Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 125

wow——

The leaves outside the window sounded like waves, and the sunlight climbed in through the window and fell on the desk in front of it. The golden light added a bit of warmth to the cold classroom.

"Time is up."

Tezuka glanced at his watch, opened his mouth coldly, then walked down from the podium, his eyes fell on the test paper on the table, his eyelids drooped slightly when he saw the familiar style of painting, sure enough, it was the same style of painting.

"Hey, Tezuka, do you still want to accept it?" Seeing that Tezuka stopped at the table without making a move, Fuji asked.

"Ah." A calm voice slipped from Tezuka's cold lips, and his slender hands picked up the paper on the table and put it in the file bag, and handed it to the third grade teacher in a while.

"Is that so?" Fuji said lightly, but when his eyes fell on Tezuka's purse, which was at eye level, the white paper with sketches came into view instantly.

Immediately, Fuji's elegant smile froze slightly, and his brows furrowed indistinctly. It turned out... Tezuka had such thoughts.

But what a pity.

"Hey, Tezuka," Fuji slowly stood up, looked at Tezuka, and said intriguingly, "It turns out that you will hesitate too."

Hearing this, Tezuka paused with his thread-wrapped hand, the golden streamer was fleeting on the lens, and then buckled the last bit of thread into the button of the file bag, turned his head to look at Fuji, and said coldly Open your mouth, "Ah."

Tezuka understood what Fuji meant, knowing that Fuji should have seen the picture scroll he had prepared, and also knowing that he did not pass it to Edogawa because of hesitation, and thus missed this opportunity.

In fact, for a good student like Tezuka, he is not good at cheating at all, that's why he hesitated and let Fuji seize the opportunity so easily.

"Really." Fuji looked at Tezuka, still with a soft smile on his face, his chestnut hair was hanging down quietly, he didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Meeting his gaze, Tezuka did not speak, his expressionless face remained unchanged, but the pair of sharp phoenix eyes were a bit deep, and the streamer on the lens stagnated for a long time.

The two of them were like this, neither of them opened their mouths to speak, the dull and strange atmosphere gradually spread, the sunlight on the ground shrank and shifted quietly, as if they were afraid of the weird atmosphere between the two of them.

squeak--

"Hey," the tables and chairs were gently pushed away, Yingyi stood up, lightly pressed the brim of her hat, looked at the two people in front of her, and said indifferently, "Are you all right?"

She found that this group of teenagers seemed to like to make trouble in front of her. The last time was Yukimura and Atobe, and it seemed that they had agreed on a practice match. Uh, it seems to be this week, right?

Now it's Fuji and Tezuka, and what's even more frustrating is that she has no idea what these teenagers are fighting about, and...why is she always standing between them when they are fighting?
Hearing what Sakuraichi said, the two turned their heads to look at her in unison. Tezuka closed his eyelids and spoke first: "Coach Ryuzaki is looking for you."

"She's looking for me?" Ying Yi frowned slightly, and glanced at the two of them, "Then I'll go first."

As she spoke, she nodded to the two of them and passed between them. Suddenly, her wrist tightened, forcing her to stop. Before she could turn her head, she heard the young man's soft and elegant voice, " Hey, Sakuraichi, don't forget what you promised."

Sakura turned to look at Bu Er, and he slowly stood up straight, the breeze came, and the fallen leaves brushed across that delicate and beautiful face, and the elegant and windy smile was obviously the same as before.

But looking carefully, it seems... there is something more, compared to before, it seems... deeper.

"Oh?" Ying raised her eyebrows, and the cunning arc blurred at the corner of her mouth, "What did I promise?"

"Sakura one..." Bu Er said helplessly, there was a touch of obsession and unrecognizable pampering in his soft voice.

However, before he could continue speaking, Tezuka's brows furrowed imperceptibly, his eyes fell on Fuji's hand holding Edogawa's wrist, his eyelids drooped slightly, "Fuji, Coach has something to do with Sakuraichi."

Sakura one...

Fuji was startled, Tezuka... actually changed his mind.

Sensing the strange atmosphere between the two, Sakura closed her eyelids, not knowing what the two of them were arguing about, so, with a flick of her wrist, she held Fuji's hand instead, and under the surprised eyes of the two, she turned to Tezuka said, "I'll go first."

After all, before the two of them could react, they pulled Bu Er and walked out. Under the sunlight, the silhouettes at their feet gradually approached the ground, and then blended together at the wall and disappeared...

Seeing the back of the two leaving, Tezuka's eyelashes trembled slightly, the hand holding the file bag couldn't help tightening, and the fingertips gradually turned white.

In the silent corridor, the two walked one after the other, the golden sunlight wrapped around the two of them through layers of leaves, and the warm feeling gradually spread, faint, soft, even the air, Also rendered a warm feeling.

His eyes fell on Yingyi holding his hand, and the smile on Buer's face became more and more elegant and soft. In invisible places, the tenderness in his heart gradually bloomed like sandalwood flowers, blending the anticipation and affection into it, touching this Love, the fragrance of flowers, so deep, so quiet...

Flipping her wrist, she took her hand into his own. Her hand was as small as two years ago, so small that he could completely wrap it with one hand, and it was as soft as if it had no bones.

Gently holding it, a strange feeling spread in the bottom of my heart instantly, and the silent heart began to jump excitedly, warm and faint, which made him even more greedy for this feeling.

"Hey, what are you giggling about?"

Sakura stopped in her tracks, turned sideways and looked at Fuji.Although the smile on his face was still as soft as ever.

However, she still sensed the faint joy in his heart. Originally, she was depressed because of the make-up exam. As soon as she felt that he was in a good mood, she couldn't help but want to hit him.

"Ok?"

Bu Er was slightly startled, the expression on his face was a bit astonished, but when he saw the slightly treacherous corner of Ying Yi's mouth, he knew he had been tricked by her, so he couldn't help but laugh a little, but the revenge that should be avenged still had to be avenged, so he did not hesitate. He said mercilessly, "Sakura will have to make up the exam in the afternoon."

Ying Yi froze all over, and said in a tone of gritted teeth: "You don't care about me!"

"Well, I don't care," Buer smiled slightly, turned his head to look at the trees outside the window, and said in a low voice as if recalling: "Make up the exam, I have never taken the make up exam before, when will I have this opportunity to take the make up exam again?" Woolen cloth."

"Fuji Shusuke------"

As soon as the words fell, the door behind him suddenly swung open, and a middle-aged teacher wearing glasses walked out, staring at Yingyi and yelling, "Hey, please keep your voice down, there is still class Nah!" After saying that, he closed the doors with a bang.

In an instant, Yingyi's face darkened, and she suddenly turned her head to look at the young man beside her who was still smiling gracefully like the wind, and the fire in her heart was bubbling upwards.

"Sakura..." Looking at the frizzy Yingyi, Fuji suppressed a smile and held her hand tightly, "The coach has something to do with you."

"Bastard! Let go!!"

Sakura shook off his hand, took two steps forward angrily, then retreated as if remembering something, stared at Fuji and stretched out her hand, "Give me back the chopsticks."

(End of this chapter)