The king of rebirth meets his ex-husband

Chapter 11
And why are you feeling lost when he leaves?

A deep pain permeated her whole body, and she wished she could curl up into a ball and turn into a cocoon without seeing anyone again.

Unwilling to struggle to suppress the boredom... Too many negative emotions came back three years later with great momentum, she was surrounded by helplessness and was about to suffocate...

"Dang." At 06:30, the clock dutifully rang.

Like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, Koizumi Aoba subconsciously raised her head to look at the clock, a dazzling reflection flashed, and she immediately closed her eyes.

It was the dart's silver tail that refracted the sunlight through the shutters.

Darts?

This is the only sport she has insisted on for three years.

It was only because the waist of this body that had been in a car accident was damaged, and its physique became weak, so it could not bear strenuous exercise.So, among all the sports that don't require too much effort and can exercise concentration, she chose darts.And, whenever she gets stuck and can't make up her mind, she picks up darts.

Koizumi Aoba stood up and walked straight over, the target: the dart board next to the clock.

A few days ago, it was the dart that helped her make the decision to see him.Why did she forget about it today?

Koizumi Aoba sneered, good, old rules.

He took off the dart, stepped back three meters, his eyes were dazzled, and his wrist trembled.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo." The voice suddenly rose and fell, right in the center of the circle.

What flustered, what absent-mindedness, nothing but frivolous things that waste time.

What is time?It is the last thing she can't throw away after being a human being for two lives!
"Boom."

Koizumi Aoba closed the door and left, walking in a hurry, the wind was blowing under her feet.

Next, she will have dinner with Xiao Zhi, and then she will make preparations for the art exhibition next Saturday.If the situation of this art exhibition is good, she can find a big hospital to sign regular medical examinations for the children in the orphanage.If this exhibition can't raise enough money, then she may need to take another lucrative job...

Where did she get the foreign time to feel sad for spring and autumn?

After all, it's been a lifetime.

It's Wednesday again.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, with the ringing of the get out of class bell, the day's class arrangement came to an end.The students of Qingxue began to walk out of the classroom in groups of three and four, aiming for their respective club activity rooms.

At this time, the locker room of Qingxue Tennis Club also ushered in the first batch of players.

"Oishi, do you feel that Tezuka is different recently?" Kikumaru Eiji, who took the lead in changing his clothes, asked curiously with his hands behind his head.

"Is there?" Deputy Minister Oishi Shuichiro folded the changed clothes while thinking carefully.

"Yes, yes." Eiji Kikumaru, who couldn't hold his temper, threw himself on Oishi Shuichiro's shoulder. If Oishi hadn't gotten used to his partner's sudden behavior, he might have hit the locker at this moment.

However, Eiji Kikumaru's momentum still caused Oishi Shuichiro to stagger a bit before stabilizing his body, and he opened his mouth to mutter: "Kiku-maru-you can't always jump around like this, you'll get hurt easily. What's more, it's just now During the critical period of preparing for the national competition, if you get injured, it will be very troublesome..."

"Yes, yes, I understand." Eiji Kikumaru hastily covered his ears with his hands and made a gesture of surrender. The third horror in the tennis club is Oishi's broken thoughts.

Oishi Shuichiro took a step forward and knocked Kikumaru Eiji's raised hands away, and smiled knowingly: "Am I that exaggerated?"

"It's not that exaggerated." Eiji Kikumaru shrugged, and said very seriously, "It's only second to Tezuka's iceberg face and dried vegetable juice, and it's only third. But..."

possible!Oishi Shuichiro, who was a little disappointed, immediately cheered up when he heard the words, "But what?"

"However, recently Tezuka's iceberg face has shown signs of melting slightly." Eiji Kikumaru paused, and then said after turning the tennis racket 360 degrees with his right hand, "If this situation continues, you are likely to jump in the near future." In second place."

The solid-eyed Hideichiro Oishi automatically ignored the second half of his partner's ridiculous sentence, and was only attracted by his unexpected first half, "The iceberg is melting?" Is there any?
"Oishi—" Kikumaru Eiji lamented that he could not get the same opinion from his partner.

For him who often makes small mistakes, the punishment of his own minister has obviously become lighter; but for Oishi Shuichiro, who is serious and never makes mistakes, Minister Bingshan remains the same.

"Does the senior also feel this way?" The one who pushed the door was another Takeshi Momoshiro who was often punished, and the hairstyle of the sky cannon stood up even more vigorously after hearing Kikumaru Eiji's words.

"Right, right?" Kikumaru Eiji rushed to the first supporter who held the opposite opinion when he heard this.

Eiji Kikumaru hanging on Takeshi Momoshiro's shoulder failed to affect the movement of Takeshi Momoshiro, and Takeshi Momoshiro muttered as he walked towards his locker, "Actually, it's not like the iceberg has melted, it's just that , how should I put it?" Takeshi Momoshiro stood in front of the locker and scratched his head, unable to find the right words. "Anyway, the minister has been different since the training started on Monday." He had no choice but to give up because of his lack of expressive ability.

"The original Tezuka was like an iceberg, a tennis minister who was daunting and admired infinitely; now Tezuka is like an eagle on the iceberg, still lonely and cold, but more lofty. While awe-inspiring, it is also involuntary I really want to keep up with him." Afterwards, Fuji Shusuke who came in leaned on the door frame to add to Takeshi Momoshiro, and his white fingers unconsciously caressed his chin.

Sadaharu Kan, who appeared together, did not close the door in a hurry, but immediately took out the notebook he carried with him to write quickly, and at the same time did not forget to provide his own professional statistics, "The degree of upturning of the corners of Tezuka's lips this week has increased by 0% compared to last week. 01CM, the punishment will be reduced by 3%.”

"That's it," Oishi Shuichiro still believes in the data that never makes mistakes, "then why?"

Yes, why?

Kawamura Takashi shook his head with an honest smile, expressing that he did not understand.

Kaitang Kaoru went straight to change clothes with a hiss.

Echizen Ryoma dragged past, as long as it wasn't news about tennis, he wasn't interested in anything else.

(End of this chapter)