On the Making of Steamed Bun [Net King]

Not long after he came out of the health room, the bell for the end of get out of class rang, and the campus was suddenly noisy. Haruyo Sakaki looked at the watch on his wrist, tilted his head and thought for a moment, and walked forward according to the route he remembered.

In the seasons of late spring and early summer, the pink cherry trees on the branches have already turned into spring mud to protect the flowers in the coming year, and the cicadas hidden under the leaves began to complain about the gradually hot weather.

Turning a corner along the path, Haruyo Sakaki saw the second destination of her trip.

Teenagers in silver and white sportswear stood on the green tennis court and waved rackets. A large crowd of spectators surrounded by barbed wire, three-quarters of whom were girls.A gust of warm wind came towards him, blowing the hair on Haruyo Sakaki's forehead, and also brought screams one after another.

Going down the steps, Haruyo Sakaki, who had an absolute advantage in height among her peers, quickly found the man she was looking for. He was standing in the rest area outside the court, with his arms folded on his chest, looking like a king. The look of inspecting the territory looked at the people training on the tennis court, the wind was coming slowly, and the clothes were fluttering.

Tsk tsk, this flower peacock show is quite stylish.Sakaki Haruyo clicked his tongue.

Cranes are always the easiest to spot among the chickens. Haruyo Sakaki, who was not wearing the Hyotei school uniform, was quickly spotted by the Hyotei girls. One or two looked at her with scrutiny, just as someone wanted to When I asked aloud, a somewhat haughty voice came from not far away: "What are you doing hanging around outside, you ungorgeous woman? Don't let me in."

There was a dead silence inside and outside the barbed wire.

Sakaki Haruyo frowned slightly, put his arms around his chest, and said, "I'll come in if you let me in? Wouldn't it be embarrassing?"

The corner of the purple-gray-haired boy's mouth twitched fiercely, he turned his head to look at the members who stopped all training the moment he spoke, and snorted: "Huh? Do you think the amount of training that my uncle has set is too small? "

All the members with the mentality of watching a play raised their rackets and continued to sweat. Only that certain person who was not afraid of death came out of the tennis court cheekily.

"Forbearance, training is not serious, [-] laps around the court." The purple-gray boy left the court after leaving a sentence.

The blue-haired boy named Renzu paused, turned around and obediently accepted the punishment.

The crowd around the gate of the stadium separated automatically, and the road led to Sakaki Haruyo. Looking at the purple-gray-haired boy coming from the opposite side, Sakaki Haruyo half-closed his eyes and raised a smug smile at the corner of his mouth.

The purple-gray boy stood still in front of Haruyo Sakaki, looked her up and down, and asked, "Then what do you want me to do?"

"Please." With a slight lift of his chin, two words popped out of Haruyo Sakaki's mouth, crisp and clear.

As soon as the words fell, the little commotion that had just appeared outside the barbed wire was immediately suppressed.

The purple-gray-haired boy's eyes twitched, he raised his hand and aimed at Sakaki Haruyo's smooth forehead, and a shudder came down: "I'm sick!" It was also crisp and neat.

Sakaki Haruyo wrinkled her eyes and eyebrows together in pain, she stared at the purple-gray haired boy: "Hana Peacock, you..."

"Let's go." Keigo Atobe reached out and grabbed Sakaki Haruyo's wrist, dragging her back the way she came.

Haruyo Sakaki pursed his lips, and obediently followed Atobe into the tennis court. His gaze on his back became more and more scorching. Twitching, she held Atobe's hand, only to hear a large gasp from behind, and she smiled triumphantly.

Faced with such naive behavior by Haruyo Sakaki, Atobe, who was one of the parties involved, just turned his head and glanced at her, and did not dismantle her. When Yuji Ninata, who happened to run up to them, saw this scene, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He stood up, with an inscrutable expression on his face.

Atobe took Sakaki Haruyo to the rest chair outside the court, motioned her to sit down, glanced at the members on the court who were swinging rackets while stretching their necks to watch gossip, and snorted coldly: "Sakaki Haruyo , Sit here obediently, and don't cause trouble for me." He regretted bringing this woman in, but he knew that if he didn't let her in, his trouble would be even greater, and it would be double.

"Huh?" Haruyo Sakaki, whose buttocks were just next to the stool, raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, leaning back against the stool, leaned back, raised his chin slightly, and narrowed his black phoenix eyes, "Flower peacock, what do you want?" Let me make it clear, when did I cause trouble for you?"

"Have you caused too little trouble for my uncle?" Atobe smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on his clothes, picked up the tennis racket that was put aside, and raised his hand to catch the string of the racket.

"Hmph, I'm obviously the one who wipes your ass every time, right? Isn't that right, Huadi?" Haruyo Sakaki also snorted, planning to drag someone into the water.

"Wushi." The simple and honest boy standing in the court and waving a tennis racket lived up to expectations and was dragged into the water.

The corner of Atobe's mouth twitched fiercely, and he glanced at the tall young man standing on the court. Huadi quickly turned his head away, avoiding the emperor's gaze, and Atobe raised his eyebrows: "Sakaki Haruyo, your etiquette Is that what the teacher taught you? Can a girl say such unglamorous words?"

"Isn't it me who wipes your butt every time?" Haruyo Sakaki changed the word.

"..." Atobe was so choked that he couldn't speak for a moment, he bent down, the distance between the tip of his nose and Haruyo Sakaki was only ten centimeters, his narrow eyes stared at the girl opposite him, and he took a deep breath, "Sakaki Haruyo, my uncle never needs others to wipe his ass." In the end, this proud boy was brought into the world of Sakaki Haruyo.

"Really?" Sakaki Haruyo smiled triumphantly, and raised his hand to pat Atobe's cheek. There was a lot of commotion outside the barbed wire, and the complacent look on her face gradually became stronger. Atobe seemed to realize that something was wrong, and wanted to straighten up, but unexpectedly, Sakaki With a backhand hook, Chun Dai hooked his neck, raised the corner of his mouth, and parted his red lips slightly, "It seems that you forgot something, you are defeated."

"Sakaki Haruyo!" Atobe called out through gritted teeth, with hot air spraying on his face, with a slightly exasperated tone.

"Why?" Sakaki Haruyo replied with a smile.

"It's a shame tonight."

"you sure?"

"War? Or not?"

"Since you want to die in such a hurry, it seems a bit inhuman not to fulfill you."

"Yo, Atobe, what are you talking about?" A magnetic voice suddenly broke into the conversation between the boys and girls.

"None of your business!" Atobe and Sakaki Haruyo turned their heads and said in unison to the face that suddenly appeared.

After seeing the face clearly, Atobe added another sentence, "It seems that [-] laps just now were too little, so let's add another [-] laps."

After finishing the laps with great difficulty, the corner of his mouth twitched fiercely, he turned around and ran resignedly.

Watching the "third party" leave, Sakaki Haruyo let go of the hand hooking Atobu's neck, Atobe straightened up and straightened his clothes, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and looked at Sakaki Haruyo who stood up: "The location is fixed. In the Overseer."

"I'm fine." Sakaki Haruyo shrugged indifferently.

"Then just wait and be intoxicated by my master's magnificent beauty." Atobe snorted coldly, turned around to leave, but was stopped by Haruyo Sakaki, who turned his head to look at the girl.

Sakaki Haruyo opened his arms and raised his chin toward Atobe: "You'll be scolded if you stay out for too long."

"Didn't you come to see my uncle play?" Atobe turned around, tucked the ball under his arm, and stretched out an arm to hug the girl.

"Tch, is it worth my aunt's special attention to see your poor technique?" Haruyo Sakaki slapped Atobe's back twice fiercely with both hands, relying on his height advantage to easily pat on Atobe's left and right cheeks. There were two kisses left.

On the field, off the field, on the net, and off the net, it was a dead silence.

Atobe watched Sakaki Haruyo drifting away helplessly, leaving behind two lip marks on his face, a crowd of petrified people, and the unfathomable expression of Yushi Shinozu.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes came out from behind a tree, watching the girl who caused a commotion in the tennis court humming a little song and disappearing at the end of the path, with a slight arc of her mouth, although she couldn't hear them due to the distance However, judging from the actions of the two of them and the reactions of the people around them, things seemed to be moving in the direction he expected.Thinking of this, the smile on the man's lips grew stronger. He turned around and was about to leave, but saw a young woman standing not far from him, the corners of her mouth froze.

"Teacher Sakaki." Gan Meiya called softly.

"Teacher." Sakakitaro suppressed the smile on his face and nodded slightly.

"Thank you for what happened just now." Gan Meiya pursed her lips and thanked her.

When Sakakitaro heard this, his old face couldn't help turning red, and he coughed a little uncomfortably: "Ahem... It's Haruyo who is too rude to make Teacher Gan laugh at him."

Gan Meiya lowered her eyes and smiled, then raised her eyes and looked at Sakaki Taro thoughtfully. He smiled again and said, "Mr. Sakaki, you killed two birds with one stone, well done."

"Huh?" Sakaki Taro looked at Kanmiya with some surprise, and waves finally appeared on the man's originally calm face.

"I'll go back first." The smile on Gan Meiya's face gradually widened, she waved at Sakaki Taro who was still dumbfounded, and left without taking a trace of cloud, leaving only the man standing there thinking about something It is "two birds with one stone".

Turning a corner along the path, Gan Meiya took out her mobile phone and looked at the incoming text messages to understand the subsequent development of the situation. Her dark almond eyes curved into a crescent moon, and she couldn't help sighing: "Oh, ah, in any place It’s nice to have someone of your own.”

"Xiang Ri, who allowed you to play with your phone during training?"

"Ah...ah, Atobe, I just received a message saying that my second aunt's cousin's sister-in-law's sister-in-law's sister-in-law's sister-in-law is ill, so I replied a message to say hello."

"..."

As soon as Sakaki Taro stepped out of the elevator door, he heard a melodious piano sound coming from the music classroom. He was stunned for a moment, then relieved, his brows raised involuntarily, and the silver-white stainless steel door slowly closed behind him. Walking to the door of the classroom, he raised his hand and gently pushed open the half-covered door, only to see the girl sitting upright in front of the pure white piano in the classroom, her slender fingers dancing on the black and white keys, from the keys The tune that poured out was exactly the same as the one he played in the teaching department a few days ago.

Looking at the situation in the classroom, Sakaki Taro folded his hands in front of his chest, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he seemed to understand the meaning of Ganmei's words.

The author has something to say: Imagine what it would be like for Mr. Atobe to wipe someone's buttocks