[Net King] After I successfully prostituted Yukimura Seiichi

"Akaya Kirihara, you're late again! Redouble your training!"

On the tennis court, the roar that pierced the sky sounded again, and Kirihara Chi, who was in the center of the storm, shrank his neck and responded softly, "Hey hey... I see, deputy minister..."

Such a scene would appear almost once or twice a week, and other people had long been familiar with it, and they would not even look away.

Students who don't need to participate in the early training enter the school one after another from the school gate, and they are not as curious as they were at the beginning when they heard the voices. What else can they do?

Isn't it because the junior from the tennis club was caught by their deputy head again and was late!

"Akaya, what's the reason to anger Sanada this time?" Marui Fumta smiled and asked curiously as he put Kirihara Akaya on the shoulder.

"...I met a new game console on the road, and I just stood there and watched it for a while," Kirihara Chiya explained sincerely, with an aggrieved expression as if he didn't know why the time was so fast, "Just for a short while, it's too late to react..."

"You must have watched it for a long time..." Kuisawa was re-tying the weight on his legs, trying to add as much as he could, "I'm 10 minutes late today." He babbled helplessly, as if I'm educating a younger brother who doesn't live up to expectations.

"Akaya Kirihara!! Go to training, what are you waiting for?" Sanada's voice came from not far away again, "Marui Bunta, you too!"

Marui Fumta, who was implicated by anger, shrugged and took his hand off Kirihara's shoulder, "I know, I know!" He took out the bubble gum he was carrying from his pocket, and just about to open it habitually, he squeezed it as soon as he put his hand on it. Soft things, wrong touch...

Fumiya Marui looked down strangely, and the next second he roared, "Masaharu Nioh!" His hand was covered with sticky green paint, and he didn't know when the bubble gum was dropped.

"Pfft...what's the matter?" Nioh Masaharu opened his eyes wide, pretending to be innocent, as if he didn't do this kind of thing, "Oh, Bunta, why do you have paint on your hands?"

Fumta Marui rushed over immediately, "Who else is as boring as you!" He stretched out his hand, trying to touch the paint on Nio's body.

Nioh Masaharu dodged swiftly, that look that deserved a beating really aroused enough hatred, "Puff..."

Kurosawa shook his head helplessly. The two of them were going to be suppressed by Sanada soon anyway. He tied up the weight and jumped on the spot twice. Feeling the force of the fall, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Is the previous burden light again?" Liu Lian Er suddenly appeared from nowhere, holding a notebook and asking like a ghost.

Kurosawa trembled all over, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "Liu... don't just scare people behind your back..." He almost died on the spot, but the shock was the shock, Kurosawa still answered Liu Lianer's question seriously, "I don't feel much about the weight I carried before, so I added a few more."

"Well, your recent stats have indeed improved a lot, maybe you should get a new one soon." Liu Lian'er wrote something thoughtfully, "But you still have to do what you can, excessive weight is harmful to you. The burden on the body should not be underestimated, if you feel uncomfortable, you must reduce it."

If this makes people reduce training, then tell Kurosawa that this guy does not need others to supervise his training, and he will even take the initiative to do other exercises after he is done. He is the most worry-free existence in the entire tennis club.

No, in fact, everyone is discussing whether or not Kurosawa should not train so hard, so that he will not be exhausted?

Based on the above reasons, Liu Lian Er added this sentence.

Kurosawa nodded, smiling brightly, "Don't worry, I know it well!"

Liu Lian Er had no choice but to compromise, "Okay."

After the morning work, Kurosawa and Yukimura returned to the classroom together. Mathematics in the new semester is obviously more difficult, at least Kurosawa thinks so.

Taking the math exercise book in his hand devoutly out of the backpack, Kurosawa sat on the seat, touched the brand new cover, and finished the exercise book in fantasy.

"You, did you buy these exercises for psychological comfort again?" Seiichi Yukimura stared helplessly at Kurosawa's series of movements, "Do you think you can put knowledge into your brain by touching it?"

After being exposed to his true thoughts and even hearing the uncontrollable laughter of his classmates nearby, Kurosawa responded angrily, "Guys who are good at math are the most annoying!"

"Hey, do you hate me?" Yukimura Seichi smiled softly.

"I hate Yukimura Seiichi!" Kurosawa replied bluntly and confidently.

"Then I hate Kurosawagawa too." Yukimura Seichi smiled even more.

Kurosawa straightened his back, frowned and looked at his calm deskmate beside him, "No!" He firmly vetoed, "You can't hate me!"

"Why? You hate me already, why can't I hate you?" Yukimura Seichi retorted pretending to be indifferent, with a smile on his face as if telling the truth, "I hate Kurosawagawa!"

For the first time in his life, he heard someone say that he hates him so bluntly, Kurosawa's mind went blank for a moment, "Uh... no..." The idol who was fatally hit almost felt that he had fallen into cyber violence. He had heard of things that didn't exist around him at all.

Kurosawa, who has always been surrounded by words of praise and love, obviously cannot accept other people's dislike and dislike, even if it is just a joke! !

"Kurosawa?" Seiichi Yukimura frowned slightly. He was just joking just now, but after seeing his deskmate staring blankly at him as if he had been greatly wronged, he really panicked.

He put his hand in front of Kurosawa, and was about to shake it, but then he was hugged hard, "No!" Kurosawa shouted, "You can't hate me!"

Yukimura Seichi was a little funny, this guy is too capricious, can this kind of hating who can be solved by talking about it? "Then you just said you hate me!"

"I'm joking..." Kurosawa rubbed Yukimura Seiichi's shoulder angrily, and apologized pitifully, "I'm sorry..."

"I'm joking too," Yukimura Seiichi lowered his head slightly, rubbing his chin against Kurosawa's soft hair, the other party's subconscious rubbing movements like a small animal obviously slowed down Yukimura Seiichi's tone.

But then, this poor little animal said very strong words in a pitiful tone, "No! You can't even make a joke!"

Yukimura Seiichi couldn't laugh or cry, "Why!"

"..." When it comes to the reason, Kurosawa himself doesn't know it himself. As long as he thinks that someone hates him, Kurosawa will be very sad. In his memory, there are only praises and flowers. Everyone who mentions him is happy and happy. Happy, in fact, in the final analysis, he just can't accept failure.

"I just can't say..." He didn't want others to discover the fragility hidden under the shell, Kurosawa decided to keep this question vague and self-willed.

"Arnold..." Zaochun Teng, who is still the successor monitor, held two pieces of paper to cover her face, and softly interrupted the continuing conversation of the two people who were hugging each other. Her face was slightly red, and there was a strange light in her eyes, " This year's sports meeting registration form, please fill it out and hand it to me."

Early Ivy put the registration form on Kurosawa's desk, then trotted away.

Kurosawa saw that there was a step down, so he picked up his watch and looked at it carefully. Some sports are quite interesting. "What is a race with borrowed objects?"

"Similar to an obstacle course, there will be a note in the middle of the run. You must borrow the specified item and run until the end to win. Do you want to choose this?" Seiichi Yukimura's arms were empty, and he didn't show any abnormality. He just explained in a flat tone, "The topic is different every year."

"Sounds like fun."

"Not bad, if you like it, report it."

"What about you?" Kurosawa asked, "What do you want to choose?"

Yukimura Seiichi thought for a while, "Well... let's sprint, take it easy this year."

Listening bitterly to the chatting of the two bosses in the class, the students in the front row were writing hard on their homework last night. Really, is it so exciting to finish homework on time?Shouldn't he also experience the state of being light-hearted without homework!

Kurosawa also knew about the events that other people participated in in the afternoon club activities. Of course, there were guys like Nioh who didn’t want to participate because of the trouble. The last time Nioh was lazy at the sports meeting.

Hearing what Kurosawa said, Nioh Masaharu glanced at him lazily, "Although the weather is pretty good now, let's forget about running in the sun!"

"What?" Kurosawa felt that the reason was too far-fetched, "How comfortable it is to be illuminated by the sun!" He raised his arms and stretched, as if embracing the orange sunset.

Nioh Masaharu narrowed his eyes, "Puff, compared to the sun that will get hot, it's more comfortable to be close to someone like the sun."

"There's no one like the sun," Kurosawa turned around with a bright smile, "Noh, you're not playing any pranks again, are you?"

"Who knows..." Nioh Masaharu returned to his usual lazy look, "I continued training."

It's so exciting to chat with Sanada's deadly eyes.

The sports meeting officially started in the days when the cherry blossoms were floating. This kind of school-wide carnival was too lively, and it was not much different from the Haiyuan Festival.

Everyone in the tennis team signed up for a staggered match, and Kurosawa's match was in the afternoon, so the morning was spent traveling to various venues to refuel.

In the afternoon loan race, the other main players also came to cheer, and stood together in solidarity outside the tennis section, forgetting that they were actually enemies in this sports meeting.

"What topic will Kurosawa draw?" Fumta Marui grinned and guessed, "I heard that someone got a slip of paper that was the wig of the director of the Academic Affairs Office at the sports meet last time hahahahahaha!"

"It won't be so unlucky..." Jackal Kuwahara prayed.

When the game started, the referee fired a gunshot, and Kurosawa ran in the lead. The boy who was extremely popular on campus was filled with cheering cheers everywhere he went.

"Tsk tsk tsk, has this guy Kurosawa's popularity reached the point where he doesn't care about class honors?" Marui Fumta was a little bit taken aback.

"Senior Kurosawa!! Come on!" The lively little kelp ran over from the farther first grade.

"By the way, the questions this time are all given by the student union, right? Yagyu, what's in it?" Liu Lianer asked Yagyu Hiroshi next to him. As the president of the student council, the other party must know what's in it.

Yagyu Hiroshi pushed down his glasses, "This time's topic..." His tone was a little angry, "It was all dropped by King Ni."

"Hey???"

Nioh Masaharu closed one eye, "Well, I think even though I didn't sign up for the sports meeting, I still have to feel a little bit involved!"

Running to the location first, Kurosawa put his hand in the lottery box and randomly took out one. After reading it, the smile on his mouth froze.

The referee in charge of the box asked, "What's wrong with Kurosawa? Is there any problem?"

"Uh, no, it's okay!" Kurosawa replied with a bright smile, then put away the note, glanced at the densely packed audience, and quickly determined the target.

"Yukimura, give me your hand!" Under the dumbfounded gaze of the others, Kurosawa grabbed Yukimura Seiichi's hand and ran back to the runway again.

"What? Is the topic this time about pulling a living person?" Yukimura Seichi asked with a smile.

"Almost!" Kurosawa ran back to the place where the note was drawn, and handed the note to the referee along with others.

"Ah, I don't need the hand..." The referee flatteredly rejected Yukimura Seiichi's hand from Kurosawa, only took the note and looked at it, "This..."

"Unqualified?" Kurosawa asked.

"Pass, pass..." The referee nodded hurriedly, "You can continue running!"

"Well, Yukimura, go back first!" Kurosawa unscrupulously left Yukimura Seichi here, and continued the game by himself.

Yukimura Seichi politely said to the referee, "Excuse me, can you show me that note?"

Seiichi Yukimura, who is very popular on campus, got the note handed over by the referee with both hands without any difficulty. At this time, other contestants also led a person to run over one after another.

"Ah, this competition is too much! What's the topic? I've been looking for someone for a long time!"

"I give up the game, what kind of dean are you looking for! Am I crazy?"

"I don't even have a girlfriend, why is there a girlfriend on the note! Can you still send me one?"

"It's too much! Let me find a child, where can I find it for you now! Let's make do with it, the shortest one in our class!"

Yukimura Seichi put the note in his pocket and didn't look at it for the time being. There are a lot of people here, so let's go back first, and don't delay them handing over... people.

"Nioh, what did you change those notes into? Why did you lead everyone there?" Fumita Marui looked curiously at Masaharu Nio who was lying in the shade of a tree.

"Pfft... people you like, the teaching director, children, classmates... any status, any occupation, as long as you are lucky, there are them!"

"Then what did Kurosawa get?" Liu Lianer guessed, "If you will pull Yukimura over..."

"At the same table, in the same class, or as the minister... Isn't it just these identities that are different from us." Marui Fumita curled his lips unconvinced, and a bubble that had already blown burst and stuck to his mouth with a sound of PA.

"Just ask the minister later." Jackal Kuwahara comforted Marui Bunta next to him.

"Who dares to ask?" Fumta Marui glanced at Genichiro Sanada, trying to pin his hopes on him.

Sanada turned a deaf ear, obviously he would not take the initiative to provoke Yukimura Seiichi, his friend's temper...could he not know?

Unless he took the initiative to tell you, otherwise asking is tantamount to death.

Marui Bunta's words put away everyone's curiosity, Kirihara Chi also asked in doubt, "Why don't you just ask Kurosawa-senpai?"

Hmm... If you ask me this kind of question... don't you seem to care about it! ! !What do you care about, you shouldn't care at all!

After the sports meeting, everyone sat down and chatted together, Marui casually asked, "Well, Kurosawa, what's the topic you drew?"

Someone echoed, "Ahahaha, yes, yes!"

"I don't care, I'm just a little curious..."

Kurosawa shook his head and smiled brightly, "It's the same table! Fortunately, Yukimura is on the side, otherwise the game will be lost."

Kurosawa, who had no idea that the note had been taken away by Yukimura Seichi, thought he was the only one who knew the title, but the real title... oops, no one knows anyway, so just pick one up!

"That's it, that's really lucky..."

Some people breathed a sigh of relief, after all, Kurosawa would not lie, anyone who lied would smile brightly, right?

Yukimura Seiichi smiled and didn't speak. It's rare that the big devil's smile is not so creepy. The note with the real topic is still in his trouser pocket, which makes him feel very good.

Nioh Masaharu, who initiated the replacement of the title, lay on the sidelines and curled his lips. Well, there is no tablemate in the title... So what is it...

There are too many identities put in, and Nioh Masaharu can't figure out what kind of topic it is.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't play pranks.

The author has something to say: Kurosawa is actually a fragile person, because he is always loved, so he can't accept others' dislike.

go to his happy tennis

guess what the note is