LRAB Chapter 137: Prince of Tennis Zhousuke is injured
Chapter 137: Prince of Tennis Zhousuke is injured
She had originally planned to go over to check on his injuries while he was asleep at night, and now it was not impossible.
"Is Zhou Zhu in the bedroom now?"
"It's in the bedroom..." He thought of a possibility halfway through his words. His eyes widened slightly for a moment, and the next moment he saw the person he had been thinking about, who appeared in front of him with Little Tornado and Xiao Jinjin in her arms.
The night was quiet, and the moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the floor of Fuji Shusuke's bedroom. The silvery-white light was like a silent invitation.
When Zhao Lan appeared in front of him holding Little Tornado, Fuji Shusuke's blue eyes suddenly widened in the dim light.
Seeing Zhou Zhu like this, Zhao Lan's smile deepened.
When Little Tornado saw his acquaintance, he woofed excitedly and rushed towards him.
Fuji subconsciously reached out to catch it. The little guy's furry head rubbed against his palm, and its tail was wagging so hard that it almost took off.
"Shh, be quiet." Zhao Lan tapped its forehead lightly with his finger, and the little whirlwind immediately closed its mouth, but its tail was still wagging, and it was obvious that it was having a hard time holding it in.
Fuji opened his eyes slightly, he reached out and touched the little tornado's head, then looked up at her.
"Lan-chan, you're really here..." His voice was so soft as if he was afraid of disturbing the moment, but the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.
Zhao Lan glanced at the bandage on his right leg and snorted, "Are you happy now?"
"Hmm... almost there." He blinked, a hint of cunning in his voice.
"What's wrong?"
"Bad..." He suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, and gently rubbed her pulse with his fingertips, as if to confirm her existence. With a little force, Zhao Lan fell into his arms unexpectedly.
His breath was close at hand, with a faint medicinal scent and familiar temperature, and his voice fell softly into her ears: "I need you to get closer to me."
Zhao Lan's ears felt slightly hot, and he rolled his eyes at him unhappily, then reached out and poked his shoulder: "Just be quiet if you're injured, why are you moving around?"
"But Lan-chan obviously knows that I'm not that seriously injured." He chuckled, and gently played with her hair with his fingertips. "Besides, if Lan-chan really didn't want to, how could I pull you over so easily?"
"How dare you say that? I've told you several times not to attack me suddenly." She narrowed her eyes and pressed her fingertips against his wrist, and with a little force, he let go. "If I hadn't controlled my strength, you would have been in the hospital right now."
"But I know Arashi-chan won't." He smiled confidently, "Because you know I won't do anything that will really make you angry."
In fact, Fuji Shusuke discovered since childhood that Arashi would deliberately keep a distance from others and avoid physical contact with others.
This may be related to her family. She is like a small animal, very wary of strangers, but after you are familiar with her, maybe she subconsciously feels safe, then she will not react much when you approach her.
For example, he, his mother, Yumiko and Yuta are not in this range. And there is also Kotori, who often appears behind her and hugs her.
"Besides, it's such a surprise to see Arashi-chan like this all of a sudden."
Lan-chan is really worried about him. She is willing to come here even though she knows that his injury is not serious. He must be the only one who knows Lan-chan's secret.
Zhao Lan snorted, not bothering to argue with him, and simply held his shoulder to check the injury on his leg.
Little Tornado tilted his head and looked at Bu Er's bandage. Suddenly he picked up one end and pulled it hard, and most of the bandage immediately fell apart.
Fuji pinched its neck, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Why are you like this too?"
Zhao Lan raised an eyebrow and glanced at the little guy: "Well done, I'll give you a snack when I get back."
Hearing her words, Little Tornado looked up happily: [Guo Guo]
Zhao Lan reached out and rubbed it: "I'll get you some fruit when I get back."
Watching their interaction, Fuji's eyes flickered. He had thought that this little guy was too smart before, so now he wouldn't find it strange no matter how miraculous the things happened to Lan.
Zhao Lan looked at his legs and raised his hand to lift up his pajamas.
Fuji quickly grabbed her wrist, "Lan, Lan-chan, are we moving this... too fast..." he said while acting shy.
"Hurry up and stop talking nonsense," Fuji subconsciously wanted to block her, but was nailed to the spot by her eyes.
Of course she could cure him directly. She just wanted to see what this guy had done to himself.
Ignoring his attempts to stop her, Zhao Lan forcefully lifted up his clothes, revealing large purple-red bruises on his lean waist and abdomen under his thin pajamas. The large broken skin wounds were shocking on his cold white skin.
"It's just visually exaggerated." Fuji tried to save his image, "If you came back one day later, these wounds would have scabbed over."
Zhao Lan ignored him. Seeing the exaggerated expression on his face, she raised her eyebrows slightly and pressed her fingertips lightly on the bruise on his waist.
"Hiss—" Fuji took a breath, but still smiled, "Lan-chan is so cruel."
"You deserve it." Zhao Lan snorted lightly, but placed his palm on him. A faint golden spiritual power flowed, and the bruises all over his body and his injured right leg healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Fuji looked at her quietly with a gentle gaze. Her drooping eyelashes and the focused expression on her face under the moonlight made his heart warmer than any healing spell. "As expected, Arashi-chan is worried about me."
"Okay." She withdrew her hand. "If you dare to get hurt on purpose next time, I will make you feel the pain." She glared at him.
"What if I say..." He suddenly leaned in close, his breath gently brushing her cheek, "I did this just because I wanted to see Lan-chan's expression now, will Lan-chan still be angry?"
Zhao Lan was startled, then his eyes narrowed dangerously: "... Are you asking for a beating?"
Fuji chuckled and gently pinched her earlobe with his fingertips: "Karashita-chan is here after all, isn't she?"
She glared at him, but in the end she just cursed in a low voice, "...idiot."
Fuji chuckled. He was called a genius all day long, but now he was called an idiot. This feeling... was quite strange.
Outside the window, the night wind blew gently, and the shadows of the trees swayed. Little Tornado curled up beside the pillow, watching the two bickering and laughing, not understanding what they were doing at all. Finally, he yawned, curled up and fell asleep.
Zhao Lan reached out and picked it up: "Okay, the wound has been healed, and the person has been found. We should go back."
Fuji stood up, hugged her gently, and kissed her on the forehead: "Arashi-chan, good night."
The little whirlwind raised its eyes in a daze, but before it could see clearly, Zhao Lan had already disappeared from the spot with it.
Fuji looked at the empty room, the corners of his lips slightly raised.
——Sure enough, he walked into her heart little by little.
The next morning · Zhaolan House
Back in the bedroom, Zhao Lan held Little Tornado in his arms and began to practice with it. Little Tornado squinted his eyes comfortably, and his body unconsciously absorbed a trace of spiritual energy.
Zhao Lan lowered his eyes and glanced at it. The little fellow was not bad. If it continued like this, it would probably not be long before it could practice independently.
The next morning, Zhao Lan sat cross-legged on the floor of the training room, with spiritual energy flowing through her body. Little Xuanfeng lay beside her, following her example with his eyes closed, and occasionally secretly opened one eye to glance at her.
“Ding Dong——”
The doorbell suddenly rang, and Little Tornado's ears pricked up, and he rushed out instantly.
"So early?" Zhao Lan stood up and sensed a familiar breath outside the door. She raised her eyebrows slightly.