One week before the Kanto Competition, Ocula followed the Seigaku Tennis Club to the mountains for training. There, Ocula met Atobe again, that young man who was as gorgeous as a rose and as narcissistic as a narcissus.

"Sato Oga." Atobe looked for a chance to be alone with Oga.

"What's the matter?" Daichi's reaction still made Atobe feel uncomfortable, and the possessiveness in his heart also followed.

"Do you want to be my uncle's girlfriend? Hmm?"

"No." The flat refusal made Atobe even more unconvinced. She saw the girl behind Atobe, who seemed to be the girl she saw during the last competition. She must like Atobe very much. The worry in her eyes made her

Her heart softened and she said, "You have a good girl by your side, don't let her down." Perhaps she felt that she was very similar to the original Sato Hercules, so she said a few more words.

"Wooden coffin? What are you talking about?" Her beautiful eyebrows knitted together unconsciously, and her lips pursed slightly. She seemed impatient when the was mentioned, but there was no trace of disgust.

It turned out to be called Wooden Coffin, and it was a nice name. Looking at the frowning Atobe, Aobe suddenly wanted to laugh. Atobe must also like Wooden Coffin, right? Otherwise, how could there be such a reaction? She took out the mints she was wearing.

He placed it on Atobe's palm and smiled slightly: "Please,"

It’s not a very stunning smile, but it has an unusual appeal; it’s not a perfect smile, but it has a very special affinity. It’s not a very alluring smile, but it has the feeling of a spring breeze blowing on your cheeks. But it’s just so ordinary

Atobe easily remembered the smile, and the quickening heartbeat in his chest made him wonder if he had fallen in love with Satou Satoshi, whom he had only met three times. Suddenly he remembered the scene when he saw Satoko for the first time. It was obviously snowing.

But he was not in a hurry to escape. Instead, he stood in the middle of the road and stretched out his hand to watch the snow accumulate in his hands. He was lost in thought, and when he came back to his senses, Daisy had already left, and the took the place where Daisy had been standing.

."Brother Jingwu, this is the juice Grandpa Butler asked me to give you."

I picked up the juice, looked at the direction in which Ichigo left, and thought, Sato Ichiba, you are mine. No matter how much you liked Yukimura Seiichi in the past, soon you will only be able to see me.

"Brother Keigo, who was that girl just now?" Mokuro couldn't help but ask, even though he knew that the Atobe Keigo he liked was very good and very popular with girls, so it was a bit of a psychological resistance to be with him.

You must have the ability to stress, but you cannot ignore it. Moreover, it seemed that Atobe took the initiative to talk to her this time, and the uneasiness in her heart became more and more profound.

Atobe didn't answer, glanced at Mucong and left. Don't you even want to explain in a word? Mucong's lips were bitten white by himself. He has stayed with Atobe for three years, starting from a meeting in England three years ago.

After an unexpected encounter, Mukuo fell in love with Atobe at first sight. From the initial stalking to becoming a helper in the tennis club, it seems that there is still a long distance between him and Atobe. When will this kind of life end?

Ah? Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, fell to the ground, and finally splashed a beautiful tear on the grass. Wiping away the tears, Mu Cong still caught up with Atobe's footsteps, and he had never been able to deal with Atobe.
Chapter completed!