When they arrived at the base of Kaishu, Obi had the opportunity to fully meet the characters of Net King, including Fudomine's Kamio, Tatekai Daiya came to Sanada, Kirihara and Renji, Hyotei came to Atobe, Ninzu, and

in the hexagon.

"We meet again, Sato Sato." Atobe didn't care about the oncoming approach. She ignored him and came to the front of the wooden coffin. Looking at the two people talking, Atobe wondered when they were so close.

alright?

"You are the first one who dares to ignore me," Atobe looked at the wooden coffin coldly, "Aren't you leaving? If you don't want to leave, don't come."

Mu Cong smiled apologetically at Ou Dai and ran to keep up with Atobe's departure.

It seems that Tezuka has a lot of love rivals, and they are all strong rivals. Fuji thought with a clear view of everything. She smiled helplessly, Muzuka's love journey is not that easy. I really miss Sato from the past.

Daichi, too, has always been following Yukimura. She will never do anything to make him unhappy. She can tell what the other person means and what his mood is with just one look and tone, and what he should do at that time.

"Let's go." Fuji gently helped Daichi pick up the heavy luggage. A group of people walked in. Soon, everyone started training, and Momoro also started over with his former rival Qianshi.

After winning the competition, the grown-up Sengoku was like a transformed swallowtail butterfly, making good use of boxing and integrating into playing tennis. This time, Momojo lost. On the other side, Ocula hurriedly helped

The main candidates of Qingxue cooked, and the rest was left to Sakurano and the others. After the day's training was over, Kikumaru walked into the cafeteria with a lively voice: "Ochi, where is my food?"

"Here," Daichi took out a few lunch boxes and placed them in front of them, but his attention was attracted by Kirihara who was arguing with Kamio. When everyone saw that the situation was wrong, they immediately rushed forward to stop the two of them and looked at Kirihara.

As the figure left, Daichi picked up her lunch box and chased after her, "Kirihara, wait for me."

Daichi followed Kirihara and sat on the grass in front of the tennis court.

"Ophio, am I really that annoying?" A muffled voice came from Kirihara's trembling vocal cords.

It was difficult for Ophio to answer at the moment. After all, if this kind of thing happened to him, he wouldn't be able to do it, so he wouldn't be angry. But Kirihara was not wrong, he was just for victory, just for Tatekai Dai's third consecutive victory.

Holding Kirihara's hand, he comforted softly: "If you don't want this to happen again, then try not to become a devil again. Do you remember? You competed with another person the day I left Tatsumi University.

Aren’t you very successful in not turning into a devil?”

"That's because that person is too weak."

"Kirihara, it actually doesn't depend on the strength of the opponent, but whether you want to control it or not. As long as you want, you can defeat him."

Kirihara looked at the hand covering his own hand. It had clear bones and a familiar bracelet on the wrist. With a strong force, he pulled Okra into his chest. Okra's meager resistance was completely ignored by Kirihara. Okra, I know.

It is impossible for me to be with you. At this moment, let me be willful for once. Smell greedily the scent of the grasshopper, feel the touch of the grasshopper's hair on my face, and feel the sadness coming from Kirihara's body.

Breathing, Ocula no longer objected, and patted Kirihara's back with her hands, like a mother coaxing her baby to sleep.

Damn it, I can definitely control myself.
Chapter completed!