[Net King] Please play tennis with the professional me

After returning to Japan, my daily life was not easy, because I started to learn how to cook.

In my previous life, I was very good at Chinese food, and my parents were equally busy. I often ate all the dishes I cooked by myself and praised myself for doing well.

And in this life, even though it was the first failed product and food, my parents rushed back and ate a meal, gobbling it up without image, and boasting that I was born to cook.

In this way, cooking became my new interest.

During these seven years, my father established a newspaper by himself, and my mother's novels were published in film and television.Apart from playing tennis every day, I couldn't think of what I would do in the future.

Occasionally, I will whimsically say that I should just open a dessert shop and don't think about anything.

It may be that my boring daily life made two parents who were busy with their careers aware of it, so on my 11th birthday, although I did not receive a letter from Hogwarts, I also had a cat of my own.

I call him "script".

The script is a tortoiseshell Japanese bobtail cat. In fact, it is just an ordinary Japanese cat with a mixture of black, white and yellow. It is a tabby cat that is often seen in Japan, and it is not so unusual.

Japanese bobtail cats tend to raise one of their front paws when sitting. It is said that this posture represents good luck, especially the tortoiseshell cat like the script itself is considered auspicious and auspicious, and even derived a trick later. The existence of the fortune cat.

In fact, I have my own idea for this name.But the mother who was born as a writer has her own interpretation. When she is stuck, she will follow the script. Every time the script sits and raises her front paws, she will rush to the script and put her hands together to pray. .

"The script bless mom to write it out quickly, and if mom writes it out and makes money, she will buy you canned food!"

Me: "...don't make weird wishes for the script."

In the second year after the script took root in my family, I got the news that Ryoma was about to return to China.

At that time, I was in front of Echizen Nanjiro, panting to end this game after many years of absence.

I don't know which bold senior dared to entrust the temple to Echizen Nanjiro and let him live here.I don't even know how Echizen Nanjiro did it, so he opened up a tennis court in the yard.

"Ah, I haven't seen you for so many years, Ling has grown into a beautiful girl~ You are so young, so young."

"...Uncle Nanjiro still hasn't changed. It's still the same, old rascal."

"Hey, it's too much to attack personally if you can't beat him!"

"cut."

I stayed at Echizen's house all day, and apart from playing basketball with Echizen Nanjiro, I was chatting with my cousin Nanako and Echizen Rinko.

Aunt Lunzi's skill in cooking pork chop rice with curry for so many years is still so good, I just want to cry when I eat it.

After the meal, we chatted and brought the topic to Ryoma.

In the past seven years, at the beginning, we often communicated on the phone. As we grew older, after entering elementary school, the two of us went to various competitions and trainings, and gradually lost contact.

Talking about the interesting things that happened in these years, and also talking about the past, I was very emotional for a while.

Before leaving, I left my phone number, rushed to Mae Minamijiro with some big words, and left comfortably.

Before school was about to start, with the recommendation of Echizen Nanjiro, I signed up for the under-16 group of the Kaki no Gizaka Junior Tennis Tournament.

"Let's play the game again with today's teenagers~" I could imagine the winking expression of Echizen Nanjiro on the other end of the phone, and I agreed after thinking for two seconds.

The high fever at the time and the memory coverage over the years made it difficult for me to remember the plot of the original script clearly.Until now, when Echizen Nanjiro talked about it, I suddenly remembered that this is the beginning of the story, and it is also the scene where the hero and heroine meet for the first time.

The only thing I remember clearly is that the guy missed the game because he didn't find the right place under the guidance of Lu Chi Mistress.It's nothing that deserves my attention.But as an old friend, I don't mind having a long game with him on that ready-made tennis court.

The Kaki no Gizaka Junior Tennis Tournament was purely for some low-level players, weaker than I imagined, and I almost ended it without much effort.

"6-0, Tsukimi Yamasuzu won."

Accompanied by the referee's concluding sentence, I shook the opponent's hand, and I saw the person passing outside the court at a glance.

The white peaked cap he had worn since he was a child covered most of his face, and he was still wearing the familiar red series, with his black tennis bag on his back.

Every year I receive photos from Rinko Echizen by mail, recording his daily life, and every time I pay attention to his games, no matter how far away, no matter how many people there are, I can still recognize him at a glance he.

Before he was about to leave the tennis court, I couldn't help shouting out: "Ryoma!!!"

When he followed the voice and looked at me, the corners of my mouth were already grinning to my ears, ignoring all the eyes around me, I rushed out of the tennis court.

"you are?"

I choked on his question, faced his bewildered gaze, I sighed, and smiled again, "The one who wants to beat you."

"Go, let's fight!"

At the same time as I initiated the invitation, another strange female voice sounded from behind: "Ah!"

The displeasure of being interrupted made me turn around, the girl with double twists—the heroine of the original script—Ryuzaki Sakura covered her mouth and apologized with a blushing face: "Excuse me, did I interrupt you?" You guys?"

"...It's okay." After so many years, I still feel physically uncomfortable when I see this face.I repeatedly advised myself not to take my anger out on the innocent girl, after all, she was just arranged. "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Try to discover the beauty of this future official, so that you can accept it in the future.

I took a deep breath and listened quietly to their conversation.

"That's embarrassing, so did you catch up with the game?"

"5 minutes late, disqualified."

"I'm sorry...it was my fault!"

"Aren't you and who else?"

The atmosphere suddenly became very awkward, Ryuzaki Sakura thought for a while, clapped his hands and asked: "Ah, are you thirsty, may I buy you a drink?"

In the end, when she got to the vending machine, the reckless heroine realized that she didn't bring any change.I tugged at the bag of the tennis bag, trying to break the deadlock, and said, "Let me buy you a drink."

Pressing the Fanta option button, I scooped up two bottles of grape-flavored Fanta and handed them to two people.

Ryoma pushed down the brim of his hat, but took it without any surprise, "Thank you."

Ryuzaki Sakura received it with both hands with a blushing face, and thanked me in a low voice.

"By the way, I really thank you just now, thank you for helping me in the tram."

I turned around and pressed a bottle of peach wave soda, and there was a muffled rolling sound in the vending machine. While I bent down to take it, the conversation behind me was still going on.

"help you with what?"

"Just now, if it wasn't for your help, I might have been hit by a racket."

Pressing down the sealed bead in the wave bottle soda bottle, I habitually took a small sip, the sweet and sour taste of peach blossomed on the tip of my tongue accompanied by the stimulation of carbonic acid.

"Hmm...were you on the tram just now?"

When drinking with your head up, as the body of the bottle is lifted and the soda water flows, the beads stuck in the bottle will hit the inside of the bottle and make a sound.

Swallowing the big ball of bubbling soda in my mouth, I exhaled and muttered in a low voice, "I haven't finished talking yet."

"Where are you sitting?"

"I'm sitting right across from you..."

"Well, it's nothing. It's just because those guys are too noisy, I can't help but say it."

Before Ryoma finished speaking, a soda can brushed against my feet, and the remaining juice in it splashed out and splashed onto my bare calf.

"Sorry to bother you."

If you talk badly about someone behind your back, you will be caught on the spot. The "those guys" on the tram they were talking about just came over aggressively.

But what does this have to do with me, an innocent member of the public?

I glanced at the soda can not far from my feet, looked down at the obvious water stains on my calves, and felt angry rising up.

I don't know what the group of people are talking about. With the first thought of calming down, I took out a tissue from my tennis bag and knelt down to wipe my legs.

Things like fruit juice just got stickier the more I rubbed them. I stretched my legs and felt uncomfortable all over.

"Ah!" Ryuzaki Sakurano's yell got my attention back.

I raised my head angrily, and saw that angry cannon fodder man swinging a tennis racket at Ryoma.

"Hey, I said—" After living two lifetimes, I thought I was already a mature social person in my mental age, but without thinking about it, I picked up the soda can at my feet and threw it at it.

The soda can flew over the cannon fodder man's face, he was startled and took a few steps back, and wanted to get angry when he recovered.

"Don't you know where to throw the cans?"

"It's really obvious, people who lack common sense." Ryoma who was sitting there stood up suddenly, and threw the finished can of Fanta in his hand into the trash can next to him, "Hey, have you learned how to hold the beat? "

"what?!"

"It looks like I'll teach you tennis."

Ryoma took over my taunt and dealt twice the damage of taunt provocation.

The battle was over there, and I followed two people into the stadium, only then did I know that the cannon fodder man was called Zuo Zuobu: "Za Zuobu, you have a game later, okay?"

"Just to warm up for the next game."

The group of cannon fodder laughed heartily, probably not realizing what they were about to face later.I stood beside me with my arms folded, moving my left wrist, and at the same time, the marbles in the empty bottle of wave soda in my left hand made crisp knocks.

Ryoma was sitting on the coach chair in the tennis court tidying up his shoelaces, and Ryuzaki Sakurano was sitting next to him, asking worriedly, "Hey, forget it..."

"Since we're here, wouldn't it be worthwhile to go back without playing a game?"

Hearing his words, I suddenly realized: "Wait a minute? Didn't you agree to fight me first?"

After tying up his shoelaces, Ryoma stood up and walked towards me, "Rin, help me get my clothes."

The clothes covered my head and stopped my words. I took the clothes reflexively, moved the hand holding the soda bottle away, and hugged his coat tightly with my right hand: "Hey!"

"I'll go warm up first, and I'll fight you when I get back."

"...warming up..." I really wasn't afraid to piss off Zuo Zuobu on the opposite side.

I was amused, and unconsciously shook the bottle in my hand again. The sound of marbles suddenly reminded me——Did he call me the bell just now?

The author has something to say:

Lingmei's hobby is to drink ball soda, and then shake the bottle to listen to the sound of the ball.

Suzumi in Ryoma's impression: When she was a child, she swooped on the ground with him to catch Echizen Nanjiro's serve, and she was ashamed.

Ryoma meets Suzumi again: A girl who just finished a game, wearing a sports skirt and vest, clean and fresh.

So "you are?"

It's so hard to write when we meet again, so hard to write, so hard to write.I can't control Lingmei's character anymore, and I feel like I'm starting to let myself go.