No two ambiguous records

Chapter 46 Gentle and Innocence

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Wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel, he calmed down his trembling panting, packed his tennis bag and walked back.Since then, I have practiced more than usual every day. The current situation is not enough. Although it is a happy thing to watch others grow, but if I have been stagnating...

So you have to put in more effort, because you have already made up your mind.But the problem is that I know that there is still a lot of room for growth, but I don't know how to break through that bottleneck at all. It's like knowing that victory is very important, but I still can't do my best to stick to it.I always feel that something is placed there, forming a transparent wall invisibly.

What kind of opportunity do you want, like the battle with Shiraishi and the battle with Nioh, which can promote your growth.However, opportunities like this are rare, and sometimes even if you experience it again, it may not have the same effect as the first time.So the most important thing is yourself.But the lack of a qualitative leap now is really distressing, and the mood can't help but sink a lot.

I can't eat hot tofu even in a hurry.

The night's cool wind invaded a little bit closer, Fuji shrank his neck and continued to walk to the bedroom.Thinking about it carefully, the photos were not brought back in the end, and it seems inappropriate to take them now. Although there is no wavering on the surface, some pimples are still difficult to get rid of.Buer still decided to follow his usual style and let time smooth out all the insecurities.Not thinking too much, not doing too much, is the most sensible way to protect yourself.

Having said that, the recent Yukimura Shiraishi is indeed a bit strange.There was a period of time before Shiraishi always disappeared in the middle, and was miraculously involved in Sanada, so Sanada's appearance rate around him was indeed much higher.Then, miraculously, it returned to normal.However, Yukimura would sometimes leave for a while, saying that he was going to solve some things, although every time he came back, he would have a bright smile on his face.

Speaking of this, the appearance rate of the group from Sitianbao Temple has also increased a lot recently. They always pull over Baishi mysteriously, and then see Baishi returning gloomy with black lines all over his head.

There is a faint feeling that there seems to be some huge conspiracy slowly forming behind him, although it feels a bit like a delusion.

I thought too much, and I really felt tired.

Buer, who had already reached the door of Room 201, pushed the door open, wanting to fall asleep on the comfortable bed, although it was still far away from bedtime.In fact he did, without even noticing Yukimura inside.

"Hey, Fuji, you're back? You look tired?" Yukimura was flipping through some picture albums by the desk, and saw that Fuji fell directly on the bed, as if he was about to fall asleep, so he walked over and sat down worriedly on the edge of the bed.

Fuji barely opened his eyelids that were about to close tightly, turned his head to Yukimura's direction, but still maintained the posture of lying on the bed, and said lazily: "Xingmura, why did you come back so early today?"

It's true that Shiraishi and Yukimura always come back late recently, making them feel moldy in the dormitory all by themselves.Although I tried to invite Taocheng and Kikumaru to come over to play, but I don't know why the two of them turned pale all of a sudden, and fled in a panic, leaving themselves where they didn't know why.

"Are you lonely?" The smile on the corner of his mouth inadvertently deepened, and he couldn't help reaching out to stroke the soft chestnut hair.

It seemed that a new wave of drowsiness came over again, Fujimi kept her eyes open, without any reaction, and let Yukimura stroke her hair regularly again and again.

are you asleep?

Noticing that Fuji hadn't moved for a long time, Yukimura tentatively let out a soft cry, but the only answer he had was steady breathing.Wisps of warm breath brushed against his cheeks, itching, just like his soft chestnut hair sweeping across his skin, not only caused a shudder on the surface of the skin, but also stirred the silent heartstrings.

Some long chestnut hair covered half of the face, but it coated the delicate face with a hazy beauty. The long eyelashes fluttered slightly like butterfly wings, and the small air current seemed to lift up a strand of chestnut hair on the side.Perhaps it was at this time that he could see his defenseless face, no longer the child who stubbornly put on a mask and insisted on his own strength.

Yukimura's eyes softened, and he withdrew his hand from stroking Fuji's hair.Now that you are tired, go to sleep.Good night.

It's not too late, but the sky has indeed changed into a black cloak.Baishi finally walked to the door of the dormitory with his tired body. It was really not easy to suppress such a group of live treasures, and he almost exhausted his energy for a day.In the past few days, I have been dragged to some messy meetings from time to time, and the result is nothing more than ignoring the topic and starting to make a fuss. In the end, the minister still needs to clean up the mess.

Why do you feel that to some extent, this group of people is doing more harm than good.

With a slight sigh, he opened the door of Room 201. At that moment, his mind went blank, and he was completely unable to think normally.

"Yukimura?"

It was only when I said it that I realized that my voice was trembling, and I completely underestimated the extent of my shaking.

"Shiraishi, you are back. Fuji is already asleep." Yukimura made a silent gesture, but his eyes completely cooled down in the next second, and he stared sharply at Shiraishi who was standing still, as if he had nothing to do Examining the opponent across the net emotionally.

Just a second or two later, the bone-cold eyes instantly disappeared, and a trace of water blue flashed in the purple mist. It was a bright and lonely color like the last teardrops dripping from the faucet. The soft warm color covered those purple eyes, Yukimura seemed to sigh, and raised his hand gently as usual: "Fuji-kun should have practiced again on his own, and fell asleep right away with a leaf stuck in his head."

"Yukimura..." After taking a few steps closer, he could see Fuji who was soundly asleep on the bed, as well as the creases left by Yukimura after sitting on the edge of the bed.The inexplicable sense of alert just now has slowly receded, the numbness and labor pain that seemed to be hit by a blunt weapon in my heart are also passing away, and the clamoring waves in my blood have also subsided.Even if there was no superfluous performance on the surface, he did not hide his emotions at all. I believe that Yukimura must be able to tell the truth at a glance, and this has become what he cares most about.

The purple-blue hair mixed with maroon fell loosely on the snow-white pillow. The first time I opened the door, I saw Yukimura sitting on the edge of the bed, propping the bed with one hand, and covering it lightly. The hair on one side not only covered his face It also covered Fuji's face, which almost made people's blood drop to zero.He would rather believe what Yukimura said, it's just as simple as picking a leaf, and in his opinion, Yukimura has no reason to deny anything, the worst case is to show his hole cards and compete fairly, this is also a normal situation.

He knew that Yukimura was really just picking a leaf, but he was puzzled by Yukimura's reaction.But Yukimura ignored his call directly, and put the leaf in his hand into the half-read album as a bookmark, his movements naturally made all delusions ridiculous.

Shiraishi still stood there watching Yukimura's series of actions, suddenly a piece of tape flew across the air and directly sealed his mouth tightly, and then met Yukimura's glamorous and threatening smile.

There was no difference at all, as scary as usual, a drop of cold sweat slipped from the back of Shiraishi's head.

The night was completely shrouded, and there was a gloomy and cold atmosphere in the silence. The crickets outside the window seemed to have suddenly disappeared.With his hands resting on the back of his head, his eyes were staring straight at the ceiling, the shining purple light was dazzling in the dark night, Yukimura was lying on the bed enjoying the silence of the night.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was as simple as just picking a leaf, but I suddenly kissed the soft chestnut hair as a goodnight gift.But when he saw Shiraishi who pushed the door in at a very inopportune time, he almost couldn't control his emotions.Although he stabilized his emotions and maintained his usual atmosphere in the shortest time, the heaviness in his heart could not go away.Sometimes I feel tired because I understand too much, Shiraishi's feelings are clear at a glance, maybe only Fuji is the one who doesn't know, this is probably Fuji's usual method.And he intentionally blurred his feelings on that boundary line, maybe because he understood too much so he didn't want to cross that line, he wanted to maintain the current atmosphere, he understood better because of the similarity.However, he also understood that this could not last for long.

A little tired... Slowly my consciousness fell into the darkness.

The author has something to say:

Fuji invited Taocheng Kikumaru to play in room 201 but was rejected, see the formula book.