[Comprehensive] Yukimura, take medicine

The author has something to say: the Atobe incident was advanced by one year

This article will probably end this month

QAQ will never write doujin again.heartache.

While biting the cherry blossom-flavored ice cream puffs sold for a limited time in spring, Kiyomi's bad mood subsided slightly. Seeing that Kirihara, who was in a good mood, was a little unbalanced, he hesitated and decided to open his mouth to break his good mood.

"Chi Ye, don't forget to hand in your English homework tomorrow." To be a human being is to do whatever comes to your mind, and you can't tolerate the slightest possibility of going against your will.

Kiyomi, who successfully saw the change of Kombu's face, felt a little happier again.

"Akaya, you're too slack, add an English composition to me tomorrow." Sanada lowered the brim of his hat and spoke.

"Hahaha Chiya, you probably won't be able to sleep well tonight."

While biting the puff, Qing Jian looked at the boy with the same hair color as her and laughed. She couldn't figure out why they all came. Does the Lihai University Tennis Club organize a spring outing... She doesn't care if there are so many people Well, I told Bunta and the others bad things about Yukimura.

"Qingjian, what are you thinking?" A gentle voice.

"I'm thinking I can't even speak ill of Yukimura..." Woo... She's been saving for a long time.I also thought about complaining to Wentai and the others.

It wasn't until a familiar chuckle came from her ear that she recovered and realized what she had said.

Kiyomi was startled by this unexplained chuckle and almost stood up, the hand that wanted to cover her mouth was tightly held by Yukimura, and the hot breath of the person who was approaching suddenly sprayed into her ears.

Should.die.of.quilt.hair.now.up.

Kiyomi, who only had this sentence in his head, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes again with a cute smile on his face, "I made a slip of the tongue just now, what I want to say is I was thinking... I was thinking about having time to do something for Yukimura. My new dessert, what else do you like to eat? I'll make it for you."

Yukimura didn't bother with her about her obvious lies, nor corrected her unfamiliar address to him, "Okay, if you have time."

After eating the puffs, they blackmailed the minister to solve the lunch problem. They decided to go to the street tennis court to have a look.

And Kiyomi was nearly indigested by Yukimura who was walking by his side all the time on the street because of mood problems.

"Didn't you say that if we win everyone here, you'll date me?"

Before stepping up the steps leading to the tennis court, everyone heard this arrogant sentence with an upturned ending.

Huh……?This line is so familiar, don't all the hooligans who molested good women in TV dramas like to say this kind of thing.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of the girl struggling came, and the boy added, "You look so cute when you are angry."

Hearing this, he saw his heart tighten, what kind of luck is this! ?When I went out, I encountered such a thing that needed to draw a sword for help! ?Her ambition when she was a child was to become a flower in the Yokohama Police Department, how could she not care about this situation, and beat to death that wretched man who molested the little girl in broad daylight!

Without thinking too much, he straightened his back, dragged Kirihara-san with one hand and Marui-san with the other, and rushed forward.

"Let's go! Chiye Bunta, let's go fight."

"Hey, you three don't run so fast." Kuwahara, who always followed the three little devil kings to clean up the stalls, hurriedly chased after him. Why is there no good thing to do with one of them?

"Hey! You molested little girl in broad daylight, are you perverted!?" Qing Jian pushed Chi Ye and Wen Tai, who were already stunned, to the front, and stood behind the two of them and spoke aggressively. Several people.

Well, the guy who grabbed the girl's wrist must be a criminal suspect. He doesn't look like a good guy with his eye-catching purple hair, and he opened his mouth like a line from a TV show where a dude boy molests a decent woman. It was taught by Mom Sunflower in class.

#What should I do if the child has a tendency to pervert? #

#Mostly it’s useless, just take a beating. #

But Qing Jian looked at the two people in front of him, how could they be a little familiar,...this girl...seems more familiar...

"Ah... Cirou's minister Atobe, and the girl who lent us change at the subway station last time!" Bunta pointed at the strange combination in front of him and was a little shocked. How could he not know that Minister Heidei is a pervert with special hobbies? In his impression, he was just a minister who played well. Who knew there was such a hobby of molesting little girls on the street?

"Wen Tai, what are you talking about..." Qing Jian, who didn't get a response from the criminal, was even more in a bad mood, frowning slightly and staring at Wen Tai, missing the pervert in her mouth and seeing the flash of surprise in her eyes, " Who is Cirou?"

"...The minister said that last time you found in a haunted house, oh no, you met a sleeping boy, that was Jiro, did you forget that you met him during the Kanto competition, and this girl was just a month old The girl who lent us change at the subway station before, that time when I took you out to play and we couldn’t find change when we took the subway.” Mrs. Wen was a little anxious, although she knew that Qing Jian could easily forget things, But I always feel embarrassed in front of the good people who helped them not long ago.

Fortunately, under Wentai's explanation, Qingjian desperately recalled the girl in front of him, thinking that since the person who helped him must help her solve this problem, he straightened his back a little.

And standing behind Atobe, who looks like the background, Huachi immediately remembered the Atobe house in England as soon as he saw Qingjian. There was a photo frame in Atobe's room, and a young Atobe stood beside him. The little girl who was about his age, and the girl in front of him who loudly accused Atobe of being a pervert, her hair color, eye color, and even her expression, all looked like a ten times ten and could almost be judged to be the same person.

"Hey, let me ask you something! Are you a pervert?" Qing Jian was even more annoyed when she heard that she was still a minister. Why are all the ministers in the world crazy, and even the crazy ones became ministers.

Atobe has a headache, he really doesn't know how to solve the situation in front of him, is it even more sad to meet a childhood friend on the street and find that the other party has completely forgotten about himself, or let a friend who hasn't seen him for many years bump into him and bully him Did the little girl make him lose face even more?

"It was just a misunderstanding."

Misunderstand?Ju Xing, who heard this sentence, couldn't help but frowned, "Misunderstanding? Is it a misunderstanding that you look down on street tennis?"

"Atobe, long time no see." Yukimura unobtrusively pulled Ome who was on the verge of losing his temper to his side.

"Long time no see." Looking at Yukimura's hand on Kiyomi's shoulder, Atobe couldn't help but cursed in her heart, how could her memory be so poor, she had completely forgotten him in less than 10 years .

Atobe, who complained about Kiyomi, obviously didn't know that she had met him in a previous national competition. Unfortunately, for her, it took more than a dozen times to confirm a person, let alone a memory so long ago. , ten years and one month are too far away.

Tilting his head slightly, he could see Yukimura's knuckle-boned fingers pressing on his shoulders, and Kiyomi shrunk his shoulders subconsciously, thinking that perverts also know perverts, is this the reason why birds of a feather flock together? Forget it.

"You know this pervert...?" The ending sound slightly raised.

Yukimura nodded and responded: "Head of the Tennis Club of Hyotei Academy, I took you to watch their games last year, and I also saw them in the Kanto tournament a month ago, have you forgotten?"

"I don't remember, so are you going to cover him up!?" Qing Jian was a little nervous, and it was hard for her to give up after encountering such a thing.

Atobe, who was left hanging aside, let go of the wrist of the girl next to him early, frowned slightly when he heard Kiyomi's fluttering three characters, and took two steps forward to stand still in front of Kiyomi.

Unsure of the opening: "You don't remember me?"

"Should I remember you, have you been on the news?"

Atobe was overjoyed, thinking that she would not forget him so easily, but then Yukimura answered.

"He's not a suspect murderer. He hasn't been on the news you read. It seems to be a misunderstanding. This girl's friend is also here. Let's go first? King Ni said just now that his stomach hurts." Atobe noticed that it was unusual After getting emotional, he ignored the bewildered gaze cast by King Ni, and nodded tacitly with his teammates.

"Oh! It's too bad, the pain is unbearable, Bilu Shi, please support me!" The fraud master acted as soon as he was sent by the minister.

Sitting in the car on the way back, Kiyomi looked displeased at Nioh who was fighting with Marui, and then looked at Yukimura sitting next to him, squinting his eyes and resting his mind. With nowhere to vent his passion, evil came from his guts. He clenched his fists and dangled in front of Yukimura's eyes, but was caught by the other party.

"Are your nostrils also eyes?"

Yukimura didn't answer, and held Kiyomi's hand in his palm.

Qing Jian, who was waiting for the opponent to fight back, even thought about how to respond, suddenly his shoulders sank, and what he saw when he turned his head was no longer his own color, and he glanced at purple blue.

"Be good, I want to sleep for a while." With a nasal voice, coquettishly stuffed back the few counterattacks she had thought up, Qingjian sighed, shrunk his shoulders slightly so that the boy could sleep more comfortably, and even forgot In order to withdraw his hand, the corners of his mouth curved a little unobservably.