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The wind mixed with the fragrance of cherry blossoms mixed with imperceptible water vapor swept by, lifting the clothes of the two and gently rippling.

"Now, Sakuraichi," Fuji Shusuke's faint smile didn't seem to change, but when he looked closely, it seemed that there was something more, and a shallow and soft voice slipped out of his thin lips, "You haven't answered my words yet." ”

"Ahh ”

"The loot," Fuji was slightly stunned, Sakuraichi seemed very happy to win him, but how could he make her happy? So, smiling and standing up straight, his chestnut hair arcing slightly with his movements, "Thanks to Sakuraichi, I have the opportunity to experience what it's like to stand at the door for hours." ”

It wasn't until Sister Fuji Yumiko gave him the matching key that he ended his experience. In retrospect, it wasn't very pleasant. However, he has always been teasing others, and he was actually teased by others, although he was teased a little miserably, but he did not deny it, and he did not reject the feeling of teasing each other with Sakuraichi, but looked forward to it.

Sakuraichi didn't know what Fuji was thinking, and the corner of his eye fell on Fuji's delicate and beautiful face, and he still said in an indifferent voice, "You enjoy it, don't you." ”

"Ahh

"No," Sakura turned her head away, casually glancing at a cake shop across the street, "It's better to keep this kind of good thing to yourself." ”

"If Sakuraichi said it was a good thing, then how could I have it to myself," Fuji said, glancing up at the increasingly gloomy sky, which looked like it was going to rain, and then turned to look at Sakuraichi and found that her eyes had fallen on a cake shop. So, he reached out and took Sakuraichi's hand, and said with a soft smile: "Now, Sakuraichi is hungry, let's go eat cake." ”

Sakuraichi retracted his gaze and fell on the hand held by Fuji, eyebrows, picked up slightly, and said indifferently while following him: "Let go." ”

"What kind of cake do you want to eat?" Fuji took her words as a blow to his ears, took her hand tighter, pushed open the glass door with the other hand and walked in, and came to the cupboard where the cake was placed under the voice of the clerk's 'welcome' customer service and began to look at the cake.

"Let it go." Sakuraichi twitched his hand slightly, but instead of pulling it out, he was held tighter by Fuji. couldn't help frowning slightly, Fuji's body looked slender and thin, but he didn't expect such a great strength.

"Now, Sakuraichi, what kind of cake do you want to eat? There are many flavors. Fuji turned his head to look at her, the ends of his chestnut hair fluttering as he moved, and his smile was as gentle as the wind.

"Ahh

"Look, he's been smiling, such a pretty boy."

"It's so gentle~"

"I'd love to ask him for his phone number, but he's holding a child."

"It's my sister or my brother, it's so annoying, why isn't it me?"

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Sakura twitched her eyelids, and her dark red eyes under the brim of her hat scanned the store, only to see that the eyes of all the girls in the cake shop were attracted by this elegant teenager, and they did not hide their love for this teenager.

None of this mattered to Sakuraichi, it was just that those jealous eyes fell on her and made her frown slightly, but, forget it, these girls couldn't threaten her, they just ・・・・・

Glancing at the hand he was holding tightly, Sakuraichi said indifferently: "I said, let go." ”

"Well, why don't you buy mustard, mustard is delicious." Fuji automatically ignores her words and recommends your favorite flavors at the same time.

The pupils under the brim of Sakuraichi's hat constricted, "・・・・・ wasabi?" ”

"Well, it's the kind I gave you last time."

"Mung beans." As soon as she heard that it was the weird taste of the thing, Sakuraichi blurted out, and at the same time forgot to ask Fuji to let go of her hand, but her voice was still indifferent, "I don't like sweets, mung beans are fine." ”

"Yes." Fuji's smile was still so soft, his white hand loosened slightly, and he found that Sakuraichi's hand was small, so small that he could completely cover it with one hand, and it was still very soft, as if there were no bones. Holding it gently, a strange feeling instantly spread in the bottom of his heart, and the silent heart began to jump excitedly, warm and faint, making him even more greedy for this feeling.

"Apart from mung bean cake, what else does Sakuraichi like to eat?" Fuji asked softly, reached out to take the cake that the clerk had wrapped for him, and led Sakuraichi to the cash register.

"Chinese food."

Chinese food? Fuji glanced at Sakuraichi with some surprise, and he found that when Sakuraichi just talked about Chinese food, her tone was no longer so indifferent as frost, and there was a trace of imperceptible temperature, it seemed that she didn't simply like Chinese food, but loved it alone.

Holding her hand tightly, Fuji said softly, "But I won't do it, Sakuraichi wants to eat something else." ”

"Well, it's all about cooking・・・・・" Under the brim of his hat, Sakuraichi's dark red eyes narrowed, and then he paused, "You... ”

"Hmm," Noji nodded, "Go to my house, I'll make it for you." ”

After listening to him, Sakura's body froze for a moment, she hadn't forgotten the strange thing that Fuji gave her last time, it was spicy and choking, and it seemed to be his favorite taste, so what he made... Besides, why did she go to his house? If you go to the key, you will definitely be fooled back by him, and if you don't get it, you will be put by him.

So, Sakuraichi stretched out his left hand and pressed the brim of his hat, and said indifferently, "No, thank you." ”

"But, Sakuraichi," Fuji took a step closer to Sakura, then looked up at the sky and smiled softly, "It's going to rain, are you sure you can go back?" ”

"You have an umbrella." Sakura looked at the tennis bag on Fuji's back, and if she wanted to tell her that Fuji didn't bring an umbrella, she wouldn't believe it.

"I'm going to use it too."

"Ladies first."

"Sakurachi is a girl."

The eyebrows were raised, and Sakuraichi said indifferently: "It's also a woman." ”

"Yes," Fuji smiled softly, and the cool breeze blew in, bringing up his chestnut hair fluttering slightly, "How dangerous it is for a girl to walk alone on a rainy day, so go to my house, this place is closer to my house." ”

Sakura turned to the side, too lazy to look at him, but said indifferently: "That's your home, not mine." ”

"What's the difference, whose home is different from the rain?"

"I don't want to go." Sakuraichi turned around and was about to leave, but he didn't take two steps before he found that his hand was still being held by Fuji, frowned slightly, turned his head and said indifferently to Fuji: "Let go, I'm going back." ”

"Sakuraichi," Fuji pulled back with his left hand, pulling Sakuraichi back, worried and helpless, "It's really going to rain." ”

"But..."

Bang!

Sakura didn't finish speaking, a thunderclap sounded instantly, and the red lightning tore a hole in the gloomy sky, and the cool breeze swept the ground, rolling up the leaves on the ground and flying, and even carrying small sand and stones to smash on the roadside buildings, and the ink-like dark clouds became thicker and thicker, and the thunder and lightning rumbled and exploded in the clouds, and the white light rolled in the clouds, appearing and disappearing.

Fuji Shusuke retracted his gaze, and turned to look at the person in front of him who was all the King of spades, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was a little deeper than before, and the elegant smile was as gentle as the wind that even he had not noticed, and the cool breeze blew, and the chestnut hair drew a subtle arc.

Sakuraichi, now... You have to go if you don't go.

"It's going to rain right away." Sakura glanced at the sky and said indifferently to Fuji.

Fuji Shusuke still smiled softly, reached out and took out the umbrella from the tennis bag, "Na, Sakuraichi, you take the things, I'll carry you." ”