"What the hell is going on?"

On the side of the court, Dome looked at the spectators who were screaming hysterically on the sidelines, and his originally dignified little face looked a little dull at this time. She hadn't expected to see such a show. The so-called pomp and circumstance does not refer to the scale of the training, but to the staggering number of girls on the sidelines.

Generally speaking, schools of a certain size generally maintain more than 30 students, and many of them are newcomers who cannot play and can only sit on the sidelines. Even they are quite uncomfortable with such a scene.

The cheers and screams were endless, and the girl's unique high-pitched voice even overpowered the voice of the coach on the sidelines.

My brother's school football team has always had good results, but such a scene is rare in official competitions.

The reason for this is undoubtedly only one person.

She saw her brother force the turn and volley very simply and rudely, and saw the deftly outside instep pick the ball. Every time her brother touches the ball, he causes the girls on the sidelines to scream, something she didn't expect even - even though she always knew that her brother was very popular with girls.

A little complicated feeling, she has always been less likely to have a malicious perception of others, and for a moment she felt that these girls were too noisy.

Of course, there are also some things such as-

"Look at it, there's a girl over there, it's super cute!"

"Really, there is such a girl! Awesome, isn't it? ”

"Are you here to see the president? Could it be the president's girlfriend? ”

"Is that so? No wonder the president never seemed to have a rumor about this, so it was. ”

"Stupid, how is it possible, didn't you see that she came with someone else?"

"Anyway, the one next to her is her sister, she's really older, and a woman like her sister is great."

Such boys whisper to each other, and they know what they are talking about even without looking back.

It's a strange feeling that girls are often concerned about Tokiwadai, and outside of school, Dome is often the focus of attention from boys. She is now a little glad that she went to a girls' school, otherwise she would have to spend a lot of time dealing with the eyes of boys. Not really liking the feeling of being in the limelight, she quickly turned her attention to the court.

There are 22 people on both sides of the offensive and defensive sides in a regular training match, and it stands to reason that one person in the middle should not be too conspicuous, but there is such a person who is particularly conspicuous.

For a moment, the dome thought he had a delusion. But soon, she realizes that this is not the case. His brother, who was running on the pitch, was indeed very different from everyone.

I can't say why, maybe it's just more technical, maybe it's just that it's just more physical, I don't know what to rely on, her brother feels like he has everyone in control on the court.

Maybe the best playmaker on the football field will feel like she can grasp her teammates and lead them to cooperate with her own ideas, but her brother is the complete opposite.

Not only does he seem to have control over his teammates, but he also seems to have control over his opponents. It is by no means a blind indulgence in solitude, but a feeling of more, more self. It's like he knows everyone's thoughts on the pitch, everyone's choices, everyone's mental activities.

It seems that he is more alone, but in fact, he can beat the other party every step of the way. The whole is being broken down by him, and through the knowledge of each link, he disintegrates the composition and concatenation of the team in an almost predictable way.

It's like there's an unparalleled magic, not a tandem team, but a way to control the situation on the pitch in a way that breaks up the team. Know everyone, master everyone – and then make enemies of everyone.

It does not rely on ability or careful thinking, but only on the most basic understanding and reasoning to approach foreknowledge and manipulation. Incredible, isn't it? Even the strongest psychic ability in Tokiwadai may not be able to do such a thing.

Even Dome himself was panicked by the sudden thought. Suddenly, she felt that her brother's figure had become a little strange.

Just at this time, Mitsuki Kaihara scored the third goal. A goal that would normally never have occurred in a training match for secondary school students. In addition to lamenting that my brother's luck is too good, such a ball can probably only say that the luck on the other side is too bad.

"Do you think the other side is unlucky?" A sly smile swept across my mother's never-changing cheek, "You're wrong, the other side is really lucky." ”

"Why?"

Dome asked, confused.

"Imagine what would have happened if you hadn't been deceived by Guanggui?"

"Hmm......" Dome recalled as she tapped her finger against her cheek.

What else happened before my brother scored?

Feint with the outside instep and then use the gap to volley when the defender is chasing back. If the defender hasn't been deceived...... By the way, before shooting, Mitsuki Umihara made a move. A movement that spreads its arms back and forth seems to be a natural way to maintain balance. What would have happened if the defender hadn't been deceived and continued to be close to the mark?

This outstretched arm movement turns into an elbow strike that appears to be unintentional. Since it was a pre-made action, the referee probably only regarded it as an accident.

“…… Deliberately? ”

"I think I probably know him best in the world." Mrs. Kaihara walked around behind Dome and played with Dono's beautiful long hair, "It's not that you don't understand, but that he in your eyes is a bit like me in your father's eyes." ”

A sentence that doesn't make much sense, but it is very convincing because of the identity of the person who said it. Although Dome thinks he knows his brother very well, he is definitely not confident enough to compare with his mother in this regard.

What kind of person is the real Mitsuki Umihara?

Sunny, hearty, gentlemanly, kind, and dealing with people have their own demeanor, which is the ordinary person's perception of Haihara's luxury. However, Mrs. Kaihara is telling a completely opposite point of view.

"Cunning, brutal, insidious, selfish, retributive, exceptionally good at protecting himself and everything around him, and unscrupulous ......"

"Mother, mother?"

The dome was speechless.

Almost all of them are negative words in character, but they are counted out one by one by Mrs. Kaihara. If it weren't for the identity of the person concerned, it would be hard not to wonder if there was any prejudice against Mitsuki Haihara.

Indeed, if you think about it, there are many examples of Mitsuki Umihara who can prove these characteristics of her mother (such as the "Void Blast" incident, in which the prisoner was beaten mercilessly when he had already been subdued), but it was really difficult for Dome to apply these words to his brother.

"It's just another way of saying it, and if you're willing to take it in a negative light, I'd love to. That way, I don't have anything to worry about. ”

For some reason, Mrs. Kaihara let go of her fingers when she said such words of unknown meaning. The long hair of the dome that she had playfully braided into three strands swirled and spread out like a whirlpool.

"Alright, don't stand."

Her shoulder was gently patted on by her mother, and Dome came back to her senses. It turned out that at this time, the elder brother on the court had been replaced.

Walking forward after his mother, Dome was still a little unrelieved about the topic just now. What was the reason for her mother to say these things to her?

I don't understand, I really don't understand.

Then she heard her mother say—

"Everything is tiresome and cannot be said. I can't see enough; Ears listen, not enough hearing. What is there, there will be again; What has been done, it will be done again. Under the sun, there is nothing new. ”

It's as if he was answering her.

_

As a girl, the dome is a bit different. She doesn't like makeup very much, and she doesn't dress herself too deliberately. But the sister who appeared in front of Mitsuki Haihara now is so unusual.

The graceful lilac gently swayed in the summer breeze, revealing the snow-white arms under the light and soft shawl. Fingers like white onions were placed in front of the hem of the skirt, kneading the edges of the skirt uneasily.

In a word, my sister gives the impression of being a very "soft" girl.

Whether it is words and deeds, manners, attitude towards people, etc., there is a softness that makes the person facing her unconsciously relieve the tension. When I get along with her, it's like lying on a soft big bed, and it always makes people feel an indescribable sense of comfort from the bottom of my heart.

Of course, there is also a physical meaning to this. Although the contour of my sister's body looks well-proportioned and firm, it always gives people a soft feeling. It can be said that she is the kind of girl who is very suitable for wearing that kind of soft and light clothes.

It was as if the crowd was whispering from the side of the pitch. But for now, whatever.

It's rare for my sister to be so well-dressed, and it would be too incomprehensible to bother with other things—but I wanted to say something complimentary, but I suddenly stopped it.

Literary literacy is not his specialty, and with his ability to speak, he can't afford such a heavy responsibility.

For some reason, his mother was embarrassed for a moment, even a little disappointed. I saw that Mrs. Kaihara reached out and held Qiongno's shoulders and pulled her body in front of her.

"Come, tell me, is it cute?"

Mother said ostentatiously.

It seems that this outfit must have been my mother's idea. Tokiwadai usually stipulates that school uniforms must be worn even outside of school, and it's hard to imagine that my sister, who has always been very obedient to school rules, would take the initiative to violate the school rules—if it were for my mother, it would be normal. From the beginning, my mother's behavior has been a little difficult for people to understand.

Qiong Nao, who was supported by his mother's shoulder, rubbed his fingers timidly, and peeked at him a little shyly. Her appearance is even more slender and powerless than Mitsuki Haihara's usual impression.

Ah, what to say?

In the depths of my vague memory, in the farthest place about my sister, a fragment is waking up. It was on the roof of the orphanage, and the first time the two people met met for the first time.

The sister I remember at that time was not as delicate as she is now. What was the beginning of such an impression on yourself?

Such a thought flashed through his mind, and Mitsuki Kaihara suddenly noticed that there was a hint of reproach in his mother's gaze.

"Well, it's cute, really."

He said quickly, and Mrs. Haiyuan nodded.

"Fail." But the evaluation of his son's answer is still quite harsh, "When asked, you must answer immediately, do not hesitate, even if you delay for a second, you will not pass." This is the courtesy of a boy. ”

"I'm just a little distracted......"

Such an unreasonable scoring standard made Haiyuan Mitsugui cry and laugh.

"Not like your father, you're far from being good at that."

"I'm not like my dad, right? In any way. ”

"Not necessarily, don't say it too soon."

Lady Kaihara sighed leisurely and hung her shoulders.

"I have said, 'What is there, there will be again; What has been done, it will be done again. Under the sun, there is nothing new. ’”