[Prince of Tennis] The Moon in the Well

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Goodbye roses Arie Kuriko must disappear. Although Mayuko Asahina seems to have no signs of illness at the moment, the fact that she was marked for no reason makes me uneasy. I just want to run as far as I can. If I really find out that Asahina is sick, I may not be able to run. Dr. Ozawa generously gave me this useless piece of paper on the condition that his name would not be spoken. I raised my fingers and swore, then folded them carefully and put them away, hid them in my pants pocket and took them out. I said hello to Mayuko Asahina who came to visit Mr. Atobe with a normal expression. I tugged on Atobe's sleeve and told him that I was leaving, hoping he would see me off. Atobe seemed to be in a good mood today. He walked with me downstairs in the stairwell and watched me bouncing down the steps pretending to be relaxed. He told me that Asahina Seiichiro told him that Mr. Atobe was much better this morning. I wasn't as optimistic as he was, and I couldn't bear to tell him that Mr. Atobe would soon suffer another disaster because of me, so I could only smile and tell him that his expectations would come true. I didn't lie this time. Atobe didn't notice my sudden sadness, and instead talked about the upcoming new semester. He wasn't sure he could go to class, but he hoped I could study hard. ... Is there any causal relationship between this? I leaned against the wall near the exit and watched Atobe start talking about the importance of studying again. I couldn't help but stretch out my fingers to pick out my ears in protest. "I think you just need to take care of yourself, Yue Kuriko," Atobe pulled my hand that ended up being a plug in his ear and held it in his, pushing open the emergency exit in this corner of the hospital. "After you have saved up enough for tuition, you will have to go to class. After all, you are going to be a senior in high school." I responded vaguely. He stopped and rubbed my head, "Happy New Year Jiurizi, I wish you good health and all the best in the new year." All the best? I took my hand out of his coat pocket and touched the side of his face with stubble. The hand warmer is especially useful in winter, like a hand warmer with its own heating function. I put my hand on his face. It felt a little painful from the wind, and it was warm but a little prickly. In the blink of an eye, I have known Atobe for three years. Every day in the past three years flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern, and every moment was heart-pounding. Atobe is really good, so good that I can't let him go at all. He is the person closest to Arie Kuriko in the world. Therefore, if Arie Kuriko wants to disappear, she must cut off contact with Atobe Keigo. Atobe felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by me, "What? Are you so moved by my beauty that you are about to cry?" I couldn't help but laugh, pretending to be sad, "No, I just discovered that no matter how handsome a handsome guy is, he doesn't look good with a beard." Atobe rarely choked for a long time before retorting: "What handsome guy doesn't have a beard?" It was very feeble. He is so cute. I pulled his scarf and asked him to come closer to me, then I stood on tiptoes and kissed the soft corners of his lips, "But in my eyes, Atobe-sama is beautiful no matter what." Atobe was particularly easy to coax, and he immediately beamed like a proud little peacock, raising his proud little tail and said, "You are discerning." Of course I have a vision. "I hope that everything goes well for Atobe-sama, the most beautiful man in the world, and that all his wishes come true." I quietly stuffed the daiki I picked up from the shrine a few days ago into his coat pocket, and hugged him hard at the end, "Happy New Year." The next time we met might not be so tender. I reluctantly said goodbye to him, walked a few steps, then looked back at him, walked a few more steps before looking back, and approached the door of the hospital with a lot of hesitation. Atobe was particularly good-tempered today. He just stood there like a stone watching his wife, waving to me every time I turned around, until Mayuko Asahina also came downstairs to call him. What a coincidence. In my mind, there seemed to be a scene similar to the one at this moment, but this time I was standing under the light. Atobe and Asahina were covered by the shadow of the hospital, and even their figures became blurry. The morning sun was not too hot, but it ignited my determination. I didn't look back and walked out of Asahina Hospital resolutely. What I didn't expect was that the reason for breaking up would come so quickly. I spent the entire month of January hanging out in an underground boxing bar in Shinjuku, where I found a master and asked him to teach me how to box. My physical fitness has always been very poor. If one day I need to run, I may be out of breath within two steps, so I must ensure that I have a strong body, and it is best to win a chance to save my life in critical moments. After the start of school, I self-study the second-year high school courses I had fallen behind in. I went to my class teacher with the results of the Tokyo University Mock Entrance Examination in February in Tokyo. I was given the right to suspend school on the premise that I could improve the class average and win him a bonus. I am not sure whether I will come back, but I am also not sure whether Mr. Kuroki, the guardian, will report it to Asahina Lao after discovering that Arie Kuriko is missing, so I need to stay put on the surface. I took the old case report that Dr. Ozawa gave me, the physical examination form after I was hospitalized on my birthday last year, and the physical examination form that Dr. Ishida gave me in the past. I used my vague memory to deceive Dr. Ishida and got part of the truth. Dr. Ishida didn't know much, but she told me many stories about my mother, Arie Maki. Arie Maki is Dr. Ishida's senior student. After graduation, she went to work at Asahina Hospital directly. Because she was a direct disciple of the old Asahina, she was sent abroad for further study within a few years. Since then, the two have lost contact. A few years later, Dr. Ishida changed his job and signed up for a private hospital before the two got in touch. But she didn't know why the most promising single senior sister suddenly had a 12-year-old child, and she mysteriously hoped on the phone that she could help her child with plastic surgery. Dr. Ishida made an appointment with his senior sister to meet at her hospital, but what he didn't expect was a man who claimed to be his senior sister's friend. He was holding a child who was about to die in his arms, hoping that Dr. Ishida could save her. Fortunately, Dr. Ishida prepared some rare blood types and called her colleagues in the emergency room. They worked until dawn to save the child. Dr. Ishida heard Arie briefly tell some information about the child. She originally wanted to ask the man something about his senior sister, but she didn't expect the man to pay the medical bills and leave the hospital directly. He only left a message that the child's name was Arie Kuriko and that all information must be kept confidential. Dr. Ishida thought that the senior sister had caused something that should not be provoked to make people suffer this disaster. The senior sister has always been a warm-hearted person. Without the senior sister, there would not be Dr. Ishida today, so she carefully took care of the senior sister's child. She wanted to wait for her to wake up and ask what was going on. Unexpectedly, the first thing she waited for was the breaking news of a series of car accidents at the highway intersection in the neighboring city. When the child woke up, he forgot what happened before. 12 Years old? Mr. And Mrs. Beishan died in the autumn when I was 14, so there were two extra years in between. I've been in the hospital for so long? Dr. Ishida didn't lie, and I didn't raise any questions about the time. I just returned to Tokyo with my heart full of thoughts. At the end of February, the boss reopened the cafe that had been closed and completely changed it into a bar. I recommended myself to be the full person in charge, lived in the hotel that was also run above the bar, and started socializing under the name "Nagano Satoko". For this reason, I cut off the long hair I had always kept and dyed it a bold blonde, completely different from the obedient and introverted Yujiang. On the day I got my hair cut, Suzuki accompanied me. He picked up a strand of black hair and put it in my hand, praising how beautiful my hair looked after the cut. I looked at myself in the mirror, wondering if Atobe would think I looked good like this. The answer will soon be revealed at Mayuko Asahina's birthday party a month later. The boss got the invitation from Asahina's family and sighed and decided to let Suzuki and I go. Of course I know why my boss sighed. The message on my phone from Atobe was still about apologizing to me for not being able to date on Valentine's Day. I never replied to him. I just forwarded the gossip reports to him and then turned off my phone completely, because everyone knew the rumor that the Atobe family was about to marry the Asahina family. Regardless of whether this is Atobe's intention or not, I will blame him. The boss thought that all the changes I made were because of this, and so did Suzuki. I didn't want to explain anything to them, I just assumed that I had acquiesced to this fact. After all, this was more or less the result of my indirect laissez-faire, and Atobe was solely responsible for the blame. Those who don't know how to walk together should break up when they reach a fork in the road. I lay on the handrail of the patio on the second floor and looked at the beautiful couple walking slowly downstairs together. I couldn't help but sigh that these are my companions along the way. On such an occasion, everyone goes out in public and dances the opening dance, which means everyone knows what it means. Suzuki dangled his hand in front of my eyes. Seeing that I ignored him, he forcefully pinched my chin and asked me to turn my head to look at him, "Are you crying?" "No," I slapped his hand away, "There's nothing to cry about." "Then you're not sad?" "I'm not sad," I held my chin and watched them dance on the dance floor in the hall. "If it were me, I would choose Asahina." Mayuko Asahina is currently the top 1 most ideal girlfriend in Tokyo. She has a family, good looks, and a good personality. She is the number one cellist in ten generations and is a well-deserved little princess. What about me? She can be regarded as the head princess in the bar, but how can she be worthy of the little prince of the Atobe family. Suzuki took out a pack of cigarettes from nowhere, took one in his mouth, lit it and took a deep breath, "But I choose you." I ignored him. "When I saw you in front of my sister's hospital bed, I knew that you didn't want to have any contact with her, but you came to help her when something happened to her. Your duplicity was ridiculous. You obviously didn't want to talk to me, but you interfered in my life with an expression like you were responsible to the end. Don't you think you're ridiculous?" "So now you think it's even more ridiculous?" I took out a cigarette from Suzuki's box and twisted it in my hand. "My boyfriend is getting engaged to someone else and I'm still here to watch helplessly?" I suspect Suzuki is here to quarrel with me. "No, I think it's his loss that he didn't choose you." Suzuki threw his lighter to me, "Anyone who thinks you look like Mayuko Asahina is blind. He didn't choose you, he is the blindest." I love hearing this, "Don't I look like Asahina?" "It doesn't look like that anymore," Suzuki said, extinguishing his cigarette. "People like us will never look like flowers in a greenhouse no matter how much we act." It's better if it doesn't look like it. I have gained weight rapidly in the past few months, but I have lost a lot of weight, and I look... Sharper than before. I specially asked someone to take a photo of her wearing a small dress. When compared with Asahina, there is really no similarity at all. After a few songs ended, I watched the crowd on the dance floor disperse and chat in groups of twos and threes. I felt that the time had come, so I returned the lighter to Suzuki and said, "Wish me good luck." "What are you going to do?" "Let's break up." Suzuki grabbed me, "... What on earth do you want to do? Just boxing, it's totally out of character for you to be such a showy person as the person in charge of the event, and now you have to break up with Young Master Atobe and smash the Asahina family in the face in public. Satoko, you..." He wanted to ask me if I had thought about it. I have decided whether to openly declare war with the Asahina family. "Don't worry, I know it." I pulled away Suzuki's hand and walked down the steps step by step towards Atobe in the center of the crowd. "Master Atobe," I handed the stunned Atobe a glass of his favorite non-alcoholic champagne, "are you free to talk?" Atobe probably never thought that one day I would appear in front of him in this way. He followed me to the terrace on the first floor where few people came and went. He took a deep breath, but his voice was actually mixed with some uncontrollable trembling, "Arie... I... I..." He called me Youjiang. "You didn't expect me to be there, did you?" I took a sip of the wine in the glass at hand and looked at the still lively crowd through the gap in the curtains on the other side of the floor-to-ceiling window. "I didn't expect me to be there either." "I went to look for you, but you weren't there." Atobe calmed down and explained a little aggrievedly, "The teacher said you dropped out of school. I couldn't find you anywhere. I..." "I know, I know." I patted him, "I believe you." "Arie Kuriko, what do you believe in me?" Atobe became excited for some reason. He approached me step by step. "You believe the news in the magazine, right? Otherwise, how could you disappear without saying a word?" That's not true, but I can't say that. "I know that if you wanted to be with Asahina, you would tell me face to face," I looked away from him, "not like this." Atobe's expression softened and he seemed a little happy, "You believe me..." "But then I thought," I interrupted him, "you don't have any need to break up with me." "How..." "Yes, there is no need." I repeated in a low voice, turning to look at him, "After all... We have never dated, right?" Atobe was stunned again, as dumb as a repeater, "Have you never dated before?" I smiled and blinked my eyes to let the tears that had been brewing for a long time fall down. "I've been thinking about it for a long time. You never said you liked me, did you?" People who never cry will be extremely destructive when they cry. You can't blame Atobe for this, but it is indeed his fault. It was a spring night in April, and the evening wind was blowing the fallen cherry blossoms, like a late winter snow. Atobe tried to open his mouth several times to say something, but no sound came out at all. We all know this is true. "I think you like me, but maybe not that much." I drank all the wine in the glass, making myself look like a completely frustrated person, "She's just a... Little maid trying to replace the princess." I once met Nana Kimura in a bar, but I never thought that she would know me. She was hugged by a dude I didn't know, and she poured a glass of wine on my head with a smile, and said that I should be put into a wooden barrel filled with sharp nails, pulled by two white horses, and dragged around the street until I died. I thought she was crazy at the time, but later I remembered that the "method of death" she was talking about was from an unusual fairy tale. But later it turned out that she was indeed crazy. She jumped off Tokyo Bay in the middle of the night singing a song, saying that she was going home. It may be that those of us who came out of the orphanage were not normal when we grew up, or else we would jump off the building while chanting fairy tales before we died. The person who came to investigate was still the young detective from before. He seemed to have been promoted after a few years, and he was no longer as anxious to solve the case as before. It seemed that everyone had changed a lot. Including traces. He seemed to have finally found his tongue, looking confused and sad, "I don't like you that much?" "Isn't it?" I looked up old accounts, "Everything you gave me was modeled after Asahina." For example, the little pink dress when I was swimming in Tokyo Bay at night, or the necklace around my neck. "You recognized me as her." When he just woke up. "The only thing I received was a farewell without saying goodbye and a belated email afterwards." This happened not long ago. "I didn't want to say it, but everything has a beginning and an end." I looked at Atobe and couldn't explain how I felt. "I started it on my own initiative, and I should end it." This moment probably existed in my mind for a long time, so now I feel a sense of peace that my destiny has finally arrived. I have never recognized myself as I do now. I am a selfish and despicable two-faced person. I keep saying that I like Atobe and am not worthy of being with him. In fact, I have not let go of anything to provoke him. I know clearly that if we hadn't been in school, Atobe and I would never have known each other, let alone been together. He made me look forward to the world, but I wanted to drag him into the abyss and leave my mark on him in his most beautiful youth. I am such a despicable person. I want to stab him in the heart even though I know that we will never be together, making him feel guilty and sad. I am such a selfish person. I think someone will always remember Ekuriko, and I think Atobe will always remember the me I used to be. To say that Atobe has no hesitation about Asahina at all, I don't believe it, so even if they end up together, I have to be the gravel in the middle. Atobe was completely stunned. He might have never thought that I was so... Sharp. He took a few steps back and sat on a wicker chair in the open air. A few strands of hair fixed by hairspray fell down, covering his face. Atobe actually gained a little weight. That's right, Mr. Atobe is much better and has been discharged from the hospital and returned home. Atobe Securities is ostensibly managed by his wife, but he is still the one making the actual decisions. With the help of Mr. Atobe, the Atobe Foundation invested in Asahina Medical to jointly overcome the problem of organ aging. At Mayuko Asahina's 18th birthday party, she led Mr. Atobe in the opening dance, which is the best illustration of the current relationship between the two families. I have no regrets. He took off the necklace around his neck, took Atobe's hand, held it in his hand, and put it back. Suzuki gestured at something to me from the floor-to-ceiling window. I couldn't recognize it, but I knew the time was up. Looking at Atobe's slightly red eyes, I suddenly felt sad. "I wish you and Asahina happiness." I have no time for Atobe to explain, there is no need. Suzuki opened the door for me and put his suit on me without saying anything. Maybe Atobe said something. I saw Suzuki trying to talk to Atobe and pulled him back with my backhand. The floor-to-ceiling windows and doors were closed, and I looked back at where I was still on the terrace. It felt like the lost little prince in the book suddenly realized that there was more than just one rose in the world. His roses disappeared in the flower field. It's the end of the year and I'm very busy with work, so I'm sorry to keep you all waiting. A friend told me that I was stuck because I did not have my real name for the time being. I was very angry, so I stopped using my real name. I like you. Although my story is not very good, I still want to tell it to you. So now I have two ideas, I hope you will consider them. 1: I will update it in the comments. 2: I will upload it directly via TXT after I finish writing. Now I can solve the previous doubts about Xiao Youjiang and Atobe's hatred of each other. Because Youjiang has found her own value, she no longer needs to rely on her love for Atobe to become nostalgic for the world, so she has the courage to leave. The next chapter is Atobe's extra chapter, which will explain what happened during this time from his perspective. Some things Youjiang knows, some things Youjiang doesn't know, so from Youjiang's point of view, there are many things that are not what she sees. Sent from my iPhone

I can't see it~ I still can't see it~ Despair=Dan=The last time I had sex in so long~

This may be the only time we spend New Year's Eve together. I looked down at Atobe, who was sleeping soundly on my lap, and took the opportunity to touch his precious hair. He probably wasn't in the mood to maintain his perfect hairstyle today. His hair was spread smoothly around his face. The picture was beautiful, except for the occasional slight snoring that ruined the scene. He said he was celebrating New Year's Eve by watching the Kohaku Uta Battle, but Atobe couldn't hold on any longer. He sat next to me and kept turning his head and secretly yawning, thinking I couldn't see it. Although there was a couch in the lounge that could accommodate people, Atobe refused to sleep no matter what. He thought he could hold on until he stayed up until the end of the year, but he fell asleep on the sofa with his head raised in less than an hour. I originally wanted to stand up and move a place for him so that he could lie down, but who knew that Atobe grabbed my hand and rested his head on my shoulder. I saw that he was not sleeping soundly at all, so I roughly moved his head to my lap to make him more comfortable. So now my legs are numb, and it's entirely self-inflicted. I stroked the hair on my head and couldn't help but marvel at how silky and smooth the hair of rich people is. Atobe was very dissatisfied with the way I brushed my hair. He turned over and pinched my hand to prevent me from moving. He was nestled in my lap. I could see clearly that his always proud beauty was greatly reduced, and his eyes were now black and blue. Aobe said something vaguely in his sleep with his eyes closed. I didn't hear it clearly and didn't want him to say it again. I touched his slightly curved back a few times, hoping that Aobe could sleep a little better. May his sufferings stay here. The two of us welcomed the first day of the new year in this awkward posture. I haven't stayed up overnight for a long time since my boss went on vacation. In addition, my posture was wrong and my whole body felt as stiff as a wooden stick. Atobe was also fast asleep. I moved his head away and slipped into the hospital corridor to take a breath. The hospital was quiet, no one was even on duty at the nursing station. I passed by Mr. Atobe's ward next door and stood at the door and glanced in without daring to go in. I was afraid that I would harm the innocent man again, so it was better to stand in a monitored place for safety. Not far ahead was the safety passage. I bought a bottle of coffee from the vending machine to wake myself up. I sat on the steps in the safety passage and watched the sun rise slowly outside the window. Due to lack of sleep, my head went blank. At this time, I still need a cigarette, so I am just a scumbag who pushes the care of the elderly to my wife, and then sneaks out to complain when my wife finally falls asleep. The scumbag still didn't wake up after drinking the coffee, so he went to wash his face again. Mrs. Atobe came very early, and when I kept applying wet wipes to my eyelids and temples, she called me, which scared me so much that I yawned and stopped abruptly, just in time to catch the water flowing from my eyelids. …I was extremely embarrassed. Mrs. Atobe may have never seen such a stupid human being. She turned her head and covered her mouth and laughed twice, deciding to pretend that she didn't see what happened just now, "Is Keigo still asleep?" I nodded and pointed to the sleeping pile on the couch. "Then let's have breakfast first," Mrs. Atobe smiled and placed the thermos box she was carrying on the small square table in the lounge. "Did you stay here last night?" "Well," I blinked before realizing, "Happy New Year, Mrs. Atobe." "Happy New Year," Mrs. Atobe touched my head, "Let's have breakfast." The breakfast brought by Madam was very rich, but it was destined to be an unsettling breakfast. Before I could take a few bites of food, Asahina Seiichiro hurried over, pretending to be on patrol for a long time, and worriedly acted with Mrs. Atobe, "Sorry, brothers and sisters, we..." Halfway through his words, he noticed me and said, "Who is this...?" "Keigo's little friend," Mrs. Atobe tucked my loose hair behind my ears, "Kuriko, go wake Keigo up." I said "Hmm" and walked towards the sofa. Turning my back, I could still feel Seiichiro Asahina's gaze that seemed to drive a nail out of me. I took my anger out on Atobe, pinched his stubbled chin viciously, and shouted to him in a rough voice: "Get up!" Atobe blinked sleepily twice, stretched his hands to stretch his waist, took the opportunity to ruffle my hair, and laughed, "It's so ugly." ... You are ugly! Pooh! Atobe, who was originally in a good mood, frowned again unconsciously after seeing Asahina Seiichiro. After he noticed that I was looking at him, he immediately calmed down and let me go buy coffee for him. OK. I left the lounge, and I could still vaguely hear Asahina Seiichiro's vague accusations. As for what Atobe said, I don't want to hear it. The director was at work and the hospital was naturally lively. On the way to the vending machine to buy coffee, I met several groups of people. It wasn't until I came back from shopping that any nurse cared about who I was visiting and whether I had an appointment. I was about to say that I came to see Mr. Atobe, but someone took over the conversation for me, "She is my guest." I turned around and looked back, and found that this person didn't seem familiar. "Okay, Dr. Ozawa." Dr. Ozawa, who I know very well, put his hand on my shoulder and asked, "How are your kidneys, poor thing?" Oh, it was the intern doctor from a year ago whose name I didn't remember at all. "Have you become a regular employee?" I looked at his badge, which only contained a simple photo and name. "How can I not become a regular employee if I am so good?" Dr. Ozawa took me to his office and locked the door. Strangely, I didn't feel scared, but instead looked around at his office leisurely. Asahina Hospital is indeed very rich. Even a junior doctor who has just become a full-time doctor has an independent office. Dr. Ozawa mysteriously took out a large pile of yellowed paper materials from his locked cabinet and placed it on the table. I swept the large pile of dust in front of me with disgust, "What are you doing?" He pulled out a few pieces of paper and handed them to me with excitement on his face, "Is this you?!" ... What? "We have been sorting out the inventory files in the basement a few months ago. Asahina Hospital is only more than ten years old. I thought there was nothing to sort out, but I found this! Look to see if it's you!" It's me, but it's not me. I flipped through the handwritten forms in my hand. There was very little information in them, only some vital signs were recorded. May 17: The donor refused to have physical contact with others and had no communication. May 18: In order to avoid intraoperative ischemia, 200cc of blood will be drawn from today onwards. May 19: The recipient and the donor both have rare blood types, so the amount of blood drawn from the donor is increased. May 26: Preoperative preparation, add ******. May 27: Increase the dosage of rejection drugs. May 28: The body temperature was 37°C, and the rejection drugs took initial effect. May 29: The immune system is abnormal and the number of white blood cells increases. June 13: Condition stable, preparation for surgery. June 14: Coma June 20: Bedsores, persistent high fever, rapid heart rate, transferred to the cardiology department. June 21: Briefly awake. The words on several pieces of paper were blurred. I turned back to a large pile of files that Dr. Ozawa had taken out. In the name column, there was only one letter written roughly: A. In contrast, there is Asahina Mayuko's information, which contains accurate test records every minute, and ends with the patient recovering and stabilizing. I put down the pile of papers and wondered, "Why do you think I am this A?" Dr. Ozawa waved to me and showed me the patient information database he had just logged into. That's my medical record from a year ago, and my name clearly says: Arie Kuriko/A

Ahhhh, I really like this one. Atobe is so heartwarming and the heroine is so cute.

I am really impressed by Jinjiang. . . Burst into tears

Sometimes I really feel that Atobe and I are not compatible, and we are destined to get together even though we are not destined to be together. I may be more unlucky than him, so it is always his... Father, Mr. Atobe, who is unlucky. This matter started when I visited Mr. Riji on December 30 last year. I remember clearly that day, wearing the kimono Atobe gave me a long time ago, I stood in Ebisu Park waiting for him to come to me and watch a movie together, but he didn't come after waiting for a long time. Of course, I called many times, but no one answered the phone. In the end, it turned off. I guessed that Atobe had encountered some unexpected incident and wanted to find him at Aobe's house, but he was very hesitant and stood unsteadily in the middle of the square, fearing that going there would cause trouble for him. After all, if it wasn't a big deal, Atobe would not suddenly lose contact like this. I made up my mind and ran to the side of the road to take a taxi, but I ended up attracting an unexpected person, Asahina's cousin, Koji Asahina. At first, I thought it was a drunk who came out to chat with me. I didn't pay close attention to the face of Koji Asahina sticking out of the car window. I wanted to go around his car and get into the taxi he parked at the intersection. Unexpectedly, the drunkard persisted and opened the door to block my way. I leaned against the car like a puddle of mud, "Where are you going, Mother Satoko? I'll take you there." He actually knows me. "No wonder Rijiming treats you like a treasure and puts you behind the scenes to take care of his affairs." The drunkard reached out to touch my face. "I always knew that Riko was beautiful, but I didn't expect you to be so beautiful!" I had to bow slightly to avoid his touch. Surprisingly, I didn't smell the smell of alcohol. I was half relieved and said, "Hello, Mr. Asahina, I didn't expect that you actually know me, a handyman. It's really ridiculous." He finally touched my hair, "Whoever has been to Shengge doesn't know Riko's mother? Even my sister who drinks with us will talk about you unconsciously." I really don't know this. I haven't taken care of the boss's bar affairs for a long time. It's all Suzuki's job. "It's my honor," I quickly changed the topic in order to divert his attention. I remembered the news I saw from Mr. Hiyoshi in the afternoon, "I haven't congratulated Mr. Asahina for winning a seat in the House of Representatives." Koji Asahina was obviously proud but pretended to be humble, "It's just to better promote medical care in remote areas." He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me towards his car, "It's all my fault, how can I let Riko stand and talk?" He closed the car door with a bang and sat on the other side, "Let me be the flower protector for a time and send the beauty home." At this time, I said that if I go to Atobe's house, I don't have a head, and of course I can't go home. "Then please take me to the bar." "I guess so," Koji Asahina pretended to be serious, "Is Hiyoshiaki back?" "The boss is on vacation in Hawaii," I said with a fake smile, pretending not to hear him call the boss by his first name, "after all, he has not recovered from his illness." Koji Asahina raised his eyebrows when he heard this and said "Oh" with a meaningful meaning. Fortunately, I had some unspeakable information in advance and pretended to know nothing. "The boss will be very happy to know that you care about him so much." "How can I not care about the young master of the Hiyoshi family?" Koji Asahina wanted to touch me again, but I pretended to notice that the phone was vibrating and stopped him. "What a pity. Satoko is so beautiful, but she is willing to be the woman behind it." Otherwise? Are you waiting to be touched? Comparatively speaking, Atobe is like a clean slate among rich young men. He is handsome, doesn't like flirting with girls, doesn't go to bars, only drinks non-alcoholic champagne, is diligent and studious, and loves sports. His only flaw is his inexplicable narcissism. But think about it, if I want to have his capital, I am also narcissistic. I still haven't heard from Atobe. Koji Asahina seemed to feel that I was very disappointed at the moment, "Has Satoko considered substituting?" Who should I replace? "Of course, find a man who will make you no longer lonely." He took my phone and was very surprised, "Does Satoko like Atobe Keigo?" My phone screensaver is still the same. "So this is the young master of the Atobe family!" I covered my mouth with my hand and my eyes widened, "Riko thought he was some rising tennis star." Koji Asahina was stunned for a moment, "I heard that Atobe is good at tennis," he looked at me, "It's normal if he doesn't come out to play and don't recognize me." I watched Koji Asahina quickly call him on my mobile phone, save my number and throw it back to me, "It's a pity that Atobe is about to marry our Asahina. Satoko may be able to meet the real person if she follows me." Oh you big-headed devil. "Congratulations to Ms. Asahina," I raised my middle finger in my mind, "A vulgar person like Satoko will probably embarrass the Asahina family." In terms of seniority, Koji Asahina should call me aunt, but he still flirts with me. He is really not afraid of being struck by lightning. "Where, Satoko..." Koji Asahina was about to say something when his cell phone rang, and he leaned back in the car seat, "What's wrong, Dad?" It's Seiichiro Asahina. I swear I heard Atobe's name on the phone "Who told him not to be obedient?" Asahina glanced at me subconsciously, "I want freedom and my father, so how can such a good thing happen?" ... Huh? "I will go visit my uncle as soon as possible," Koji Asahina smiled, "Don't worry, I will persuade Mayuko well." So Mr. Atobe fell ill again, and it happened so suddenly that Atobe had no time to contact me. But Mr. Atobe's flu has obviously improved a lot. Unless... It's not the flu. I had a terrible thought. Fortunately, Koji Asahina rushed to the hospital and chased me out of the car at the next street corner. He said that he suddenly had a document to sign and his subordinates needed his help. "No, work is important. Lizi is here waiting for your visit." I bent down in front of his car as he drove away, complaining crazily in my heart that he had no sense of compassion for her and wanted to pretend that he was elite and helpless because he couldn't send me anywhere. Bah. Although there is a bar not far away, I don't want to be laughed at by Suzuki twice in a row. When I got on the bus home, I didn't know why I suddenly felt an indescribable fear and uneasiness. I leaned against the window of the last bus, getting closer and closer to my destination, but the ticking sound of the countdown approaching zero rang in my ears. When Dr. Ishida allowed me to leave the hospital, he repeatedly told me that everyone's memory is in the form of fragments and has limited content. Don't panic about things you can't remember clearly. Just remember the things that make you happy. Whether short-term memory or long-term memory, human beings are essentially empty containers, so don't be afraid. My jar named Arie Kuriko contains a lot of candies from Atobe Keigo. But he rarely gave him anything. Since you can't give it, don't drag him down. December 31st. I sneaked to Asahina's hospital. Atobe's father still hadn't left the ICU. Across the patio, I could see Atobe sitting on the bench outside the ward with his head lowered and wondering what he was thinking. He took out his cell phone, and soon I received a call from him. I seemed to be able to clearly see that his face was full of exhaustion and his voice was low and hoarse, but he still pretended to apologize to me briskly. "Sorry Kuriko, I missed my appointment yesterday." "It doesn't matter, you... Have encountered something, I can understand it." "My father's illness relapsed and he went to the hospital again. The doctor said that if he doesn't wake up this time, he may never wake up again." Atobe was silent for a while, "I... I want to see you, Kuriko, you..." His voice was trembling, "Can you come?" These words were heard by Asahina who came over. She handed Atobe a handkerchief, and the words passed into my ears accurately, "Wipe your face, Keigo, you can't collapse now." Atobe now really needs to stand up and shoulder his responsibilities. The financial headlines in the newspapers have already trumpeted how strong the smoke is on the battlefield for the power change of the Atobe Group. The 17-year-old heir is too immature and is not favored. Only the Asahina family stands behind him. You can imagine what the conditions are. Mr. Atobe is obviously only responsible for a part of the Atobe Group, but his brothers don't want to give this small part to his only son. "I'm on the 11th floor. Just call me when you get there." Atobe put down his phone and handed the handkerchief to Asahina. His voice had returned to calmness, "Thank you Mayuko." "You go and take a rest," Asahina touched Atobe's forehead, "I'll guard it for you." Atobe shook his head, "The lawyer will be here later," he looked at the door, "You and Uncle Asahina and the others should go home. It's time to go back and rest after a long day." I saw Asahina tighten the handkerchief in her hand. Does she know? Mr. Atobe's several bouts of illness coincided with the warming of our relationship. The earliest we should start talking about is the day after Atobe celebrated my birthday in June. It was written in the report that the results of Mr. Atobe's physical examination did not seem promising, but the condition was mild. It would be best to recuperate for a period of time and find a top doctor for re-examination. I assumed that Mr. Atobe's condition was real at this time, but the diagnosis came from Asahina Hospital. However, in July and August, when I had little direct contact with Atobe, although Mr. Atobe was in Tokyo, he did not hear of any news requiring hospitalization. The most suspicious coincidence occurred in October when Atobe and I went on a trip. After returning, Mr. Atobe was directly infected with influenza and was hospitalized. Assuming that the flu is real, Mr. Atobe's first improvement came after the "first cold war" between Atobe and I, because he called me Mayuko Asahina. And after we reconciled, I saw at Atobe's house that the Atobe Foundation was about to cooperate with Asahina Medical. Not long after Atobe invited me and his parents to have dinner, Mr. Atobe had a fever again and was admitted to the intensive care unit. At the same time, I discovered that the ingredients in the treatment medicine used by the deceased Tsukishima Councilor and the boss who had also been infected with the flu were strange, and they were old-fashioned formulas from long ago. Mr. Atobe stayed in the hospital for a long time this time, but his condition was gradually improving, and Atobe didn't see me for a long time. Until early December when he came to invite me to spend Christmas with their family, essentially wanting his grandfather to see me, Mr. Atobe had already been discharged from the hospital. Later, Mr. Atobe was obviously dissatisfied with me. He refused to follow his advice. He objected to his grandfather's opinion and stayed out that night. He made it clear to me that he only wanted to be with me and yelled. Mr. Atobe was admitted to the hospital again. This was the most obvious overlap. So I have to suspect that the Asahina family not only wants to marry, but more importantly, they want to take advantage of the opportunity to annex the best-run securities business in the Atobe Group. I guess Asahina may have discovered some truth and learned that she doesn't really like Atobe. She hesitated. Deliberately interrupting Atobe and I's alone time, showing extra closeness to Atobe's family in front of me, acquiescing to the engagement rumors at school, obviously doing a lot of deliberate little things, but not daring to look directly into my eyes, but there was anxiety and guilt buried deep inside. Mayuko Asahina has always been an upright young lady who seems intellectual and elegant but can act coquettishly without realizing it. She is not suitable for these things. I don't know what changed her. She bit her lip and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out. I lay on the patio and watched Asahina sit down, then I watched her being picked up by Koji Asahina who came to visit, I watched Mrs. Atobe come out of the ward, and I watched Atobe comfort his mother and send his mother away. As night fell, the warm white light made it impossible to hide Atobe's vulnerability. He sat there with his arms folded, motionless in a daze. I took a detour downstairs and took the elevator there, sitting quietly next to him. Atobe's back, which had been straight all day, relaxed at this moment. He stretched out his hand to hold me in his arms and ruffled my hair. "There is a TV in the lounge next door," Atobe coughed lightly as his voice was completely hoarse. "Let's watch the Kohaku Uta Battle together." "Okay." I've been so busy lately that I've been using my mobile number all the time. ... Why did so many friends come here at once??????

I originally thought that the boss would at least come back to celebrate New Year's Day, but who knew that he was so happy to be in Hawaii that he had no intention of doing so, and even mailed a lot of things for me to deliver to their Hiyoshi family's ancestral home. Out of the principle of being a dead Taoist but not a poor Taoist, I really wanted to kick this glorious and great ball to Suzuki. Who would have thought that the boss guessed my little plan and sent me an e-mail with righteousness and urging me to go with Suzuki to deliver the goods. He also called me to urge me to go immediately today regardless of the time difference. It is estimated that Mr. Hiyoshi's anger will require double the health points this time to barely calm down. Suzuki looked dazed when he arrived on his sexy motorcycle, completely unprepared to die heroically. When I barely put a large box of things from my boss on the back seat of his car, he thought he was just a courier boy, and then he discovered that I was also trying to get into the back seat of his car. Suzuki looked horrified, "What are you going to do???" I showed my boss's text message to him expressionlessly, "Go and scold him." Suzuki patted me on the shoulder sympathetically, picked up the box of Hawaiian specialties, put it on the ground, and asked me to change into something more formal, preferably a kimono. When saying New Year greetings, it should look like a New Year greeting. But isn't it the New Year? "... Because we are going to give gifts," Suzuki sighed, "Ms. Arijiang, this is your first time to give gifts. If you can be more formal, you will get less scolding, especially compared to your current appearance of a female bodyguard." Fortunately, I deliberately dug out the women's suit from the bottom of the box, but I didn't expect it to be formal enough. But I have to admit that what Suzuki said is very reasonable, because when I looked in the mirror in the morning, I felt a little strange about myself. "Thank you for your suggestion, Mr. Suzuki. I won't care if you say I look like a gangster." Suzuki rolled his eyes, parked his cool motorcycle, picked up the suitcase and followed me upstairs. He said he also needed to go home and change clothes first, and would come downstairs to pick me up after he had finished changing. Very good, the service is very good, Miss Youjiang is very satisfied. When I arrived at Hiyoshi's old house, I discovered that the owner was also an out-and-out young man from an aristocratic family. Compared with Atobe Buckingham Palace, which is also located in the Minato District, Hiyoshi's old house is larger, very simple, and a typical Japanese-style residence. Watching the maids in kimonos coming and going, I sincerely thanked Suzuki for letting me change. Although my kimono is still a luxurious one given to me by Master Atobe, which looks a bit like a guest, it still looks more polite than my black suit. The maid who led the way was obviously kinder to me than Suzuki, and she even brought me hot water very considerately. Suzuki was very sad, "If I had known, I wouldn't have told you. You see, Aunt Youzi doesn't even love me anymore." I had never noticed that Suzuki was so greasy, so I quietly moved some distance away and watched the maid aunty being teased by Suzuki and nodding her head affectionately. Tsk, when Suzuki's sister was around, he was still a well-behaved and considerate brother next door. After his parents and sister left, he turned gloomy like a debt collector, but now he has unknowingly developed into a glib and weird person. It's really sad. It's a pity that no one seems to know what I was like before, and what I am like now. Before long, Mr. Hiyoshi took the time to meet with us two little carrots. Suzuki didn't know much about the specific situation. After introducing me, I relayed the boss's current situation. Mr. Riji may have been dissatisfied with his boss for a long time. He pointed at Sang and Huai with his beard and glare, saying that the two of us had no rules. I didn't expect Mr. Riji to be so cute, and I felt relieved. I couldn't help but follow the old man's words and blame the boss. I quickly gained the old man's favor, leaving Suzuki alone as cannon fodder. Suzuki listened to the instructions with a serious face, and cast an angry look at me while Mr. Hiyoshi was drinking tea. Since we were at Hiyoshi's house, it was a normal thing to meet Hiyoshi's brother. He must have just finished his morning exercise, and there seemed to be wisps of heat emanating from his dark blond hair. After asking his grandfather, he was obviously taken aback when he saw me, "Senior Arie?" I felt like I was taking advantage of him, "Good day, Junior Hiyoshi." It was obvious that he was not coming for me. Hiji stared at Suzuki, as if a burning fighting spirit was igniting behind him, "Come and fight with me, Suzuki." It seemed that they had competed more than once or twice. Mr. Hiyoshi waved his hand and allowed the three of us to move around freely. Suzuki happily accepted the challenge. He put away his serious and honest look and raised his face and responded to Swastika very proudly, "Be prepared to be tortured, Hiyoshi." I have reason to suspect that these tennis players like to watch the Grim Reaper, because every time the opening remarks of calling the opponent to the game always sound like a swastika. Then they both looked at me at the same time, "You be the referee, Arijiang!" …I refuse to be called. But he still stood on the tennis court in Hiyoshi's backyard. Presumably the standard investment for wealthy people who love to play tennis is to build a tennis court in their own home. I have carefully studied the comprehensive reading and analysis of Aobe's interview with Aobe's support team on the campus forum. In the questions and answers about what Aobe Master wanted for his birthday and what he would do with his pocket money, the answer to building a tennis court was mentioned. At that time, I scoffed and thought that the young master was exaggerated, but now I feel that it was not Master Atobe who was exaggerated, but Master Hiyoshi was also very exaggerated. Oh, yes, if Hiyoshi wants to be inferior to superior every day, maybe this is the result of being brainwashed by Atobe. Poor Master Hiyoshi, he was abused by Atobe at school, and even abused by Suzuki when he returned home. Taking advantage of the gap between them switching venues, I noticed that Suzuki's eyes, which had been brightened up, gradually dimmed when he saw the scoreboard behind me, as if he had returned to the cynical look he had when he just entered the door. I sighed, feeling sad for him. There is no need for me to be the referee. The result of today's game must have been expected by Suzuki. Just as I was mechanically reporting the scores for the tennis match, the maid opened the door and waved her hand for me to come over and answer the phone. I thought it was my boss who wanted me to report the results of the scolding, but when I got my phone, I saw a call from the clingy young man from the semen department. I was sitting on the porch swinging my legs when I heard Atobe on the other end of the phone asking me why I didn't contact him today. His tone was very gentle and he invited me to see a romantic movie that had just been released. I thought it should be over before dinner anyway, so I imitated him and said yes gently. Suzuki lost the game perfectly at 5-7. He happened to come over and heard my artificial words of "Waiting for you at Ebisu Plaza". He instantly lost his mask of being sad about losing and complained to me mercilessly, "Sancai, has your Daomingji asked you to meet again?" I rolled my eyes and glared at him, "I want you to take care of it." At this time, Master Riji, an honest man, asked, "Is the senior's boyfriend named Daomingsi?" Although I had never thought of telling this fanboy who had set Atobe's goal in life about my secret affair with Master Atobe, I also didn't want him to misunderstand me like this. Just when I was about to explain, Suzuki answered first, "Yes, her boyfriend is Daomingji." Senior Hiyoshi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "I just said that Ninzu-senpai and Mugahi-senpai lied to me again. How can senior sister be with the minister." No, why can't we be together?! Suzuki enthusiastically set a trap for Hiyoshi, "What did that old fox strategist lie to you about?" The honest senior Hiyoshi confessed truthfully, "I say that senior is the minister's muse and the source of inspiration for the minister's serve, Kazuki-hime." And this thing? Suzuki clicked his tongue disdainfully, "Do you think she looks like Princess Kaguya?" Hiji shook his head. I was too lazy to get angry with these two nuisances, so I simply stood up and went back inside to find hot water to drink. Even closing the door couldn't stop Suzuki's voice from squeezing into my ears. He was still laughing at me. Really, if I had known better, I wouldn't have felt sorry for him.

Why do the first few chapters also need to be reviewed?