Through the voice of the king of the net drifting

"Let's go, brother will take you to match another one tomorrow." He threw the glasses in the trash can and walked with Otoyu behind him, and there were more and more people around, and even every time they saw someone, they would let her The boy in front of him greeted him, and Sayato's smile hung on his face, showing a very close relationship. In fact, only he knew that every day he smiled like this, and his face had already become pitifully stiff.

And those students, when they saw Yin Yu, were very curious, yes, they were curious. Without the glasses, Yin Yu seemed to be a different person. His appearance changed too much, but his soul had completely changed.

"Otoyu, you are already in the second grade. Do you want to join any clubs so that school will not be so boring after school?" Sayato turned to look at Otowa. He always said that he would go to the tennis club, but they would never agree to it at all. Let alone coach Ryuzaki, he couldn't pass it, and even Tezuka couldn't convince him. He lost his temper, he really wanted to help his sister, but he couldn't force others to make things difficult, not to mention, this was not the group of people in the tennis club he could count on, and everyone knew how much he hated his sister

This time he brings up this topic again, really hoping to get a different answer, because in this way, his sister may really start again, and what he wants to be sure is, how much influence Tezuka Kunimitsu has on her now? How big is too much, or too little...

Yin Yu stopped in her tracks, falling into the breeze, her black hair flew up, and she frowned slightly, she was really thinking about this question, she knew that in middle school, high school, and university, there were clubs, sports, life, society, news, just, What is she going to do?

"Is there any club that is easier, less troublesome, with fewer people, and shorter time?" After thinking for a long time, she finally gave her answer, but this answer made Sayedou almost choke on her saliva again

"Otoyu, are you sure there is such a society in this world?" Saya said helplessly, and was indeed defeated by this sister again

"No?" She nodded, "Forget it, I won't participate"

Saya blinked a few times, digesting her sudden change, why didn't you mention the tennis club Otowa, do you really want to forget?Forget everything about Guoguang and start over?It all changed so quickly, making him feel light and heavy. Is there anything so easy in this world?If you say you don't care, you don't care, if you say you want to forget, you will forget it the next day, he doesn't believe it, but Otowa's situation is indeed the same now. However, Otowa like this is really happier than before, although she sometimes still I will see some memories from those eyes, but they have slowly faded. One day, she will really forget

Yin Yu looked at Sayato's absent-mindedness, and tasted some bitterness at the corner of her mouth. When she was sad, she rubbed her somewhat soft hair with one hand. When she looked up, Sayato's incomparably handsome face fell into her eyes, as gentle as ever

She smiled, and her mood began to gradually improve. The two walked to the front together. There were a lot of people gathered in front, and the sound of cheering could be vaguely heard.

On a row of playgrounds covered by nets, there is a net in the middle, and people are playing balls on both sides. The yellow and round ones are tennis balls.

Her eyes kept sweeping towards the tennis court, and there were some bright spots in her curious eyes, which made her little face a little softer.

"Hello senior!" Another person greeted, but unconsciously glanced at Yin Yu, thinking, who is this girl who is following senior?Looking at the school uniform, it should be in the second grade. Why have I never seen it before? Besides, the senior always only loves his younger sister. Didn't he hear that he has a girlfriend?Why is there such a girl suddenly, is it really strange?

Otowa watched as he walked, and when he passed a field, he saw a boy wearing a turban, who was sweating profusely and sparring with another boy who was smiling too brightly

"It's him……"