Chapter 25 Cold
"I'm so sorry, but everyone lives here..."
Kazama had just rushed back to the villa and hadn't had time to take off his mask to catch his breath when he saw the boys in ice-purple uniforms surrounding the girls in a circle. Sakurano, standing in the middle, looked like a poor little white rabbit surrounded by wolves.
"Wait a minute, you, what are you doing?"
Feng Jian had just stopped his bicycle when he rushed forward in a hurry, almost falling into the arms of the person in front of him.
The other person held her shoulders out of courtesy, but let go immediately. A faint rose scent brushed against her nose, and a low and magnetic voice rang out from above her head, "Why do you always look so unglamorous every time I see you? Ah..."
Fengjian stood firm, looked up at Atobe's slightly disgusted expression, and rolled his eyes at him: "Atobe-kun, shouldn't you reflect on why you always appear when I am the least gorgeous?"
Atobe was slightly startled, then snorted when he came to his senses, "You're such a smooth talker."
"Same here."
"Kazama-senpai."
Sakura gently grabbed her sleeve as if she were grabbing a piece of driftwood, and her voice was like a taut bow suddenly relaxing. She whispered, "Grandma said that the school has limited funds, so we have no choice but to live here."
"Don't worry, I'll tell you," Kazama comforted her and turned to look at Atobe, "Everyone will stay here for the camp, does Atobe-kun have any objections?"
"This place is too dull." Atobe stood with his arms folded.
"And there are frogs..." Hou Changtaro raised his hand silently, but was quickly silenced by Fengjian's glance.
"Atobe-kun, let's talk alone." Kazama pointed to the stairs not far away.
Atobe didn't comment, but moved forward.
The other members of Bingdi half-stood and half-squatted at the door of the villa, their eyes occasionally falling on the two people who were talking alone in the distance.
"Yushi, what are they talking about?" Xiang Hi squatted on the ground, supporting his chin with his hands. "It's really curious."
"I don't know," Oshitari raised a faint smile at the corner of his lips, glanced and looked away, "I didn't expect that this shabby place actually has three courts."
"Yes, yes, but the people of Seigaku are too poor to choose such a remote location. Any villa of the Atobe family is better than this."
"Senior Xiangri, what you said is really sharp." The young man with platinum blond hair stood by the door with his arms folded.
"Hiyoshi is really cunning when he says that," Mukai Taketo curled his lips, "You obviously think the same thing."
"But there are creatures like frogs here. I was really scared when I first came out." Feng Changtaro wiped the sweat from his head. It was all because of the frog that suddenly jumped on his head.
"Tsk, that's lame." Shishido Ryo twirled the racket in his hand, looking uninterested.
The two people on the other end were talking about something. Feng Jian turned and walked towards them, showing his standard toothy smile, "Everyone, please come with me to see the room."
Everyone in Hyotei looked at each other in confusion until they saw their captain standing there with his hands in his pockets and nodding. Oshitari's smile widened and he pushed up his glasses, "Well, it seems the result is out."
After bringing the person here, Kazama was about to leave when he was stopped by Oshitari at the door. "Could I ask how Kazama-san convinced that Atobe?"
Kazama blinked and frankly said that the condition he negotiated with Atobe was to arrange a single room for him, and mentioned in passing that he had been flattering Atobe.
"No more." Oshitari's expression was a little strange.
“No more.”
Oshitari showed a rare speechless expression on his face. After a few seconds, he couldn't help but ask: "Kazama-san, do you know that there is a villa not far from here?"
Kazama shook her head honestly. This was her first time in Karuizawa.
"Actually, that piece of land is the private land of the Atobe family. They own countless pieces of land."
"Then you are indeed very rich." Feng Jian blinked, with a clear expression of "and then what?" on his face.
Ninzu choked, held his forehead with his hand, and continued the topic resignedly: "So even if that guy Atobe wants to participate in the practice match, he can live in his own villa instead of this..." The words "drafts leaking from all sides" were about to come out, but he swallowed them back, "So he doesn't have to live here. So, do you understand what I mean, Kazama-san?"
Feng Jian thought for a few seconds, and finally hammered the palm of his other hand, and suddenly realized: "So, Atobe-kun wants to experience the life of ordinary people. Sister Ling said that rich kids like to experience ordinary life occasionally."
Oshitari was petrified.
"Or," Feng Jian stabbed his palm, "I want to experience 'inter-school friendship'"
“…”
Before he could even explain, the girl in front of him quickly left the scene after receiving some news. From what he had just seen out of the corner of his eye, it seemed that the group of people from Qingxue who went out for training had returned.
"Well..."
Oshitari spread his hands helplessly, "It's really a long road..."
——
After three days, Fengjian's cold did not improve at all, and even became more severe and unpredictable.
"Xing said that people who always catch colds in the summer are idiots."
After the tenth sneeze landed heavily, Taocheng's annoying voice came from behind him. It was hard to tell whether he was gloating or making a serious joke.
"The person who said that is more like an idiot," Feng Jian pulled a tissue to cover his mouth and nose, rolled his eyes at him, but then remembered something and bumped his shoulder with a teasing expression, "By the way, Taocheng, didn't you always call me Tachibana's sister before? Why are you suddenly calling me Xing, Xing, so intimately?"
Taocheng choked, touched the back of his head, and glanced up, "What's with Xing and Xing? I always call her Tachibana's sister. She's Tachibana's sister. Fengjian, you think too much."
As he said that, he put the racket behind his head and walked towards the court.
Catching a glimpse of the other person's red earlobe from the corner of his eye, Feng Jian gave a wicked smile and deliberately shouted at him: "Well, Taocheng, if you want to pursue girls in the future, I can give you some advice."
As soon as he finished speaking, Taocheng fell upside down.
Everyone was instantly in an uproar.
"Nani, Nani, did you know that Tao has someone she likes, Meow Dashi?"
"I haven't heard Taocheng say that either."
"This Taocheng guy has someone he likes and he didn't even tell us."
"Eiji, this is someone's private matter."
"That sounds interesting."
"hiss."
"Not even close."
"Kazama—" Momoshiro sat cross-legged on the court, his voice full of energy but unable to hide the fact that his face was as red as a monkey's butt, "Don't talk nonsense!"
The people on the Hyotei sidelines were also drawn to the movement on the Seigaku field.
"Tsk, that's lame."
"Even a guy like Taocheng has someone he likes." The boy with burgundy bob hair jumped on the ground, his slender figure seemed to be dancing in the air.
Oshitari sat on the steps, his chin half propped up. "Well, who knows? Maybe it's that cute girl I met at the street tennis court last time?"
"Captain Fudomine's sister?"
"Maybe." Oshitari looked away casually. In the distance, a young man with an ice-purple Hyotei uniform draped over his shoulders appeared outside the Seigaku field.
The boys' boisterous laughter was louder than the chirping of the cicadas in Karuizawa, yet it wasn't offensive. The white clouds were torn to pieces by the birds, and the sun shone unrestrainedly through the cracks in the leaves, making the trees look lush and green, and the sky clear and azure.
Feng Jian blew his nose hard and just threw the paper into the trash can when a familiar mocking voice suddenly sounded from behind him, "I told you, I don't want to see you in such an unglamorous state during the practice match."
Feng Jian knew who was speaking without even thinking. She picked up the record book beside her and said without turning back, "I'm really disappointed with you, Atobe-sama."
The last few words were spoken with a hint of gnashing of teeth.
"What's in this record book?"
A tennis racket with a white baseline suddenly jumped into view and pointed at the three rows in the middle of her field of vision. "And this, you haven't memorized any of Hyotei's selected moves, right? The data is as disorganized as a grocery store account book."
"It's because your Hyotei's tennis data is too complicated." Kazama complained in a low voice.
"You guys at Seigaku are all the same," Atobe glanced at her. "With such an amateur recorder, it's no wonder that being the captain is so hard for Tezuka."
Fengjian choked and looked at him indignantly.
"You're not expecting me to teach you, are you?" Atobe raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms over his chest. "But since Tezuka's not in the country, I'll have to correct your flawed tennis skills."
"Wait, I didn't..."
What does it mean to wait for him to teach you?
What is a flawed tennis level?
Before Kazama could finish, he was interrupted by Atobe, "I'll be waiting for you at the training ground at 8 o'clock tonight."
Having said that, he turned around and left with his flying clothes flying high.
In the distance, he flipped open his notebook and scribbled something down: "The probability that Kazama has an emotional dispute with the three ministers is 95%."
"Agan, have you collected some good data again?" Bu Er appeared beside him at some point, looking at him with a smile on his face.
He closed the notebook, and the corners of his lips curved into a strange arc.
"Yes."
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