Summary: The male protagonist is always wrong

When I walked to the bus stop, I happened to see Fujiwaracho coming down.

He was wearing casual clothes.

When Fujiwara Chou saw Yin Li, he smiled happily and said, "Let's go."

Yin Li nodded.

Then the two of them were silent along the way.

Fujiwara Chou didn't say anything, and Yin Li didn't have anything to say either.

Fujiwara Chou looked down at Yin Li's white neck and felt his throat a little dry.

He hadn't seen Yin Li for a long time, and Yin Li had grown into this state while he was away.

"Was that your new friend last time?" Fujiwara Chou asked.

"The blond boy from last time?" Yin Li confirmed.

Fujiwara Sho nodded.

"He's my friend in England."

"Britain? Have you been with him all these years?" Fujiwara Chou's eyes darkened.

"He and I are classmates." Yin Li chose a foolproof answer, "Chou, you must have made new friends too."

"That's different with you. You are special to me."

The first archer friend wants to chase the target.

Unforgettable figure and chord sound, 5 years of waiting.

All this makes Yin Li extremely special in Fujiwara Chou's heart.

"Of course, everyone is different, and you are also special in my heart." Yin Li said tactfully.

Yin Li turned sideways and looked at Fujiwara Chou.

Fujiwara Chou glanced and saw that Yin Li's hand seemed to have some bruises under his sleeve.

He immediately grabbed Yin Li's injured arm and asked, "What's going on?"

"It's just an injury from kendo practice. I've already applied medicine."

Yin Li thought that since he had said so, Fujiwara Chou should let him go.

"Does it hurt?" Fujiwara Chou pressed the bruise with his hand. Their skin touched each other, and his palm was burning hot, making Yin Li's slightly cold skin warm up.

But this kind of action is really going too far.

Yin Li shook him off and pulled down her sleeves, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

As they were talking, the two of them walked to the archery field.

Fujiwara Sou went to change clothes.

Yin Li took the bow and shot two arrows.

Yin Li attracted a lot of attention with her beautiful appearance, perfect manners, pleasant string music, and accurate shooting skills.

When Fujiwara Chou came out after changing his clothes, he saw this scene and really wanted to hide him.

Fujiwara Chou walked towards Yin Li and blocked the eyes of those who were spying on Yin Li.

This is not the posture for shooting an arrow.

Yin Li put away the arrow and asked, "What's wrong?"

"They're looking at you, and I don't like them looking at you."

This statement is really too ambiguous.

Yin Li sighed inwardly when she heard what he said.

Yin Li took a step back and left the coverage of Fujiwara Chou's figure.

"Don't say that next time."

"Why?" Fujiwara was puzzled.

"For me, saying this kind of thing between friends is a bit too much."

“But this is what I really think in my heart.”

"Then don't think like that." Yin Li said slowly.

His voice was moving, but his words were truly hurtful.

Fujiwara Sou felt a little lost.

"You and I are friends, but I also have other friends. You can look at me, and they can look at me too. I am not your possession, and you are not the most special one in my heart. Don't say those overly ambiguous words to me, and don't do anything that goes against the line with me. It will make me uncomfortable."

Yin Li naturally knew that his words were hurtful, but he had to make it clear.

He felt that Fujiwara Sou's sense of distance was really problematic.

He treats other people like a noble gentleman, polite but distant.

But why did Yin Li have such a strong possessive desire? Yin Li was puzzled.

He is not a succubus.

If Fujiwara Shuu cannot change her attitude towards him, then the two of them may not even be able to be friends.

Makoto Sugawa would occasionally have physical contact with him, which was not forbidden.

But the actions between him and Makoto Sugawa were just pure playfulness.

Fujiwara Sou's actions were too ambiguous.

Touching the wound and the possessiveness he showed made Yin Li, who had a strong sense of distance and boundaries, a little unbearable.

"Is there no way anyway?" It was rare to see Fujiwara Sou looking so pitiful.

Is it really impossible? Is it impossible for me to be special no matter what?

Yin Li shook his head cruelly.

At least for Yin Li, this isn't how things should be between friends.

It doesn't matter to whom Fujiwara Chou does this or says ambiguous words.

But as Yin Li's friend, he couldn't treat Yin Li like this.

Fujiwara Sou said, "Okay. I won't do that again."

Yin Li nodded, "Let's practice archery."

After these words, the atmosphere between the two was not good.

However, after Fujiwara Chou picked up the bow and arrow, he still concentrated on practicing Kyudo.

Fujiwara no Sho was like an innocent child when it came to Kyudo. He held the bow in his arms as if he were holding his beloved.

His chest stretched slightly, and the only sound he could hear was the creaking of his handguard. He carefully tilted his ear, waiting for the moment to release the arrow.

When the bow is fully drawn, the arrow hits the center of the bull's eye as if it were attracted to the target.

Yin Li did not shoot the arrow, but looked at Fujiwara Chou intently.

Make full use of your God-given body with an elegant and majestic style.

His shooting form is indeed beautiful.

Yin Li withdrew his thoughts and began to draw his bow and shoot arrows.

He performed the eight steps of archery with extreme grace, almost like a dance.

Then there was a clear and bright string sound, and an arrow shot out from his hand without any distractions.

Fujiwara Sou heard the beautiful string music again.

The scene in my memory seemed to come back to life. On a cool summer day, the sea breeze blew the wind chimes, making lively and pleasant sounds. The sea water brushed over my body, taking away all the confusion.

He felt joy from the bottom of his heart. After so many years, he could finally shoot arrows with Yin Li again.

He also raised his bow and drew it to full length.

The two string sounds overlapped, and the two arrows shot towards the target with unstoppable force.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction arises spontaneously.

This feeling is like becoming one with Yin Li.

Fujiwara Chou raised the bow again. He looked at Yin Li's back and wanted to repeat it again.

When Yin Li's string sounded, Fujiwara Chou's arrow also left the string.

But the final result was that one hit the target and the other missed.

Fujiwara was so upset that he missed the target.

Yin Li put down the bow in his hand, then put his hands on his waist, knelt down with his legs together, and then picked up a few more arrows.

He did not ask Fujiwara Cho, but started shooting arrows again.

Fujiwara Cho did feel a little regretful. He took training as seriously as a formal competition, but after hearing the sound of Yin Li's string, he couldn't help but shoot the arrow. It was a terrible meeting.

But Yin Li didn't say anything, which made Fujiwara Chou calm down. He held his breath and focused on the bow and arrow again.

He hasn't missed the target in a long time.

If this was a competition, he would have already lost to Yin Li.

After the training, the two walked on their way back.

After training, Yin Li was covered in sweat and couldn't wait to go back and take a shower.

On the way back, Fujiwara Sou said nothing.

After walking all the way to the bus stop, Yin Li planned to say goodbye to him.

"Yin Li." Fujiwara Chou called out to him, "Can I still ask you out in the future?"

Yin Li nodded, "Of course."

"Goodbye then."