Peach Blossom Debt

Chapter 66 Survival Manual for Junior High School Students E-Dating

"My lord queen~My lord queen~Please answer the phone~Please answer the phone~"

Bei Guran raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the mobile phone on the table—it was vibrating and cheerfully chanting strange words in a strange voice.

Immediately afterwards, she remembered that Watanabe had borrowed her mobile phone to make a call the day before.

Bei Guran answered the phone calmly.

"You're going to make me wait at the door until dark, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhder the end, Keigo Atobe's voice is so mesmerizing, it's as elegant and gorgeous as a low-pitched movement.

"Master Atobe is less patient than usual." Bei Guran's fingertips ran across a row of green clothes in the closet.

"My uncle is just a reminder, don't always wear the same green vegetables." Atobe Keigo said.

Bei Guran paused with his fingertips, and took out a pair of light green short sleeves without hesitation, with the corners of his lips slightly hooked, "Then Master Atobe can dress like a red rose."

"..." Keigo Atobe paused.

Red and green - too vulgar.

"..." Bei Guran raised his brows and eyes slightly, and lifted the light green short-sleeve slightly to look at it for a while.

"Bei Guran, your level of cold jokes is getting lower and lower." Atobe Keigo said.

"I'm not a comedian." Bei Guran said frankly.

In the end, she hung up the light green short-sleeved shirt, took a plain white T-shirt, and put on a pair of denim shorts. She tilted her head and threw it on the bed without hanging up the phone , and immediately began to change clothes.

The sound of fabric rubbing is very soft.

The wind slid in gently along the window, and it was cool on the skin.

Bei Guran quickly put on a T-shirt and shorts, stroked her shoulder-length hair, picked up the phone, and was quite surprised to find that the phone had been hung up.She didn't care, she took her backpack and walked out, put on her canvas shoes and opened the door.

Even if the boy at the door only wore the simplest white short-sleeves and slacks, he couldn't conceal his bone-deep elegance.

Dazzling as ever.

Bei Guran raised his eyebrows, and said in a calm tone, "Master Atobe, if you don't feel well, the date venue can only be set as a hospital."

Atobe Keigo glanced at Bei Guran, and asked back, "When did I feel unwell?"

Bei Guran's hand lightly pressed against his face.

"Your face is very red, isn't it a cold?" Bei Guran's tone was calm and calm.

"..." Atobe Keigo was silent for three seconds, and the back of his hand hit Bei Guran on the forehead, neither lightly nor hard, "Let's go." He directly pulled her out.

Bei Guran could only close the door.

Before getting into the car, Keigo Atobe put his hand on the roof of the car and said, "Don't open the window to change clothes next time."

Bei Guran paused when he bent over and got into the car, blinked, and suddenly realized, "Master Atobe has really good hearing." She said lightly, with a hint of a teasing smile in her tone.

No wonder she hung up the phone, the sound of her changing clothes could be heard from the phone.

"So, Master Atobe, are you blushing?" Bei Guran tilted his head, and his eyes fell on Keigo Atobe, and he saw a reddish color from that delicate face - so this is not a cold?

Atobe Keigo lowered his eyes, and glanced at her cold but faintly smiling expression.

She wasn't in the car yet, so she was very close to him.

The sounds of breathing were intertwined, and the warm air flowed on the skin, giving it a special tactile sensation.His expression paused, and he pinched her chin straight away, "You've become more and more arrogant recently, huh?"

Bei Guran's expression remained unchanged, "Is there something wrong with my arrogance, Master Atobe." She said it calmly.

"Huh?" The corners of Atobe Keigo's eyes twitched slightly, with a half-smile, "Are you arrogant...?" He suddenly approached, caught off guard and kissed her lightly on the lips, and then pushed her gently into the car, "Of course there's no problem." As soon as he finished speaking, he had already fastened the safety belt for her.

Bei Guran narrowed his eyes slightly, but didn't say anything.

Atobe Keigo closed the car door, walked around to the other side door and got in the car. Before he could buckle up his seat belt, Bei Guran suddenly grabbed his collar, and also kissed him lightly.

"..." Keigo Atobe was stunned for the first second.

Bei Guran let go of his hands, leaned back against the back of the chair with his hands on the backpack and closed his eyes.

After a while, Atobe Keigo chuckled, "Bei Guran, when will you admit defeat?"

"When I don't want to win." Bei Guran didn't open his eyes, and his tone was flat.

Atobe Keigo reached out to untie her hair that was somewhat caught by the seat belt, a faint smile appeared in her dark blue phoenix eyes, which shone brightly against the sunlight coming in from the car window, "The transfer procedures have been completed , the file will be sent to Bingdi today, which class do you want to go to?"

"Hmm..." Bei Guran responded softly, and opened one eye, "I want to go to high school."

Atobe Keigo tilted his head and raised his eyebrows.

"Chinese junior high school graduates in June." Bei Guran said calmly, closing his eyes.

Strictly speaking, she has already graduated.

"..." Atobe Jingwu slowly narrowed his eyes, his eyes were extremely sharp, but he didn't express his opinion on Bei Guran's choice, as if he was thinking about something.

The car stopped suddenly.

Atobe Keigo got out of the car first, opened the door for Bei Guran, and unbuckled her seat belt.

The first stop was the streets of Tokyo.

Bei Guran put his bag on his back, turned his head and glanced at Keigo Atobe who took out the tennis bag from the car, "Buy the tape first?"

"No, buy sneakers first." Keigo Atobe carried the tennis bag to lead North Gu Ran, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Or green?" They walked into the HEAD tennis equipment store.

"Sneakers?" Bei Guran looked down at the canvas shoes on her feet.

"Wearing canvas shoes is not conducive to exerting force on the ground. Running will cause foot pain, wear feet, and be prone to injury." Keigo Atobe explained slowly.

"..." Bei Guran frowned slightly.

"You can't run anymore. Wearing canvas shoes for a long time and playing tennis will ruin your knees." Keigo Atobe continued.

"..." Bei Guran had already been pulled to the sneaker rack by Atobe Keigo, she stared at those sneakers for a while, and said slowly, "The premise is to play tennis for a long time."

"..." Keigo Atobe glanced at her, and threw a pair of sneakers to her.

Bei Guran glanced at the shoe size, and didn't care what the pair of sneakers looked like, so he took them over and changed them.

She took two steps and twisted her ankle, but there was no discomfort.

"The color of the racket?" Not far away, Keigo Atobe tried several racket weights with his hands. Young women are suitable for a racket with a weight of 200 to 280 grams. He turned to her and asked, "Don't tell me that you want to choose green again." .”

"As long as it's not the gold in your hand." Bei Guran said indifferently.

Keigo Atobe picked out a blue tennis racket with a larger surface—suitable for beginners and women, and stuffed it into the palm of her right hand, "Wait and see."

Bei Guran held his canvas shoes with one hand, and waved his arms stiffly.

"..." Keigo Atobe raised his eyebrows, "Is your body rusty?" His tone was quite teasing.

"It's a little less lubricating oil." Bei Guran followed suit.

"A cold joke?" Keigo Atobe led her to another counter.

"A sincere joke." Bei Guran said frankly.

Keigo Atobe took two tapes, and then went to check out, "The funniest one so far." He commented pertinently.

"..." Bei Guran tilted his head, looked around the sports equipment with some lack of interest, and put the canvas shoes in his hand into the bag, "It's not a cold joke that I'm not interested in sports. "she says.

"So what do you think?" Keigo Atobe put the tennis racket and tape he just bought into his tennis bag, and led her away naturally.

"State the application for sports waste materials not to be used for sports." Bei Guran said.

"The application is rejected." Keigo Atobe said without thinking.

They walked slowly on the streets of Tokyo, like a stroll in a garden.

"It will be very tiring." Bei Guran's tone was as slow as her pace.

"..." Keigo Atobe glanced at her, his sharp eyes reflected a sharp brilliance under the bright sunlight, "Your exercise volume is already half that of ordinary people."

"I hope it's [-]% lower." Bei Guran said frankly.

"Is that still human?" Keigo Atobe asked back.

"Probably still." Bei Guran dragged Keigo Atobe into the bookstore with his backhand before turning the corner at the intersection.

"It must be a human being who died on the bed." Keigo Atobe raised his eyebrows, his tone was quite harsh, and he didn't stop at all, allowing her to drag him into the bookstore.

"Death on the bed is the happiest way to die, Master Atobe." Bei Guran's gaze stayed on the row of bestsellers on the bookshelf, and he did not forget to refute him.

"That will have to wait until you are 80 years old at least." Keigo Atobe said.

"I think it's enough to live to be 60 years old." Bei Guran pointed to the books on the bookshelf and said casually.

She froze suddenly.

Atobe Keigo let go of her hand, and wrapped her arms around her waist from behind her. The faint scent of roses was very soft. When breathing, the warm air flowed down from the neck, and the chest was attached to the back. He bowed slightly and pressed his chin on her shoulder, and the feeling of beating heart seemed to be transmitted from behind, "Hey Bei Guran, you really plan to die at the age of 60, right?" Keigo Atobe's voice As always, low-key magnetism, gorgeous and arrogant.

"..." Bei Guran pulled out a book and didn't speak.

Atobe Keigo's face was slightly dark.

Bei Guran turned a few pages, put the book back, tapped the book with his fingertips, squinted slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Atobe Keigo clasped his arms a little bit, but still didn't bother her to find a book.

"When did you like reading divination?" His eyes slid over her shoulder and jumped to the cover of the book she pulled out for the second time, Fujiko Yumiko's best-selling book of tarot divination.

"Just take a look." Bei Guran replied indifferently, "Compare the difference between tarot divination and poker divination."

"So you know poker divination?" Keigo Atobe easily caught the point from her words.

"Master Atobe wants to play?" Bei Guran flipped through the book and said, "Master Atobe is going to participate in an important event in November."

Atobe Keigo raised his eyes slightly, "It's only the end of August."

"Well, so I said it casually." Bei Guran raised his brows and eyes lightly, and turned his head to look at him.The purple-gray short hair is particularly dazzling under the sunlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and her brown eyes can reflect his delicate facial features, "If Master Atobe only lives to be 60 years old." She has no head and no tail After saying a word, he pulled his hand away to pay for the book.

Atobe Jingwu was startled, looking at Bei Guran's figure, he couldn't help but laugh.

Under the bright sunshine, the tear moles at the corners of his eyes seemed to reflect an extremely enchanting brilliance, and the luxurious smile on his delicate face was so charming that people were tempted, and the sounds of gasping from the girls who were paying attention to him could be heard all around.

——If he only lives to be 60 years old, it is enough for her to live to be 60 years old.

If lovers need sweet love words, this is the most touching love words.

Bei Guran walked back slowly with his book bag in his hand, his indifferent expression seemed to be haloed under the bright sunlight, but a strange softness was reflected on his cheeks.

Keigo Atobe led her away from the bookstore, and walked straight across the road to the clothing store opposite.

"Small dress?" Bei Guran raised his eyebrows, following the line of sight of Atobe Keigo, "Is there a concert today?"

"Hmm." Keigo Atobe led her around several times, chose a royal blue dress, and threw it to her with a large light blue bow tied around the waist.

Bei Guran tilted his head and stuffed the dark blue suit and white shirt that he had chosen at some point to Keigo Atobe.

Atobe Keiwu didn't move his brows, he took it, and watched with satisfaction as Bei Guran went to change into the little dress.

When Bei Guran opened the curtain of the changing room, Keigo Atobe had already changed into a suit and was choosing a tie.The dark blue suit set off his figure very well, and every smooth line outlines a tall and straight figure. Coupled with his awe-inspiring aura and elegant demeanor, it makes people hold their breath.

Atobe Keigo noticed Bei Guran coming out of the fitting room almost immediately.

He turned his head, the curve of the corners of his lips looming, sharp and beautiful, "You are too thin." He said as he stepped forward to press down her slightly folded skirt.

"Just enough weight to pass the physical fitness test." Bei Guran's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes fell on the ties on the counter.

In fact, this dress doesn't make her look too thin, and Keigo Atobe chose it just right.

Atobe Keigo stared at her standing sideways to choose a tie, and the butterfly bones on her back were clearly visible when her arms opened and closed, like a butterfly spreading its wings.He slightly turned his eyes and walked forward, and took out a small box from his pocket.

Bei Guran paused as he took the tie.

The neck is slightly cool, and something sticks to the skin, it is a necklace.

She touched it lightly with her hand, "When did you buy it?"

"After the opera appreciation meeting." Keigo Atobe said succinctly.

Hearing this, Bei Guran raised his eyebrows lightly, and his tone was a bit inaudible, "Master Atobe, are you sure that I will come back?"

She came back a month after the Ice Emperor Opera Appreciation.

"Naturally." Keigo Atobe said firmly, the arrogance was so arrogant that it was impossible to resist, and the awe-inspiring aura surged towards her world, like an aggressive gesture.

Bei Guran tiptoed slightly to tie a tie for him, narrowed his eyes slightly, with a satisfied expression, as if he was looking at a perfect work of art that she had completed.

Keigo Atobe motioned her to try on the light blue high-heeled shoes on the side.

"..." Bei Guran gestured at the height of the high heels, about five centimeters, and she gave Atobe Jingwu a sideways glance.

"Don't tell me that you can't do it." Atobe Jingwu crossed his arms, with a narrow smile in his phoenix eyes.

"Before I fall to my death, Master Atobe will be on my back." Bei Guran said lightly, put on the shoes, and stood up.

But she didn't take a step for a long time.

Atobe Keigo realized that Bei Guran froze, "Really haven't you worn it?" He reached out to help Bei Guran, who was unstable and about to fall after taking the first step, "The dress and high heels are for ladies. Have you never worn the standard attire for formal attendance?" There was a rare hint of surprise in his voice.

The heels of those high heels are actually not high.

"Our formal attire is Hanfu, Master Atobe." Bei Guran stood still with his arm indifferently.

Of course, Hanfu does not need to be paired with strange shoes such as high heels.

"So you can't dance ballroom dancing?" Keigo Atobe quickly came to another conclusion.

"No." Bei Guran replied calmly.With the help of Keigo Atobe's elbow, she took a few steps quite smoothly, and gradually got used to the strange shoes for her.

"This is the basic skill of the Ice Empress, Bei Guran." Keigo Atobe raised his eyebrows and said.

"...I will consider its residual value." Bei Guran said coldly.

Atobe Keigo laughed softly, "It is the residual value of the next life."

They changed back to ordinary clothes and shoes, checked out and left.

The clerks in the clothing store were extremely surprised—this was definitely the fastest couple they had ever seen shopping for clothes.

There is no need to try on various clothes repeatedly, and you don’t need to listen to other people’s opinions. You only need to go around the store twice to choose the clothes of the other party, and there is nothing to say about the suitability. They don’t have the time to choose clothes in the store. The conversation is long.

The female shop assistant looked at the figures of the two talking and walking down the street holding hands as if strolling in the courtyard. Their shadows overlapped together, and she suddenly felt a kind of envy——for the silent understanding, the silent Familiar and silent understanding seems to be an understatement, but it is deeply envious like a brand.

The deep love written in silence gradually accumulates into love.

Such emotion seems to focus on describing a kind of indifferent but beautiful sincerity and cherishment in the eyes.

Is dating just eating in a restaurant, shopping, visiting an amusement park, or watching a movie in a cinema?

No, dating is just two people being together.

Be it the streets, libraries, bookstores, amusement parks, schools, tennis courts...

You don't need to stay in any special place to do special things to call it a date. Even if you are in a busy city and surrounded by people coming and going, you still feel as if no one else is there.

Dating is just "you in my eyes" time for two people.

Because I like it, I want to be with you.

Inseparable, in and out in pairs, laughing and laughing casually, talking about everything, and giving you the best.

On September [-]st, Team A of the third year of Ice Emperor received the student file of a transfer student named Bei Guran.