Trapped in the sunset

"Little manager, you are back!"

On Monday morning after a long absence of a month, the atmosphere in the basketball gymnasium in Luoshan can be said to be quite lively.Wei Young looked at the senior with starry eyes in front of her, a little at a loss, more of a nostalgia.

"Long time no see, Hayama-senpai."

Hayama Kotaro was full of anticipation, stretching out his hand as if asking for something: "Hey, manager, do you have any presents from me?"

Shizuo Lingyang, who couldn't stand it anymore, slapped the orange-haired boy on the back of the head, frowned and said, "Xiao Taro, it's too rude of you to say that. Be careful that Xiao Zheng doubles your training."

"Ah~ no way?! Is Akashi so stingy? It's not like he wants to grab his girlfriend..."

"Did you say something, Kotaro?"

Hayama Kotaro shuddered.Isn't the gentle and steady voice behind him the voice of his great Captain? ! ! !It's over, bad things about him are heard! ! !

Slowly turning his head away, he smiled pitifully: "That, that, Akashi—"

"Xiaotaro, practice double this afternoon, you are not allowed to go home until you finish."

"Akashi, Akashi—" The victim wanted to cry but had no tears.

Weiyang suppressed a smile and turned her head away, nodded to Akashi and took out a cardboard box from behind in front of the starters: "Although it's not expensive, I bought it from a dessert shop that just opened in Tokyo. If the seniors don't mind, you can eat it after training later."

"Snacks?!" - This is Nebu Gu Yongkichi who heard that there is something to eat.

"Little manager, you are an angel!!!"——This is Ye Shan, who will live a hellish life next.

"Xiao Yang, thank you for your hard work." - You don't need to guess that this is the most gentle real Lingyang in the team.

"..."--This is. . .Dai Qianxun, who was forgotten by everyone.

"Morning exercise is over?"

Wei Young, who silently retreated to the side, asked in a low voice the boy next to him who was scribbling on the notebook.Hearing the words, Akashi glanced at the chaos in the stadium, and replied indifferently: "Ah, it looks like it's over."

——It’s just that those people had a better life in the afternoon.

——This is the true heartfelt voice of the young man that Wei Young read.

Wei Young was silent for a moment, and suddenly sighed softly as if remembering something: "The school year is over in one month, time flies so fast."

. . .

A month's time may really change a lot of things: for example, the gradually warming season, classmates who suddenly become a little strange, and the inevitable generation gap between them. . .Wei Young sat beside Akashi, her gray eyes flicked across the surroundings lightly, loss flashed across her face.

During those days in England, she really thought a lot, and also reflected on herself.She thought of Anne, the emptiness and loneliness that almost suffocated her before she met that cheerful girl, and her friends in the United States. . .Everyone in group A of Luoshan first year.Perhaps the phrase "people only learn to cherish when they lose" is justified.But--

--is there time?

Wei Young lowered her eyes and pursed her lips.

I'm afraid, she has already lost the best time to blend in with them.

but--

"Student Haiyinsi, the president of the music club is looking for you outside the door!"

Senior Qiu Ting?

Putting down the book in her hand, Wei Young came to the corridor outside the classroom amidst the realization of many curious pryings.When Qiu Ting Jiuzhi saw her, he showed a gratified smile: "You are really famous in the music industry this time, sister Haiyin Temple. After the press conference, she called me regardless of the jet lag. I read it excitedly in my ear for a long time." He shook his head helplessly, but there was an almost imperceptible tenderness in his expression: "In short, congratulations."

Wei Young lowered her head slightly, and said "Thank you" softly.

"Are you free now? If so, would you mind going to the music room with me?" He suppressed his smile, his eyes showed a trace of seriousness. "There is something I must talk to you about now."

Her reaction was a little hesitant: "Now it's a self-study class, so there is time. But..."

Qiu Ting Jiuzhi blinked, and couldn't help laughing: "It's not a bad thing, don't look so worried."

"Well."

. . .

"Senior Qiuting, is Miura-senpai still used to it in America?"

The two walked back and forth in the deserted corridor, the silence of the previous 5 minutes was broken by Wei Young's question.

"Firefly?" Qiu Ting Jiuzhi smiled heartily: "She is very good. Although she cried and called back to say she was homesick at first, but for her dream, she quickly cheered up again. I heard that the big exam a few days ago also It's all going well."

"Really? That's fine."

"It's you, junior, now that the competition is over, what are you going to do next?"

"The next step?" Wei Young bit her lower lip: "Although I don't know if I will be accepted, but I plan to go to the Kyoto Symphony Orchestra to participate in the audition in the near future."

He whistled: "Setting your sights on a professional band all of a sudden? Courage."

"...Senior..."

She managed to please him with a resentful expression.Once again, Hisashi Akiba silently agreed with Hotaru's adjective of "cute school girl".

——But if you want to compare who is cuter between Weiyang and Miura Hotaru. . .We know the answer of a certain Hisashi Akiba who is not planning to disclose the identity of his boyfriend yet.

"Senior, why are you looking for me today?"

Qiu Tingjiuzhi looked at the black-haired girl sitting on the piano chair, and only raised the corners of his mouth reassuringly when she asked straight to the point.

"Sister, you also know that I will graduate in a month, right?"

"Ah."

"Then you should also know that most of the cadres of the music club have retired, don't you?"

"...Um."

Vaguely, Wei Young wanted to understand what he wanted to say.

Qiu Ting took a deep look at her, and propped his chin with both hands: "I discussed with those people, although we all intend to promote you as the new president, but we are concerned that you have just arrived in Luoshan not long ago. The days are so busy, it is still decided that Suzuki-kun will be the president, and you will be the vice-president—of course, if you want to be honest, your rights are undoubtedly the greatest in the whole society." He smiled: "This is Suzuki. You said it yourself."

Suzuki Xiang is a year older than Weiyang, and he is a somewhat famous elite in Luoshan. . .one.It is a very wise decision to let him manage the music social network——Wei Young thinks so.

"What about the conductor? Is it Matsui Kota-senpai?"

"Yes."

. . .

"—then our conversation will come to an end."

Wei Young let out a long sigh under the gaze of the red-haired boy.After continuing Qiu Ting's senior year, Wei Young "recruited me from the truth" because I couldn't bear the pitiful eyes of my friend under the questioning of Harada's hobby.

She turned her head, looked at the people beside her seemingly inadvertently, and blurted out "Akashi-kun, have you grown taller?" so naturally.

Akashi lowered his head to look at her in surprise for a moment, only to find that the angle of his eyes was lowered than before.

"It must have grown taller." Without waiting for him to respond, Wei Young made a positive conclusion.

Akashi Seijuro reached out and rubbed her hair, and suddenly realized that this was the first time he had done such a move after the girl returned from England.Thinking of this, the movements of his hands also stopped.

Wei Young met his gaze and smiled warmly.She stretched out her hand to cover the big warm hand, and the slightly cool skin was dyed with the warm temperature, and the bottom of her heart was soft and soft in an instant.Gently pulling down the hand that was rough due to long-term contact with basketball, holding it between them, Wei Young said in a relaxed tone: "Let's go quickly, the training of the basketball team is about to start."

He let her hold his hand, raised his eyebrows slightly: "The new vice president, you want to get rid of the task so soon?"

Wei Young stuck out her tongue childishly: "Senior Qiu Ting is still there. Besides, he has already received the admission letter from the University of Tokyo. Now he can be said to be an idler just waiting to graduate."

"Weiyang."

Before stepping into the basketball court, Akashi stopped her.

Wei Young turned her head back, bent her head slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

He looked at her quietly, with an inexplicable expression, and finally asked simply: "Are you free during the spring break?"

spring break?Although Wei Young was puzzled, she still thought about it carefully for a while: "Except for the first few days, there should be the second half."

The previous period was the day when she was going to participate in the audition of the Kyoto Symphony Orchestra. It was just registration, repertoire, and confirmation of the venue and time. . .As expected, it must be another very busy few days.

Satisfied with her answer, Akashi nodded: "The next few days are enough. Weiyang, come with me to Tokyo."

Wei Young blinked, a thought emerged in her mind.She looked at him with a clear smile: "Finally figured it out?"

Akashi's strange eyes revealed his inner connivance and a touch of helplessness towards her at this time: "There's nothing you can't think about. Those people are also making too many calls. If you don't show up for a while, I'm afraid they will really will kill you."

"Is it okay to bring me to your rally?"

"Do they dare to object?" He folded his arms around his chest and asked with raised eyebrows.

—Of course not.

. . .

Another "many years later", whenever Wei Young thinks of the people in the generation of miracles who still obey Akashi until that day, she can't help but smile and say to the young people around her: "I always feel that they are still a gang A high school student who will never grow up. Thanks for your hard work, Seijuro."

Young people would give her a blank look and say, "It's too cheap to call them high school students. The IQ of that group of people is still at the level of kindergarten."

"...Seijuro, aren't you being too harsh when you say that?"

"I am correcting your wrong thinking very straightforwardly. But—" He looked at her speechless expression, and added in a good mood: "As friends, they are already qualified."

"Hearing you say that, Kise-kun will be moved to tears."

"He didn't have that chance."

——Because there are some things that I will only say to you alone.

The author has something to say: I can't do it!Hang up soon! !I completely forgot the Chinese usage! ! !I wrote and deleted this chapter, deleted and wrote again, but I just couldn't write the feeling. . . "Then because I haven't written it for a long time, I have forgotten the previous plot. . .Re-read this article. . .I think it's really badly written. . .I can't stand it anymore. 』

What should I do? ! ! ! "cry to death"

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My article seems to be really sweet from beginning to end. . . "If you don't tell me, I might not have noticed." It's not abusive at all, right? ! ! !

So, I'll emphasize it again: this author is incompetent in abusing people! ! ! "Actually, I can't abuse even if I want to. My heart is too soft, oh~"~(￣▽￣)~

This chapter is also, unknowingly. . .It's sweet again.

☆, spring break ([-])