Tokyo's most affectionate

Especially when viewed from the side, his archery posture was so handsome that it made her feel suffocated.

"Of course." Kurosawa Mitsuru nodded slightly.

Since he had entered the competition, he would naturally fight to the end. Perhaps he won the long-range individual championship in the Kanto region, but he still needed more public performances to gain the fame needed to open a dojo.

"It's 2:54 pm now. The game will start in a while. Do you want to go and watch it?"

Yuki Ichinose took out her cell phone and looked at it. Because of Lan, she had an idea of ​​the schedule of this Kyudo tournament.

"I don't want to watch it anymore. I plan to go home and rest for a while."

Kurosawa Mitsuru shook his head slightly, regarding the individual semi-finals and finals of the Kanto division, as well as the team preliminaries.

Yuki Ichinose felt a little disappointed because she still wanted to continue to be with Guang Ge.

"Okay."

However, after thinking about it, she decided not to get entangled.

There are two types of clinginess: one is the clinginess that makes people happy and likeable, and the other is the clinginess that is inappropriate, regardless of the occasion, and makes people disgusted.

Whether they are friends or lovers.

Obviously, although Brother Guang has recovered on the surface, he still needs to be alone and quiet.

"I'm free tomorrow, so I'll go to the YG office with you."

Seeing that she was as well-behaved and sensible as ever, Kurosawa Mitsuru smiled and said.

According to the time, Xiaoyouji's modeling contract has expired. After a trip to YG agency and informing each other, the matter was completely resolved.

In fact, they didn't have to go, but for Yuki's modeling career, there was no downside and they had to take it seriously.

"Okay." Yuki Ichinose, who originally thought that she could only see him the day after tomorrow, immediately became excited after hearing these words.

"It's raining heavily outside, how are you going to get home?"

At this moment, Shifengyuan Mirai asked.

She was not in a hurry because there was still a lot of time left.

"When did it rain?"

Hearing this, Kurosawa Mitsuru's heart skipped a beat.

Although the weather was rather gloomy today, it was not such a coincidence that she was caught in the rain?

"It's been raining for half an hour."

Seeing his expression change, Shifengyuan Mirai realized that he hadn't come out yet, but didn't mind.

"fine."

Realizing the time, Kurosawa Hikaru thought about it and felt relieved.

He was in a trance for an hour, which meant that Ninomiya Chizuru was gone for an hour.

If you think about it carefully, with Miss Runa by my side, nothing should happen.

……

It was raining heavily in Tokyo, and everyone had different feelings about the rain.

In such weather, people who don't need to go out and can stay at home don't care about it at all. No matter what the weather is like, it will not affect them.

Those who have already arrived at the company and brought umbrellas have no worries.

This is a heavy rain after a long time. Summer is a rainy season, but this year it is particularly dry and hot. Last month, July, Tokyo was very hot and there was basically no rain.

At the entrance of the martial arts hall, some people were stopping, some were running back, and it became extremely lively.

This heavy rain did not come suddenly, but not everyone has the habit of carrying an umbrella, because people will always hope for luck when facing any situation.

Amidst the bustling crowd, after the morning match ended, Miki Baiyu stood at the door of the martial arts hall.

As a strong wind blew between heaven and earth, the hem of her long dress was blown up, revealing a part of her snow-white and tender calves. She stood there like a landscape painting, attracting a lot of attention.

However, Sanmu Baiyu did not care about everyone's gaze. He lowered his head, opened his bag, took a look at the two folding umbrellas and a lunch box inside, and felt relieved.

"It's raining, I wonder if Kurosawa-senpai has an umbrella."

Standing under the eaves, without worrying about getting wet in the rain, she raised her head to look at the sky, and then looked towards the main door with anticipation.

While waiting, she was simulating various situations in her mind.

For example, Senior Kurosawa and the members of the Kyudo Club walked out of the entrance of the martial arts hall together, looking confused in the face of the heavy rain.

"Kurosawa-senpai."

"Miki-sensei? Are you here to watch the game too?"

"A lot of people know that you're going to compete... Don't you have an umbrella?"

"Yeah, you see I was too careless."

"for you."

"Wow~"

The members of the Kyudo Club who see this scene will start to make a fuss on the side.

Thinking of this, Sanmu Baiyu's mood, which was a little anxious due to the waiting, suddenly became a little excited.

And she also brought a lunch box, so Senior Kurosawa didn't have to run out to eat.

But at this moment, the conversation between the two people caught her attention a little.

"Contestant Kurosawa has become very popular. Look at Slack and SNS, there is a lot of discussion."

"That's no wonder. Kurosawa is handsome, and his archery is amazing... I don't know when I can achieve a perfect archery form like him."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. The coach said that Kurosawa's shooting style is simply textbook-level. Even Ogasawara, a 10th dan in his youth, might not be able to achieve such a level. It is simply as beautiful as a painting."

"That muscle, that good looks, and that bow... That scene reminded me of the first time I watched a Kyudo competition. It was very shocking."

"The key is the aura. Whenever Kurosawa holds a Japanese bow, he looks so handsome. I've never seen anyone who looks so good with a bow and arrow... Wasn't there a super popular star who took a similar promotional photo before?"

"Are you talking about Ayumu Soma? He's that super handsome celebrity."

"That's right, that Soma Ayumu specializes in posing for photos, and there's no comparison between him and Kurosawa... Kurosawa is just too handsome."

After hearing this, Sanmu Baiyu became a little eager and took out his cell phone to go online to watch the fun.

However, when she opened the wake-up screen, the first page was Line.

That was a Line chat page with the note "Kurosawa-senpai". There were very few chat messages on it, only a few.

"Good evening, Senior."

"good evening."

"I'm home from dance practice, what are you doing?"

"Kyudo Competition."

“Can I come to your game?”

"Of course, as long as you're happy. I should go take a shower and go to bed. I've been a bit busy lately."

"Okay, go and do your work."

After adding each other as friends and chatting for a few minutes, the relationship ended.

The last message was sent by her after the morning game.

Unread: "Senior Kurosawa, are you still busy?"

"Still unread?"

After seeing this chat record, Miki Baiyu felt sorry, and then she gave up the idea of ​​surfing the Internet to watch the fun, and turned her attention to the main entrance again.

She didn't tell him that she was waiting for him at the door because she wanted to give Senior Kurosawa a little surprise, just like the feeling of bumping into him suddenly before.

After waiting for a while, someone came hurriedly in the heavy rain.

They were two college boys who stopped to rest under the eaves in front of the martial arts hall.

They ran for a long distance, panting.

"The afternoon match starts at 2:30, and there are still 2 minutes left. When will Kurosawa go on stage? He won't be the first, right?"

A boy took out his cell phone, took a look at it, and asked.

"How can he have a match this afternoon? I asked, Kurosawa is only participating in the long-range shooting category of the individual competition, and his next match will be the day after tomorrow morning. The day after tomorrow is the national finals, and players from all over the country will come to Tokyo."

"The day after tomorrow? Then wouldn't this afternoon's game be meaningless?"

"Don't say that. Our school's first-team players will have a team competition. Shouldn't we cheer them on?"

"makes sense."

While talking, the two boys walked into the martial arts hall. While walking, they also looked straight ahead on purpose, but their eyes couldn't help but look at Miki Baiyu standing beside them.

Because this girl is so beautiful, even if she does nothing, just standing there, she is extremely eye-catching.

And when they left, this beauty was standing here. Even after they went out for dinner and came back, she was still here. It means she had been waiting for almost two hours, right?

Although they cared very much, they still did not go up to chat with her.

Miki Shiraha doesn't care much about ordinary topics, but when it comes to Senior Kurosawa, she can't help but look sideways.

"I want to cheer for my schoolmates... Didn't Kurosawa-senpai plan to leave from the beginning, but planned to watch the game in the afternoon?"

Seeing them walk in, Miki Baiyu, who had been waiting at the door in vain, seemed to realize something.

If you think about it carefully, although the martial arts hall does not have a cafeteria, this is an activity for the school to participate in a competition after all. It is normal for the school to bring some food to the venue and wait for the afternoon competition.

"The game has started. Let's go to the stadium and take a look. I wonder if Senior Kurosawa has eaten yet."

Miki Baiyu looked inside, then looked at the heavy rain outside, took out his cell phone and took a look, only to find that it was still unread. After thinking carefully, he walked in with his bag.

If you think about it carefully, Senior Kurosawa was wearing a Kyudo hakama. If he had never taken it off, his cell phone should have been placed in the locker in the locker room, so it is normal that you can't see it.

Even though the weather was not good, many people still came to the martial arts hall one after another, including alumni, simple spectators, and more were relatives and friends of the players, who came to watch the game despite the heavy rain.

There is no way out of the martial arts hall, after all, the competition has begun.

It was around 3 o'clock in the afternoon when a man walked out of the entrance of the martial arts hall.

This person was none other than Kurosawa Mitsuru. He looked at the heavy rain outside the roof and the empty and quiet square, opened an umbrella with an expressionless face, and walked into the heavy rain.

Chapter 257: Yuki Cries

"Da da da!"

The heavy rain was very noisy, hitting the umbrella, making crackling sounds.

Kurosawa Hikaru was walking alone in the square. After walking for a while, he couldn't help but look back at the Budokan.

Even though he tried every way to suppress the emotions in his heart, a heavy rain made the whole world quiet. There was no one around him, and the feeling of heartbreak and guilt seemed to be pervasive and filled his heart.

He wanted to focus on the present and look toward the future, but there was a scene that was engraved in his mind like a brand.

With the help of master-level painting skills, his memory has already transformed. Although he is not able to remember everything he sees, his brain's graphic memory ability has become stronger.

As long as he sees something and spends a little time with it, he will remember it deeply and can use his paintbrush to recreate the scenery he has seen.

"sorry."

What he saw was not the martial arts hall, but Ninomiya Chizuru standing with one arm folded, even scratching her left arm in her efforts to endure, and the scene of collapse with tears streaming down her face, and the whisper that completely shattered his psychological defenses.

"Why are you saying sorry?"

Kurosawa Mitsuru stopped and looked at it for a long time, feeling annoyed and depressed, unable to let it go.

Nearly two hours had passed since they parted, but he still couldn't figure out what kind of emotions and thoughts motivated Miss Ninomiya's apology at that time.

If Miss Ninomiya slapped him, or even slapped him several times, and left angrily, he would feel better.

If she, who was elegant and noble, couldn't do anything because of her upbringing, and scolded him, he would feel better.

But her emotions were too complicated, so complicated that it was impossible to guess what kind of mental journey she went through in that short period of time.

From the angry shout at the beginning, to seeing Yuki's disbelief, and the silence in order not to make things too embarrassing because there were outsiders watching, to the face-to-face confrontation, the questions were filled with so many emotions.