I'm Fujitsu

Since the new semester is about to start, there will inevitably be some students like He Qing who come to report in the school, some of whom have transferred from another school, and some are new students. People from the student union came to help maintain order.

"Fuji Shusuke?"

I have to say that Zhou Zhu knew quite a lot of people, and almost everywhere he went, someone could call out his name. He Qing pursed his lips, stopped in his tracks, and looked up at the place where the voice came from.

"Sure enough, I'm not mistaken. Is Fuji-kun going to Lihai University?"

The face of the boy opposite was beautiful, but there was still a trace of heroism in it, and coupled with his not-so-short height, he looked like a handsome boy.

Who is this?Calmly pressing the question in his heart, He Qing replied politely: "Yes, I hope you can give me more advice in the days to come."

After that, the two exchanged words several times. He Qing didn't want this person to see that he didn't know him, but he wanted to pretend to be familiar with him, so he was completely practicing Tai Chi.

"Fuerjun's tennis is really good, but it's a pity that Qingxue failed to enter the national competition last year."

"Yeah, it's a pity. You're not bad at tennis."

These few lines of dialogue sound all right, right?Compliment each other and sound polite.

But in fact, what Yukimura thinks is that no matter how good your golf skills are, you can't save your teammates who are like gods. There is no dead end in Lihai's third consecutive championship, so you are still here.

He Qing frowned inwardly. This person was subconsciously wary of others. Except for those he trusted, everyone else would inevitably become the object of his defense. He was used to probing and hiding everything he said.

Talking with such a person who is used to hiding (he is still a teenager), there is no contract and no benefits, He Qing soon lost his interest, and the other party never went straight to the point when talking, and always chatted in other places for a while before starting Find out what the other person means.

He Qing has always had no intention of wasting time on things that are not beneficial. Although he secretly admired this young man, he was not intimidated by the other party's posture. He just kept a slight smile on his face and did not say anything. Occasionally, he would order some The size, so that the other party will not be cold.

The person across from him was obviously smart, seeing He Qing's expression of unwillingness to be courteous with him, there was nothing unnatural on his face, but the smile on his face became more gentle, and when he spoke again, he got to the point, too. The main reason why he came to He Qing.

"Fuer-kun, since you are transferring, I don't know what club you want to join. If possible, I hope that you can come to our tennis club." He finally said his reason for coming, but He Qing sincerely hoped that he said nothing.

Just now when he saw He Qing not far away, Yukimura knew that he might have transferred another school. Qinggaku's ranking in the competition for two years was not very high, and he didn't even enter the country last year. Genius, if the Tennis Department gets a second assistant, Lihai University will have more confidence in winning the third consecutive championship this year.

"I'm sorry, I want to choose the calligraphy department. Because of some physical reasons before school starts, it is not suitable for long-term strenuous exercise." Yukimura's eyes are serious, and he can see that he sincerely invites himself to play tennis, which makes it impossible for He Qing to go Say something like I have no interest in tennis. Thinking about it in this way, the only reason is illness.

Looking at Yuta’s appearance yesterday, I knew how rigorous the tennis club’s training is, and the relationship between superiors and subordinates is very clear. Although He Qing reluctantly accepted his current status, he didn’t want to be subject to a group of young people and let junior high school students punish him Running circles or something is a bit of a scam, not to mention that he was a leader among adults before, even an ordinary man who is almost 30 years old may not be able to overcome this hurdle in his heart.

He is used to controlling everything in his own hands, and if he has the opportunity, he will soar into the sky. This kind of inherent arrogance may be a common problem of those in power, no matter how gentle their skin is.

Perhaps because he never thought that he would be rejected, Yukimura was stunned for a while. From his point of view, He Qing must like tennis. Even if he transferred to another school, he would continue his tennis career. How could he be wrong this time?

He is a little taller than He Qing, and just bowing his head slightly, Yukimura saw the other's eyes. Ice blue should be the most transparent and clear color among all colors, but Yukimura knew that it was just the surface, the more careful he was If you look at it, you will find that the waves are rough inside. The eyes are the window to a person's soul, and an outstanding man in his thirties can take full control.

He still can't control his eyes. When encountering unsolvable things, he can see the panic in his eyes if he doesn't pay attention, so he needs to use a smile on his face to hide his true emotions. After all, a smile can cover half of his eyes.

Fuji Zhouzhu is not easy!

Yukimura didn't draw conclusions casually based on appearances. He has always admired his father and managed the family's business. When he saw the same thing today, he felt that it was different from the few times he had seen it before, but But it's a little familiar, now he knows that Fuji Shusuke is like his father, Komura Yukimura.

He doesn't smile all the time like him, doesn't deliberately show off his aura but still makes people not look down upon, never reveals emotions that shouldn't be there, as if as long as he stands there straight, he is you people to look up to.

Yukimura looked up to his father for more than ten years, but he still couldn't follow in the footsteps of Yukimura's book. He knew that it was not his problem, but that he lacked a baptism about the years, a key to growth, and he also believed in his own future. It won't be worse than what my father did, but, today's Fujisuke...

He didn't have much contact with Fuji, and occasionally he would pay attention to each other when he passed by during a game. At that time, the opponent was still the same as him, hiding it with a smile, but now it has changed.

Yukimura gradually stopped smiling, and when he straightened his face, the soft and beautiful lines on his face seemed to be a little hard, but there was a faint look of calmness and prestige: "Fuer-kun, you are fine."

He Qing looked at Yukimura's seriousness, and the lightness towards the young man disappeared in his heart. Leaving aside the age gap, the person in front of him is actually very good, and he will stand alone in the future, so he couldn't help showing a real smile: " You are good too."

"Sanada and I are waiting for you in the tennis club, so stop making excuses."

Looking at the person in front of him who let down his guard and smiled for some reason, He Qing's head froze for a moment.

Why are these teenagers always talking about tennis?

"Jingshi!"

Someone next to him yelled and saved He Qing in an instant. The person in front of him looked back at the direction of the person, smiled, and introduced to the boy in the hat: "Xianichiro, this is Qingxue Fujisuke , Fuji-kun, this is Genichiro Sanada, the deputy head of the tennis club."

He Qing and the boss' boy(?) looked at each other, and passed their hands over: "Hello."

Seeing that Sanada seemed to have something to say to Yukimura, he hesitated to speak, He Qing nodded slightly: "It's getting late, then I'll go first."

"Okay." Yukimura smiled, and seemed to remember something, and said, "Tomorrow is the opening ceremony for new students, and the back door may be closed early."

"Thank you for the reminder." He Qing nodded and walked towards the school gate. Yukimura and Sanada went to the office building, probably to count the new students. Suddenly, they heard another sentence from behind: " Fuji-kun, I'll be waiting for you in the tennis club."

He Qing: "..."

******

The school uniform of Lihai University is not much different from that of Qingxue before. The colors are all dark, only some changes have been made in some places. The inside of the school uniform must be a shirt and tie, so that people will not be confused which school it belongs to.

The location of the rented house is very good, very close to the school.

The next day, He Qing didn't wake up very late, but there was no time to cook. She carefully arranged her clothes, took two cans of milk from the refrigerator, carried her bag and walked to school.

He was assigned to Class [-] of Group A for three years. The classroom is not difficult to find, but there is no habit of changing classes every time one is promoted to the first grade. Standing at the door, one can see the female teacher speaking to the students who have already arrived. .

When someone's eyes are fixed on you, you may find it difficult to ignore words.

The female teacher is now facing such a situation. She quickly turned her head to see which leader was patrolling outside the classroom, only to find He Qing standing outside.

The information has been given to the teacher, and He Qing himself is very similar to the photo, except for the opened eyes.Immediately, the female teacher's eyes rolled with a smile, and her high heels stepped off the podium with a crisp sound.

"Students, this classmate is a new student transferred from Youth Academy, let us applaud and welcome."

The students below were not very keen on clapping their hands. I heard that Group A was a model class. The boys who accounted for more than half of the students just looked up a few times, and then whispered a few whispers. To save face, he gave some sparse applause.

"It's so uncute..." The female teacher was a little embarrassed. The students in this class had good grades and a lot of knowledge, but they were not interested in many things.

"It's okay, where do I want to sit?" He Qing didn't care. In his eyes, the elite class should be like this. After scanning everyone calmly, he came to the conclusion that this probably It is divided into groups based on test scores, and the lower the ranking, the lower the group letters.

"Fu Er, sit next to Niwang, the one with the braids." Looking at He Qing's height, the female teacher looked back and forth, and then pointed to an empty seat.

It just so happened that there were two vacancies in that seat, one in front and the other in the back. The girl in front wore a ponytail. He Qing walked over without hesitation. He just put the schoolbag on the table. Those who were not interested in him just now People turned their heads or turned to look at him this time, smiling gloatingly.

"Bu Erjun, I am the King of Ren, puff!" The white-haired boy behind the girl looked at He Qing with a half-smile and said.

"I see." He Qing nodded to King Ren, smiled apologetically at the girl in front of her, grabbed her schoolbag, walked to the back and sat down.

"Hello, classmate, I'm Bu Er Zhou Zhu, please give me more advice."

"Hello, Masaharu Nioh, puff!"

"..." He Qing frowned, feeling that everything in this world is strange, the same table with strange mantras, the Kikumaru who jumped several meters, the 15-year-old Sanada who looks like 35... Is this really normal?

The class is nothing more than a few classes, but this deskmate seems to be a little eccentric. At this time, the sun is just right, but it is completely blocked by the curtains, but Nio is still hunched over the desk He looked a little sickly.

The Japanese junior high school courses are really not difficult, and the homework is minimal. He Qing listened carefully to two classes and was no longer interested.

Now, he is trying to climb the high wall of the school. Normally, he would not have any interest in such a high wall, but when he occasionally caught a glimpse of a person with a red head jumping into the campus, his craving for cigarettes suddenly came up.

At this moment, he was standing under the wall with a vague disdain for himself. A man who was almost 30 years old jumped over the wall in order to buy a pack of cigarettes. Even that unreliable boy Song Wen has never done it since he was 20 years old, oh It seems that after the age of 20, his old man turned a blind eye and let him go.

'I'm a 15-year-old now'

After making several psychological patches for himself in his heart, He Qing didn't blush and didn't pant anymore. He had been trained in his skills before, and this body's quality was not bad. Coupled with the strange gravity, he was in the After a few run-up steps, He Qing jumped up and went up effortlessly.

But at this time, there was a discordant voice.

"Student, what are you doing?"

A boy with purple hair and glasses came over, holding a notepad in his hand, with a blank expression on his face, and held his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

How could it be such a coincidence?He Qing's doubts flashed in his heart, and then he stared carefully at the boy under the wall.

It's not that he has a keen sense, but that when everyone is in class, even the disciplinary committee will not skip class because of it. After just a few more glances, He Qing suddenly discovered the problem, and he pointed at his back back.

The purple-haired student didn't understand what He Qing meant. Seeing He Qing pointing at his back, he raised his head to look at it, then shook his head, and said in a cold voice, "You don't have anything on your back."

He Qing: "..."

Sighing inwardly, looking at the confused person below, He Qing reminded: "No, it's on your back."

So He Qing witnessed a historic moment, the ice-cold man's face was completely broken, and his image was ruined in a mess. He grinned and scratched his back with his hands, and he really grabbed a gray braid. It's quite long.