that touch of blue

Chapter 7

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Renzu stuffed his wallet into his pocket, turned around and prepared to leave the classroom.Seeing his partner's unusual movements, Atobe stopped him.

"Yushi, let her eat with us." After Atobe finished speaking, he walked to the student cafeteria.

Renzu smiled, but didn't speak.

When he walked into the music classroom, he found that the girl was wearing earphones, watching a short video, with a happy smile that he had never seen before. He glanced at it, and the protagonists on the screen were two mothers and daughters, and the daughter was the girl in front of him.Renzu coughed softly, Zhanlan turned around suddenly, saw him, immediately turned off the video, packed up the computer, picked up the backpack, and was about to carry it on his back, but was snatched away by Renzu's sharp hands.

"Lanlan, let's have dinner together." Renzu took Zhanlan's hand again and walked towards the restaurant.

Along the way, Bingdi's students and teachers all paid attention to them, especially the women, the piercing light in their eyes shot at Zhanlan's back like arrows.

The decoration of the restaurant is comparable to that of a five-star restaurant. There is a delicate budding red rose with dewdrops on every table, and delicacies from different countries are sold in every window.Zhanlan rubbed her nose with her left hand, and held it in Renzuzu's hand with her right hand.Their appearance caused a great sensation.

"Yushi, here, here." The younger sister called her partner to the sun.

Holding back a smile, he dragged Zhanlan to the dining table in the tennis club.Gentlemanly, he pulled out the chair for Zhanlan, beside Atobe.But Zhan Lan sat between the sleeping Akutagawa and Xiang Ri.Looking at Zhanlan with incomprehension, Zhanlan whispered, "I don't want to die."

When Atobe heard this, it was very difficult for him not to have an attack on the spot. What does it mean to not want to die? Could it be that sitting next to this uncle will cause death.

"Lanlan?" Ren Zuo held back a smile and asked.

"I'll be shot to death by the eyes of those women." Zhan Lan said a long sentence, explaining her behavior.

"Ah, Lan Lan sits here, just sit here. Do you still have your toffee? It's delicious." Xiang Ri arranged the bowls and chopsticks for Zhan Lan.

"You exchange it with sugar." Zhan Lan said.

"Ah?" Xiang Ri was puzzled, in normal times, if he said what kind of candy he liked, they would probably buy him candy from all over Tokyo, but why did the girl in front of him want to exchange it with her?

"I don't have enough candy, so I need to change it." Zhanlan explained.

"It's really not gorgeous. If you want to eat, I will buy it for you." Atobe brushed his hair with his hands.

"No." Zhanlan firmly refused.

It was the first time Atobe heard that a girl rejected him so flatly, and it was also the first time a girl rejected him. Atobe's hands were shaking, and he was angry.

"Lanlan, let me introduce my companion to you." Shinozu hurriedly tried to smooth things over, "This is the head of the tennis club, Keigo Atobe. On your left is Kohidake, on your right is Akutagawa Jiro, Shiro The one with the hair is Hochotaro, the one with the hat is Ryo Uredo, the tall one is Takahiro Kawaji, and the other is Hikichiwaka. They are all older than you, so they should be called elder brothers."

Everyone looked up at Shinobu (excluding Huadi) who was so careful, as if it was the first time they saw such a thing happen.Shinozu smiled slightly, sat down, and ignored these strange eyes.

"Oh, hello. I'm Zhanlan, please give me your advice." Zhanlan nodded with a slight smile, and put the earplugs into her ears without saying anything more.

Seemingly a little cold, the rescue expert who has always been there has been reluctant to speak: "Lanlan, what dish do you want to eat?"

Zhanlan took off her earplugs, and said to the manager of the restaurant at Uncle Atobe's house standing beside her, "Egg fried rice."

"Pfft." It was the sound of spraying water.

"It's really not a gorgeous meal." Atobe said.

"By the way, what I want is for the rice to be separated and the eggs to stick together. Thank you." Zhan Lan put the earplugs in her ears again.

Atobe glanced at Zhanlan and said to the manager, "Do as she says."

"Yes." The manager bowed slightly, and went down to prepare the meals for the young masters.

It's a bit cold again, this time it's Shinozu's always good partner Xiang Higami.

"Lanlan, can you play tennis?"

Zhanlan took off the earplugs again: "No."

"So, what do you play?"

Zhan Lan rolled her blue eyeballs and thought for a while: "Let's play badminton."

"What sport does Lan Lan like best?" Feng asked.

"Taekwondo." The tongue-twisting answer.Everyone looked at Zhan Lan with the eyes of cherishing animals, and they were thinking about the same question: it really is true that people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured.

"What series?" This time it was Rijiruo, and if he was qualified, he was planning to compete.

"Second Grade Black Belt." Another surprising answer.

"How old are you?" Rijiruo continued to ask. According to international practice, players under the age of 15 who reach the first to third level will be awarded the first, second and third ranks.

"Fourteen." Zhanlan knew the reason for Riji's question.

strongman.The eyes of the girls around are gradually decreasing. Although they are jealous, they don't want to provoke such a master. Isn't that asking for trouble?But some people think otherwise.

"Can you play the violin?" Feng asked in order not to let the atmosphere cool down.

"No." Zhanlan shook her head and laughed.

"Then can you play the piano?" This is his minister's forte.

"No." Zhan Lan still shook her head, laughing louder.

"Then, what do you know?" Anado couldn't bear it anymore.Even Renzu was curious about what musical instrument Zhan Lan could play.

"Erhu." Zhan Lan replied.

Everyone, except for Huadi, is absolutely amazing, even Ninzuzu. Not many people know such a traditional Chinese musical instrument now. I didn't expect the little girl with half Japanese blood in front of me to know this.

The food was served quickly, looking at the plump golden fried rice wrapped in eggs, Xiangri and Akutagawa scooped up a large spoonful with the spoons in their hands before Qinglan could react, and hurried away. I stuffed it into my mouth and said happily while chewing: "Delicious, ah, it's really delicious."

Zhanlan looked at the two of them in surprise, and couldn't help thinking of meeting Kintaro a few days ago.

"Lanlan, these two balls are for you." Renzu put the two balls on his own plate to the plate opposite Qinglan.

"Oh, thank you." Zhan Lan bowed her head to eat.

At three o'clock, in China, it was not long before the afternoon class started, but in Japan, the day's class ended with the final ringing of the bell.

Supervisor God got up and said to the girl who was using the computer: "Follow me to the tennis club."

The girl responded, packed her backpack, and followed behind the supervisor, and went all the way to the tennis club, which was once again surrounded by high walls of people.

The blue-haired boy just stepped into the court with his ball bag on his back, and said to the black-haired girl with a smile, "Lanlan, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

"No, there's sugar." The girl raised the toffee in her hand.

After the lunch at noon, the teenagers in the tennis club felt that the girl in front of them was qualitatively different from the others, which could be seen from her attitude towards Atobu.

"If you're tired, tell Brother Yushi, I'll ask for leave and take you to Atobe's house first." Shinobu simply ignored the majesty of the minister.

Atobe twitched and said, "Ninzu, you go and run 50 laps for me, and then come back."

When Ren Zuzu smiled and waved his hands, Atobu's face straightened: "All the members run 20 laps, and then, they are selected in field a, and the other members go to fields b, c, and d. Let's start now." He was so angry this day more than a year.

Zhan Lan held up the dv in her hand and photographed everyone.

"Hey, is Lan Lan shooting me?" Xiang Ri's red hair first appeared in the camera.

Zhanlan put down the dv and nodded slightly.

"Hey, can I have a look?" Xiang Ri leaned his head in, Zhan Lan hurriedly leaned back, and put the dv in his hand in front of his eyes.

Ninjazu is fighting for his 50 laps when the other main candidates in the ministry have assembled.

"Find a partner and practice. The national competition is coming soon, so you can't relax at all. Right, Huadi?"

"wushi." Huadi responded.

"Hey, Atobe, Renzu is still running, can I sit with Lanlan first, and wait for him..." Xiang Ri was interrupted by Atobe before he finished speaking.

"Xiang Ri, you come to be my opponent. You are intoxicated by my magnificent beauty!" Atobe snapped his fingers towards the sky, and suddenly there was a deafening shout outside the stadium: "Atobe, Atobe , Atobe..." Male voices, female voices, together they form a wonderful ensemble music.

Zhan Lan frowned, and sat down on the bench where the first-choice players were resting shamelessly, took out the notebook in the bag, and tapped it lightly, as if recording something.

Atobe-sama was even more angry, how could he endure a girl ignoring him like this, one after another waltz of disillusionment, which made Xianghi and Ninzu-kun gasp for breath.

Suddenly, the melodious erhu sound resounded throughout the stadium. Zhan Lan took out the mobile phone her father bought from her trouser pocket, looked at the caller ID, and smiled slightly, as warm as the sun in winter. A blue crescent moon, this is the view of everyone present, including the always serious and expressionless God Supervisor.

The girl pressed the answer button, put the computer aside, and raised the phone in Ninja's hand, who was caught in the disillusioned waltz, and signaled herself to answer the call, and Ninzu nodded.Zhanlan walked towards the sidelines, out of the stadium, and arrived at a place where few people passed by.

"Mom." Zhanlan called softly with a smile.

"Miss your mother?" From the other end of the phone came the voice of a mother from Shanghai.

"En." The girl nodded slightly. She was far away from home, so she naturally missed her mother very much, the mother who was alone at home.

"Lanlan, where are you? Mom heard the noise of people just now." Zhan Ran asked.

"It's the tennis court of Brother Ninzuzu's school. They are playing. So Mom will hear the sound of cheering." The girl explained lightly.

"Brother Renzu, you should be studying at Ice Emperor."

"um, yes."

"You are at the same school as Uncle Ninja, so you are in Tokyo now?" Zhan Ran asked.

"Well, I came here with Big Brother Ninzu today."

"Then, where do you live at night?" Zhan Ran asked with concern.

"He said he was staying with one of his classmates, so mom doesn't have to worry." Zhanlan knew what her mother was worried about.

"Has Lanlan seen that brother?"

"Which one?"

"It's Yushi's classmate."

"Well, I saw it."

"how is he?"

Zhanlan didn't answer her mother's question right away, she was thinking about how to describe the man full of regal aura, purple-gray hair, conspicuous tear mole, arrogant expression, pretentious movements, just, like A very narcissistic daffodil standing in the water.Hearing her daughter's explanation, Zhan Ran couldn't help laughing. She was imagining the specific image of the man in her daughter's mouth.