On the Making of Steamed Bun [Net King]

When she woke up, it was already high in the sun. Gan Meiya sat up, looked down at the wrinkled skirt on her body, and then at the lavender bear next to the pillow. She raised her hand and rubbed her slightly swollen temples. Looking around, the bedroom The suitcase and the medicine box were still placed in the corner of the room, and the two masks were placed on the medicine box. She yawned, stood up, found a change of clothes from the suitcase, and went to the bathroom to wash.

After Gan Meiya finished washing and walked out of the bedroom, the yard was empty. She touched her stomach and turned around to walk along the corridor towards the dining room, only to see Butler Matsumoto who was trimming branches in the backyard, old man There was a meaningful smile on the kindly face, and Miya couldn't help being taken aback when she saw it.

"Miss Gan, are you awake?" The old man put the big scissors aside and walked towards Gan Meiya with a smile.

"Mr. Matsumoto." I wanted to say good morning, but it seemed a bit inappropriate to say this at this time, so Gan Meiya quickly changed it.

"Did Miss Gan sleep well last night?" Matsumoto looked Gan Meiya up and down, smiling until his eyes narrowed into lines.

Gan Meiya was taken aback again, Matsumoto's expression made her involuntarily recall what happened last night, but the memory stored in her brain ended when she got on the return car, she frowned slightly, but no matter what No matter how she looked up, her memory after getting in the car was still blank. She could only reply with an extremely bright smile: "It seems that I drank a little too much last night. I guess I didn't do anything rude."

Hearing Gan Meiya's words, the old man smiled so happily that he shook his head: "No, Miss Gan is hungry. Breakfast is ready. I'll ask the servant to bring it to the dining room for you." After that, the old man turned and left with a smile on his face.

Gan Meiya's little heart was hanging in the air, she was thinking about how credible the "no" that Mr. Matsumoto said.

After breakfast, no matter how Gan Meiya declined, Mr. Matsumoto insisted on sending a car to take her to the tennis court. Seeing that she couldn't beat the old man, Gan Meiya agreed, who told her to have a criminal record on the first day.

Compared with the previous two days, today's tennis court was a bit unusually quiet. The passing vehicle stopped about 100 meters away from the court. Gan Meiya thanked the driver and got out of the car with the medicine box , From a distance, I saw a match going on in the stadium, but it seemed to be one against two.

Pushing open the half-covered door, the teenagers who were standing outside the stadium and heard the movement turned their heads one after another, all of them had terrified expressions on their faces. Akutagawa and Xiang Ri rushed over at the same time, and each of them grabbed Gan Meiya's body. Gan Meiya was stunned again, she turned her head to look at the middle-aged man sitting alone on the stone bench in the distance, there seemed to be a dark cloud floating above his head, she looked back and turned her head to look at the field, everyone The sweaty purple-gray boy jumped up, swung his racket, and hit the ball. The yellow ball flew to the opposite court, while the silver-haired boy and the brown-haired boy on the opposite court stood one after the other, ready to return the ball posture.

"What's the matter?" Gan Meiya clearly saw that when the purple-gray boy fell to the ground, his footsteps were a little unsteady, "Why is Atobe playing with Shishido and Feng alone? Isn't doubles two-on-two? ?”

"It was arranged by the supervisor." Akutagawa said in a low voice, his eyes were wide and round, and he didn't feel sleepy at all, "It is said to exercise Atobe's endurance."

"Ah?" Gan Meiya stared at Akutagawa in astonishment.Is it because he dragged Sakakitaro to drink, so Atobe boy was jealous?Shouldn't the painting style be reversed?

"Don't Teacher Meiya know?" Xiang Ri asked curiously.

"What should I know?" Gan Meiya looked at Xiang Ri inexplicably, did something that shouldn't have happened when her memory was fragmented?

"The supervisor came out of your room this morning." Xiang Ri said, he was afraid that Gan Miya would not believe his words, so he pulled Akutagawa, "Both Jiro and I saw it."

"Yeah." Akutagawa nodded emphatically.

Gan Meiya was dumbfounded immediately, she seemed to understand the meaning of Butler Matsumoto's smile, the corner of her mouth twitched, and she asked uncertainly, "Ms. Sakaki came out of my room this morning?"

"Yeah." The two teenagers nodded at the same time.

"I slept in the same room as Sakaki-sensei last night?"

"Uh-huh."

"That's not right."

"What's wrong?"

Gan Meiya rubbed her nose, looked up at the purple-gray-haired boy who was panting heavily with his hands on his knees, and pursed his lips. No matter what, the painting style should be reversed.

"It seems to be the room that Atobe asked Uncle Matsumoto to lock." Akutagawa muttered.

"Whose room was locked?" Xiang Ri asked puzzled.

"Ms. Meiya." Akutagawa glanced at Gan Meiya cautiously, and tried to hide behind her.

When Gan Meiya heard this, the corner of her mouth twitched again, she seemed to understand the reason for Sakakitaro's move, she just shook her head slightly, and sighed: Heaven's evil is still forgiven, but self-inflicted evil cannot live.

"Why did Teacher Meiya shake her head?" Xiang Ri, who had sharp eyes, saw Gan Meiya shaking her head and asked like a curious baby.

"Buddha said, don't say it." Gan Meiya pursed her lips and smiled, and looked up at the court. The game on the court was over. The purple-gray boy supported the ground with his racket to maintain his balance. Posting it on his face, a small pool of water quickly formed under his feet.

Standing outside the arena, Huachi secretly glanced at the supervisor, walked into the arena with a water bottle, handed it to Atobe, Atobe straightened up, took the water bottle, took a few sips, and poured the rest of the water in the Above his head, the wet clothes stuck to his body, outlining his perfect body curve.

Gan Meiya's eyes fell on the purple-gray haired boy's right calf, and she frowned imperceptibly.

"How much did Teacher Gan drink in total last night?" At some point, the blue-haired boy walked up to Gan Meiya, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and asked.They studied this problem all night, but they couldn't figure out that ten plus one equals twelve.

"Twelve bottles." Gan Meiya replied.

"The supervisor drank ten bottles, and you drank one bottle, so how about another bottle?" Ninzu continued to ask.

"The proprietress drank with us." Gan Meiya recalled the situation at the izakaya last night and what happened after her fragmentation, and felt that the head and the head were two big.

"..." The ninja boy who is called a genius in the Tennis Club of Ice Emperor Academy suddenly felt that he had asked a stupid question.

Gan Meiya raised her hand and rubbed her aching temple.

"The next group, Akutagawa and Taki." A voice without a hint of warmth came, and Kanmeiya looked at the expressionless Sakaki Taro, and sighed secretly. Poor Atobe classmate, a tiger's butt can Feel free to touch.

Kawachi came down from the field, Akutagawa took a look at Kanmie, and followed Taki onto the field, Kanmie withdrew her gaze, and her eyes fell on Atobe's right calf again, after thinking for a while, she also walked into the field, Standing in front of Atobe, looking at the handsome face that was a little pale due to excessive exercise, he frowned slightly: "Student Atobe, do you still want to persevere?"

The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, snorted, and said, "I can still persist with this little problem."

Seeing the client's insistence, Gan Meiya didn't say much, as the aunt of a tennis player, she knew what tennis meant to them, so she pursed her lips and said, "If you really can't hold it, don't force it. "Bitter tricks are enough, if something goes wrong, it's really not a joke.

"I never force myself to do things." Atobe took out a small yellow ball from his trouser pocket and weighed it in his hand.

Seeing this, Gan Meiya quit the tennis court, stood outside the court, and watched the ball game start again.

Time passed by, the running speed of the purple-gray boy on the field slowed down a lot, and the number of missed balls gradually increased. Gan Meiya frowned, and saw the boy rushing towards the raised tennis ball, Jumping up, he swung his racket fiercely, and the small yellow ball hit the opponent's field. When he landed, he tilted his body and fell to the ground.

Carrying the medicine box, Gan Meiya rushed into the field first, squatted down in front of the boy, and was about to check the injury, but saw the boy trying to stand up with one hand on the ground, Gan Meiya shifted his gaze to the boy's ankle, arched his fingers heavily After a flick, the boy hissed: "You are not a gorgeous woman!"

"Huh?" Gan Meiya raised her eyes and looked at Atobe with a half-smile, "Still insisting?"

Atobe glanced at Gan Meiya, the strength of the arm supporting the ground was slightly loosened, and he sat on the ground again without speaking.

People outside the arena gathered around one after another. Gan Meiya put the medicine box on the ground, knelt on the ground with one knee, stretched out her hand to take off the sneakers on the boy's feet, and took off the stockings. A red and swollen area came into view, and she squeezed it. She put her hand on her ankle and said, "Hold on." She exerted a little force on her hand, only to hear the boy gasp. She raised her eyes to look at him, and listened carefully, but she didn't hear the sound of bones rubbing against each other. , She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, opened the medicine box, took out an ice pack, rubbed it in her hand, and stuck it on the boy's swollen ankle: "Press it yourself."

Atobe followed his words and put his hand on the ice pack.

"How is it?" A calm voice came from behind.

Gan Meiya turned her head to look at the middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes standing behind her. There was a trace of concern on that stern face. She sighed lightly and said, "It's nothing serious. The soft tissue is sprained and there is no fracture." , why bother at first.

"Yeah." Sakaki Taro nodded and stopped talking.

Sakaki Taro's overly calm performance made Kanmiya stunned. She glanced at the man with some surprise, and her eyes shifted back and forth between him and Atobe. After several rounds, she frowned, thinking: " Ah well... Atobe-san is having trouble with his legs and feet, why don't Mrs. Sakaki take him back." She thought this was a very good way to ease the tension between the two.

As soon as the voice fell, the audience was dead silent.

The gazes of the teenagers floated over in unison, and fell on the standing Sakaki Taro and the sitting Keigo Atobe, the images of last night flashed in their minds in unison, and their faces showed a look of watching the show at the same time.

Sakaki Taro was slightly taken aback, glanced at Kanmiya, and then at Atobe.

The originally pale face of the Atobe boy turned colorful in an instant. He stared at Gan Meiya, gritted his teeth, and said, "Don't bother with the supervisor. Huade will just help me back home."

Gan Meiya frowned, raised her hand and patted the back of her hand that was pressed on the ice pack, and said in a low voice, "Young man, stop being angry."

When Atobe heard this, his entire face quickly turned into a color palette. He slapped Gan Meiya's hand away, raised his head, and said word by word: "Huadi, help me back home."

"Wushi."

The author has something to say: I was away during the National Day holiday, and I didn’t reply to the comments in time, which resulted in too much accumulation, so I will reply here

Regarding the title of pervert who was mentioned by a relative, this is a mistake of a certain skin. If Ninzu is involved later, this name will not be added to him;

As for the need for help from Supervisor and Meiya, if Supervisor and Meiya are not interested in each other, they may not be able to become a couple even if they use rockets as a support. The Sakaki family, the Gan family, and Atobe classmates, matchmaking is matchmaking, and the people who are matched If they have no intention of doing this, they will not continue.