So when the fall begins, the round robin also begins.
Beninfang, round robin.
How important the meaning of this title is to Jindo is a fact that even the big tree in the flower bed outside the gate of the chess garden can understand—
He squatted under its branches and pulled the grass for nearly half an hour.
Probably because the relationship was too tense, Shinto Hikaru lost the first game.
Although he adapted to the situation as quickly as possible, by the middle of the round robin, he and the rest of the results were still tight.
The opponent who arranged for the next round was Ryo Taya.
The two currently have the same score, and the loser will be kicked out mercilessly.
I don't know if that guy will be so nervous that he hasn't eaten well these days.
Ogata's red sports car went around the door, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but think with amusement.
"What are you going to eat?" he asked the boy beside him while holding the steering wheel.
"I have no appetite." Shinto Hikaru fastened his seat belt, replied sullenly, and then sank his head in his arms, refusing to talk.
His brown eyes quickly glanced at him, then turned back to stare at the road ahead, "Then go to my house to start the inspection now?"
The boy did not answer.
Depressed, Ogata pulled out his hand, patted his shoulder lightly, and stayed there.
The young shoulder froze when he touched it, then gradually loosened under his palm.
With one hand on the steering wheel, Ogata pulled the car to the side of the road.
"Uncomfortable?" He also put his right hand on Light's shoulder.
The silent concern was conveyed through the slight weight on his shoulders, and as if the heavy loss was being swept away like this, Shinto Hikaru suddenly leaned towards the man.
Eh? !
Ogata was taken aback, but seeing the boy who was bored in his arms and no longer wanted to lift his head, he changed his posture slightly so that the boy could lean on him more comfortably. On him, the hand resting on his shoulder has spontaneously slid down to his waist, bringing the young man's flexible and slender body back into his arms.
"If you're not feeling well, just rest."
He gently stroked the boy's vest slowly and regularly, as if comforting a child who had suffered a lot of grievances.
After a while, Guang's dull voice sounded from his arms.
"Mr. Ogata..."
"Well?" The hand caressing his back didn't stop at all, but the tone softened, "Thinking of what to eat?"
"No—" Light paused and said, "Parking here...isn't it expensive?"
Everyone knows that parking fees in business districts are sky-high by the minute...
"Three, four, five..."
Just watching the meter keep beating, his eyelids jump with it.
"What did you count?" Ogata turned around and asked him after swiping his card.
"Okay... so many bowls of ramen..."
Still crying.
In order to make up for those ramen noodles that just fell out, Shinto decided not to eat out for a few days afterward—
Anyway, someone made it for him to eat, and he didn't take back the loss. I'm sorry to God.
Ogata was more worried about his body. After all, his cooking skills, except for this little guy who put all of them into his stomach, had basically not been approved by anyone.
"But what you cook is better than outside!" Every time I hear his suggestion to go out to eat, I always refuse like this. The last time I think about it, I continue, "Ah... Mr. Ogata is afraid of trouble? Then we Division of labor, you can do it for me, okay?"
The plan is thus determined.
And when Ogata first saw Hikaru skillfully wrapping the newly bought apron and cleaning up the cooking table for him, his face couldn't help but blushed.
—Such fine and compact skin, the arc of water droplets sliding all the way down the body...
"It's very skilled." Ogata said casually, trying to expel a certain image that suddenly jumped into his mind.
"Because Ryo also said before—" At this point, Kwang seemed to have misunderstood the other party's intentions, and stopped, "Yes, I played against Ryo before, so it's okay."
The atmosphere cooled down for a while.
Ogata was a little embarrassed that he couldn't explain clearly. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't think of what to say or what to say, so he had to keep silent.
A meal that can be called a sumptuous meal, how is it served on the table, and how is it served.
Neither of them moved their chopsticks much.
At this point, Ogata felt that maybe he should explain, but he didn't know what to explain or whether it was necessary.
The inexplicable cold field, at a later time, was finally broken.
the reason is simple.
Stay overnight.
Ogata said simply, "At night... stay."
This is barely an invitation...
The man thought so, while pretending to be casual, looking at the boy's expression.
That person just replied easily, "Okay."
There seems to be no problem with this conversation.
But the young man added calmly, "Then I'll take a shower first."
Cough... Now... the nature has changed.
When Hikaru wiped his hair and came out, Ogata was watching the afternoon game in front of the computer.
Hearing the footsteps, he turned his head and wanted to say something, but when he saw the 'scenery' in front of him, he forgot the words.
"You..." suddenly felt that your throat was dry, so after a long time, Ogata pretended to cough twice, and then said, "...why don't you wear a bathrobe."
"I'm wearing it," Guang gave him a strange look. "It's too big for the straps to fasten."
Yeah yeah, the bathrobe was still loose on his shoulders, the straps dragged to the ground, the hem was wide open—
They yelled at him, take me off, take off, take off!
... It's better not to wear it like this.
Ogata concealed it again, turned his face back, and stared at the computer screen, as if there were a billion-dollar game waiting for him to win.
But some people still didn't teach him to divert his attention.
"Wipe me."
The towel draped over his shoulder, smelling of the bath liquid.
Obviously I want to say that you wipe it yourself, I don't have time - but my fingers -
Still involuntarily, he moved.
As everything after.
… involuntarily pressed his lips to his, involuntarily grabbed his hand, and finally—
Involuntarily, his body slammed him onto the bed...
By the time he regained his senses, the boy was already content to curl up in the messy bed and slept sweetly, his expression like a thief cat that stole fishy or suffocated—
But... shouldn't it be you who stole the fishy stuff?
A full year, twelve months.
He worked hard for it.
It is necessary to try to restrain yourself, not to be too aggressive, and make the other party mistakenly think that between him and him, it is just a quick flirtation.
At the same time, give some encouragement and hints to the other party in a timely manner, so as not to shy away from thinking that he lacks enthusiasm.
But why is it that when things come to an end, I can't even feel the aftertaste... That's it—
… got it? !
Seiji Ogata stared blankly at someone under the quilt, and began to uncontrollably...
molar.
What's the matter! ! !
The next morning.
The first time Ogata woke up, he saw Hikari sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony.
"Have you eaten breakfast?" he asked as he groped to find his clothes.
"Well, not yet." Guang leaned against the window and looked into the distance of the city.
In the gray morning, the whole city is like a tired old picture scroll, faded and curled.
Just as he opened his mouth, the sun rising at an unknown time reflected a golden light from the glass surface of the high-rise building.
The whole picture scroll was awakened by this.
"the weather is nice today."
Light said quietly.
The cool autumn wind blew in from the half-opened window, the curtains swaying beside him.
"En." Ogata also stopped, sitting quietly beside the bed, looking at the boy bathed in the sun.
Light took a deep breath in the fresh morning breeze and turned to look at the man on the bed.
His usual sharp brown pupils were slightly squinted because he didn't wear glasses, and he looked a little lazy; he was buttoning his shirt, his uncombed hair was a mess, and there was a lock at the back of his head.
Just looking at it, I feel that the mood at the moment is beyond "happiness", or "pleasure", or "satisfaction", but "completeness".
Complete, complete.
Whatever was missing before, he knew he had found what he had been looking for for so long.
So, he said, "I'll give you a multiple-choice question."
After a moment of silence, he continued, "Either, give me your title, or give me your last name—"
The curtains were blown up by the wind and rattled.
"If you abstain, I will treat you as giving both!"
After staying there for about a century, Ogata let out a slow sigh: "...Is there a third option?"
"Yes, please leave this position to me."
Guang smiled and turned his head to look out the window at the vibrant city in the rising sun.
"Because here, you can see each day start so beautifully."
And what he saw was another beautiful day unfolding.
The author has something to say:
Author C speaks
Finally... it's over! ! !
Sprinkle ING
By the way, this article is really called a tiger's head... That fox's tail - as expected, a little fox, Hikaru, taught by the big fox Ogata-san|||||
But writing here, I have also discussed this issue with Xiaoxiang
About the possibility after Light and Uncle.
What the light needs is a shoulder like this and a pair of hands like this, maybe similar to a growing teacher, so what about when the light matures
Does he still need such a person, to love him, teach him to give him shoulders and spur him
I'm afraid that at that time, Liangjun will be more suitable for him - a side-by-side partner.
But... this is not the original intention of floating life, quack~
The author Mouxiang said:
So, the possibility mentioned by a C above can be completely ignored... lol
The words of this article really put more pen and ink and attention on the uncle, so that someone has now said that he is the mother-in-law of the uncle's biological mother (definitely not the evil mother-in-law!!!)...
In general, I want to write some very bland life scenes, but in the end, I still can't avoid being romantic.
Well, I hope you all like it~~~~~~~~~