[Hunter anti-wear] unique

Come on, He Yan still didn't make any progress. Even though she searched a lot of information about the author of the hunter, she was still at a loss. On the contrary, she didn't know what happened to Fei Tan, and she didn't hurry to urge him, and she had less time to torture her.The relationship between the two of them is no longer filled with gunpowder, although it is only Fei Tan's unilateral action and Yan Yan's unilateral suffering.

"Is this woman related to what you are looking for?"

"I don't know, probably not."

"Trouble, kill."

"No, I will solve it myself, and I will help you go back, at least you don't interfere with me."

Boom, Fei Tan picked up a book and slammed it on He Yan's head.

"what!"

"Heyan?! What's wrong with you?"

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I suddenly have a headache."

"Study doesn't have to be too hard, it's good to take it slow."

"Well, thank you teacher."

Heyan is a good student, a very good student, so good that the teachers care about her students even though she is not Japanese.

-

In a small forest at the corner of the deserted campus.The few girls who were leaning or leaning were all looking towards the entrance of the forest.One of the blond long-haired girls pulled the drooping leaves impatiently.

"Miss Kurosaki?" A girl next to her asked cautiously.

"What are you doing?! Shirt?!" Kurosaki Mirai angrily threw away the leaves that were about to become juice, with an irritable tone.

The girl named Kami observed Kurosaki's expression: "Is she not coming?"

"She dares?!" Herosaki stared at her shirt, and then she thought that maybe there was a possibility, that Chinese student looked like he was not afraid of anything.

Seeing Herosaki's expression, Shangshan knew that she had also thought of it: "How about we check her information, find her weaknesses, and give her a fatal blow?"

"You think so beautifully, she is not Japanese! Where can I find out?!"

"This one……"

"Don't think about it, I'm here." Heyan entered from outside the woods, walked in front of them, expressionless, just stared at Kurosaki Mirai without saying a word.

She never knew that the Japanese could hold grudges with just an apology. She just wanted to earn enough scholarships in this school, and then leave Japan and embark on the journey back to her homeland.

However, who knew that there were such a group of people in this school, which made her unable to rest in peace.

"Heyan, you are so brave!" Kurosaki narrowed his eyes and said loudly to Heyan.

He Yan sighed: "It's not a matter of courage, I'm here to tell you, let's reconcile."

"Okay..." Kurosaki kneaded the freshly picked leaves in his hands, and his voice was slightly lowered, "Then just be obedient and let us beat you hard!"

"Ah, I'm going to sleep and someone will disturb me!" A clear murmur came from one end of the branch, and Heyan and Kurosaki looked up subconsciously.

A few rays of sunlight shone through the slits of the branches, the goose-yellow hair lay softly on the boy's head, the boy squinted his eyes lazily, and the corners of his mouth drooped in dissatisfaction.

"Akutagawa, Akutagawa why are you here?" Kurosaki looked a little flustered.

"Sleep, I finally heard your high voice." The boy supported the tree trunk with one hand, turned over and jumped down, "Kurosaki, can you stop being so arrogant."

"You!" Kurosaki put his hands on his hips, staring at the boy with bright blue eyes, "You, I can't stop talking to you!"

On the side with He Yan holding her forehead, she felt that what she had thought before was correct. Herosaki is a pampered young lady. As long as someone said something to her that was not in line with her, she would treat that person Hostile.

"Oh, it's up to you." The boy spread his hands.

"Hmph, let's go!" Kurosaki snorted heavily, clenched his fists, and took a group of people away with big strides.

"Hey!" Heyan yelled towards Kurosaki's back, "Can we just let it go?"

"No!" Kurosaki left an imposing word without turning his head.

"What is this?" He Yan Wangtian.

The boy asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"

"You don't understand Chinese." He Yan waved his hand, said helplessly, and was about to turn around and leave.

The boy stopped He Yan's leaving figure with a stride, and frowned: "I helped you just now, so you have to do me a favor too!"

He Yan's expression froze, and he took a step back subconsciously, leaving the goose yellow head: "When did you help me?"

"Just now!"

"Just now? Please, I could have settled this matter today. If you get involved with me, won't you still be entangled in this matter!" He Yan became angry when he mentioned just now, and just now because of I quarreled with Fei Tan about this matter, and I was in a bad mood.

"Eh? But they want to beat you..."

"I have a way to prevent them from fighting!" He Yan yelled at him.

The goose-haired boy stood there aggrieved, with tears in his eyes staring at He Yan intently.

He Yan paused for a while to ease his mood. The young man's behavior was kind, and she couldn't be too unkind: "I'm sorry...you helped me drive them away, what do you want me to do for you?"

"Great!" The young man immediately turned from cloudy to sunny, his tears turned into smiles, and he was about to leave with He Yan.

"Wait! You have to say it first, I'm deciding whether I can help you!"

"You can do it for sure!"

"What, what?!" He Yan was dragged to walk by the young man, thinking about the trust in the young man's mouth in surprise.

-

Tennis Department.

Whether it was the people in the tennis club or the people standing around the tennis club, they all quietly watched the two involved people.

"Jiro Akutagawa!" With a shout, the iron door opened, and Atobe walked out, "What are you doing?!"

"Atobe! Atobe! I brought Kazuhiro!" Akutagawa Jiro said loudly, still waving his arms, "She promised to help!"

"What, what? What can I do for you?!" He Yan couldn't bear the inexplicable hostility in the eyes of the people around him.

Atobu folded his hands on his shoulders, and said in an unclear tone, "This is your so-called promise, Cirou."

"Eh? Play tennis, play tennis!!"

"Net, tennis?!" He Yan's body froze involuntarily when he heard the noun, his eyes flashed, "How do you know I can play tennis?"

Atobe ignored Heyan's tiny movements and expressions: "Come in and we'll talk."

Inside the social office.

"We watched the Chinese Women's Tennis Championship last year." Atobe's opening remarks went straight to the point, "Our supervisor appreciates your skill."

"What does that have to do with me joining the tennis club?"

"In recent years, a rule has been added to high school tennis games. There are no longer men's and women's tennis games, but mixed. Teams participating in the competition must have at least one girl." Atobe crossed his hands and placed them on the table in front of him. , the black back chair, against which he is calm and sharp, "At the time we saw your name as an international student, we felt very familiar. We checked your passport information and called up your competition records in China."

He Yan let out a breath: "This is illegal."

"That's your China, we don't have this law here."

"I won't join."

"reason."

"No."

"Just!" Atobe crossed his fingers, snapped his fingers, pulled out the drawer of the desk, and put out a document, "Here are all your documents, you can take them away, I only have one thing to say now."

Heyan reached out to take his own information, and his mood improved a little because of Atobe's move, so he motioned for Atobe to explain.

"Enter the Hidei Tennis Club to be selected, win the national championship, and get a gold card for unlimited streaming consumption from the Atobe Group." Atobe raised his eyebrows, his eyes were sharp, and with a little effort on his feet, the swivel chair rotated 180 degrees.

Heyan squinted his eyes, looked at Atobe's turning figure, and said softly, "Okay, I'll join."

"Okay, report to the school at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Minister." He Yan glanced at the back of the trace department's head one last time, and left immediately.

Atobe on the other side of the back chair lowered his head slightly, and there was only biting irony in the eyes under the thin bangs.

Walking out of the social office's peace speech, the self-deprecating expression was completely revealed at the corner of his mouth.

She's vulgar, she's a snob.

Atobe must have thought of her that way, but she didn't care at all.

She was always like this. What she needs most now is money. As long as she can get paid by formal means, why doesn't she want it? Even if others hate her and hate her, she will admit it.

Went into the woods again.

The crossed leaves cast mottled shadows on the ground, swaying, and He Yan looked up at the net of leaves and branches scattered in the sky.

He Yan's breath was a little unsteady, and he slowly leaned against the poplar tree beside him.

Mom, Dad, I miss you...

The wind picked up slightly, and a leaf fell slowly, and finally fell on He Yan's weak shoulder at this time.

A person slowly approached her, and He Yan turned his head to look over.

Feitan pursed his lips tightly, and his liquid golden eyes looked at her unscrupulously, making it impossible for her to ignore the self in his eyes—tears streaming down her face.

I don't know which tendon was wrong, but at this moment, He Yan actually felt that Fei Tan was so reliable, He Yan stretched out his hand, took Fei Tan's arm, and leaned his head on his shoulder.

"Don't push me away, thank you."

Feitan stopped the hand that was about to pull her away, and did not speak.

Mottled reflections fell on the two of them, and the breeze occasionally passed by their sides.

-

But afterwards, He Yan held his head in pain and said, "What kind of nerve did I have at that time!!"

8 kelp

In the early morning, the alarm clock beside the bed rang.He Yan slowly opened his eyes, rolled on the bed for a while, was in a daze for a while, and sat up abruptly.

she reluctantly