Summary: The male protagonist is always wrong

When he heard Makoto Sugawa mention Fujiwara no Sou, Shigeyuki Hirayani became curious.

"Is Fujiwara Sou from the next class? Are you familiar with him?"

Hirayama Shigeyuki had never seen Yin Li interact with Fujiwara Chou at school.

Yin Li seldom participates in club activities and is not in the same class as Fujiwara-kun, so they shouldn't have come into contact with each other.

Yin Li nodded, "Yes, we are friends."

"With that Fujiwara-kun? That's really strange. He has a kind of aura that keeps people at a distance."

Seikawa Makoto: "I didn't expect Shigeyuki to think so too?"

"What do you mean by that, Makoto-kun?"

"Because Yin Li also has this kind of temperament, most people don't dare to talk to him. I thought that since you dared to take the initiative to talk to Yin Li, you would have a different impression of Chou."

"That's different. How did Yin Li become friends with him?"

Before Yin Li could answer, Qichuan Cheng spoke for him.

"Five years ago, Yin Li and Chou studied Kyudo under the same teacher. Five years after their separation, they met again. It's an incredible plot for a novel, isn't it?"

"You said they were reunited, but didn't they exchange contact information before they separated?" It seems their relationship wasn't that good.

"Because the incident happened suddenly." Yin Li said.

Makoto Sugawa: "It's precisely because the way we said goodbye was somewhat regrettable that it makes us remember it so fondly."

Hiratani Shigeyuki: "Who do you mean by 'never forgetting'?"

Yin Li didn't want to listen to the two of them discussing him and Fujiwara Cho anymore. He packed his lunch and stood up. "It's getting late. I'll go back to the classroom first."

Vacation World Fujiwara Sou 16

In the yellow plum season, it rains at home, and there are frogs everywhere in the grass pond.

There is an appointment not to come for the night and a half, idle knocking on the chess pieces and falling lights.

Yin Li placed a chessboard in front of him as he looked at the courtyard in the rain, occasionally hearing the sound of frogs.

This poem seems very appropriate at this moment.

From time to time, the chirping of birds can be heard from the trees. Perhaps the birds have built nests in the trees.

Raindrops fell into the pond in the courtyard, and the carp in the pond mistook them for bait. After they swam up, they swam back to the bottom of the pond in disappointment.

Green frogs croaked from one end of the courtyard to the other.

After a few days of irrigation, the dry landscape in the courtyard looks like a Jiangnan garden.

Yin Li was not stood up by her friend.

Because of the last gift incident, Fujiwara Sou decided to visit the Minamoto family this afternoon.

My grandparents recently went to a party with old friends.

Yin Li was planning to cook something for herself in the evening, but Fujiwara Chou happened to arrive at the right time.

The rain was carried by the wind and fell onto the wooden corridor outside the window.

The wooden corridor outside the window is called the edge.

It is also interesting to stay here and enjoy the scenery of the courtyard.

Yin Li brushed away the raindrops on the white chess pieces and moved the chessboard inward to prevent the falling rain from wetting it.

In the afternoon, Fujiwara no Sou arrived as scheduled.

Even on weekends, he still wore a shirt that looked very similar to his school uniform.

After being brought into the room by the Minamoto family's butler, Fujiwara Sou put down his wet umbrella at the entrance.

Yin Li took the gift from him in return and asked, "What is this?"

Fujiwara Chou and Yin Li walked into the room, and he replied, "These are pastries made by my mother."

"That must be delicious, let's try it together later."

Fujiwara Shuu really likes the phrase "Let's try it together".

"Aren't Grandpa Yuan and Grandma Yuan here?"

It was strange that the guests came but the host was not there.

"They went to a friend's party and haven't been home for the past two days. Mr. Saionji should have gone too."

"That's right."

Yin Li put the cakes into the refrigerator, and then asked Fujiwara Chou, "Do you want to stay here? Or do you want to go to my room?"

Fujiwara no Chou originally wanted to go to his room, but he saw the chessboard placed on the edge of the room.

"Yin Li is interested in playing chess?"

"I really like the feeling of concentrating on thinking, so I play it for fun occasionally."

Fujiwara no Sou walked out of the Japanese-style room and looked at the chess endgame on the board. "Why don't you play a few games with me?"

Yin Li happily accepted it, "Okay."

"Move the chessboard closer. It will be bad if the rain gets too heavy." Yin Li commanded.

Fujiwara Shuu moved the chessboard obediently.

"I'll go get some tea. It's all because Chou-kun was so friendly that I almost forgot you were my guest."

Listening to Yin Li's words, Fujiwara Chou smiled as he watched him prepare tea himself.

Kindness is a rare adjective for him.

Yin Li brewed a pot of tea and brought it over. As she poured the tea, she asked, "Is Chinese tea okay?"

"I'm not picky. What kind of tea is this?"

"Pu'er tea, ripe Pu'er. It warms the stomach and removes dampness. It's perfect for the rainy season."

Fujiwara Cho picked it up and took a sip, "It's really good."

"As long as it suits your taste."

Yin Li knelt down opposite him.

Fujiwara Cho chuckled, "Just now, even though the tea was already served, he asked me if I could accept it."

Yin Li raised her head and looked at him, "Because I know Chou Jun won't care."

Yin Li put the white chess pieces on the chessboard back into the chess pot one by one, and Fujiwara Chou also helped to put the black chess pieces.

"What if I say no?"

"Then I'll just have to enjoy this pot of Pu'er tea myself and then make you the tea you want."

Fujiwara Chou stopped and glanced at Yin Li, "This action seems like you are trying to bully me."

"Yes." Yin Li admitted confidently.

After clearing the chessboard, Fujiwara no Sou moved first with the black piece.

The "click" sound of chess pieces touching the chessboard and the "tick-tick" sound of raindrops falling to the ground.

Hearing this voice, Yin Li looked at the chessboard and fell into deep thought.

Some people say that Yin Li is a typical Japanese-style beautiful boy, but Fujiwara Cho thinks not.

He does look very amiable, gentle and non-aggressive.

But when he thinks seriously like he is now, the sharp edge hidden underneath will be revealed.

Like the sea, so beautiful, yet dangerous.

The same is true of Yin Li's swordsmanship and archery, so sharp.

His Kyudo is actually different from what is pursued in tradition. Traditional Kyudo is the way of Zen.

Despite this, Fujiwara no Sho is so fond of his archery.

Therefore, rather than saying that Yin Li is a beautiful young man with a Japanese style, it is better to say that he has a Chinese style.

Mr. Mo Shang is as gentle as jade.

Yin Li looked at the chessboard.

Fujiwara no Sho's chess style is delicate, yet secretly aggressive.

Maybe he wants to win by playing it safe.

Just like the person he is, he takes steady steps and never slacks off in his daily training.

Although he is a high school student and a nobleman, he is very thoughtful.

His strong self-esteem makes him aggressive.

Yin Li doesn't hate the beauty with edges, on the contrary, he prefers the beauty with edges.

The gentle beauty of a gentle breeze is indeed nice.

But Yin Li prefers to repay evil with evil.

The rain outside was getting heavier, and even the croaking of frogs became more obvious.

I guess they were also hit and had to take shelter from the rain.

After Fujiwara Sho finished making a move, he looked towards the rainy courtyard and said, "The courtyard is quite lively."

"Yes, this is the sound of summer." Yin Li thought for a while and made a move.

"The voice of summer." Fujiwara Chou looked at Yin Li, "Yin Li's eyes are the color of summer."

Yin Li raised her head. "It's your turn. It's the color of the sea, and people often associate summer with the sea."

Fujiwara Sho watched as a piece was placed on the chessboard.

It’s not entirely what Yin Li said, but Yin Li is his Xia Tian.

He no longer remembered what color the summer was when he stayed at his grandparents' house before Yin Li was born.