Untitled Conan II

The words of the reporter and Kebin, who has never been at odds since he was a child and has two generations of grievances, are simply ignored.

I was caught and asked a lot of meaningless questions, especially when the other party spontaneously defined him as "National No. 1". As a matter of etiquette, he didn't interrupt the other party and didn't leave directly. On the surface, his indifferent and perfunctory attitude was no different from his usual flirtatious personality. However, Mr. Mayaz, who had seen too many different characters, knew Ryoma very well. Kebin noticed this, so one explained for him and offered to send him back, while the other immediately stopped the reporter who wanted to say something, and cooperated very tacitly.

"By the way, Ryoma, I have some good news for you." Driving the car, Mr. Majaz glanced at the listless young boy in the back seat through the interior mirror, and said.

Responding lightly, the boy's performance was obviously not interested in the so-called good news.

He was obviously used to his character, and Mr. Majazi didn't care about his indifference, and continued, "A young lady called me just now, saying that she watched your game and was very interested in you. Chat with you and see if we can reach a partnership."

The boy propped his chin with one hand and looked out of the window all the time, wondering if he really heard those words just now.

"Ryoma, I think you should also know that skills alone are not enough to enter the world stage as a professional player," Mr. Majaz subconsciously looked at the young boy's absent-minded expression in the endoscope Sighing, he said earnestly, "The other party is the imperial chaebol, one of the three major consortiums in Japan, Ryoma. As a newcomer who has just emerged, your luck is really good. So, even if you don't want to, you can't miss this opportunity." opportunity!"

"...Mmm." He replied faintly, no emotion could be seen on the young man's indifferent face.

"Here," took out a neatly folded note from the pocket of his suit, and Mr. Majaz handed it to the young man in the back seat, "This is the meeting time and date set by Miss Ito. place, she said she would wait for you there."

The amber eyes stared at the small piece of paper for a long time before the young man reached out to take it, opened the piece of paper, glanced casually, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

In fact, Ryoma really felt nothing about passing the qualifiers. When others kept saying "congratulations" or compliments to him, he might still feel a little disapproving.The proud little prince never felt that there was anything worthy of admiration, because his goal was very clear, and this was just the beginning.What's more, although he has always been proud and stubborn, he is very clear that he still has a long way to go, and there are many people who are better than him.

...What is the national No. 1, there are still people he has not won, and there are still people who will be defeated no matter what.Before that old man—

As for that young lady, with his personality, he naturally has no interest at all, and has basically forgotten the other party's last name. Originally, he would not deliberately remember people who didn't care.Even so, it's not that he doesn't understand Mr. Majaz's words. After all, his father was also a legendary professional tennis player who completed four grand slams in the past. Even if he is impatient about those realistic things, sometimes he has to face them. Yes.

Therefore, at the appointed time, the dragging cat prince arrived at the appointed place carrying the tennis bag that never left his body.

He looked up at the big yellow "M" mark, pulled his hat, pushed the door and walked in.

He glanced around casually, but couldn't find anyone who matched him.He went straight to the ordering counter, ignoring other people's eyes, and announced the names of a bunch of food.

"Three burgers, two large french fries, two large Cokes, two pineapple pies...well, that's all for now."

Holding the food on the plate that didn't match his figure, he picked a corner, and Ryoma ate on his own, completely forgetting about the appointment with someone.

A cup of hot milk was suddenly placed on the table in front of him, and then a white figure sat down opposite him in his sight.

A faint smell of lavender, very familiar.

Holding a half-eaten hamburger in one hand while sucking Coke through a straw, the boy looked up subconsciously, and immediately choked on the Coke, coughing violently.

The person on the opposite side thoughtfully handed over some tissues. The fingers holding the tissues were slender and beautiful, but the skin was too white.

Unceremoniously pulling off the tissue, the boy covered his mouth and coughed a few more times, finally calmed down, and then raised his head and stared coldly at the person opposite.

And the black-haired girl sitting opposite was staring at him with a smile on her chin, with a calm expression no matter how you looked at it.

"Well~" She looked very happy with her eyebrows bent, she tilted her head slightly, two faint dimples were looming on her cheeks, "Even if it's been a long time, Ryoma doesn't have to be so excited!"

Even though the hair and eyes are the wrong color, he is still very sure that the person in front of him is his deskmate who disappeared for two months, especially the smile on the other side is exactly the same as that of Senior Fuji. He has seen it many times in the past, although From the current point of view, several seniors and those first graders all classify that kind of smile as gentle, and when describing and evaluating her, they mostly use adjectives such as "gentle, well-behaved, kind, and simple". But sure enough, he can only say that those people are still まだまだだね!

"...Are you alright?" He frowned slightly and looked at the person opposite, he lowered his head and took another bite of the burger as if nothing had happened, his tone was extremely flat.

"...Well, it's okay...it should be." Picking up the milk and taking a sip, the person opposite still smiled.

"..." Glancing at her, he didn't speak any more, and continued to deal with the rest of the food on his own.

The scene was quiet for a while, but there was no embarrassment.The two are not the kind of people who talk a lot, one is because of their personality, and the other is a habit that they have been forced to develop in the past 7 years.So it's fun too.

After a long while, the boy finally settled all the food on the table. He got up, picked up the tennis bag beside the chair, and looked sideways at the girl who was still holding a half glass of milk.

"Since it's all right," he looked at her after a pause, and the excitement and fighting spirit she was familiar with ignited in his amber eyes, "Compete with me, using your real level."

"...Huh?" She was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously pointed at herself and asked, "With me?"

After receiving a contemptuous look from the other party, she blinked her eyes, with a bit of difficulty on her face: "Although I really want to agree, but..." As she spoke, she raised her left hand, which she hadn't moved much since just now. , and then reached out and pulled down the sleeve at the left wrist, revealing the white gauze inside.

Dazed for a moment, the boy frowned, and then remembered something, "Are you left-handed?"

"...No." She shook her head, pulled up her sleeves again, and smiled at him, "But you said that at a real level, my left and right hands play differently. If it's just my right hand, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

"...Cut." With a cold snort that seemed dissatisfied, the little prince tugged and put down the tennis bag again and sat back on his seat.

Although there was still that uncomfortable expression on his face, Echizen Ryoma still knew some things.

Even as a tennis player, you will attach great importance to your hands. Although you often get injured due to over-practice or accidents during competitions, in general, most of the wounds on the wrist are sprains or contusions.

However, the left wrist of the person opposite was obviously cut by some sharp weapon, even through the gauze, there was still a faint red color showing, if it wasn't for the smile on the other person's face as usual and his understanding of her character at this moment, such a wound , It's too much like what's left after suicide by cutting your wrists.

Since she also plays tennis, and it is said that she likes to play the piano and the violin, she must be very careful about protecting her hands. How could she be so careless to hurt such places?

"Ah, that's right!" She suddenly said, looking at the corners of his lips, she smiled, "I forgot, I haven't congratulated you yet, you passed the preliminaries."

"...ah, it's nothing." The boy responded lightly, and the boy's reaction seemed extremely indifferent.

The man on the opposite side suddenly stopped talking, just smiling and holding his cheek with one hand, staring straight at him with a pair of eyes that now look black.

"...Why?" After being stared at a little nervously, the boy stared back.

"No, it's nothing." Still smiling, she shook her head, and then changed the subject, "I saw the last Japan-US friendly match. Everyone has improved a lot!"

The boy glanced at her lightly, but didn't speak.But his expression clearly said:

--nonsense!

……

"...Hey, Ryoma," after a moment of silence, the person on the opposite side lowered his head and took a sip of the no longer steaming milk, lowered his gaze, and asked slowly, "Will you regret it? I didn't get to participate with everyone. National competition?"

"..." Frowning, the boy didn't answer, but looked at the opposite person with complicated eyes.

"I have worked so hard, made a promise with my companions, and made a promise to myself in my heart." Her voice was very soft and seemed a little erratic, and she couldn't hear the emotion faintly. Yes, as long as you take a step, you can achieve it, but you stop forever