met free Chapter 32 Keigo, We Are Friends
Chapter 32 Keigo, We Are Friends
"When did you ask that?"
"We chatted for a bit after school yesterday."
Atobe's tense expression eased a little, and he was somewhat dazed as Jiro's words, "I want to make it to the national tournament with everyone," echoed in his mind.
"I don't know any of this." After a moment of silence, she murmured, her voice very soft.
"He didn't tell anyone in the tennis club either."
"Of course, don't let Cilang's lazy demeanor fool you, he's actually quite opinionated, though he won't tell you." Wang Yueling thought of a certain sleeping little animal, a faint smile curving her lips, "He's afraid of causing you trouble."
Atobe was at a loss for words.
I quietly looked out the window.
The car drove across a bridge spanning a river, where the lights on both banks were reflected on the water, shattering into pieces of gold.
"He has never had such a serious condition before."
Atobe spoke calmly, recounting events from the past.
"In my first year of high school, I had just become the club president when most of the original members left the club, so I formed this team. At that time, Jiro's unusual excessive sleepiness caught my attention. I took him to the hospital to find out the cause, and they said it wasn't an illness, but just a physical condition that would become more pronounced when he was under a lot of pressure."
"I know," Wang Yueling replied solemnly after listening attentively to his words.
Atobe glanced at him again.
"I've checked. Since I'm going to help you with the training plan, I definitely need to know these basic details."
After recounting what he knew, Wang Yueling paused for a moment, then added with a certainty in his voice:
"In my medical team, there is an expert from China who specializes in sports fatigue and neurological regulation. I have already consulted with Cilang about his condition, and he is confident that he can improve it. I will take Cilang there this weekend for a comprehensive check-up and treatment."
"I believe... things will get better gradually."
After hearing these arrangements, Atobe looked at the boy beside him, his eyes flashing with a complex mix of emotions.
There was relief, surprise, and a touch of emotion.
He had always known that Wang Yueling was meticulous, but he hadn't expected that the other party had even arranged this step in advance. Despite being a month younger than him, she was always so calm and thorough, arranging everything so perfectly.
It was this sense of peace that made him unable to resist revealing his true feelings this time. When he was reflecting on himself just now, he was... somewhat incredulous that these were the words that Atobe Keigo would say.
However, as a minister, he was sincerely grateful.
"Ah... thank you, Mochizuki Ryo." Atobe's voice was sincere, devoid of its usual flamboyance, only pure gratitude remained. "Thank you for everything you've done for Hyotei and for my club members."
Wang Yueling understood the weight behind those words.
"Why are you being so polite with me?"
He chuckled, lightly nudging Atobe's arm with his elbow, his voice crisp and clear, "Jiro is my deskmate, and everyone here is my friend. It's no big deal for me to help out. Besides, why not use resources when they're available? Let them go to waste!"
Atobe looked at the person leaning lazily against the car window, his lips twitched, and while he wanted to shut him up for ruining the atmosphere, he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Sensing his silence, Mochizuki Ryou smiled slyly in her azure eyes. She deliberately mimicked Shinobu's usual tone, tilting her head slightly and speaking in a casual, coquettish voice.
"Besides, Keigo, aren't we friends too?"
His use of "Keigo" sounded natural and affectionate, and there was no sense of incongruity coming from his mouth.
Atobe's brow twitched slightly upon hearing this.
"What did you call me?"
"Keigo."
With an innocent look on her face, Mochizuki Ryo continued to tease her on purpose, "Doesn't Oshitari Yuushi call you that too? He also calls you 'Kei-chan'. I think Keigo sounds better, but of course, if you think 'Kei-chan' sounds better, I can call you 'Kei-chan' too."
"Don't use that unrefined way of addressing me, Oshitari."
Atobe's tone carried a sense of "I'm disgusted," but the tips of his ears were slightly red, mostly obscured by the streetlights.
"Oh! Then I'll still call you Keigo. We're friends, aren't we?" Mochizuki Ryo deliberately avoided the main point, and in order to achieve her goal, she even threw out an emotional support at the end.
Atobe glanced at him but didn't reply.
The car continued driving forward, and after passing two intersections, Atobe suddenly said something to the driver.
"Go back to my home."
Then he turned to look at Wangyue Ling.
"Come to my house for dinner tonight."
Wang Yueling raised an eyebrow: "Inviting me out so late?"
"Ah, yes." Atobe leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips. His proud lips curved into a slight upturn, and he resumed his usual flamboyant tone. "Shouldn't you feel honored that I personally invited you?"
"It's an honor, an honor." Wang Yueling nodded with a smile, playing the good straight man. "I'm flattered that Keigo personally invited me."
And in his heart he sighed: Sure enough, Atobe Keigo should always be high above, confident and dazzling, as magnificent as a sun that never sets.
"Don't call me Keigo."
"Okay, Keigo."
Atobe took a deep breath and decided not to bother with this person.
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As the car entered Azabu, Tokyo's most prestigious luxury villa district, the view outside the window completely changed.
There is no hustle and bustle of the city, no crowded buildings.
The wide, smooth asphalt road is lined with meticulously trimmed boxwood and camphor trees, exuding a quiet and dignified atmosphere.
Wang Yueling leaned against the car window, her gaze sweeping over the various manors with their distinct styles.
A faint smile of surprise played at the corners of her lips.
Oh, so it's in the same area as the main residence of Mochizuki.
It's just that one is in the east district and the other in the west district.
He should have thought of that sooner.
Given Atobe Keigo's personality, his residence would certainly not be ordinary, and in Tokyo, this area is so valuable that it's not surprising at all.
But when she saw the Atobe family's sprawling English manor, Mochizuki Ryo couldn't help but sigh softly in her heart.
The most glamorous old money, it's not just talk.
The main house, in a pure British style, stands deep within the courtyard.
The off-white exterior walls gleamed with a warm glow under the lights. The main building was square and symmetrical, with two Corinthian columns standing at the entrance, their carvings intricate yet understated.
The dark gray pitched roof has clean lines, and its pointed corners and carved windows are classic and dignified, yet not dull. The courtyard is spacious and well-organized, with a straight bluestone path in the center and well-maintained lawns on both sides.
The most eye-catching feature is the red rose garden in front of the main house.
It wasn't just a few clumps, it was a whole large patch.
Spreading along the east side of the main house, the flowerbeds gleamed a dark red under the night lights. The layout was clearly not random, but rather a meticulously designed English garden landscape, with varying heights and a beautiful, pleasing aesthetic.
It is both enthusiastic and flamboyant, making no attempt to conceal the homeowner's taste and confidence.
Without any complicated embellishments or superfluous decorations, it is pure, grand, and dazzling, just like Atobe Keigo himself.
"Young Master, we've arrived."
The driver smoothly brought the car to a stop and respectfully opened the car door.
Atobe got out of the car first, straightened his coat collar, and his icy blue eyes swept across the courtyard. He raised his chin with a hint of smugness, as if to say, "How about it? Isn't my house luxurious enough?"
Wang Yueling slowly stepped off the car.
Standing on the stone path, gazing at the manor surrounded by flowers, feeling the fragrance mingling with the evening breeze, I uttered a heartfelt exclamation in French:
"Très magnifique." (It's absolutely gorgeous.)
He turned his head to look at Atobe, and especially when he saw his smug little expression, he couldn't hold back his laughter and continued to play the dutiful straight man.
"This place was tailor-made for your superb taste, sir. It's gorgeous and flamboyant, and it matches your personal style perfectly."