Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 276 Who Wants You to Teach
The moon gradually hangs on the treetops, a little cool, a little quiet
The moonlight as white as thin frost is scattered on the pure white wall through the glass on the window, reflecting the slightly immature face of Sakura on the bed. In the haze, the whole person is almost transparent, and suddenly, the tip of Sakura's eyebrow lightens He pressed his hands on his stomach, it was so uncomfortable~
The eyelids trembled slightly, and Sakura opened her eyes, her brows still frowning slightly, and looked at the place where she was, the chandelier, the desk, the single bed, the quilt with the fragrance of dry plants, the beige boy's slippers with the bear pattern And... her sneakers.

Sakura was slightly taken aback.

dormitory?

Or the best dormitory?
By the way, the guy in the kite competition is the winning group.

Sakura sat up, rubbed her forehead lightly, turned her head to look at the deep stars in the sky, one by one were densely covered in the night sky, the faint light traveled through countless light years, and flickered in her eyes with.Slightly closing his eyelids, his eyes fell on the quilt on his body. The quilt shrouded in moonlight was a little illusory, and the fragrance of dry plants that belonged to him quietly permeated the tip of his nose, softer than moonlight.

So sad.
Yingyi gently rubbed her abdomen, she didn't expect the stamina of the dry juice to be so strong, it makes people feel that they can't even eat anything, it's really uncomfortable
Taking a deep breath, Yingyi put on her shoes and got off the bed, looked around, suddenly, her eyes tightened, and she actually found her tennis bag under the desk.
tennis bag.
Then her clothes.
As if thinking of something, Yingyi's face darkened, her already pale face darkened a bit, looking at her tennis bag, the hand hanging by her side suddenly tightened, that bastard! ! ! ! !

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the urge to slap him to death, Yingyi picked up her tennis bag and walked out the door.Her stomach is hurting, so she wants to exercise to digest.

The flowing night gradually pervaded, like ink droplets falling in the water, slowly blurring and dissolving little by little.Under the cold moonlight, the sound of patting clothes rang out among the clothes hanging to dry.

Then, a slender hand hung the clamped clothes on the clothesline, straightened the wrinkles on the clothes, and when he saw the name on the clothes, the corners of his mouth gradually rose, and his elegant and windy smile became softer.

slap~
wow-

slap~
wow-

Suddenly, a sound of hitting the ball attracted his attention, and Buer was slightly startled.
Putting down the basin in his hand, Bu Er walked towards the stadium not far away.

Sand~
The sound of the soles rubbing against the ground sounded, and the figure in black sportswear instantly disappeared in the backcourt. He appeared in front of the net before taking half a breath. He raised his hand and fell, dark green marks on the invisible air. generate, disappear
Elbow!

Fuji was slightly stunned, watching Sakuraichi in black sportswear running back and forth between the courts, hitting the ball back every time it bounced off the ground, and then came to the opposing court with bent elbows, and the cycle continued.

The line of sight moves with her movement, under the warm yellow light, there is a hazy and soft halo, quietly, quietly, as if only her heartbeat.

At this quiet moment, his gaze was like a delicate pen, outlining her meticulous traces.The tough lines of the day are hidden under the night, everything has a soft appearance, the air is no longer floating, and dormant emotions are dormant.

In this kind of night, it is easier for people to walk into the hazy and blurred moonlight, and linger in a kind of tranquility and remoteness...

When he came back to his senses, he pushed open the door of the court and walked in. Bu Er paused, looking at Ying Yi who was playing tennis by himself, feeling a little helpless.Gets her racket out of her tennis bag and walks out onto the field.

Looking at the boy who suddenly appeared on the opposite side, Yingyi was slightly stunned, but the ball in his hand had already been off the bat, and it was too late to save it.

"Hey, Sakuraichi" Fuji smiled softly, raised his right hand slowly and flatly, his elegant smile always looked at Yingyi with an unrecognizable pampering, with a movement of his arm, he hit the ball back with a snap. The moment the wind whizzed by, he said lightly, "I'll teach you my trick, okay?"

The tone is not a question but a statement. Obviously, no matter whether she agrees or not, he must teach.

Although she knew this was the case, Yingyi still raised her eyebrows, and said in a bad tone: "Tch~ Who wants you to teach me!"

(End of this chapter)