The heart of the king of the net pleases you

Chapter 15 I Don't Like Her

Qingqian frowns to pack her things, as if she didn't hear the conversation between the two in front.

It's just that the loss emanating from his whole body can't be concealed no matter what.

I vaguely remember that Keigo Atobe never took the initiative to invite himself to have dinner with the tennis club, but he took the initiative to go there.

Later, Ye Ruoyun was the one who brought the girl to eat with Atobe and the others, and then things developed in an uncontrollable direction.

Qingqian smiled wryly, does this count as shooting herself in the foot?

"Om—" the phone in his pocket vibrated.

"I'll be waiting for you at the secret base." - Jiro

Qingqian chuckled, and put the pencil case into the desk, Cilang can be regarded as his only friend and only warmth in this school.

Walking briskly towards the top-floor terrace of the teaching building, Cilang was waiting there early on.

"How long have you been here?" Qingqian looked at Cilang who was holding two wrapped heads in her arms like chickens pecking at rice, and patted him on the shoulder quite reluctantly.

"Qingqian, you're here~" Cilang woke up instantly, and looked at Qingqian with a bright smile.

"Why did you ask me to come?" Qingqian sat down beside Cilang.

Qingqian regards Cilang as his younger brother, and he has always had no image in front of him, Cilang is used to giving Qingqian the package in his hand.

"This is a bento?" Qingqian curiously opened the light pink tablecloth, and a smell of rice came to her face.

"Yeah!" Cilang couldn't wait to open the portion in his hand: "My family likes the mutton brought back yesterday, and my mother prepared two lunch boxes for me early in the morning."

Looking at the bland but tasty meal in front of her, Qingqian moved her index finger, took a piece of broccoli and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Then you don't have dinner with the tennis club?" Qingqian tilted her head and looked at Cilang.

"No," Ci Lang rarely shook his head seriously, "I have to stay with you."

Qingqian's heart warmed up, but her mouth was still brave: "What can I do for you, I'm fine?"

"You're not well at all," Cilang shook his head, "I can tell."

The light smile faded away.

"And I don't like her either." Ci Lang smacked his mouth, putting the last bite of food into his mouth: "Xiao Jing will definitely bring her to eat with the tennis club."

After saying this, Cilang seemed to have remembered something, and looked at Qingqian nervously: "Qingqian...I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, I don't care anymore." Qingqian gave Cilang a relieved smile.

(End of this chapter)