Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 306 Scaring Sakuraichi
"Master Tezuka." Seeing Tezuka's return, the servants bowed respectfully.When he saw Fuji and Yingyi, he was slightly taken aback, but he didn't say anything, he just said: "Madam said, she took your tennis racket to repair, young master, so I told you not to look for it everywhere."

"Ah, thank you." Tezuka nodded slightly.

"Master, do you need snacks and tea?" The servant asked, although these things should be done on their own initiative without ordering the servants, but their young master is a calm person and prefers to do it himself.

"No need."

Sure enough, it was the same answer again, so the servant nodded and retreated.

"Hey, Tezuka's house really hasn't changed at all." Fuji said with a smile, but didn't expect Tezuka's answer, the three of them went to the entrance to change their shoes together and walked into Tezuka's study.

The study room is very small, with large bookcases on both sides, almost occupying half of the entire room, and in the center, there is a rectangular wooden low table. Sakura can tell at a glance that it is a Chinese sandalwood table. Wooden, valuable, and very historic.

Putting the tennis bag away, Sakuraichi sat down at the table alone, watching Fuji and Tezuka looking for basic books on painting on the bookshelf.Closing her eyelids, she was a little puzzled, why did she have to learn to draw?
In her opinion, painting is nothing more than a waste of time. Spending time on painting is better than practicing more.

Thinking of this, Sakuraichi felt a little bored, resting her chin with one hand, propping her elbows on the table, with the same indifferent expression on her face, she turned her head to look at the tennis bag placed by the wall, her and They were close together, and under the refraction of the light, a faint shadow quietly fell on the wall, completely blurring the faint dividing line.

Slightly closing her eyelids, Sakuraichi withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Fuji, her gaze moved with his movements.

The sunlight projected from the window fell on his body, warming his somewhat tough lines, making his whole person look softer.

The jet-black silhouette spread out on the ground, and the chestnut hair always fluttered slightly when he walked around, accompanied by the faint fragrance of dry plants, dizzying subtle ripples in the air.

Looking at his handsome back, Sakura closed her eyelids, and he grew taller, a little taller than before.

I don't know why, but when I look at him, I always feel at ease, and the rejection of the Ozuka family has disappeared without a trace because of his existence.

In fact, Yingyi doesn't understand why Buer always likes to be close to her. On their planet, no one has ever dared to treat her like this, and no one has the kind of look in their eyes that she can't understand.

There, what Sakura sees the most is awe and admiration, as well as greed and desire. Although they are annoying, they will be numb after getting used to them, so they won't care too much.

However, it was the first time she saw her eyes when Bu Er looked at her, and it gave her a very warm feeling, how warm it was, Ying Yi couldn't tell.And this kind of sight, she didn't hate it, on the contrary, she felt a sense of nostalgia.

The way Tezuka looked at her was somewhat similar to Fuji's, but Sakura didn't like it, and felt inexplicably that one person who looked at her with this kind of vision was enough.

If there are too many, she is afraid that she will get lost, and thus cannot find the person who gives her the warmth. She is not greedy at all, really, one is enough.

As if feeling Yingyi's gaze, Fuji turned his body and met Yingyi's nostalgic gaze. For a split second, the breeze slowed down, the sunset glowed, and the meeting of eyes faded faintly in the air. Dyed with ink flowers.

Looking at each other, the two were stunned for a moment. Sakura turned her head slightly, and reached out to lower the brim of her hat to hide her unnaturalness, but when she raised her hand, she paused, and she found that her hat was placed on the on the table.

The corners of Bu Er's mouth are slowly raised, full of pampering gradually blooming in the deep ice blue pupils, like blossoming lotus flowers blooming intensely, neither flattering nor coquettish, each leaf and petal, pieces of tranquility, in an instant, youthful unlimited.

In just a moment, Yingyi calmed down her emotions, put down her hands, and her eyes fell on the thick stack of books in No Second Hand. She casually swept them away, and couldn't help but froze for a moment. Ten books, a whole ten books, And each one is three centimeters thick.

"These." Yingyi closed her eyelids, and said with some uncertainty: "It's all the basics."

Looking at Yingyi's expression, he couldn't say how happy he was. In fact, these were not the foundation, he just wanted to scare Yingyi.

(End of this chapter)