Hearing Sakuraichi's words, the two of them turned their heads to look at her in unison, and a faint smile bloomed on their faces as the roar passed overhead, "Now, what does Sakuraichi (Edogawa-san) want to play?" ”

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"Poof, the minister is really a bad taste." Nioh put one hand on his shoulder, and his dark green eyes looked at Yukimura who was facing Fuji not far away.

"Nana, Lihai Dayukimura did it on purpose." The lollipop in Shoko Aihara's mouth turned around, looked at Risa Goto and said, "Goto, Tachikai Daiyukimura is aimed at Fuji Senpai, right?" ”

"Well," Goto curled the ends of his hair, his tone elegant and with a hint of banter, "Yukimura is probably still a little bit of a problem about losing to Qingxue last year, so it will be more or less targeted to Qingxue's men's tennis, especially Fuji and Echizen." ”

"Cut~" Echizen sneered coldly, pressed the brim of his hat and opened his mouth casually and arrogantly: "Madamadadane." ”

"Yukimura has an 89.45% chance of intentionally ruining a date, an 8.33% chance of liking Edogawa, and a 2.22% chance of others." Writing the data in a hurry, he summarized as he wrote: "The similarity between Yukimura and Fuji's personalities is 89.55%, which type of belly black and evil taste do they belong to?" ”

"Counting Fujiwara-san, who left with Sanada just now, all the men and women of Seikaku are here," Liu quickly wrote in his notebook, and without looking at the members of the two schools who were scuffling again next to him, he said lightly, "Yukimura really likes to base his happiness on the pain of others, and the chance of intentionally ruining Fuji's date with Edogawa is as high as 89.99%." ”

The eyelids of the trace department were slightly constricted, and the sharp gaze turned to the body of the ninja foot who was carrying the collar of the future, and the hand gently stroked the tear mole in the corner of the eye, "Renshu, you'd better give Uncle Ben an explanation." ”

"Well," Shinobu gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his casual movements revealing endless grace, "Take a look, trace, it will be interesting." ”

“KUSO！ Don't pull me by the collar, I'm going to beat him! How dare you rob me of my sugar!! ”

"Kuwabara senior, let it go, damn it, that sugar was obviously thrown by himself."

"I just stumbled for a moment, and the sugar flew out, where did I throw it!!"

"Come on, we have a 360° no dead end, and we must not lose."

"Marui, don't fan the flames, if Kirihara fights outside, we'll be beaten by Sanada."

"Huh? Is there such a thing? Ahh ”

"KUSO, YUSHI, YOU LET GO OF ME, AND IF YOU DON'T LET GO, YOU'LL RUIN YOUR DATE NEXT TIME, KUSO!!!"

"Well, senior Xiangri, don't fight."

"Below the gram."

"Hey, I'm dead."

"The probability of being punished by Sanada after going back is 99.98%, 0.02% will not be fined, 100% will be raised to tomorrow's co-juku, and the probability of training will be doubled is 98.11%."

"Why did Lihai and the Ice Emperor fight?" Kikumaru scratched his head, looked at the dozens of people who were crackling on the opposite side, and then turned his head to look at Sakurachi and a few people not far away, and muttered in a low voice: "Ah, what a pity, meow, how can Yukimura in Lihai deliberately destroy it, I really want to see Sakuraichi and Fuji holding hands." ”

"Yo Xi," Momojo looked at everyone with an excited and excited expression, "Let's go and lure the Yukimura of Lihai Da out of the way?" ”

"Hiss~idiot."

"Hey, Haitang Snake, what did you say?"

"Momojo-senpai, don't get excited, and..." Mai Kuwaha raised her eyebrows and pointed to Momojo's feet, "You stepped on my feet." ”

"Nani? Ah, sorry sorry. ”

"Hiss~idiot."

"Kaido Snake !!"

"Knock! Let's go and lead Yukimura away.,Lead him away.,I'm sure you can see the minister and the Fuji senior holding hands.,If you can't figure it out, you can still see the Fuji senior's confession.。 ”

"Hey, just with your IQ," Mai Sang Yu glanced at her with disgust, "only the life of being killed in seconds." ”

"... Arai raised his eyebrows and swung his fist over.

"Now, are you guys having fun? I'm going to participate too. ”

"Ah, Sang Yu, Arai, don't fight, Shoko, don't get involved, it's not a joke."

"Haitang, Momocheng, don't fight, and Kuwa Yu-san, Arai-san, and Aihara-san, you don't want it, ah, Kikumaru, don't make trouble."

"Meow~Fun meow~"

Boom~

Boom~

Cracking sound~

The voyeurs were fighting, and Sakura and a few people on the other side were also discussing the next trip.

"Edogawa-san doesn't play anything?" Yukimura spoke lightly, looking at Sakuraichi who was walking between him and Fuji, his delicate and delicate face had a slight warmth, softening the alienated and cold lines of his face.

"Not interested." Sakuraichi said indifferently, she already regretted coming to the amusement park, not only was it boring but also a waste of time, and it was better to train if she had time to hang out here.

"And what are you interested in?" Fuji tilted his head slightly, and his unique voice was still elegant.

"Nothing particularly interesting." Does murder count?

Yukimura smiled: "Then Edogawa-san want to go eat something?" ”

"Whatever." Sakura glanced at him, then withdrew her gaze, an eerie arc gradually blooming at the corners of her mouth, very shallow and subtle, almost imperceptible.

Fuji, who has been paying attention to Sakuraichi, has captured such a change well, and was slightly stunned, but it was only a moment to recover, and the smile on his face became more and more soft and helpless, and helplessness was also accompanied by a subtle ...

"How's the pasta cooking?" Yukimura opened his mouth lightly, and his quiet and elegant words were like empty valley lilies, sending incense with the wind.

"It's not tasty."

"College cooking?"

"I don't like it."

"Kaiseki cuisine?"

"I don't want to eat it."

The corners of Yukimura's mouth stiffened slightly, and he turned his head to look at Sakuraichi, whose face was still indifferent, and his elegant tone was a little stiff, "Then what does Sakuraichi want to eat?" ”

Sakura glanced at him, blinked slightly, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said indifferently: "Whatever." ”

"Flutter~" Fuji couldn't hold back, accidentally laughed, glanced at Yukimura, who was smiling stiffly and passively next to him, and tilted his head slightly, "I'm sorry, Yukimura-san, I didn't hold back." Although he said this, there was no apology on his face, and the tone of his voice was completely incompatible with sincerity.

Yukimura didn't want to worry about Fuji, so he retracted his gaze and fell on Sakuraichi's body, the breeze hit, lifting the blue-purple hair on his forehead, revealing a smooth forehead, his purple eyes narrowed slightly, and a quiet voice slowly spoke: "Na, Edogawa-san, there is a sentence I don't know whether to say or not." ”

"Since I don't know..." Sakura hooked the corners of her mouth and said indifferently, "Then don't talk about it." ”

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Yukimura's face really froze on his face.