[Net Wang] Tennis rackets also chase male gods

【13】

Because of Yukimura Seiichi's departure, Yanagi Renji became busy.

As Liu Lianer's accompanying item, Xiyuansi Youye couldn't do without paying attention to him, so she simply compiled a "Liu Lianer's Busyness (Dialogue Version)" for him.

scene one:

Akaya Kirihara: Senior Liu!Do you want to feel the progress of the future No. [-] tennis player?

Liu Lianer: I am writing the activity record of the tennis club.

Akaya Kirihara: Senior Liu!Do you dare to feel the progress of the future No. [-] tennis player!

Liu Lianer: I am managing the tennis team.

Kirihara Chiya: What!Vice Minister Sanada—let's fight!

Genichiro Sanada: ...

Akaya Kirihara: Aww, deputy director, please be merciful!

Saizonoji Yuba said, Takeshi has Sanada Fumiyagi, and Yukimura no longer has to worry about the operation of the tennis club!

In addition, Kirihara Chi also has full points of abuse skills, must praise!

Besides Kirihara Akaya, there is another one who wants to poke Liu Lianji from time to time.

So, scene two——

Marui Bunta: Willow~ Do you want to eat cake?Jack bought mine Oh!

Liu: I'm doing a paperwork report for the student union.

Marui Bunta: Willow~ Do you want to eat barbecue?Jack said he would treat you

Liu Lianer: I'm taking minutes of the student council meeting.

Jackal Kuwahara: Bunta...

Marui Bunta: What's the matter Jack?I'm going to invite Kirihara!

Xiyuan Temple Yuba said: Eating so many cakes to evolve into a ball!Liu Lianer definitely has no danger of sharing barbecue with you!

Actually... God please eat cake and barbecue, I want to try it too┭┮﹏┭┮

Liu Lian'er's busy schedule is not as simple as the dialogue page. Apart from the affairs of the tennis club and the student union, Liu Lian'er often visits the school library, refreshes the library's borrowing records, and writes down a lot of things in his notebook. Several pages full of information about neuritis.

At night, Liu Lian'er's sleep time was also shortened a lot.He used to go to bed before eleven o'clock, but now it was already one o'clock the next day, and he was still turning on the desk lamp and doing the positive selection plan on the desk.

The pomelo leaves of Xiyuan Temple were put in a tennis bag and hung on the wall. She couldn't see Liu Lian'er's straight back, nor could she see Liu Lian'er's tightly knit brows. All she could hear was the ticking of the clock and Liu Lian'er. The sound of Lian Er's strokes on the paper.

Soon, the second voice disappeared into the dark night.

However, Xiyuanji Yuye didn't hear Liu Lian'er washing up and going to bed.

Liu Lian fell asleep on the table.

The minute hand of the clock had moved around a few times, and a burst of white light suddenly lit up, and Xiyuanji Yuye crawled out of the tennis bag.

——That scene has a visual sense of the midnight bell, but if Yuba Xiyuanji hadn’t opened the zipper during the transformation, and the tennis bag was burst, I’m afraid the ghost story would have become a joke.

Xiyuanji Yuye patted the non-existent dust on his body, trying to hide his nervousness with this movement.Suddenly there was a gust of night wind, Xiyuansi Youye woke up in his heart, walked over to Liu Lianer's desk, and gently closed the half-open window.

The window hadn't been lubricated for a long time, and although Xiyuanji Yuba was careful, she still pulled the window and made a screeching sound.

Xiyuansi Youye’s heart was pounding, and she froze in place for more than ten seconds before turning her head to look at Liu Lianer——

Liu Lianer's breathing was steady and she was sleeping soundly.

"It's really scary," Xiyuansi Yuye muttered, took out a thick coat from the closet and put it on Liu Lian'er, and said deceivingly: "Mother Liu made this."

In the next room, Mama Liu, who was asleep, said, "Ah Choo!"

When Xiyuan Temple Yuye leaned over to put clothes on Liu Lian Er, she saw the notebook Liu Lian Er was holding down, which analyzed the weaknesses of several Zhengxuan.

Is one person's observation enough for this kind of information?

Xiyuanji Youye's gaze moved, and he saw the line written by Jackal Kuwahara. There were only two sentences roughly written on it, declaring the master's temporary lack of clues with a big ink dot.Xiyuansi Youye hesitated for a moment, leaned over to add a few words in an awkward posture, and said deceivingly: "You wrote this yourself!"

At first glance, those words resembled Liu Lian'er's handwriting.

Xiyuanji pomelo leaf is good at imitating, such imitating handwriting is completely trivial!

When she was young, she knew that she had such a tasteless specialty.

It was also when she was young that she knew that she could imitate handwriting, but she could not imitate thoughts, character and IQ.

In Xiyuan Temple Yuye's gray memory, there was a time: Yan Ye fell asleep without completing the homework assigned by the teacher, and her father carried her to the bed. Xiao Youye asked her father: What should I do with Yan Ye's homework?Dad said the teacher would understand.

But Xiaoyouye didn't understand: would the mandarin teacher who was so fierce to her really understand Yan Ye's weakness?

After turning off the lights in Mom and Dad's room, Xiyuanji Yuye got up and finished the homework for Yan Ye seriously.

The next day, she was called to the staff room, and the teacher already knew that Yan Ye's homework was ghostwritten by her.No matter how similar the handwriting she imitated, Yan Ye would not write typos like her!The teacher said mercilessly, and the parents were also disappointed.

Obviously...she just wants to be a good sister.

Unfortunately, IQ is not enough ╮(╯_╰)╭

This time, I hope it is not doing bad things with good intentions.

The nib of Xiyuanji Yuye’s pen was still on the paper, and a small black ball was blurred by the pen water.

Liu Lian Er suddenly moved, and her cheek brushed against the back of her hand.

Warm, the body temperature of Liu Lian Er.

Xiyuan Temple Yuye's cheeks were burning red, she turned off the desk lamp with a "pop", and used the darkness to hide her blushing: "I hope you have a good dream, Liu."

Liu Lian'er was having a good dream, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The next day, Liu Lian'er woke up early as usual.

Lying on the table all night, Liu Lian'er was sore all over, and couldn't help stretching her arms and leaning back.

"Snap" the coat draped over his shoulders fell off.

Liu Lian'er picked it up and looked up again. The window was closed, leaving only a little gap for ventilation, the lamp on the table was also turned off, and...

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar handwriting on the notebook, Liu Lianer frowned.

From Xiyuan Temple Yuye's perspective, she could only see Liu Lian'er's back. She missed the subtle changes in his expression, and was still worried about not being able to return to her tennis bag.

For example: a person is packed in a box, and if there is a gap left for him, he will always have a way to open the box from the inside; similarly, even if there is only a gap in a box, a person will never be able to seal it from the outside Box!

Although, it’s not scientific at all like putting people into boxes _(:з」∠)_

——It is even more unscientific for her to try her best to put herself back into the tennis bag when she becomes a tennis racket from a living person!

Whoops, far away.

Anyway, Liu Lian Er didn't notice this detail, and Xiyuan Temple Yuye expressed no pressure.

When Liu Lian Er put her into the tennis bag and carried her to school as usual, she began to look forward to a new day~

Talking nonsense with the tennis rackets in the social office, the class time passed by in a flash.

Even the clever Liu Lianer would never have thought that her tennis racket could turn into a human.

——This is the reliance of Xiyuanji pomelo leaves.

But in fact, Xiyuanji Yuye knew that this was not the whole reason for her reckless behavior.

Maybe, she was looking forward to it.

Looking forward to, Liu Lian Er can find something.

Even if she knew that it was an adventure...if it was Liu Lian'er, she thought it was okay.

What to do, a little excited!

During department activities, Liu Renji challenged Akaya Kirihara.

No, not just Kirihara Chi.

In the future there will be Yagyu Hiroshi, Nioh Masaharu, Jackal Kuwahara and Marui Bunta.

And... Genichiro Sanada.

Liu Lianer thinks: The tennis skills of the regular candidates of Lihai University Tennis Club are improving every minute.

Therefore, his information also needs to be followed up.

And the way to get the most intuitive information is without a doubt—play a game!

Liu Renji and Kirihara Chi were also standing on the tennis court, and the wind lifted the corner of his sweatshirt.

From the moment he heard the referee say, his brain began to work continuously.

One round, two rounds, three rounds, Liu Lian'er's lips kept moving.

"Speed ​​up by 0.75%, strength increased by 1.50%, Kirihara Akaya, let me see your growth!"

In the fifth round of the fourth round, Chirihara Chi was also pushed into a hurry, and his blue eyes gradually turned bloody.

Liu Lian'er still analyzed calmly: "Anxiety has increased by 60%, sanity has decreased by 45%, and speed and strength have increased significantly. Out of control, Chiya Kirihara—let me see how far you can do it."

Xiyuan Temple Youye vaguely felt the eagerness in Liu Lian'er's words - Liu was not as calm as he acted, and Kirihara Chi had already ignited his blood!

However, it stopped abruptly.

Stopped in a cry and pain in the forehead.

Liu Lian'er clutched his forehead, blood flowed from his fingers - he was hit by the tennis racket that Kirihara Chiya dropped.

Kirihara Chiya stood on the other side of the tennis court, sticking out his scarlet tongue: "Stain you red with blood!"

"Your sister!" Chi Feng fell to the ground and spat viciously, "You even stained your tennis racket red!"

Chifeng still had the same thick lines, but Xiyuansi Yuye couldn't laugh.

Liu Lian'er is injured, Liu Lian'er is injured!

She wanted to bandage him, but couldn't.

Jackal Kuwahara ran over from the auditorium and reached out to help Liu Lian'er, but Liu Lian'er refused.

A subtle feeling rose in Xiyuanji Yuye's heart, and she slowly approached Kirihara Akaya following Liu Renji's pace.Kirihara Chiya was still covered in blood red, he raised his head proudly, like a victorious rooster, showing off his victory like a loser: "Liu Lian Er, are you in pain?"

"Ah." Liu Lian'er gave a vague answer, Jackal Kuwahara and Marui Bunta ran over from the auditorium, and stretched out their hands to help Liu Lian'er up, but Liu Lian'er refused their help.

A subtle feeling rose in Xiyuanji Youye's heart. Following Liu Lian'er's swaying movements, she approached Kirihara Chiya. Kirihara Chiya was still sunk in blood red, and he raised his head , proudly asked: "Liu Lian Er, are you in pain?"

"Ah," Liu Lian Er gave a vague answer.

Qieyuan Chi also had no time to be complacent, and was kicked on his knee by Liu Lian's Eryi racket. He hugged his knee and screamed, and the red mist in his eyes gradually dissipated.

I only heard Liu Lianer ask: "Qieyuan Chiya, are you in pain?"

Kirihara Akaya had tears in his eyes: "...it hurts."

Liu Lianer asked again: "Are you awake from the pain?"

Kirihara Akaya said angrily, "I've always been sober!"

"If you were conscious when you hurt someone, you wouldn't be standing here."

Σ(°△°|||)︴If you say this, is Senior Liu going to silence you? !

"What our tennis club needs is not an irrational weapon." Liu Lianer pointed out sharply: "You don't seem to have this kind of awareness-to combine your out-of-control explosion with calm skills. Only in this way will you not Sacrifice yourself."

"I..." Kirihara Chi was also speechless.

Liu Lian Er didn't need him to express his opinion: "You must have this awareness, I want to see your growth!"

Kirihara Chi also stood there in a daze.

Liu Lian'er wiped her face and walked back: "The latest data of Chiya Kirihara has been collected."

Actually, you really don't have to...

With that swipe on the face, it is now a proper "face of blood"!

Even so, Xiyuanji Yuba smiled lightly——

I really feel your seriousness and dedication.

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