meeting was in July, and it is now August.

"You're late." Atobe Keigo whispered.

One month late.

"Yeah." Bei Guran's face was almost buried in his arms.

"Aren't you leaving?" Atobe Keigo asked while tilting his head.

"Yes." Bei Guran still replied the same.

"Then do you still want to see it?" Atobe Keigo raised his eyebrows, the corners of his lips slightly raised, as if extremely happy.

"Master Atobe, is he planning to arrange another opera appreciation meeting to show that Master Atobe is dazzling and gorgeous?" Bei Guran said.

"My uncle is the king of Ice Emperor." Keigo Atobe said proudly, "Naturally, it is gorgeous all the time."

"Well...the new hairstyle is quite gorgeous." Bei Guran said seriously.

Atobe Keigo lost his bet before the game because he lost to Echizen Ryoma, so he shaved his slightly raised hair short.

"..." Keigo Atobe was silent for a while, and slapped her on the top of her head, neither light nor heavy, "No matter what kind of hairstyle it is, it won't affect my beauty." He said.

"Where's the big back?" Bei Guran continued to speak seriously, but there was a teasing smile in his eyes.

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

"Hmm..." Bei Guran tilted his head, and the warm air he breathed was below his neckline, "Master Atobe is an omnipotent king, and he should be able to control the big back."

"..." Keigo Atobe was silent for a while, let go of his mouth, and took a step back, "There is one thing——"

"Huh?" Bei Guran tilted his head.

"If there is one thing you can do, you have to ask." Atobe Jingwu's deep blue phoenix eyes locked on Bei Guran, the sharpness was terrifying, but there was a faint light of unknown meaning, such eyes seemed to look into Bei Guran in essence In the depths of Ran's eyes.

There is a faintly extremely powerful and aggressive momentum rushing towards his face.

Atobe Keigo is like a blade, awe-inspiring, sharp and terrifying, and every inch of his breath is thrilling.

Bei Guran narrowed his eyes slightly, and there seemed to be some voice talking in his ear.

——"A Bei, why do you want to go back?"

--"debt."

——"Are you not coming back?"

--"Ok."

— "Who owes you? Or do you owe whom?"

——"Probably...all of them."

Even in front of the awe-inspiring and sharp blade, he still does not change his face, strong, confident and arrogant, cool and quiet and restrained, Bei Guran is like a scabbard of excellent quality-the only scabbard of Keigo Atobe.

Keigo Atobe's elegant voice like the ending of a violin is so intoxicating, as sharp and gentle as a blade, "I am the king of Ice Emperor, would you like to be my queen?"

——"All of them?"

——"Well, because it's a debt that I haven't paid off and I don't want to pay off."

Bei Guran curled his lips and smiled, his cold eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved in the soft light of the setting sun, which was particularly stunning and moving.

"it is good."

☆、Survival Handbook for Junior High School Students · End

In the new semester in September, a Chinese student was transferred from Group A of the third grade of Ice Empire Middle School.

It is said that she looks almost exactly like the former vice president of the Ice Empire Central Student Union who died of illness.

It is said that her grades are so good that she can compete with Emperor Atobe Keigo of the Ice Emperor.

It is said that she used to live in China, and she just transferred to the middle of Japan's Ice Empire this year.

It is said that she is Keigo Atobe's deskmate.

It is said that she looks very beautiful in Hanfu.

It is said that her luck is enviable.

It is said that she has a deep relationship with the Emperor of the Ice Emperor.

It is said that although she is not the vice president of the Ice Emperor Student Union, she has the same rights in the student union.

It is said that...

A new discussion started on the Bingdi alumni exchange site, with endless posts and countless follow-up posts, gossip, advertisements, accumulating points, passing by soy sauce to buy cotton, and the accumulation of floors has reached a new high. The topics besides those few eternal things Princes in the tennis club, complaints about daily life, peach blossom fans who resumed work in September—the most are the new transfer students.

Most importantly, her name is Bei Guran.

Bei, the beautiful woman in the north, looks forward to the beautiful Gu, and is at ease.

North Gu Ran.

October, sunny Friday afternoon.

The sound of tennis balls hitting the wall can be heard from the tennis courts of Buckingham Palace in Atobe.

There are tables, chairs and umbrellas that can cover the whole set of tables and chairs with shadows. Bei Guran is sitting on the chair, leaning against the back of the chair and reading a book.

There was a sound of tennis balls hitting, Bei Guran grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the table and threw it to the tennis court without raising his head, Keigo Atobe easily reached out to catch it, "Can't you give my uncle a move?" ?”

"Too lazy to move." Bei Guran calmly turned a page of the book and said in a flat tone.

"If it's not that you are too lazy to move, would I want to drink plain water?" Keigo Atobe unscrewed the bottle cap and said.

Bei Guran turned the pages of the book unhurriedly, "Master Atobe, what would you like to drink? After leaving the tennis court, turn right and there are two rows of maids waiting for orders."

"..." Atobe Jingwu gave Bei Guran a sideways glance, drank a few sips of water, put the cap back on the bottle, and threw Bei Guran, "Only you dare to be so perfunctory to me, you are getting more and more courageous, huh?"

"The best choice for replenishing water after a lot of exercise is white water, Master Atobe." Bei Guran put the mineral water on the table and raised his eyebrows.

"Of course I know." Atobe Jingwu looked at Bei Guran, his eyes as sharp as ever, "I mean your body is going to rust, Bei Guran."

Bei Guran thought about it for a while, closed the book with a snap, and turned his head to look at Keigo Atobe, "Mental exercise consumes more energy than physical exercise."

"This is not directly related to the weakening of your physical fitness as a result of your avoidance of physical exercise." Keigo Atobe said with his hands folded, without being disturbed by her words at all, and directly pointed out the essence, "In fact, mental exercise cannot replace physical exercise, even if it consumes Without energy, the body's reaction speed will also be dulled."

"But it is not necessary for people to maintain a strong physical fitness." Bei Guran said, "Being strong is to live a long life, but not everyone expects to live a long life."

"Or are you looking forward to life in the hospital?" Keigo Atobe raised his eyebrows nicely.

Bei Guran's expression paused, and he said seriously: "I passed the physical test, Master Atobe."

"Nearly passing the test means that the body is below the normal standard." Keigo Atobe began to play tennis against the wall.

"..." Bei Guran casually picked up a tennis ball and threw it at Atobe Keigo, and he caught it easily. The two balls hit the wall at the same time, "Tell me, your real purpose, Master Atobe." She The tone of voice is slow.

Keigo Atobe raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Tomorrow is Saturday."

"Today is Friday and tomorrow is Saturday. I know common sense, Master Atobe." Bei Guran said seriously.

A ball hit Bei Guran lightly on the forehead. Keigo Atobe chased the ball while running, increasing the force of hitting the ball and speeding up the ball. "That's not what I'm talking about," he said.

"You asked me to measure for a dress two weeks ago." Bei Guran rested his chin on one hand, and seemed to understand what he meant.

"And you chose green." Keigo Atobe's face darkened slightly, "Are you a green vegetable, it's green every time."

"The school uniform is not green." Bei Guran said.

"Except for the school uniform, which of your clothes is not green?" Keigo Atobe asked, "Is the botanical garden open in the closet?"

"Not all plants are green, Master Atobe." Bei Guran said calmly, "Actually, I originally wanted to transfer to Qinggaku, and the girls' school uniforms in Qingxue are green."

Hearing that Keigo Atobe swung his racket hard, the ball hit the wall and left a deep rounding mark, and it did not bounce back but stopped turning and landed gently - and at this moment Keigo Atobe had already walked to the north Next to Gu Ran, he bent down, put his hands on the armrest and approached Bei Gu Ran, and slowly narrowed his phoenix eyes, "You said just now that you want to go to Qingxue?"

"The green school uniform is very much in line with my wishes." Bei Guran said indifferently to Atobe Keigo's sharp eyes.

"Where does that kind of thing meet the aesthetic conditions?" Keigo Atobe's tone was rather bad.

"Green is a relaxing color, Master Atobe." Bei Guran said, "And the court is also green."

"..." Keigo Atobe was silent for a moment, "The green color of the stadium has no direct relationship with the green color of the school uniform, Bei Guran." He squinted his eyes with awe-inspiring sharp light, and still maintained a fairly calm judgment on her words.

"Just a little association, if Master Atobe doesn't like green, it's not suitable for practicing on the tennis court." Bei Guran said quite indifferently.

Atobe Keigo pointed her finger between her brows, "Your words are always nonsense that sound reasonable."

Bei Guran patted his hand all at once, with a cold expression, "Correct means distorting the facts, but in fact I didn't distort the facts, Master Atobe."

"..." Keigo Atobe stared at her for a while.

Cold, awe-inspiring, intertwined with a crisp sound when the blade and scabbard collide.

Still so tit for tat, still so unrelenting...

"It really blinded the local tyrant's version of titanium alloy dog ​​eyes." Before they continued this topic, they had diverted countless times of arguments—or verbal fights? ——I heard a voice tease like this.

"..." Atobe Keigo turned his head and glanced, his expression was not necessarily embarrassing - or it would be more appropriate to say that he was calm and composed.

Arimi Watanabe stood there with her arms folded.

Atobe Keigo straightened up, took the towel handed over by Bei Guran, and looked at Arimi Watanabe with sharp eyes.

Watanabe Yumi, who accurately captured a certain displeasure in Keigo Atobe's eyes, spread his hands, "I'm only here as a postman to deliver things to Shang, and she may not be able to arrive tomorrow."

"..." Keigo Atobe scanned the transition, without speaking, wiped the sweat off his face with a towel and walked out of the tennis court.

It wasn't until Atobe Keigo disappeared around the corner that Watanabe Yumi rubbed his little heart to wipe away his sweat.

Are those eyes too sharp?It's really frightening.

"When did I offend the Ice Emperor's king?" Watanabe asked beside Bei Guran.

"..." Bei Guran opened the book again, "He just recently learned that I lived in your house for four months by accident."

"Hey, my lord queen, are you sure you didn't retaliate against me?" Watanabe Yumi rubbed his hair, his expression was always lazy, without the slightest nervousness, "At any rate, I can also be regarded as witnessing the crystallization of the love of boys and girls. People, right? Although it is not as important as a catalyst, you can’t treat me as a stepping stone—My lord queen, if you do this, you will be struck by lightning sooner or later.”

"It turns out that my luck has always been better than yours, so you are probably the one who was struck by lightning." Bei Guran said indifferently.

"..." Watanabe looked at Bei Guran without frustration.

Well, he didn't win.

"When will Ah Shang's treatment end?" Bei Guran asked unhurriedly while reading the book.

"It's estimated that the next few days will be over, but she is not sure whether she will be there tomorrow." Watanabe Yumi shrugged.

Bei Guran ignored him when he heard the answer.

Watanabe raised his eyebrows, "Did you do the global network crash in August?"

"I don't have hacking skills." Bei Guran said indifferently.

"The global network paralysis has not caused any impact." Yumi Watanabe said, with a faint smile on his lips, and a dark light in his eyes, "You were not included in the entry and exit records of Japan in August and before, but that time After the global network crashed, your entry record suddenly appeared." He tilted his head, "If you are not Hino Akemi, and Hino Akemi has passed away, then I can also assume that all your information in China is also false."

"That's the real file." Bei Guran said, turning a page of the book, "How many T's do you have in your brain?"

"Isn't it G before?" Watanabe asked subconsciously.

"Comparing all the data, there is no way to analyze it without a storage capacity of more than T." Bei Guran said flatly.

"..." Watanabe Yumi twitched his eyelids, "I dare you to think of me as a smart computer."

"No, it's a multifunctional knife." Bei Guran said.

Watanabe held his forehead undeterred, rubbed his hair and left, "You will also be the protagonist tomorrow, but I think you won't feel nervous."

"First, I don't think I will be the protagonist tomorrow; second, there is no need for such a thing as tension." Bei Guran's eyes fell on the pages of the book, and something flickered in his brownish eyes.

Watanabe Yumi waved his hand, "If you don't want to talk about the data files and network paralysis, forget it."

Bei Guran raised his face slightly, and kept his gaze on the blue sky.

The dossier was real, it was just an incomplete dossier—a dossier planted directly from her world into this world.

The data program was rewritten in such a way that the hacker virus invaded the global network, and her existence in China in this world was added—by Bei Gu Ran's name and Bei Gu Ran's identity.

The global network paralysis and database rewriting that can be achieved with only a USB flash drive and a computer connected to the Internet can only be done by those in her world who transcend common sense—just as they can transcend common sense and bring her to this world Ren Miaomiao, the girl in the school - her god-like super-intuition is really nothing compared to her classmates.

She is from China, and her name is Bei Guran.

It is a country that respects ghosts and gods and stays away—yes, there are existences in Huaxia that surpass human common sense.

That world, that Huaxia country, is a mysterious country full of unknowns.

She didn't know who were ordinary people, and who were supernatural creatures coming out of which corner.

Most importantly, she learned everything there, ended up here and chose to stay here, and can only be a Chinese student who immigrated to Japan-yes, she is now just a student who does not use Hanfu as a Formal attire, Chinese students who do not have etiquette, music, archery, imperial horse, calligraphy and painting, technology as the modern compulsory six arts.

Bei Guran is no longer an ordinary citizen of that strange and mysterious Huaxia Kingdom...

And compared to the world that may have super-common sense, everything in this world operates on simple principles-or it can be called scientific truth.

It's not that she can't go back—but with Ren Miaomiao's lost attributes, she probably has no chance.

Moreover, she didn't want to go back.

Bei Guran withdrew his gaze, just in time to see Atobe Keigo who came back after changing clothes, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

Tomorrow—Saturday, October [-]th.

The next day, October [-]th, yes, Keigo Atobe's birthday.

The birthday dinner was held as scheduled.

The birthday party of King Ice Emperor Keigo Atobe was extremely grand.

First of all, not to mention his identity as the young master of the Zabu chaebol, his own excellence is enough to attract attention.

And Bei Guran's dress—the dark green dress that was criticized by Atobe Keigo as useless and without aesthetic feeling was finally delivered a day earlier at Bei Guran's insistence and put on at the banquet.

At the birthday banquet, there were staggered toasts, gorgeous streamers, and exquisite decorations... There were many people