The result of the competition was successfully advanced.

The next round is the semi-finals match against Tokyo No. 10 High School.

A week of hard training was exchanged for everyone's digestion and application of the knowledge taught by Tokihiko Ogasawara.

This week, it was very tired.

After being accurate to Lv8, proficiency will be difficult to improve.

Therefore, Uesugi still needs to rely on himself to make up for the mistakes.

Now he is lying on the bed in a large shape, his hands raising up are turning his phone meaninglessly.

The shoulders and arms were sore.

It would be great if Xiao Huahuo could help rub his shoulders.

It's okay to step on it with your feet.

Uesuma got up from the bed and dragged a chair to the window.

When I opened the shutters, it was drizzling.

The gray dark clouds covered the entire sky in Tokyo.

It quietly fell by the window and splashed on the raindrops on its face, with a hint of natural coolness.

Uesugi lies across the window with his hands and head, looking at the Hanamaru house next door, where the small fire was blocked by the curtains.

In the past...she would often stand here and smile at herself...

The sound of rain is drifting, washing away the mental fatigue brought by training.

He couldn't help but think about her dodging eyes that night.

Are you really angry?

Yes, it’s because I’m too arrogant.

Uesugi Sao began to regret the many actions he had done to her.

He stood up from his lying position and took out his cell phone again.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Hanawa, forgive me, please reply."

After clicking and sending, he really thought he was a scumbag and playing with other people's girls' feelings.

After doing something, I want to ask for forgiveness with just one apology.

This message disappeared like dozens of messages sent before.

“It’s useless…”

Uesuma Sato lay down by the window again, holding his phone with his left hand against the frame of the blinds, his pupils were zooming, staring at the phone screen with his pupils, praying for a reply.

The sound of line symbolizes the dawn of hope.

"Zojun...Come here, dad and mom are not at home."

Huamaru family.

He did not rush to open the door with the key given by Mrs. Hanamaru, but instead rang the doorbell and stood at the door with an umbrella and waited.

"Please come in..."

Message from line on your phone.

As soon as the door was opened, Hanaman Hanawa, wearing the shark T-shirt, stood on the entrance.

I only wore a pair of blue shorts on my lower body, and my snow-white thighs were exposed.

"Zhaojun..."

She pursed her soft lips.

Uesugi put away his umbrella and stepped into the entrance, the first sentence he said was - "I'm sorry."

"Zhaojun...no need to apologize, Huahuo was not angry..."

Hanamaru Hanabu took out a painting from behind, held it in both hands and handed it to him.

"Give......"

It was the same weak voice.

As Uesugi put down his umbrella and took the painting, Hanamaru Hanamaru explained in a low voice: "This is the painting I promised to paint by Toejun before... I'm sorry... Toejun, Hanamaru recently participated in the competition and finished painting this painting yesterday."

Uesugi could see the content of the painting at a glance. It was when she was attending the fireworks conference together last year. She smiled at herself in the neon lights with silver flowers and the crowded neon lights.

The girl lowered her head and clenched the corner of her clothes with her little hands.

"That day, Hua Huo had a lot of fun. Although Zhao Jun was still Brother Zhao at that time, Hua Huo understood that Zhao Jun did not hate Hua Huo."

"Zhaojun said that Hanawa should draw Hanawa himself, but Hanawa is very unconfident in himself."

"The fireworks are useless. I have always liked to cry since I was a child and have been bullied."

"Everyone hates Hanao... She doesn't like to talk or laugh. Everyone says Hanao is gloomy and can't even speak clearly."

"Everyone doesn't want to stay with Hanawa."

Uesuma Sho remembered again, she looked like she was huddled in the corner at that time.

"Only Zhaojun...is willing to approach fireworks..."

Huamaru Huahuo raised his head, his lively eyes still so bright.

"Hahuo knew that Brother Zhao was just treating Hanahuo as his sister, and like his father, he grew up with her like protecting her, but Hanhuo suddenly discovered that he fell in love with him one day."

The girl's soft voice said:

"'How great would it be if Brother Zhao could always accompany Huahuo.'"

"Hahuo doesn't know what his characteristics are, and he doesn't know what characteristics he has that makes Brother Zhao fall in love with her, and he doesn't have the confidence to tell Brother Zhao directly."

"But fortunately, Hanahuo learned about Brother Zhao's feelings for her that day."

"Hashiwai secretly kissed him at night. He was discovered, not looking at his sister."

The girl looked at the painting he took.

"So... Hanawao painted her own appearance in her mind - inferiority, backboneless, uncharacteristic, annoying... But she would smile very beautifully at Zhaojun."

Huamaru Huahuo's tender face showed a bright smile as bright as in the painting.

"Haihuo was not angry, but instead, Hanahuo wanted to apologize for secretly kissing Brother Zhao that day."

"So... Please accept this gift."

"I see."

After listening to every word she said patiently, Ousugi put the painting on the cabinet beside her, then raised her head and asked her:

"Huawa, why haven't you replied to me recently?"

“Also… not…”

"That's good."

Uesuma took two steps up and picked her up.

The weight of the girl's petite body was held in her hands.

"Zhaojun..."

Hanamaru Hanabu looked up at his handsome face above.

"Do you like Zhaojun?"

"Like..." The sound is slim and slim

The sound of rain soaking outside the house hits the doors and windows.

Uesugi Seated in front of her.

The eyes meet and silently.

A strange feeling burned the air around him little by little.

Just sitting on the bed, there is a strange heat.

The heart directly under the throat couldn't help but accelerate and pounded.

"I want to kiss you."

"Um......"

The hot blood seemed to be pumping directly into the brain, making the whole body dizzy.

......

silent.

"Zhaojun, don't kiss your neck...it will leave traces..."
To be continued...