"Do you think I can't recognize you just because you're wearing a mask? Huh? Who are you looking down on?"

Atobe Keigo pulled Keimitsu's cheek and asked with a raised eyebrow.

Jing Guang rubbed his hand ingratiatingly, "The person who knows me best in this world is my brother."

Atobe Keigo stared at him for a long while before letting go of his hand and snorted coldly.

I thought proudly: Just barely, he passed.

In fact, it had been a long time since he had been acted like a spoiled child by his baby brother, and he was so happy that he was almost flying.

No matter what, for him, seeing his brother happy and well makes him satisfied.

Moreover, they actually knew where my brother was. Wouldn’t it be easy to find him later?

Jingguang blinked and gave a soft and cute smile in the direction of his brother.

If the members of the volleyball club saw that look, they would be so shocked that their jaws would drop. They might even suspect that someone was pretending to be their assistant or that someone had switched names.

But even if I hadn't seen it like this, when I saw Fujino-senpai (classmate) yesterday, with his mouth slightly curved, and obediently followed those two unfamiliar boys with delicate features and imposing manners,

Those who were in the volleyball club and Karasuno who knew him were all stunned and jaws dropped as they walked out of the school gate.

They stared at the person leaving for a long time before they realized: Is that Fujino (senior)? Could he have been replaced by someone else?

Hinata Shoyo thought more: Or, could it be that those two people are aliens who are good at confusing people, or injecting their own consciousness into Fujino-senpai's body and controlling him?

Although, when his guesses and worries were known to other people in the department, they bent over and covered their stomachs with laughter.

Even Coach Uehara and Kazutetsu Takeda.

It is enough to see everyone's surprise and Jingguang's abnormality.

......

When it was just getting light, a figure appeared near Jingguang's house.

After following the address given by Atobe,

Seiichi Yukimura tried hard to calm himself. Because he was in a hurry, he only carried a mobile phone, bank card, wallet and a racket with him.

He didn't even bring a piece of luggage. The moment he received the call from Atobe, he asked his fellow travelers Irie and Tokugawa to help him ask for leave from the coach, and then he firmly chose to return home.

Booked the earliest flight.

After transferring from Tokyo Airport to Narita and taking a taxi, I finally arrived at the Jingguang Apartment in the last five minutes of the six-hour deadline.

The bodyguard downstairs saw him and had been told by his employer.

I looked down at the time silently.

The eldest master said that he would write down the time when Yukimura-san would come and tell him in the morning.

After half a year of training in the world, Yukimura Seiichi has matured a lot.

That delicate face had visibly matured a little, but was still as stunning as ever.

He stood in the apartment downstairs from Jingguang's house, looking at the house with the lights off, and hesitated for a moment.

Looking at my empty hands, I felt a little regretful that it was night time in China and there was no place selling flowers.

I haven’t seen my lover for such a long time, and I want to give him a bouquet of flowers.

He breathed a sigh of relief and went upstairs.

Hesitated for a moment, without knocking,

Looking at the moon in the sky, I thought: I've waited for so long, I should let Jingguang sleep a little longer.

Click.

The door opened from the inside.

Jingguang and Jingwu had not slept yet, and the slight noise at the door could not escape Jingguang's ears in the dead of night.

Moreover, Atobe also received a message from the bodyguard, which contained a photo of Yukimura Seiichi standing at the door of the apartment, and the arrival time was attached.

Atobe Keigo opened it without hesitation, and Keimitsu naturally saw it.

Jingguang couldn't wait to get out of bed and ran straight to the door without even bothering to put on his slippers.

Only Uncle Jibe was left behind, feeling depressed: his little cabbage had really been taken away by a pig.

Outside the door, Yukimura Seiichi was tidying up his slightly messy clothes after a long journey.