Chapter 62 Composition
The sound of footsteps could be heard, and each sound through the air was like a hammer hitting Fengjian's heart.
Asami walked towards her, the buttons on his black jacket flashing a cold light. While she was still dazed, he had already walked up to her, dangling the key ring from his fingertips, and greeted her with a smile:
"You don't answer the phone, you don't reply to the messages, but I know I can wait for you here."
"Kazama."
Feng Jian's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything for a long time.
Yuan held her hand, but found that her whole body was trembling, and her fingertips were as cold as ice. He looked back in a daze and only saw her almost pale face.
"April……"
She pursed her lips, took a step forward to protect the person behind her, stared at the girl in front of her with a bad tone, "Who are you and what do you want to do to April?"
"April"
Asagiri raised an eyebrow, as if she had just noticed the person standing next to Kazama. The corners of her lips twitched, "Hello, I'm Asagiri Hara, a sophomore at Rikkai University, but..." She paused, her smile growing wider, "So Kazama didn't remind you that I'm her best friend."
The boys looked at each other, then at Fengjian, and then at her. No one spoke. Finally, it was Dashi who broke the silence, and sparse greetings were heard.
Kikumaru leaned on his partner's shoulder, staring at Asagirihara in confusion, muttering softly, "I feel like I've seen him somewhere before..."
"Ah!" he exclaimed in sudden realization, "Isn't she the middle school student who appeared in the model magazine not long ago?"
"Hey, Kazama actually has such an amazing friend."
He pushed his glasses up, silently took out his notebook, and quickly wrote down the words "Asagirihara - model - old friend of Kazama - hostility".
"Why... are you here?" Feng Jian ignored the scattered discussions behind him and stared at her.
Chao Wuyuan naturally didn't miss the alertness in her eyes. He curled the corners of his lips and said, "Of course, I came to see how my old friend is doing after transferring to this school. But now it seems that he is doing pretty well."
She glanced at the group of people at Seigaku behind her, her eyes revealing something ambiguous. "Kazama, it seems you've always been very popular. Whether it was with Yukimura Sanada and the others, or even now, it's truly so popular that it's enviable."
"What would happen if they knew what happened in the past?"
Fengjian suddenly clenched his palms.
Some people frowned slightly. Even if they were slow-witted and confused about the situation, they could still sense the hostility in the girl's words.
Taocheng shouted directly, "Hey you..."
The rest of his words were cut short by Kazama grabbing his sleeve.
"What do you want to do?" Fengjian turned his head, his voice slightly hoarse.
"I heard that the registration for the Century Cup Essay Contest is about to start." Chao Wuyuan paused and leisurely admired the stiff expression on her face.
She crossed her arms, the smile on her face faded, and she raised her chin slightly and glanced at Fengjian, "You haven't forgotten what you promised me before, right?"
The hand hanging at her side slowly clenched, and Asagiri leaned close to her ear, and a low chuckle entered her ear, "Or maybe you want me to transfer to Qingxue and share our past with your friends."
Fengjian's pupils shrank, and her fingertips clenched and began to turn white. This sentence was like cold sea water sweeping towards her. The little warmth left by the sunset just now completely melted into the sea water and disappeared completely.
"That's enough."
"That's enough, Asagiri."
Two voices rang out at the same time, breaking the silence of the corridor.
Fengjian paused, staring blankly ahead, his body slightly tilted towards the fog. The setting sun stretched his figure straight down to his ankles, and the tips of Yuan Zi's hair shone with a faint golden hue.
"Yukimura" Asagiri frowned slightly.
A figure with iris-colored hair ran over from a distance. Yukimura's voice was still a little breathless, but his tone was unquestionable, "Asagiri, what happened in the past has nothing to do with Kazama."
"It doesn't matter," Asagiri sneered, "If it doesn't matter, who was responsible for the car accident that year..."
"What happened back then was completely..."
"Stop talking," Kazama interrupted them. She gripped her shoulder straps tightly and looked at Asagiri intently. "I won't be participating in this tournament. Are you satisfied with that?"
"April, you're not..." Yuan squeezed her hand.
Asagiri looked back at her without saying anything.
Fengjian bowed slightly to the stunned Qingxue people behind him, and without waiting for them to speak, he lowered his head and passed by Asagirihara and left quickly.
"Kazama..."
"April..." Minamoto was about to chase after him when Yukimura stopped him. "Gen-san, Kazama may not want others to know about these things, but don't worry, I will go and persuade her."
After saying that, he turned around and caught up with Fengjian. The two figures fell into the dim horizon at the street corner, leaving everyone standing there looking at each other in confusion.
Tezuka ignored the buzzing discussions around him and looked at the figure disappearing on the horizon.
——
"Mr. Toyota."
A knock on the door, mixed with a steady voice, echoed. The corridor, bathed in the afterglow of after school, was as quiet as a painting, stretching out the figure standing at the door.
The figure sitting behind the desk looked up, saw Tezuka's face, adjusted his glasses, and said with a smile: "It's Tezuka-san, what's wrong?"
"Teacher, do you have any of Kazama's previous excellent essays here?" Tezuka walked in, his expression still meticulous.
"Kazama's essays," Toyota searched the bookshelf behind him, finally pulling out a few and handing them to him, "I've sorted out quite a few, but what do you need these for?"
"I also want to appreciate Kazama's writing skills." Tezuka took the paper and thanked him softly.
"That child's writing is really good," Toyota nodded in agreement, but then sighed, "What a pity."
Tezuka paused, glancing away from the paper. "Teacher, what do you mean by that..."
"That kid told me yesterday that he doesn't plan to participate in the Century Cup."
Tezuka was slightly startled, only to hear her shaking her head with regret, "It's such a shame not to participate with such a great talent."
He clenched the corner of the paper in his hand, and suddenly remembered Fengjian's clenched palm and the lonely look on his face when he ran away that afternoon.
"Teacher, is the registration deadline for the Century Cup Essay Contest next Wednesday?" Tezuka suddenly asked.
Toyota nodded. "I wonder if that kid can change his mind before the deadline..."
The rest of his mumbling was hidden behind the door. Tezuka stared at the paper in his hand, turned and left, the rustling footsteps gradually disappearing at the end of the corridor bathed in the sunset.
On an early autumn night, the evening breeze blew in with a hint of coolness. The desk lamp cast a pale yellow halo on the paper, outlining the silhouette of a person sitting at the desk.
Tezuka half-supported his chin, his eyes fixed on the open pages of the book. It was the collection of excellent essays from the Century Cup that Fengjian had been staring at last time in the library. At the bottom of the title page were written the words [Author: Asagirihara].
On the other side were the excellent essays that Fengjian had written, with many densely annotated notes in pencil.
Although there are people in this world with similar writing styles, but... from the comparison just now, the winning articles that belonged to Chaogirihara in the previous Century Cup Essay Competition were most likely written by Fukama.
Why would you give your own writing to someone else to win an award?
Tezuka put one hand on the handrail and tapped it casually, recalling what the girl named Asagiri said that afternoon.
"If it doesn't matter, who was responsible for the car accident that year..."
What exactly happened back then?
After thinking for a few seconds, Tezuka opened his phone and stared at the words [ATOBE] on the screen.
"Brother, it's time to eat."
There was a sudden knock on the door.
His thoughts were interrupted. He turned around and saw the door had been pushed open. The girl with long chestnut hair was standing outside with her hands on her hips, mumbling in dissatisfaction, "I've been knocking for a long time."
He nodded lightly and calmly put away the documents on the table.
Just as the girl outside the door wanted to peek in to see what was going on, she looked up and saw her brother blocking the door like a human wall.
When the girl met the other person's reflective lenses and the meticulous look behind the lenses, she smiled awkwardly and curled her lips when she turned her back.
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