The next day, Tezuka sat down at his seat as usual, but he accidentally knocked over the table of Okra, and a sketchbook fell out from the drawer of Okra. When the wind blew, the paper also fluttered.

What appeared in front of him later was his profile in class, his expressions observing the players on the sidelines of the tennis club, his posture during the match with Ryoma, and his rare smile in Germany. These were all paintings.

Of?

Tezuka picked up the picture and flipped through the pages. The first few pages were full of fallen petals of cornflowers, occasionally mixed with the face of a strange man, but after that, every page was his own portrait, and in the corner was a

Daichi's signature. Suddenly I remembered that last time Daichi said that she would use the tennis club's main selection as a template for drawing. Later, she heard her friend say that her drawing was almost a full person too slow. It was because she drew herself halfway.

Really? Thinking of this, Tezuka's depression for the past few days suddenly disappeared, his mood became much better, and the tip of the iceberg seemed to have melted a little.

Continuing to flip through the pages carefully, I saw a line of words written on a blank page: The worst thing about losing someone is that they are close to you, but they feel like they are far away.

What does this mean? Who is lost? Xu Liang? But how should we explain the close presence next to me? There was no such person when I asked last time.

"Xiao Lei is not lucky, she actually likes you." A gloating voice came from behind, and his ice-like eyes were full of smiles. "Do you believe it now? Xiao Lei really likes you."

"Fuji," Tezuka looked at Fuji with a smile on his face. He had denied it so many times. He was really tired, especially with an extremely sinister person.

"Xiao Lei is really well-intentioned. He actually drew so many paintings about you. It's so biased that none of us are included. The rest of us are obviously much cuter than Tezuka and have many more expressions, unlike Tezuka.

, it’s always just an expression.”

"Fuer, how can you be so sure?"

"Because, Xiaoli admitted it to me." Fuji deliberately pretended to be serious and patted Tezuka on the shoulder, as if he were Tezuka's elder, "But Xiaoli didn't take this picture with her when she left, and she didn't know

Will there be any changes? Especially since the Ice Emperor still has the Atomo Department, he has ill intentions towards Xiaoxiao. Last time I heard that the first time the Aoji Department went to the Ice Emperor, the Atomo Department said that the Ice Emperor was

Where is her girlfriend?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp look came from the side, and Fuji innocently stuck out his tongue. If I didn't have to provoke the generals and sacrifice myself, you might have to go through a lot of unnecessary mistakes. Think about how to thank me in the future!

Tezuka's face turned dark, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Fuer, what are you doing here?"

"I almost forgot. Coach Ryuzaki called you over and said it was about the national competition."

Tezuka hid the in his schoolbag, and under his gaze, Fuji reluctantly left. I originally wanted to take a few more peeks, but the painting was really good.

When he got home at night, Tezuka buried himself in bed, and all he could think about was Fuji's words about her liking him. These words revived Tezuka's courage that had been extinguished in Germany. He thought about what if this was true.
Chapter completed!