The king of rebirth meets his ex-husband

Chapter 271 I finally met (2)
Under the deliberate promotion of Wang Yuan and Ji Liang, the opening ceremony of the public welfare event "Sending Tennis to Promote Physical Fitness" to be held on the second day triggered an unprecedented frenzy of fans.

There are already people lining up on the ground floor at the gate of the stadium, just hoping to rush in and grab the frontmost location when the gate opens the next day.

In the hospital, Qing Ye was tucking the blanket for her mother, "Mom, the person I like is here, he might be your half son? Don't you want to wake up and see him?"

Aoba turned to his father again, "Dad, apart from tennis, this man is good at calligraphy and chess, don't you want to wake up and compete with him?"

On the TV, the momentary scenes of Tezuka Kunimitsu's repeated victories were played in a loop. Aoba raised his brows and eyes warmly, "Kunimitsu, long time no see."

The next day, the city stadium was overcrowded.

On the stands, in the corridors, including the windows of the nearby high-rise apartments, there are all the heads of people who are looking forward to it.The security department of the stadium temporarily transferred twice as many security guards from other places to strengthen the maintenance of order at the scene.

The group of journalists who had registered yesterday were placed under the rostrum of the opening ceremony.Zhao Jishi was even placed in the center, and his intention was self-evident.

From time to time, pointing movements around came into the line of sight of Aoba who came with her, but no sound of discussion entered her ears.

Qingye and Zhao Jishi looked at each other and smiled, which was very meaningful.Adding insult to injury also depends on the people involved in the incident itself. Like his current situation, whoever dares to take the lead now will definitely be nailed as "joint and several crimes".

At 09:30, participants began to sit on the rostrum. The first moment Tezuka Kunimitsu stepped onto the rostrum surrounded by security personnel headed by Ji Liang, Aoba turned his back at the same time. Private matters.

Aoba blinked and looked at the three-dimensional screen above the stands, where the four sides began to broadcast live at the same time.

Zhao Jishi was taken aback by Aoba's sudden turn around, "What's wrong, Aoba?" Why did you want to look at the big screen behind?My wife also said last night that Aoba liked tennis and admired tennis idols the most since she was in high school. Why is she going to watch the big screen now that the real person is here?

Aoba replied casually, "I can see clearly on the big screen."

Zhao Jishi couldn't figure it out. Based on their positions, it would be clearer if they looked at the rostrum, right?
Wang Yuan, president of the Listed Red Cross Association on the rostrum, first made the opening declaration. Zhao Jishi had no choice but to withdraw the idea of ​​continuing to cross-examine, and began to return to the content of the speech on the rostrum.

On the rostrum, there were senior officials from the Red Cross Association and the Municipal Tennis Association, as well as representatives from middle schools who received the balls. Everyone took turns to speak, and all of them spoke generously and couldn't hide their excitement.

But the picture on the big screen will always focus on Tezuka Kunimitsu who is in the center.

Wearing a khaki business suit, wearing a frosty imperial aura!

Zhao Jishi took a quick glance and whispered, "I really don't know where I got the courage to provoke him yesterday. I really hope that the opening ceremony will end early. It's a matter of life or death. It's too painful now..."

The extremely depressed mood prevented him from noticing the slightly trembling body of Aoba next to him.

Tezuka Kunimitsu made his last appearance as the grand finale. He gave a short and powerful speech. He temporarily decided to donate [-] tennis balls in return for his invitation from the Municipal Red Cross Association and the Tennis Association.At the end, I did not forget to bow deeply and thank all the fans present and not present for their support.

The polite and down-to-earth style immediately brought the atmosphere to the peak in an instant, and the group of reporters who smelled the new value information swarmed up, almost squeezing the thin Aoba.

Zhao Jishi turned around very quickly, and embraced Qingye with a strong figure, "Be careful!"

"Thank you!" He didn't rush forward to grab the news, but came to protect her first. Based on this alone, it was worth her helping him once.

Qingye patted his arm, withdrew from his embrace, pointed at the crowd behind him, "You seem to be squeezed out."

Their once most favorable terrain has been seized by a group of crazy reporters, and they have been squeezed to the periphery invisibly.

Zhao Jishi shook his head, "Squeeze it out, I don't have any hope anyway." He came here today to stand on the last post, and to satisfy his friend's desire to watch idols.

Aoba looked at Tezuka Kunimitsu, who was surrounded by reporters and barely visible on the rostrum ten meters away, "Think about your wife and children, can you give up?"

"Then what can we do?" Zhao Jishi also looked at the group of reporters who had no gaps, "Even if they are crowded, they won't be able to squeeze in."

Aoba waved her hand, beckoning him to lower down, and whispered something.

Zhao Jishi slowly widened his eyes, "Is this really the case?"

Aoba nodded heavily, it must be like this.

Zhao Jishi grinned wide, with a tangled expression, "Do you think I died too slowly, so you want to make up for it?"

Qingye turned his body towards the rostrum, "Hurry up, that person will leave the stage soon."

The implication is that if that person leaves the stage, his ending will never be changed.

……it is good!Zhao Jishi gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, fighting hard!Taking a deep breath, he yelled in the direction of the rostrum, "Qing———"

As soon as the loud voice came out, the rostrum shook.

Fans are angry, who?Who dares to mention their long-lost emperor's wife?

The reporters were shocked, idols, this is worthy of the reporter's credo of 'don't be afraid of death, just rush'!
The organizer is stupid, there are really people who are not afraid of death, the problem is not to make trouble here, isn't this adding trouble to them?
"Huh?" Tezuka Kunimitsu responded in a low voice, full of aura.

The flow of people in front of them is automatically arranged on both sides.

The source of the voice was the reporter who touched his bottom line again, and the gesture of yelling with his hips on his hips has not yet retracted.

Beside, a young woman.

Long hair and long skirt, very white and thin, with bright eyes, glancing back slowly.

She didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just stood there quietly.

Tezuka Kunimitsu froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.The familiar face, the familiar temperament, the yearning of the heart replaces the reason, and the body involuntarily takes a step forward.

(End of this chapter)