Ice Emperor Tennis Club.

This was because most of the members were already third-year students.

Of the two hundred people in the club, quite a number had chosen to join Ice Emperor to continue following Atobe, but there were a few who had chosen to join other schools.

There were still two weeks until graduation.

Inside the peaceful campus, there was not the slightest trace of a graduation atmosphere.

"Where is Atobe?"

"Probably busy with the handover of the student council." Shinobi arranged the notes in his hands and said thoughtfully.

Ever since Atobe became Ice Emperor's student council president, he had been reelected for three consecutive years.

However, since he had left the middle school to join the high school, a new student council president had to be elected.

Akutagawa Cirou, who was sleeping on the bench, suddenly opened his mouth to say, "I just saw Atobe go to the infirmary."

Xiangri Yueren's hand that was holding the racket shook, and he raised his head in shock. "Eh?

Is Atobe injured? "

— —

Inside the infirmary.

The two of them, one standing and one sitting, were silent.

After a long time, the young man with short purplish hair curled his hair with his index finger and waved elegantly. "Nice to meet you."

Ice Emperor Tennis Club Leader and student council president, Atobe Jingo.

The moment he appeared, he gave people a very deep impression. As expected, it was no wonder that the Ice Emperor's campus was decorated in such a luxurious style.

She remembered that when the class monitor showed her around the campus that morning, she was stunned when she saw the rose garden from afar.

This is a school?

Was it really not that so-called student council president who turned the Ice Empress Academy into his personal manor based on his personal preferences?

Although this was what he thought, the students of the Ice Emperor didn't seem to be surprised by this scene.

In the end, she did not voice the thought in her heart.

"This is our first meeting, and I didn't expect the student council president to be here. I am deeply sorry."

"No." Atobe Jingo pointed at the mole on his cheek and turned his gaze to the girl in bed. "As the current student council president of Hyotei Monarch, I still have to care about the students under my jurisdiction."

"How is it?

How do you feel on your first day at Ice Emperor? "

It was beautiful.

The girl lying weakly on the hospital bed was delicate and beautiful.

The originally hot and restless summer wind seemed to have been dyed into a refreshing breeze when it blew here.

She was very much in line with the image of Yamato Nadeko in the ancient historical records.

Although her words were soft, her actions were natural and unrestrained. It was obvious that she was well-educated.

But no matter how gentle he was, he was still a sickly person.

Atobe lowered his head and suppressed the sigh that he had when he saw the man. His expression did not betray anything.

He liked to be gorgeous, and naturally, he admired people who were gorgeous enough.

Even though the Zongxiang family was not as high profile as the Atobe family, they were still a noble family with several hundred years of history.

Ever since she found out that Zongxiang Huaguo, who had passed the transfer student test, was going to enroll, Hua Di had submitted a copy of her information.

She was a weak and sickly girl who had been isolated from the rest of the world, receiving treatment and home-style education in a foreign sanatorium.

There were very few life stories, and the entire recovery process was also very blank.

However, it was not hard for Atobe to come up with a complete picture of the man's life from that brief conversation.

She must have been very lonely and helpless.

After staying in Japan for so long, it was unavoidable that Atobe had been influenced by the Japanese aesthetic. While his heart was touched, his feelings toward Huaguo rose from the initial curiosity and love.

"Hmm, the students at the school and class are all good."

As the center of attention, Huaguo did not feel the emotions of the young man across from her.

She was still thinking about the message that she had received earlier.

Mission One and Mission Two had already appeared before the shell-shell machine was repaired.

To complete Mission One, she only needed to follow her promise and complete the mission given to her by the Golden King, and then wait for the opportunity to destroy the stone plate.

She also understood Ye Dou's current conditions. If he continued to accumulate five yuan and five yuan like this, not to mention ten years, it would be impossible to build a shrine that belonged to him even in a hundred years.

But if she insisted on completing it, it was not impossible.

Thinking back to the jewelry that she had stuffed into the void storage, Huaguo was filled with confidence.

All that was left was the most troublesome and clueless Mission Three.

{Copy the special 'personality' of the superpowered teenagers.}

She needed to hold all ten fingers together for more than five minutes to completely copy the 'personality'.

That was the copying requirement given to her by the shell machine.

However, it was obvious that things wouldn't be as easy as it seemed.

What kind of people were these superpowered teenagers?

Since there was the word 'they', then there should be more than two of them.

Her brain spun quickly as she tried to analyze everything that she had learned so far.

Since the shell machine had appeared, the mission had appeared, and so had the reward and punishment, before she could confirm the authenticity of the mission, she might as well give it a try.

If it was real, then perhaps this was the truth that she had been forced to 'jump' all these years.

If it was fake, then she was not at a disadvantage. It did not matter whether she completed the mission or not. She only needed to wait for ten years before returning to her world.

Mission One and Mission Two required a lot of time and energy to prepare. Only Mission Three could be tested immediately.

But the shell machine had given her too few clues. She could only narrow the scope down to those who loved sports.

But then again …

If they loved sports.

She subconsciously moved her eyes to the purple-haired boy who was leaning against the bed.

She remembered that he was the head of the tennis club.

Then, should she give it a try?

Her mind was considering the possibility, but she forgot that her eyes were still glued to Atobe's face.

Being stared at by the girl with such passionate eyes, even Atobe, who was used to the admiring looks from the girls around him, felt uncomfortable.

He was certain that this was the first time he had met the girl.

Clearly, when they first met, the girl still had a very calm and indifferent appearance, and she was not attracted by his appearance at all.

Even if her reflexes were slow, it should not have been so slow, right?

With that thought in mind, Atobe met Huaguo's gaze without hesitation. The two stared at each other without backing down.

As expected.

Even though the girl's gaze was passionate, there was no sign of love, and there was no sign of obsession in her eyes. If anything, it felt like she was studying a biological subject and was itching to perform an autopsy.

Atobe was used to the gazes around him, so he could feel this difference.

Strange.

Before he could figure it out …

The girl who was half lying on the bed suddenly pulled at his hand.

It was no wonder that Atobe did not resist. The girl had a serious look on her face, and there was no trace of resistance that Atobe usually had. She raised his hand and turned it over and over to inspect it.

It was like there was something on his hand.

Silently allowing the girl to study his hand, Atobe wanted to see what the girl was going to do next, but he saw her suddenly intertwine her fingers with his.

What kind of operation is this?

Didn't you say you wouldn't be charmed by my beauty?

In the end, you still succumbed to my suit pants?

With this strange emotion and an indescribable sense of loss in his heart, Atobe subconsciously wanted to struggle free.

However, he saw that the sickly young girl suddenly clenched his hand tightly. Her strength was so great that she didn't seem to be as sickly as before at all.

"Don't move!"

Atobe, who was scolded for no reason, strangely stopped what he was doing.

In the end, he obediently stopped moving.

He could not understand this person.

Such a contradiction.

Lowering his eyelashes, looking at the small hand that fit perfectly into his own, Atobe's expression did not change, but his heart started to race.

This is not at all glamorous.

With this thought of mocking himself, he held the other person's hand even more tightly.

Her hand was small and cold, so fair that he could see the green veins on the back of her hand.

Even though he was holding her hand, and his palm was burning, the heat did not seem to be transmitted to the girl's hand.

Hua Di, who was following closely behind him, had her head lowered as if she couldn't see the ambiguous scene in front of her.

Their fingers intertwined.

Time ticked by.

Huaguo, who did not get a reply from the shell phone, started to lose interest. Just as he was about to let go of his hand, he suddenly heard a commotion coming from outside the nurse's room.

"Atobe!

Are you okay? "

"You're injured?"

"Are you for real?"

.....

The commotion was endless. Atobe subconsciously wanted to use his back to cover his hand that was holding Huaguo's hand, but he did not expect to pull his hand away.

However, before he could carry out this unglamorous action, the crowd outside had already squeezed in through the door.

"Atobe!"

Those who do not know the truth?

Toh Liang and Rikiro were still calling Atobe's name nervously, but in the end, with the other tennis club members behind them, they looked at each other in confusion.

In the end, it was Atobe himself who pretended to cough to get everyone's attention.

Xiangri Yueren, who was following behind them, saw this, and for some reason, a rush of blood rushed to the top of his head.

He rushed up from behind and tried to separate the two's tightly clasped hands.

Since his attack failed, Atobe subconsciously tightened his grip on Huaguo's hand. "What's wrong?"

"Huh?

I was about to ask Atobe, what's wrong with you? "Xiangri Yueren was agitated, and his eyes were slightly red.

Before he could reach out to stop Atobe again.

This time, it was the stunned Huaguo who voluntarily let go of Atobe's hand.

"It's real."

The way he muttered to himself made the youths who had been making a fuss quiet down a little.

Atobe ignored Xiangri Yueren's confusion. He took one step forward and asked Huaguo with concern, "What is real?

Are you not feeling well? "

Huaguo shook her head slowly, as if she had turned a deaf ear to her surroundings. Her expression was dark and gloomy.

Just now, a strange notification sound rang out in her mind.

{Condition to replicate personality completed.}

{Progress to replicate Atobe Jingo's unique personality: 1/7.}

{Ability to replicate: Ice World}