Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 111 Sanada Invitation

The undercurrent is surging, the wind is whistling, the girl arrives late in the sight of the young man, and the falling leaves sweep into flowers, shadowy, somewhat illusory and unreal.

Standing still in front of the young man, Sakurai closed her eyes slightly, forming a thinner red line through the brim of the hat, and looked at the bento in the young man's hand. When it became softer, he pressed the brim of his hat and sat down.

"Why is my bento here with you?"

"Hey, Sakuraichi," Fuji stretched out his hand and handed her the bento in his hand, with a faint smile on his delicate and pretty face, "You forgot to bring it in the morning."

is it?

Looking at her own reflection on the glass bento box in her hand, Yingyi slightly raised her eyebrows, would she be so negligent?Impossible, wait... When Sakura touched the smooth glass under the box, she couldn't help closing her eyelids, where are the chopsticks?
Seeing the girl's movements, Fuji's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a faint silhouette was cast on the eyelids, and he asked softly, "What is Yingyi looking for?"

Sakura raised her head and glanced at him, put down the bento box in her hand, frowned slightly, "No chopsticks."

"Really?" Fuji took a look at Sakuraichi's bento box, "Sure enough, there are no chopsticks, hey, Sakuraichi." Fuji bent his knees and laid one leg flat, getting a little closer to Sakuraichi , "Let me feed you."

Ying Yi froze all over, shivered suddenly, stared at Fuji, snatched the bento from his hand, "Bastard, who wants you to feed me."

"Really? What a pity," Fuji suppressed a smile, opened his bento, and at the same time took out chopsticks from the bottom of the bento box, tilted his head, and smiled softly at Sakura, "Hey, Sakura, I I don't care about you."

The dark red pupils reflected the chopsticks in Bu's hands, and he was as indifferent as a cherry, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, "I said... can't you give me your chopsticks?"

Sakura opened her mouth coldly, her voice sounded like she was gnashing her teeth.

"But..." Buer glanced at his chopsticks, as if hesitating, and finally turned his head to look at the small lake on the side, and said in a reluctant tone, "If I give it to Yingyi, I will be useless gone."

Hearing this, Sakura twitched her eyebrows and stared at the young man in front of her. The maroon hair gently brushed against his delicate and beautiful face in the breeze. He was obviously a young man as elegant as the wind, but the tone of his words made Sakura Yi had the urge to slap him to death, so the tone of his words was already quite unkind, "Shouldn't men give in to women?"

"is it?"

Fuji turned his head and looked at Yingyi who had blown his hair. God knows how much he wanted to laugh, but due to Yingyi's angry mood, he had to endure it. Besides, although cats are gentle animals, it is inevitable to get angry Will bite.

So, he put down his bento, and stretched out his hand to Yingyi, "Hey, Yingyi, let me feed you."

Looking at Fuji's white hands with long sleeves, Sakura closed her eyelids, should she give it or not?If I don't give it, I will be hungry all day today.But why let this guy feed himself?and……

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Just when Yingyi was struggling, Fuji had already taken her bento, opened it under her gloomy gaze, and when she saw the Chinese food inside, the arc of the corner of her mouth couldn’t help but deepen a little, Yingyi, she really likes to eat it the most What about Chinese food?

She wanted to return to thinking, but her hands kept moving, she picked up the chopsticks, picked up the vegetables and handed them to her mouth.

The red eyes under the brim of the hat reflected the dish in front of her, Sakura blinked her red eyes once, then blinked again.

Then, he raised his head and looked at the boy who was about ten centimeters away from him. The golden sunlight fell through the layers of leaves, dividing the shadows into mottled tree shadows.

Sticking to the delicate and beautiful face of the young man, when the wind blows, the shadow swayed vaguely, quiet and quiet.

Tightening his eyelids, Sakuraichi retracted his gaze, slightly opened his mouth to swallow the food on the chopsticks, and chewed. After swallowing and pausing for a while, the boy's chopsticks were brought to his mouth again, so he opened his mouth again, swallowed, and chewed ...

wow——

The sea of ​​trees moved with the wind with the sound of waves, and the fallen leaves fluttered down, fluttering freely in the wind, forming a flowing sky, covering the sight of many people, hazy, leisurely and elegant.

Fuji fed her in an orderly manner, always stopping for a while when Sakura was chewing to let her relax, and after she said indifferently, "Okay", she put away the lunch box, took out a tissue and gently gave her Wiping the corners of his mouth, his movements were slow and gentle.

The pupils reflected the young man's delicate and beautiful face, Ying Yi closed his eyelids, did not speak, and let him move.

The April wind was blowing quietly, with a touch of coolness, but it brought his subtle fragrance of dry plants, lingering at the tip of her nose, forming a seed called dependence that quietly took root and germinated in her heart.

Fu Er's movements are very soft, without the girl's resistance, the fingertips quietly caressed the girl's smooth and tender cheeks, the soft feeling began to permeate from the fingertips, delicate and delicate like flowing water across the fingertips, across the skin, and flow to the heart , Yun opened layers of ripples.

After a while, he withdrew his hand in Liulian, and smiled softly: "Hey, does Yingyi want to go back?"

"Ah."

Sakura nodded slightly, she wanted to find a place to sleep, the rooftop on the left of the teaching building must be occupied by Echizen, if the rooftop on the right, Fujiwara and the others should still eat there, then... let’s go to the Home Economics Club, after all, Shimao is the president, it is more convenient there, and there is a sofa.

"Hey, let's go." Sakura snatched the lunch box away, glanced at the dwarf holly not far away from the corner of her eyes, then turned and left.

After Sakura left, Fuji reached out and touched under his bento box. When he stretched out, a pair of white ivory chopsticks appeared in his palm. The moment the green leaves slipped, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and his elegant and windy smile became even brighter. "Hey, Sakuraichi, I'll give it back to you next time."

Under the dwarf holly tree, white light flashed away, and he quickly wrote down the data that made his heart beat faster in his notebook, muttering, good data, good data, good data...

wow-

However, with a soft sound, Gan saw a white light flicker in front of his eyes, and the notebook in his hand disappeared. He raised his head, and saw Bu Er standing in front of him, with an extremely soft smile on his face, "The energy of Qian is... really good!" Woolen cloth."

Hearing this, the corner of Gan's mouth twitched, his eyes fell on the notebook in Bu Er's hands, and he slowly stretched out his hand, "Fu Er, this..."

"Let's keep this notebook with me." Fuji said, and at the same time rolled up the notebook and put it in the purse of his clothes.

"No... not two." Looking at his movements, Gan felt a sudden pain in his heart, his data, his date, his datum...

"That's it, do it, that's right," Fuji finished speaking and was about to leave, then suddenly turned around as if remembering something, and smiled softly, "Remember to keep it secret, of course, in return, I won't keep it You told about the matter with Haitang."

he?And Haitang?
Looking at the back of Bu Er leaving leisurely, his eyebrows twitched, what shady secret does he and Haitang have?If so, why didn't he know?
"Sakura one."

Just stepped into the housekeeping agency, Fujiwara, who had been waiting here for a long time, stood up, opened his mouth, but did not speak.Seeing this, Sakura closed her eyelids slightly, sat down beside her, and said indifferently, "It's about Sanada."

"Well," Fujiwara nodded, and habitually said coldly: "Cousin Xianichiro invited us to attend his sword-giving ceremony tomorrow afternoon."

"Really." Ying Yi's tone was still as indifferent as frost, unable to hear any emotion | color, after a long time, she slowly opened her mouth, "Let's go together."

"Um."

(End of this chapter)