Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

Tomie Kawakami...

Atobe Keigo silently said the name in his heart.

The new school doctor was obviously wearing a spotless white uniform, pure white, clean, not stained with a trace of dirt.

It is not like a doctor who bandages a wound and treats an illness, but a god of death who harvests life, or a flower of sin blooming on a cliff.

He held a sharp scalpel in his hand. His slender, white hand had distinct bones and round, pink fingertips, like the most exquisite artwork. There was no blood on the silver blade, but there was a sense of danger for no reason.

Atobe Keigo couldn't help but think of Ninzuzu's trance and absence when he was playing for the past few days. He put his hand on his chest, and the beating frequency here was much faster than before.

Although this does not mean that it is a signal of heartbeat, it is enough to show that his mood at the moment is being affected by this new doctor, and this change is only because he met Tomie Kawakami, and Tomie Kawakami treated him lightly. chuckled.

"It's not gorgeous, is it... Birch"

I don't know if it's because I'm not gorgeous, because I'm being easily influenced, or because the new Dr. Kawakami, or both.

When Jingwu Atobe was looking at Fu Zhenhong, Fu Zhenhong was also looking at the emperor of the Ice Emperor Academy, the only son of the Atobe Consortium.

He is an extremely delicate and handsome young man with light purple-gray hair, the bangs on his forehead are slightly spread out to both sides, the tail of his hair is slightly curled, and there is a small tear mole under the corner of his eye.

Some self-cultivation and magnanimity are exuded from the bones. Although Keigo Atobe is young, he already has the demeanor of a king who is convincing and followable.

Fu Zhenhong walked to the window without haste.

Seeing the doctor getting closer, Atobe Keigo didn't retreat or move. He raised his head slightly and observed Fu Zhenhong with sharp eyes.

Fu Zhenhong also let him watch, and she didn't stop until she walked to the window, so the two of them stood one inside the window and the other outside the window, just separated by a wall, looking at each other.

The cherry blossoms in April are in full bloom. With a slight wind, the petals fall from the leaves, and the fragrance of cherry blossoms lingers in the air.

However, Keigo Atobe smelled another kind of cool and sweet fragrance in the fragrance of cherry blossoms, like the perfume of Jo Malone soaked into the wooden panel painting, mixed with a kind of honeysuckle after being diffused by the sun With the smell of tobacco.

This is the fragrance from Kawakami Tomie's body.

It is obviously not strong, but when it pours into the tip of Keigo Atobe's nose, it makes him feel as if his thoughts have been seduced for a moment, and he even has a faint feeling of heart palpitations.

Fu Zhenhong's identity is Kawakami Tomie in this world full of anime from all walks of life. The original Kawakami Tomie has an extremely magical charm. Everyone who has seen him will fall in love with him madly, want to possess him, and finally distort and blacken , Killing and dismembering.

Such a demonic attribute is not very useful for Fu Zhenhong's strategy. The liking that is seduced by the demonic charm is not the exact love he needs from the heart.

So after Fu Zhenhong came to this world, she suppressed the magical attributes of this body to the minimum, and the weaker the will, the more it will be affected.

But even though he lives in this world in the most essential state, there are more and more people who are attracted to him, not because of Fu Jiang's magical charm, but because of himself.

If Fu Jiang's charm is superficial, it is the distortion and pathology of human nature, then Fu Zhenhong's charm is himself, the pursuit and desire of burning love.

When these two charms are combined, it makes Fu Zhenhong even more strangely attractive.Even if he deliberately pretends to be a middle-aged man with a big belly, people will still notice him and blush for him.

In contrast, Keigo Atobe's mere trance is enough to explain the world's preference for this outstanding person and the young man's strong belief and unique worldview.

Fu Zhenhong smiled again, and the corners of her lips curled into a charming arc.

In the next second, he directly picked up Keigo Atobe's chin with a scalpel. The silver blade fit against the young man's fair and delicate jaw, and the pure color blade exuding cold light reflected the young man's face without a trace of panic.

"You don't look hurt, so why did you come here?"

Fu Zhenhong asked with great interest. At this moment, if he moved his hand a little, the sharp point of the knife would pierce the artery in the young man's neck. It was obviously a dangerous and oppressive posture, but his tone was so gentle.

Atobe Keigo felt a faint shudder, Kawakami Tomie did have a mysterious and dangerous temperament.

Unlike anyone he'd ever seen before.

Keigo Atobe gripped the surgical blade that lifted his jaw with both fingers, and moved it down. Just as he was about to answer aloud, Yoshiki Arai, who had been lying on the bed, suddenly raised his voice and yelled: " minister."

He was calling Atobe Jingwu, but his eyes kept falling on Fu Zhenhong.

This kind of mind, which is similar to diverting attention and not wanting the eyes of the person you like to stay too much on others, as Keigo Atobe with amazing insight, how could he not feel it.

Atobe Keigo glanced at Fu Zhenhong who retracted the scalpel, and then asked the staff on the hospital bed: "Arai, what is tennis to you?"

Arai Yoshiki was silent, he finally moved his eyes away from Fu Zhenhong's body, but after meeting Keigo Atobe's eyes, his eyes did not have the kind of vigor and confidence that he used to have on the court .

The current Kawakami Kawakami is full of Tomie Kawakami, and he likes him so much that he almost lost himself completely.

Without Yoshiki Arai's answer, Keigo Atobe already knew the answer. Perhaps since this member deliberately used tennis to get injured in order to see Dr. Kawakami, he is no longer the junior he is optimistic about.

"Yoshiki Arai, you know what to do, my uncle's tennis club doesn't need people who use tennis."

After Jingwu Atobe finished speaking, he glanced at Fu Zhenhong again, restrained his expression, turned around and left directly, and Takahiro Huachi followed behind him expressionlessly, playing a taciturn role as always.

Bingdi is a top wealthy school, and Fu Zhenhong is not the only school doctor hired by the school. There are three doctors in the infirmary plus Fu Zhenhong. Except for Fu Zhenhong, the other two are women. Individuals are on duty in rotation.

Because of her seniority, Fu Zhenhong was only on duty for two days a week.

When he left the Ice Emperor Academy, it was close to 07:30 in the evening. At this time, the warm halo had completely set in the west, and the darkness was slowly covering the day.

The darkened weather made Fu Zhenhong walk on the street, but she was not as eye-catching as in a hundred days.

He stopped at the entrance of a coffee shop. The decoration of the coffee shop was simple and elegant, and the name was also very simple. It was called Poirot Coffee Shop.

Fu Zhenhong stood at the door of the coffee shop, but she didn't go in immediately. Instead, she looked up at the top of the coffee shop. The words "Maori Detective Agency" on the second floor were unusually eye-catching.

Sleeping Kogoro?

Fu Zhenhong smiled, looked away, and walked straight into Poirot's coffee shop.

Fu Zhenhong's appearance instantly attracted the attention of all the customers in the coffee shop. Fortunately, there were not many customers in the coffee shop at this time, only a young couple and two middle-aged men in suits talking about business, so there were no Cause too much commotion.

Fu Zhenhong chose a seat closest to the corner and sat down.

The receptionist of the coffee shop was a delicate-looking young woman. She secretly marveled at the appearance of this guest. After taking a deep breath, she nervously stepped forward to ask Fu Zhenhong what she needed.

"A cup of black tea." Fu Zhenhong raised her eyelids and said lightly.

The waitress was Azusa Enomoto. After she walked back to the counter and conveyed Fu Zhenhong's needs, she touched her hot cheeks and said to the colleague wearing an apron standing inside the counter, "Mr. Amuro, that customer is really attractive." .”

She uses charm, not good looks.

Good-looking is just an affirmation of appearance, but the word charm undoubtedly includes more, not only referring to a person's appearance, but also complex things such as his own temperament...

Toru Amuro took out a pack of tea leaves from the innermost side of the drawer. Hearing this, he looked at the man sitting in the corner without any trace.

The man's sitting posture is not very correct, even a little casual and loose. He has long straight black hair. The light in the coffee shop shines on him, and the soft hair seems to be dyed with a thick layer of thick hair. Ink, pure and dark.

Because he was sitting in the corner, his face was half bright and half dark, so that the bright side seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy and transparent tulle by the warm halo, giving people an untouchable sense of illusion, like a mirror in a mirror.

The dark side is reminiscent of a deep ancient well, unpredictable and mysterious.

Toru Amuro has very strong observation and reasoning skills. He knows how to use a cheerful and kind personality to disguise a warm and sunny image that everyone will like. He is indeed a gentle and considerate person, even if you look at him Hastily, abruptly, in fact, many times, the people he observed didn't even notice his gaze.

But the guest sitting in the corner caught his gaze.

The other party shifted their eyes looking out of the window to him.

Amuro saw the guest resting his wrists on the table, leaning on his temples, the cuffs of his jacket fell a little with his movements, revealing a small white and slender wrist.

As for the hands that were pressed against the temples, the little fingers were slightly curled up, and the white and round fingertips just leaned against the tear mole at the corner of the eye.

When the eyes collided in the air, the guest smiled at him, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Amuro Toru's hand, which was about to tear open the tea bag, paused for a moment, then looked away very naturally, tore open the package and put the tea into the teapot.

Pour the water to [-]% full, and when the steaming tea slowly turned light red, Toru Amuro put a small spoonful of honey into the black tea and mixed it evenly with a stirring stick.

While doing these things, Toru Amuro keenly felt that the guest's eyes were still on him. restless.

An Shitou pursed her thin lips, and in a flash of thought, she put the brewed black tea on the tray, then walked out from the counter, and walked to Fu Zhenhong's side with the black tea.

"Sir, your black tea."