Yukimura, you let go [Net King + Neighbors]

Tennis, but I don't want him to teach at all!If my brother sees me flirting with other boys and behaving intimately, I will definitely be too hungry to walk around after I go home!

I don't want this tragedy to happen!

"Mr. Qianshi really doesn't need it..."

I shook my head one after another, but Qianshi Qingchun showed an attitude of getting more and more frustrated: "It really doesn't matter, as long as you like tennis, you can learn it quickly, don't be afraid of being stupid..."

... When did I ever say that I felt I was too stupid to learn?Where did you get your focus, Qianshi-kun? Hey! <(‵ ′)/

"You see, Muromachi used to be as stupid as a pig, isn't he a good tennis player now? I also taught Muromachi tennis ten times!" Qingchun Qianshi pointed to the boy who just played with him in the tennis court , Hong Fang laughed loudly: "Why am I very good? Hahaha~ Don't worship me, I will be embarrassed."

"...Mr. Qianshi, you are so humorous."

Standing in the arena, the boy who was called Muromachi ten times by Kiyomizu Sengoku looked blankly at the direction where Kiyomizu and I were standing, with a big question mark on his forehead. I don’t know if he knew what Sengoku-kun told me just now. Could it be that... holding a tennis racket, he came up and gave Qian Shijun a slap on the forehead, making him have a tennis racket mark on his face? →→

Fantasizing about what might be happening in a parallel space, the corners of my mouth curled into an arc.

Qianshi Qingchun seemed to take my smile as a pass to let him teach me how to play tennis by default, pulled me up and walked into the doubleA field: "Hey, that's the way it should be! I will share my luck with you in half Yo Asako!"

... Mr. Qian Shi, we have known each other for only 3 minutes... Is it really okay for you to be so familiar?

Although I think I need something like "luck" to ease my life, but if this spiritual luck is based on physical pain, I think it's better for me not to.

"Sister Chaozi is here...it's why I've been looking for you for a long time."

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When I saw Yukimura Seiichi appearing outside the tennis court, and I was being dragged by the arm to the tennis court by my classmate Sengoku Kiyomi who I had just met, my whole body seemed to collapse.

——I was seen by my brother.

These six words were pieced together to form a short and sharp sentence, which was constantly circling in my head, and finally became a solid stick, hitting the back of my head with a heavy blow.

I find myself seeming to be pissing off Murakami all the time lately.

First, I behaved intimately with Misawa Mitsuyoshi at the baseball center yesterday, and then met another boy at the tennis court today, and he greeted me with his hand.

Should it be my fault?But I don't know where I went wrong.

Very irritable, like a moth that can't find the light, it can only scurry around in the dark night, touching the darkness inch by inch, trying to find the tiny ray of light.

"Yukimura-kun?"

When I was about to break free from Sengoku Kiyomi's claws on my arm, Sengoku Kiyomi looked at Yukimura Seiichi standing outside the tennis court and called out his name.I was a little surprised that Mr. Qian Shi and his brother knew each other?

"Long time no see, Sengoku-kun." Yukimura Seiichi opened the wire gate of the tennis court, and stepped towards me and Sengoku Kiyomi, his eyes were glued to the part of my arm that was pulled by Sengoku-kun just now, his eyes were burning hot It was so hot it gave me goosebumps.

Yukimura Seiichi's gaze was like a knife, as if he wanted to saw off my entire arm, I shrank my hands back into my sleeve: "Brother, didn't you say you were waiting for you in the doubleA field?"

"This is not the doubleA field, but the doubleF field." It wasn't Yukimura Seiichi who answered my question, but Muromachi Juji who stood aside and didn't say much.

I was in the wrong place! ⊙﹏⊙‖

I lowered my eyes to look at the tip of my shoe: "Brother, I'm sorry...I kept you waiting for so long..."

"It's okay," Seiichi Yukimura's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze as always, but what he said made me feel more guilty: "I just turned around 36 venues to find you."

...Brother must be... angry!

"Yukimura-kun, is this your... sister? Cousin?"

"to be continued"

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——>> "If we are not brothers and sisters... If we are not bound by blood... Then the things we are ashamed to say are not incest?"

Looking at Qianshi Qingchun's puzzled expression, in fact, my heart was also beating drums, curious as hell.

Am I Yukimura Seiichi's real sister?This problem has been lingering in my heart for a long time, but no one who can solve this problem, or something, appeared in front of me and made the situation suddenly clear.

This question is like a cloud of mist rising from the clouds, lingering in my heart, and I can't shake it off.

I grew up with Seiichi Yukimura and lived together since we were little.

In my memory, Yukimura Seiichi has always stood in front of me as a big brother, loving me, protecting me, loving me, doting on me, pitying me, and cherishing me. As long as I do something wrong, I will Yukimura Seiichi will admit at one stroke that he did things that make parents unhappy, and replace the punishment that should have been borne by me.

Yukimura Seichi is very good and has always been very good. My brother is like a prince who walked out of a fairy tale. He carried a sword and rode a white horse. princess in.

I used to want so much to just stay by Yukimura Seiichi's side for the rest of my life, clinging to him, getting tired of him, and it's best that Yukimura Seiichi doesn't have a girlfriend or get married, this life belongs to me alone...

But when that night came, I knew that Yukimura Seichi had changed.He is no longer the brother who would smile at me gently, say that when the sky falls, he will stand up and tell me not to be afraid... and I don't know why Yukimura Seiichi has a 180-degree attitude towards me change.

I looked up at Yukimura Seiichi, and pricked up my ears to hear my brother's answer clearly.

If we are not brothers and sisters...if we are not bound by blood...then the things we are ashamed to say are not incest?

If we are not brothers and sisters...if my elder brother treats me like this because he has a hard time...if Yukimura Seichi tells me...then I...I...do I choose to believe him?

But what if it wasn't incest?It's impossible to erase all the time I've lived in hell for so long!Those fears and despairs entangled like vines took root and sprouted deeply in my head, it was impossible, I absolutely could not forget them!

"No, it's not my cousin. Asako is my——sister."

When Seiichi Yukimura said these words with a smile, I seemed to have swallowed a fishbone suddenly, and it stuck in my throat, so uncomfortable that it almost pierced my entire throat.

"But..." Qingchun Qiangoku looked at me in confusion, then at Seiichi Yukimura, and asked, "Aren't you one named Yukimura and the other Natsume? Shouldn't brothers and sisters all have... the same surname?"

When I was a child, I asked my mother why my surname was different from my brother’s. She didn’t answer my question directly, but told me not to ask this question again in the future, especially my father.

At that time, I nodded, but I didn't take my mother's words deeply into my heart. I didn't realize it until one day I pulled my father's sleeve and asked him. After seeing my father's furious reaction and slamming the door to leave I made a big mistake myself.

"Mr. Qianshi is... asking too many questions."

My memory is stuck on the picture of my mother holding me and my brother crying, and my brother spoke.

"Sorry! I didn't intend to dig into your family's privacy..." Seeing that his brother's expression was not right, Qian Shijun immediately apologized.

"It's okay," my brother waved his hand generously, and then he embraced me: "Then don't disturb Sengoku-kun and Muromachi-kun's practice, I will take my sister and go first."

Because I went to the wrong venue and let my brother see the scene that would ignite the fuse between us, it is really awkward for the four of us to stand face to face, especially when the young man Qianshi just now...

My brother is the same as my father. I hate when people ask him why I, as his sister, have a different last name from his. Although my brother’s reaction is not as strong as my father’s when he is asked, it’s obvious. I think everyone around me should be able to feel it. Subtle changes in the atmosphere.

I didn't say anything more, I greeted Qingchun Qianshi and wanted to leave with my brother. Unexpectedly, Mr. Qianshi asked me for my mobile phone number sincerely, saying that he would teach me to play tennis again when he had the opportunity.

As soon as Qianshi Qingchun finished speaking, Yukimura Seiki's face turned black, and I immediately put on a smiling face and stepped back to Qianshi before my brother: "No need Sengoku-kun, really no need, thank you for your kindness, brother will teach me how to play tennis of."

"It doesn't matter. You can come out and have a cup of coffee together after you don't play tennis. Why don't I invite you to Osaka to eat Oyaki next time! If Asako wants to go to Tokyo, the Oyami over there is also delicious!"

Originally, Yukimura Seiichi's complexion was not very good, but after Sengoku Kiyomi called my name directly, he became even more upset, his lavender eyes were covered with dark clouds: "I'm sorry, Sengoku-kun