Peach Blossom Debt

The sound of whispered conversation.

This is Japanese high society.

That’s right, this is Japan’s high society, although this banquet still features the students of Hyotei as the main participants—after all, Keigo Atobe is still a 15-year-old boy, and his father is also capable enough to control the giant ship of the Atobe Zaibatsu. It's not that Keigo Atobe was pushed out early - this is of course not to say that Keigo Atobe is not good enough, but that Keigo Atobe can still enjoy his middle school life.

For example, Keigo Atobe did not have any worries after receiving the notice to participate in the U-17 tennis training in November. Jing Wu still retains the right to do what he likes in his 15-year-old youth, instead of betting his outstanding talents on the Atobe Zaibatsu early on.

In any case, Hyotei is a microcosm of Japanese high society.

So it's no surprise that this birthday party is getting a lot of attention.

But anyway... It shouldn't be like this. Sitting upstairs in the small living room with a few acquaintances before the banquet to play the game of kings - Keigo Atobe and Bei Guran were pulled into the room to play this game Rarely, I was stunned—and those familiar people were none other than Yushi Ninzuzu, Hito Hito, Hikichi Waka, Shindo Ryo, Hocho Taro, Kawaji Takahiro, Akutagawa Jiro, Taki Oginosuke, Asakura Waka and Watanabe Yumi of Momoka Fan.

King game - use poker cards A to K, that is, 1 to 13, as ordinary cards. The number of ordinary cards is determined according to the number of people. The ghost card is the king card. The ghost card is the king, and the rest are commoners. Numbers; then the king asks 2 to 3 people to do any one thing without knowing the numbers of the civilians and his own number, and it is even possible to hit himself. The person who is hit must obey the order.

"..." After listening to the introduction of the rules, Bei Guran narrowed his eyes slightly, his cold eyes flicked to the side.

"..." Keigo Atobe ran his fingers through his hair, but did not express his opinion.

Yumi Watanabe, who was holding the playing cards, suddenly felt goosebumps on his back, but he rubbed his face, smiled stiffly and said, "Let's start."

"Dong Dong—" At this moment, someone knocked on the door.

"Can I participate?" The gentle voice that followed was like a spring breeze.

The girl standing at the door of the room has soft and beautiful warm orange long hair and bright and clean warm orange eyes, with a slight smile on her lips, which is incredibly warm and soft.

"A Shang..."

Everyone was stunned, and it took a long time to recover from the shock of Qian Yushang's posture standing at the door.

Asahi Shang who got out of the wheelchair...

That's right——Asayuma who finally stood up again after two years, who came here with his own legs instead of the help of a wheelchair...

Such a warm and gentle Qian Yushang, sincere and bright eyes, and a lively and energetic look - which amazed everyone - are really beautiful things.

Just like the excellent girl I met two years ago, no, she is more gentle, dignified, optimistic and warm than before.

Qian Yushang is an exquisite interpretation of the eminent family.

She smiled lightly, as gentle as ever - but everyone could see the joy that was about to overflow in her warm eyes at the moment, and people couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"Can I participate in the game?" Qian Yushang said with a smile.

Watanabe Yumi blinked at Asahi Yuma, and gave her a seat, "Of course." He shrugged and said.

Qian Yushang curled his lips and smiled meaningfully, gentle and mischievous.

"..." Suddenly the room was filled with a mischievous and malicious atmosphere.

Sensing this weird atmosphere, Keigo Atobe and Bei Guran looked at each other and raised their eyebrows almost at the same time.

Although they all realized that something was wrong, they didn't know what the tennis club and Taohuafan, who suddenly appeared to play the game, were going to do—so their decision was to wait and see what happened.

The draw of the game began, and everyone got their own poker numbers.

"No. 5 confesses to No. 1 in German."

In the first game, Ninja Yuuji was the king, he pushed his glasses and gave the order with a smile.

"..." There was silence for five seconds.

Atobe Keigo raised his eyebrows and opened the 5 of hearts, and said to Bei Guran who had opened the ace of hearts, "Ichliebedich." His voice was as deep as the end of a violin, very pleasant to hear.

Bei Guran tilted his head, his expression was cold, and he didn't speak.

Everyone held up their cards and looked like they were watching the show.

In the second game, Rijiruo was the king, he looked around the crowd with great interest before saying: "Number 7 confessed to No. 9 in French."

Atobe Keigo tilted his head, and said to Bei Guran who had opened the 9 of Hearts, "Jet'aime."

"En." Bei Guran responded indifferently.

"Oh~" several people booed.

In the third game, Ma Cangruo was the king. He smiled and curled his lips like a cat's mouth. His dark green eyes stared deeply at the 12 people sitting there.

"The 13th confessed to the 2nd in Greek," he said.

Atobe Keigo didn't even move his brows, and said directly to Bei Guran who had opened the heart 2: "S'agapo."

Bei Guran glanced at Ma Cangruo, who was smiling.

In the fourth round, Xiang Riyue was the king, and his eyes swept over everyone.

"No. 3 confesses to No. 5 in Danish."

"JegElskerDig." Keigo Atobe accurately captured Kita Guran holding the 5 of Hearts,

Bei Guran lowered his eyes.

Everyone stopped booing, but their eyes were filled with narrow-mindedness and gossip.

In the fifth game, Asagi Yushang was the king, she smiled softly, "Please tell number 4 to tell number 11 in Italian."

"TiAmo." Atobe Keigo raised the corners of his lips, as if looking at Bei Guran with pleasure, he said unhurriedly.

Bei Guran still lowered his eyes indifferently, seemingly unmoved.

In the sixth game, Akutagawa Jiro was the king. He yawned, his eyes were full of sleepiness, and he rubbed his sleepy eyes for a long time before he said slowly: "Please... the 13th confesses to the 2nd... Korean..."

Keigo Atobe looked at Bei Guran calmly opened Heart 2, with a gorgeous and elegant voice, "SarangHeyo."

In the seventh game, Ma Cangruo was the king again, this time he said without even looking up: "No. 3 confessed to No. 2 in Spanish."

"TeAmo." Atobe Keigo stared at Bei Guran with his long and narrow phoenix eyes, his eyes were as sharp and gentle as a blade.

……

This discerning person knew at a glance that the game of kings that had been manipulated by the black box continued until 10 minutes before the opening of the birthday party with the acquiescence of the parties involved.

"I like you, I like you, I like you—"

What in the world is more beautiful than this sentence?

What in the world is more exciting than the person you like also deeply likes yourself?

There is nothing in the world more heart-pounding than love.

I don't know how many confessions in different languages, I don't know how many sentences I like you, as if to respond to the thousand "I like you" in different languages ​​that Bei Guran left at that time - she wrote it a thousand times, and he said a thousand times.

……

There are only 10 minutes left until the birthday dinner starts.

Bei Guran and Atobe Keigo stood in the corridor, and everyone else went to the hall.

"You knew it before?" Bei Guran glanced at Keigo Atobe standing in front of her indifferently at this moment, and asked.

"No." Atobe Keigo raised his eyebrows and glanced at Bei Guran's cold face, and replied with a faint smile, "I just said that I would create an opportunity with Watanabe to respond to that letter. I didn't know in advance whether it was Such a black box operation."

"..." Bei Guran tilted his head, wondering what he was thinking.

Watanabe Yumi, Asakura Waka, and Asaba Mori definitely participated in it—especially Watanabe Yumi.

A hand suddenly covered Bei Guran's cheek.

She raised her face and stared at Keigo Atobe in front of her without blinking.

The breath seemed to be intertwined, scorchingly warm.

Atobe Keigo put one palm on Bei Guran's face, and gradually got close to her, with a smile overflowing from the corner of his eyes, he said unhurriedly, "Hey, Bei Guran, you are blushing." His face was so red that even his fingers were so red. You can touch the extremely scorching temperature.

"..." Bei Guran didn't speak, but still looked at him indifferently.

However, under the reflection of the light in the corridor, a faint blush did appear on the cold face.

"Let's make the cake again." Atobe Keigo suddenly said to Bei Guran with an arrogant and eye-catching smile.

"Isn't Master Atobe afraid of killing someone this time?" Bei Guran raised his eyebrows.

"I want to eat this time, can't I?" Keigo Atobe's tone was as malicious as he said a few months ago, "Her cake may kill the person who eats it".

He brushed the hair around her ear, took Bei Guran's hand and walked out.

The hall was extremely dark, and all the guests were assembled—and the red-carpeted staircase was extremely sparkling and bright under the lights.

"Of course, but the birthday noodles are still cakes, so you can only choose one." Bei Guran said without changing his expression, his voice was very soft but accurately reached Atobe Jingwu's ears.

"..." Atobe Jingwu glanced at Bei Guran when he heard the words.

"..." Bei Guran raised his eyes with a very indifferent expression, and the corners of his lips slowly curved into a very shallow arc.

The tense and thrilling relative aura seemed to surge between the two of them again, like the collision of the blade and the scabbard, with a crisp sound.

"Don't think about winning every time, Bei Guran." He said sharply.

"Master Atobe occasionally has to think about losing." She said indifferently.

They had come within sight of all the guests and stopped almost at the same time.

"This time, my uncle is sure to win." He raised his brows slightly, his eyes showed a little complacency, and his voice was kept low.

"Isn't the next thing Master Atobe wants to do next is to admit defeat?" Her tone was light, her eyebrows and eyes slightly curved.

"No." Atobe Jingwu narrowed his eyes slowly, his phoenix eyes were sharp and terrifying, he fished Bei Guran out of the corridor, "This is a declaration of war."

The people in the hall stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of them.

"Welcome everyone to my uncle's birthday party." Atobe Keigo spoke softly without waiting for Bei Guran to reply, turning his head and looking at everyone in the hall.His gorgeous and arrogant voice has a low-key charm, like the elegant movement played by the end of the violin, so proud and luxurious, writing youth with arrogance, and describing life with arrogance, "Today, my uncle only said one thing——"

The audience was silent, and everyone subconsciously raised their heads slightly to watch the pair of 15-year-old boy and girl following the sound.

Under the lights, boys and girls stand side by side, dazzling.

If Atobe Keigo is an unrivaled, sharp and terrifying blade, Bei Guran is a calm and restrained scabbard with excellent quality.

A unique match.

If Atobe Keigo is a boy as dazzling as the sun, Bei Guran is a girl as cold as a crescent moon.

The combination of the sun and the moon.

If Keigo Atobe is the king...

Many years later, those present may have forgotten why they attended that banquet, and even forgotten many things including the names of the boys and girls, but they will firmly and deeply remember the sharp-eyed, imposing boy and girl The incomparable dazzling light when the cold, indifferent, quiet and introverted girl stood above; there was also a sound of panting, the boy embraced the girl's waist, pressed the girl's chin and fell—the heavy, unrelenting Hesitant...but a kiss full of cherished feelings.

There is no need to post on the alumni exchange site, spread it widely, or discuss it...

This picture -

Only this image and that arrogant declaration are deeply imprinted on the tip of my heart... turning into an indescribable shock.

——"My uncle is the king, and only she, Bei Guran, is my queen."

——Only he can have her, only she can stand by his side.

If he is king, make her queen.

Since he is king, she must be queen.

The End.

Nothingisending.

The author has something to say: If there is any relationship that can make people envious, it must be the mutual gratification.

I'm a firm believer in this - how wonderful it is that the person I like also happens to like me deeply.

Yes, this is the end of the text.

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