[Black Blue] I'm sorry, I love you

"Can you add me?" A faint voice sounded, and Bingshi's hand spinning the ball froze, and then the ball in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.

"Who are you, when did you come here?"

"Hello, Himuro-kun, I'm sorry to cause you trouble, I'm Kuroko Tetsuya, a teammate of Vulcan-kun, and..." Heizi paused at this point, "I've been standing here, but Himuro-kun didn't watch That's it."

"..." So he has to blame himself for this?

"Don't worry about Chen, Heizi has a low sense of existence, very few people can spot him the first time they see him." With a smile, he hugged Heizi's shoulder, Vulcan smiled flamboyantly.

Of course, now no matter what time, he can see him for the first time.

"..." There was another silence, and the ice room suddenly had the feeling that Vulcan was showing affection.

illusion!It must be an illusion. Both of them are boys, but teammates with a good relationship... right?

"Have we met before?" Bingshi looked at Heizi. He didn't notice it just now, but he felt very familiar when he looked carefully.

"Tatsuya! This way of striking up a conversation is too old-fashioned." Pulling Heizi behind him like a food protector, Vulcan looked at the ice room vigilantly.

"..." He only said a word, but didn't do anything. Don't act like he wants to rob his wife, okay?

"Ah... What is Shizai doing? There are so many people." Ziyuan, who had bought some snacks and finally found them, was chewing on a popsicle while walking towards the crowd.

Suddenly, Ziyuan's nose twitched, and the tip of his nose smelled a familiar smell. Ziyuan's eyes lit up, and his lazy steps quickened, and he rushed straight towards Heizi behind Vulcan.

"Hei Zi~" Hei Zi was caught off guard, Hei Zi staggered and almost couldn't stand still, and then he felt that he was being hugged in his arms ahead of time.

"Ziyuan-kun, please let me go." The feeling of not touching the ground was really unpleasant, Heizi's face darkened suddenly, and his tone was cold.

"Hei Zi~" Hei Zi's grievance sounded above his head, Hei Zi ignored it, and threw his legs hard a few times, but Nai He's arms holding him did not loosen at all.

"Mr. Ziyuan, please let me go." This time the tone was not only cold, but also warning.

Knowing that if he didn't let go, Heizi would really go berserk, Ziyuan pouted helplessly, unwilling to let go of the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms.