[Comprehensive] Daily life of local tyrants in love

Ninaku Yushi and Atobe Keigo are not in the same class, and Hyotei's class is based on grades, that is, from first to last.

Keigo Atobe sits firmly in Group A, Oriha Sakura has an excellent math performance, and is ranked sixth in Group A, but Yushi Ninzu didn't even make it to Group B, and went to Group H just like he did in junior high school.

It is not always true that Yushi Ninzu's grades are not good, and it is not a coincidence that he scores [-] points every time.He is known as the Bingdi genius, he can memorize thousands of ways to hit the ball, and he has the same reputation as a genius with Fujisuke, so naturally he is not so stupid, but he did not choose to enter the A group.

Shinobu Yushi stopped at the fork in the corridor, Jiro had already entered the classroom downstairs, and now only Keigo Atobe and Sakurana Oriha remained: "I knew I shouldn't be so depressed at the beginning, so I don't have to talk to you now." Separated, Xiaonai."

Atobe Jingwu hooked the corner of his mouth with a smile: "There is no regret medicine in the world, besides, even if you do your best, it will depend on whether you can get the first place. This uncle is not here just for display." Yes. Alright, class is over, let’s go into the classroom.”

Feeling sleepy after eating, Oriha Sakurana yawned: "...Yushi, go to class early, don't be late."

Yushi.

There seemed to be a thread piercing through her heart suddenly, emotions and memories that did not belong to her suddenly burst out like lightning and thunder, Zhiyu Yingna frowned, covered her beating heart with one hand, and stretched out her hand to support the wall.

"what happened?"

Atobe Keigo subconsciously wanted to reach out to help her, but was gently waved away by Oriha Sakurana: "It's okay."

She turned around and left without looking back, leaving behind two boys standing facing each other.

Atobe Keigo lowered his voice: "I'm really gone."

"Huh?" Ninzu Yushi smiled indifferently, and waved to him: "King-chan, when did you come to me like this, let's go, do you still want me to send King off?"

"Tsk."

Keigo Atobe snorted meaninglessly, then turned his head to follow the girl who was drifting away in front of him.

Yuuji Ninata stood in the middle of the branch in the corridor.

The afternoon sun divides the corridor into black and white, like two worlds, Keigo Atobe and Sakura Oriha walk farther and farther away in the field of vision, as far away as the horizon.Yushi Ninzu suddenly felt distressed, as if something had been completely withdrawn from his life.

It's like having to watch the other person leave at this fork.

He stood alone, and the light sliced ​​him white, and cut him in half like a cutting machine.

Yushi Ninzu whispered to himself: "...Sure enough, you should watch less dramas like Unheard Hana with a strong sense of fate. If you watch too much, it's easy to think wildly."

He let out a long breath, turned around and walked towards Group H in the sun, and pushed open the door——

"Sorry, teacher, I'm late."

The uproar in the classroom stopped immediately, and the head teacher wearing glasses looked at him seriously: "If you are late for so long, then you don't need to come in, just stand outside the door, reflect on it, classmate Renzu."

Shinobu Yushi reluctantly agreed: "Yes."

***

It's not completely unreasonable for so many people to want to join the ice emperor's tennis club.

In schools with slightly poorer economic conditions, the managers of the sports clubs have to be in charge of this and that. The upper and lower managers are mopping the floor, and they are constantly busy except for class time, so they have no time to hook up with the little brother.

But the ice emperor supported by the Atobe consortium is different, just like Luoshan has Akashi Seijuro, Teidan has Suzuki Sonoko, a powerful chaebol is sometimes everything.

With only Keigo Atobe, Ice Emperor can completely renew from the beginning to the end. The facilities inside are replaced with the latest ones. As long as it is approved by the Finance Department, the club can have abundant funds in advance.

As for the Bingdi Tennis Club, it is even better, there is no hard work to do at all: there are cleaning staff for cleaning the cabinets on the ground, replacement of new tennis rackets and tennis balls, and repairs are regularly sent by the company in charge of sports equipment To check the replacement, the only thing the manager needs to do is to make a note to avoid confusion.

It's easy and credit-worthy, and you can also serve tea and towels to the candidates from time to time in your spare time to cultivate relationships. It would be the best if you can catch a rich man.

Ice Emperor is not an aristocratic school, most of them are middle class. Tennis is a money-burning activity, and the families who can afford it are in good conditions. Why not be able to fly on the branches and become a phoenix.Even if it doesn't work out, it's still a pleasure to watch these handsome guys play every day.

In fact, whether it is good-looking or not, in the eyes of Zhiyu Yingnai now, it is just a pile of walking meat.

She held up the broom for a long time but couldn't find anything to do. She looked nondescript in an ill-fitting overalls and a hat with a brim on her head. Her figure was a bit flat due to malnutrition, and she looked like a little boy.

The door of the warehouse was pushed open with a swipe, and two employees in overalls were hurrying to bring in the goods. When they saw someone standing idle, they gestured for him to move away.

The delivery man wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Excuse me, I don't have enough manpower today, and I have to catch up with other jobs. I'm afraid I won't be able to unload so many goods in a short time. Please cooperate with me, and the company will delay our work." be fined."

The tennis department is playing killer tennis every day, which consumes a huge amount of tennis rackets and tennis balls.There are so many wooden boxes piled up outside that they are almost piled up into a hill, and it is absolutely impossible to move them within two hours.

Zhiyu Yingna jumped aside with the broom in her arms to make way: "Do you want me to help?"

The short man looked her up and down: "You have a small body...you can't."

No.

Ah.

Zhiyu Sakurana walked out the door without saying a word, bent down and knocked on each box like picking a watermelon.

The two men were at a loss: "What are you doing?"

Zhiyu Sakurana picked the two boxes with the dullest sound, and lifted them up with ease.

The two men opened their mouths in surprise: a box of rackets or balls weighs dozens of kilograms, and this student whose legs are not thicker than their arms can pick them up so easily.

Before it was over, she knocked her foot against the side of the wooden box, and the wooden box rolled over and pressed onto the instep, and with a hook on the back of her foot, the wooden box was brought up from the ground.Raising her leg and throwing it up, Zhiyu Sakura turned her body slightly, and the wooden box landed steadily on the box carried on her shoulders, without even a single bumping sound.

The two men stared straight at the eyes, and kept their mouths open and forgot to close them.

She couldn't breathe: "Can you look at me?"

"Okay...okay...okay!"

After finally regaining consciousness, the two swallowed nervously, and nodded hastily when they heard the question, for fear of neglecting each other.

Zhiyu Sakura patted the muscle mass that didn't exist: "I am very strong, you pay me to hire me, and I will move it for you."