Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Kyogokuhiko's vacation is only three days left, and the weekend is only five days. During these five days, he will take Natsume to see all the schools he has chosen and choose one to go through the admission procedures. The time is Very nervous, according to the distance, the first stop, Bingdi.

There is no shortage of good schools in Tokyo. Among them, Ice Emperor Gakuen is a very regular and unremarkable one. There are many strong teachers and clubs dedicated to communicating with overseas. The school spirit is open and rigorous. There has been no news that people criticize. Although it is private, it is relatively relatively It is said that more emphasis is placed on personal ability, so the class atmosphere is not strong. Although the admission of the heirs of the Atobe family has attracted some attention in the past two years, most of them have developed in a good direction.

To be honest, if it wasn't for the head of the tennis department who was so observant that he wondered if he was a purebred human, and worried that Natsume would show his feet at a young age, Hyotei would really be more suitable for Kyogokuhiko than Sakura preferences.

Especially the library which has been recently renovated and added new books.

"What are you talking bad about me again in your heart?" The purple-gray short-haired boy who was walking beside Kyogokuhiko habitually flicked his bangs and asked with raised eyebrows.

"It's nothing." Kyogokuhiko said, maintaining his "should be" attitude, casually holding the Ice Emperor's brochure while walking and reading, "Master Atobe, everything you do is right."

The lazy and sarcasm tone was so familiar that Atobe Keigo wondered if it was the right decision for him to ask for leave and travel all the way to accompany him to the preschool education department.

Unlike the friendship with Ximen Zongjiro and others who were cultivated almost from birth, the friendship between Kyogokuhiko and Atobe Keigo is relatively more involved in consideration of interests. The family line can be traced back to the Heian period and has been prominent to this day The Kyogoku family, which maintains such a noble status as a scholarly family, and the Atobe family, which has accumulated a large amount of wealth and risen rapidly with the help of new industries in the new century with its unique vision and means, can almost be said to be the Japanese of this era. The epitome of the old and new factions in the upper class—they don't like each other very much, but they have to reach an agreement in the face of interests, forming a very confusing internal fight that usually does not hurt the muscles and bones and agrees with the outside world.

As the two pivotal balance points in this situation, it is necessary for Kyogokuhiko and Atobe Keigo to leave an impression of a good relationship with the outside world. It would be even better if the relationship is really good.

Although it seems that the young master and the master Atobe can only talk calmly when discussing Goethe instead of mocking each other after a few sentences.

Kyogokuhiko refused to admit that this is also proof of a good relationship.

If it wasn't for the strength of the Ice Empress, he wouldn't have taken it into consideration.

"Master, this way." Diarmuid listened to their [-]-minute non-nutritive conversation with dumbfounding, always paying attention to the position of the two people walking in the front, in case they lost their minds and disappeared in a certain place. corner.

"This is the music classroom." The teacher in charge of the introduction said, "The music department sometimes holds small recitals here."

Natsume nodded earnestly. Today he was wearing a small white shirt with dark blue striped overalls, and a light brown coat outside. He hadn't had time to buy new clothes, and he was wearing them from his previous home. A lot of doubts are the old clothes eliminated by the adopters, but they are also washed clean, and they are obviously dressed with care. Although the small face has not yet cultivated the fleshy feeling that Kyogokuhiko likes, it is also cute and makes people feel uncomfortable. Heart trembling.

The female teacher who had just returned from giving birth had a blushing face and held Natsume's hand, her attitude became a little more amiable, she whispered softly and secretly made up her mind that if he enrolls here, she must win over to her own class.

"Have you realized that you are redundant here?" Kyogokuhiko raised his eyes and glanced over Keigo Atobe's face, but he was only a little over two years older than him, and he was almost fifteen centimeters taller than him .

No, I need to drink an extra glass of milk when I go back today.

Atobe Keigo didn't notice Kyogokuhiko's childish behavior of comparing height, "As if you are necessary."

One is only responsible for bringing people there, and the other has not studied in the Ice Emperor Preschool Education Department for a day and even doesn't know the terrain. Strictly speaking, these two are actually very redundant here.

Diarmuid stretched out his hand to pull back Kyogokuhiko who had gone in the wrong direction again, smiled and complained silently in his heart.

And it's troublesome not to look at the road all the time.

Speaking of visiting the campus, I walked around the main buildings, such as teaching buildings and gymnasiums, looked at the cherry tree road that is said to have grown for nearly a hundred years, and listened to the introduction of famous teachers and clubs for more than half an hour. The introduction made Natsume dizzy and confused.

Poor little guy.Kyogokuhiko stroked the hair on his hair and made a nasty smile.

Lunch was eaten in the cafeteria of Hyodi, which was also a way for Natsume to experience the taste of the cafeteria in advance, after all, no one at home would bring him a bento.

"What do you want to eat?" Kyogokuhiko asked.

Natsume tilted his head, frowning in confusion and paused for a while before saying, "Noodles."

Diarmuid took a plate of spaghetti and put it on the tray, "Would you like French fries?"

"...yes." Natsume blinked and tugged at the corner of Diarmuid's clothes, "More ketchup..." The child's voice was light and shy, and there was a little blush at the base of his ears. Burying his face in Diarmuid's windbreaker, the accompanying female teacher was so cute that he wanted to smuggle him home.

"Okay, give Natsume a lot of ketchup." Diarmuid smiled, then held the plate with one hand, bent down and hugged Natsume, "Master, what do you want to eat?"

Kyogokuhiko glanced at him, glanced at the various nutritious meals that were obviously prepared for children, took a glass of milk and a piece of cake and put them on the tray in his hand.

He wasn't very hungry, and Keigo Atobe didn't have much appetite, so he ordered some cake and juice to make do with it, and the two sat in silence for a while, trying to find something to keep them from talking, which was just a mocking topic.

Except Goethe.

So……

"Is the Kanto Tournament starting soon?" Kyogoku searched his brains and finally found such a topic that Keigo Atobe should be interested in from a corner. "The one about tennis."

"..." Keigo Atobe was silent for a moment, restrained the words "It will be soon, there are still three months" and said, "I didn't expect you to be interested in tennis."

"Ah, because there are a few sports boys around me, I got to know a little bit." Kyogoku shrugged, "It looks quite passionate, if the housekeeper didn't stop me, I would have tried a little bit, such as tennis and basketball some type of."

"...You'd better take part in the study club." Keigo Atobe looked at Kyogokuhiko's paler face than before, and said.

It’s no secret that Kyogokuhiko’s health is poor. Asthma, stomach problems and other major and minor ailments, almost all doctors advise him not to participate in any strenuous exercise and it’s best to keep his mood stable and not fluctuate too much—the birth The seemingly healed heart, which had undergone major surgery at the time, was not as strong as imagined.

"I'm just thinking about it. It's okay if you can't play it." Kyogokuhiko said, "I watched the TV broadcast a few years ago. It's quite exciting."

"National competition?"

"Well, Genichiro's group photo had such a stupid expression on his face that I made a special call to laugh at him." Kyogokuhiko took out his phone from his pocket and called up the photo gallery, "This is it."

On the screen of the mobile phone is a group photo of the champion team of the national competition. Genichiro Sanada, who was still in the second grade at that time, stood beside Seichi Yukimura, who was already the deputy minister at the time. The sunlight was so good that his hat cast a particularly thick shadow on his face. , the usual black face and cold face showed a little joy because of winning the championship. At first glance, it was nothing, but if you really look at it seriously as Kyogokuhiko said, it is indeed...a bit stupid.

Atobe Keigo raised his eyebrows, held back for a while and laughed mercilessly, "Give me a copy of this photo, it's really a puff—" He put down the juice in his hand and supported the table with a hearty smile.

"Okay." Kyogokuhiko sent the picture to Keigo Atobe on the spot based on the principle of sharing. He thought for a while, considering the face of his friends who were far away in Kanagawa, and did not tell Keigo Atobe on the Internet. You can also search for a clearer version of the larger image.

"Speaking of which, do you want to watch the competition during the summer vacation?" Keigo Atobe laughed enough, and asked suddenly, "This year's national competition should end up in indoor venues." There is no need to think about the outdoor games at all. After Ji Yan stood outside for more than half an hour, they had to start worrying about whether he was suffering from heat stroke.

"The weather is too hot." Kyogokuhiko thought for a while and rejected his invitation, "I'm going to Antarctica for summer vacation."

"I'm not as afraid of heat as you are." Atobe Keigo couldn't laugh or cry, knowing that Kyogokuhiko was just joking, so he joked along, "Isn't the North Pole cooler?"

"I just said casually that you really believed it." Jing Jiyan gave a contemptuous look at the right time, lowered his head and held the cup and slowly drank milk, "I'm gone, you collect my body."

Excessively cold weather can cause tracheal constriction and lead to asthma attacks. In previous years, the winter in Japan would make him cough all night long. Going to the North Pole is basically a rhythm of courting death.

Atobe Jingwu sighed helplessly: "Can you stop talking about death every day, how old are you, and be a little more active and lively."

Kyogokuhiko lazily lowered his eyebrows and said: "It seems that I can get better without talking about my body...don't worry, I can't die so fast." Get comfortable.

"Now don't you talk about your life is pain?" Keigo Atobe asked. The domineering young master Kyogokuhiko has always believed that life is pain, so you should enjoy yourself in time. It's strange to be old-fashioned at such a young age. It's no wonder that I'm always complaining about my second illness and didn't graduate.

"Well, sometimes I feel that life is a bit interesting." Kyogokuhiko glanced at Diarmuid. The knight was concentrating on helping Natsume deal with the troublesome fish steaks. Looking at this side, I saw half of Kyogokuhiko's side face and Keigo Atobe's pitiful eyes. He smiled at Keigo Atobe without knowing it. Fish fillet into Natsume plate.

"taste good or not?"

"Delicious!" Natsume smiled softly at Diarmuid with bulging cheeks like a little hamster stored for the winter.

"I didn't have time to ask just now, who is this?" Keigo Atobe indicated Natsume's direction.

"Old... the grandson of my grandfather's deceased, the head of the Nuliang family entrusted me to take care of it." Jing Jiyan emphasized the Nuliang family, and smart people know that Natsume's identity is not simple.

Keigo Atobe nodded, and didn't ask any more questions. The Nuliang family, which has been rooted in Tokyo for hundreds of years, is insignificant and rarely participates in social activities, but it is quite a dreadful existence. Some unspeakable existences are related. Although they are silent and strange, people or things related to this family are also covered in a fog of mystery. Everyone has a bottom in their hearts and never keeps their mouths shut talk.

What's more, he didn't really want to get to the bottom of Natsume's identity, he just asked for a statement from Jingjiyan's mouth to fool the outside world, even if it was an illegitimate child left by someone from the Jingji family back then. They will believe what Ji Yan says.

It's just that it has something to do with the Nuliang family, and there are many messages that fully show the human imagination. It is estimated that it will be circulated in the circle for a long time.

Natsume, who was at the center of the topic, happily ate lunch. Kyogokuhiko and Atobe Keigo chatted dryly for nearly an hour over a glass of milk and a glass of juice over two pieces of cake. Their status meant that they couldn't talk deeply about many things, and they went back and forth. You can only talk about things like literature and art, and the lack of topics is embarrassing.

It's not that the relationship is bad, but sitting and chatting face to face like this is really fatal, so when they said goodbye at the school gate, both of them couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief in their hearts, feeling "saved".

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They made such a decision by coincidence.

In the afternoon, the three of Kyogokuhiko were all consumed in the store, and suddenly there were two more people in the planned solitary life, and they needed to buy a lot of daily necessities and clothes.

Although Kyogokuhiko's only role is to sit there and wait for Dilumu to choose something and provide his unlimited black card for payment.

Compared with Diarmuid, who relied on the basic knowledge instilled by the Holy Grail and quickly mastered the skills of life in this world, and even matched Natsume with clothes that the salesperson praised unceasingly, Jing, who is not a nine-level disability in life, but also indifferent to four bodies and five grains Ji Yan's life is probably spent on accumulating power and making money.

Therefore, it is not a very strange scene for Diarmuid and Natsume to choose clothes and tableware happily, and leave Kyogokuhiko aside to flip through magazines and wait to pay.

Tsk, I'm just used to his temperament.

While thinking about it, Kyogokuhiko clicked on the product catalog and ordered several new models that will be on the shelves soon with the clerk.

It includes a long silk nightgown that is fastened with a single button all over the body and drapes perfectly to the knees.

Wear it or don't wear it, he has a problem with the short-sleeved Superman T-shirt that Diarmuid wears when he sleeps.

When I woke up, I was facing Superman's big white teeth with a big smile, and all my charming thoughts flew nine days away, okay, it just ruined the atmosphere.

The author has something to say

This chapter is about the gorgeous Master Atobe. In fact, I really want to write the scene where he and the young master make fun of each other. QAQ

But we have to give little angel Natsume the correct guidance! 【make a fist

In fact, Ice Emperor is not as rich as imagined in the original book. Many people are ordinary middle-class people. The real rich should be Mr. Atobe. Renzu should be okay. Japanese doctors are still very profitable. In short, they are not As written in many fanfictions, everyone is from a wealthy family [laughs]

The fact that the young master treats Natsume so well is because he loves Natsume very much, because the gun brother likes the little angel Natsume and spoils him very much.

And Brother Gun loves Natsume so much, because Natsume is the young master who wants to raise him

Although he is always bullied by the young master [laughs]

So, the child is the emotional bond that connects the family of three hhhhh

And, the last nightgown, my personal design is gay purple [laughs]