Chapter 70 Feeling

kitchen.

"Tezuka-senpai, let me help you."

Feng Jian quickly walked to his side and skillfully handed the plate to the sink.

"Don't bother, I can do it myself..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Jian had already walked over to him and was picking vegetables with him. His tone sounded a little more cheerful. "It's okay. I don't have anything else to do anyway. Besides, I prefer being with senior than playing around."

After realizing that he had said something that had caused misunderstanding, Feng Jian quickly waved his hand to explain, "No, I meant that the kitchen is quieter..."

Tezuka didn't stop picking vegetables and changed the subject, "Kazama, help me take the basket on your right."

Seeing that the other party did not bother with what he had just said, Feng Jian breathed a sigh of relief and handed the basket to him, "Is this it?"

Tezuka nodded and took it.

The light from overhead poured down through the fine hair, casting the silhouettes of the two people on the wall. Although it was a snowy day with dark clouds, the house was as warm as a sunny day.

"Senior, let me pick the vegetables."

Kazama closed the refrigerator and walked over with the ingredients.

Tezuka calmly turned the faucet to warm water and walked to the other side.

"I heard you're going to take the entrance exam for the University of Tokyo soon, and there's only one spot for the entire third grade," she said, plucking the leaves off the vegetables with deft movements, her voice as light as a hum. "As expected of you, Tezuka-senpai. I'll definitely go and cheer you on that day."

Tezuka paused in his firing motion, turned to look at her, his eyes hesitant to speak, "Actually, I..."

"Hmm." Feng Jian turned his head, with a slight curve at the corner of his lips, his eyes sparkling, and a few water droplets on his fair profile, revealing a crystal light.

"I also heard that the first-year freshman opening ceremony at the University of Tokyo will be in the summer, and there will be a grand fireworks display. It sounds like it will be beautiful."

His fingertips curled up slightly, and he sighed silently in his heart, but swallowed the rest of his words.

His voice was low, as if he was afraid of disturbing something. With his other hand, he handed over an apron, "Don't get your clothes dirty."

Kazama curled his lips slightly, took it and tied it up obediently. He caught a glimpse of Tezuka's apron string being hooked on the cabinet beside him, and subconsciously reached out to help him untie it, but he didn't expect the other party to suddenly turn around.

“Eh—”

His hand slipped past the belt, but he was thrust forward by inertia, finally crashing into a warm embrace. The scent of soap mixed with the fresh aroma of food on his apron filled his nose, and a feeling of dizziness rose in his head.

Tezuka was also caught off guard and subconsciously reached out to catch her, with his back against the table.

Suddenly bumping into a chest as thick as a city wall, Fengjian sucked in a breath of cold air, covered his forehead and looked up, but his eyes met directly with a pair of familiar eyes. There was a hint of surprise in the other person's brown eyes.

I was still in shock, but his eyes were as clear and bright as the bottom of a deep lake. The light above his head fell along with his movements, as if coated with a layer of silver light.

The places where my fingers touched were burning, and my heartbeat seemed to be a few beats faster than usual.

Her face suddenly turned red, and she quickly withdrew from his embrace, loosening her arms around her waist.

Before she could say anything, the kitchen door suddenly exploded and a group of people poured in like a snowball.

Everyone: "..."

Kazama quickly turned around, while Tezuka calmly adjusted his reflective glasses.

Tezuka was angry.

They would probably die miserably.

"elder brother……"

The voice that just appeared behind them came crisply. They turned around and noticed another petite figure standing outside the door. Her chestnut hair, like Tezuka's, was now like a mess. She was hugging a pillow and her eyes were a little hazy as if she had just woken up.

"Tezuka-senpai..." Momoshiro's voice just came out, but was suppressed by Kikumaru's elbow.

"What's wrong"

Tezuka looked calm and spoke in a much slower tone. He took off his apron, walked over and half-knelt in front of the girl.

"Brother, I think I have a cold..." The girl hung her head like a wilted flower.

Tezuka frowned slightly and placed his right hand on her forehead, which was indeed much hotter than before.

"Did you take your medicine this morning?"

The girl lowered her head guiltily, clutching the hem of her clothes with both hands, and said in a muffled voice, "No..."

Tezuka didn't say anything, just stared at her. After a while, he sighed helplessly, "I'll make another cup. This time, you have to finish it."

The girl curled her lips and said, "The medicine is too bitter, brother, can I not drink it..."

"no."

Looking at the girl pouting her lips, with an aggrieved expression on her face, as if she was about to cry but couldn't, and then looking at Tezuka who had a stern face and refused to give in, Kazama raised his hand weakly, "Well... there is a folk remedy for colds in my hometown, it's not that bitter, do you want to try it?"

After fiddling around in the kitchen for a while, Feng Jian came out carrying a bowl of yellowish soup and placed it in front of the girl. "This is a traditional recipe from our hometown. Add some pineapple, rock sugar, and loquat leaves. It can also cure colds."

"How amazing," Momoshiro and Kikumaru came over and exclaimed in amazement, "This is the first time I've heard of this method."

"Sister Ling taught me that."

"Thank you, sister." The girl called her sweetly, her brown eyes as clear as glass balls.

Feng Jian couldn't help but touch her head gently, "You're welcome. Children don't like bitter medicine. I didn't like it when I was a child..."

Before she finished speaking, she realized that the other person's brother was still watching her. She withdrew her hand awkwardly and touched the back of her head instead.

After drinking the medicine, Tezuka had already taken the soup bowl into the kitchen. Seeing the girl still sitting on the chair with her legs swinging, he sighed, "Go and rest after you finish your medicine."

The girl looked at Kazama, then looked at Tezuka, and said: "Brother, can you let this sister coax me to sleep?"

"I"

Kazama pointed at himself and subconsciously looked at Tezuka. Tezuka frowned slightly and said in a cold tone, "Songling, I told you not to trouble me too much."

The girl was stunned, sniffed, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes. Everyone looked at each other, and no one spoke for a while.

"Um... Tezuka-senpai, I'm fine." Kazama weakly raised his hand to speak again, giving the sniffling girl a soothing smile. "Children are always like this, especially sick children. They are always more fragile than others."

"Kazama..."

Tezuka looked at her, his eyes softening, and just as he was about to say something, someone else spoke first.

"Then sister, let's go."

Tezuka Shorei grabbed Kazama's sleeve and ran upstairs. Kazama only had time to look back at Tezuka before the figure disappeared in the stairwell, leaving everyone confused.

Tezuka pushed his glasses up and sighed silently.

"Sister, can you just sit here?"

Tezuka Matsurei pushed a chair to the bedside with all his strength, then climbed onto the bed and lay down, looking at her expectantly with bright eyes.

Kazama sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Sister, I've seen you before," Tezuka Shorei buried half her head in the quilt, revealing only a pair of large, moving eyes. "There's a photo in brother's room."

Feng Jian was slightly stunned, but quickly realized that it should have been taken when they went to watch the sunrise together last time. At that time, Senior Fuji gave each person a photo.

She didn't take it to heart, but just twisted the quilt for her and said gently, "Go to sleep."

"Sister, I can't sleep, let's chat"

Feng Jian nodded, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Let me think about it," she muttered softly, and her eyes suddenly lit up when she thought of something, "Sister, did you give your brother a gift before?"

"Gift"

Song Ling nodded vigorously, "A purple gift box."

Isn't that the wristband that she gave to Senior Tezuka in the library before? She nodded, a little surprised that he knew about it.

"Because I saw it in my brother's room," Tezuka Sho-rei said proudly, "and I knew it was a gift from my sister."

Feng Jian laughed slightly, "Why do you say that?"

"Because this is my brother's first time accepting a gift from a girl, and the way he looks at me is very different," she said, holding her chin with her hands. "Xiao Xu said that only when you like someone will you look at them that way."

"Xiao Xu is my best friend. What she says is absolutely correct."

"Like...me!" Fengjian pointed at himself in surprise.

"Yes, my brother must like Sister Kazama."

"Impossible..." Fengjian sat there in a daze.

My first reaction was that it was outrageous. How could someone as rigorous and meticulous as Tezuka-senpai have someone he likes?

However, she suddenly remembered what Minamoto and Yukimura had said during their summer training camp; and the night they watched the meteor shower together, when he applied medicine to her, the warmth in his eyes almost overflowed along the star-filled trajectory.

Like her?

No way.

Could Tezuka-senpai be such a person?

Is his feeling for her out of concern and debt to the members, or...

Fengjian felt like his heart was on a roller coaster, with ups and downs and no place to land.

She remembered that when she crashed into his arms before, her heart was pounding like crackling raindrops.

What about herself?

How do you feel about him?