Wang Wangzhi, Minister Xiaojing, please stand at attention

The seasons in London and Japan are different due to the location of the hemisphere. In Japan, July is still early summer, but in London, it is the end of summer and early autumn in a blink of an eye. The heat in the air is much less hot, but ice cream is still very popular.

Mijin Irie looked at the figure running stubbornly in the stadium. Even strangers who had never met before would feel pity when they saw the figure of the boy running desperately and falling down. people.

"Hahaha, I've already seen through your game, you're just a brat, and you're so arrogant!" The light brown-haired boy put his tennis racket on his shoulder, and the two boys behind him continued to echo.

Then another serve hit the blond boy directly in the knee, and he was slandered again, lying on his back on the court.

"Kego Atobe!" Irie Mijin dropped more than half of the remaining ice cream to let it melt slowly under the shade of the parasol, she grabbed the diamond-shaped barbed wire and roared.

Atobe Keigo opened his eyes and lay on the tennis court. The glare of the sun made him squint for a while, but he stubbornly opened his eyes and looked directly at the sun with good eyesight, as if he wanted to be comparable to the sun. Eyes like the sun.

Because it is called the eye of the sky.

"Cut, it's boring." The three light-brown boys curled their lips and looked at the 6-4 record layout next to it. It was obvious that he had won, so they walked away with carefree steps.

The match between Kurokawa Yu and Setohama was still going on as if no one was around, but he paused when he heard Irie Minishi's shout, and then saw Irie Minishi running into the court to help the blond boy in the next court.

"Xiao Binhama, who is that boy?" Hei Chuanyu walked to the net, stroked the broken hair on the back of his head, and looked at Setohama with puzzled eyes.

"It looks like he should be Xiaosha's friend." Setohama looked at Irie Minishiki, but didn't go forward, "Also, I warn you, don't call me Xiaohama again."

"Well, don't worry, don't worry, since they are friends, let's continue our game, Xiaohama." After speaking, Kurokawa Yu looked at Setohama with a smile, and saw Setohama's dark expression Immediately feel better.

In a blink of an eye, there was a smell of gunpowder between Setohama and Kurokawa Yu, and the two pairs of beautiful eyes were transmitting electric waves to each other.

On the court next door, Irie Mijin helped Atobe Keigo to sit him on the ground, "Atobe-kun..." She opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say, the mouth was still Irie Shinichiro and Irie Wakachu An honorific command to remember.

"It's you, Rose." The boy glanced at Weijin, "A special trip to see this young master's joke?" No matter how mature Atobe Keigo is compared to his peers because of the surname Atobe, after receiving elite education since childhood, in the final analysis He is still a seven-year-old child, although he has always controlled his emotions very well, but now he is humiliated, so he naturally easily vents his anger on Irie Mijin.

"Nani?" Irie Mijin was stunned when he heard a joke from Atobe Keigo, and didn't think about what he called himself just now.

Atobe Keigo looked at her stunned expression, and a proud smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, "After all, he is just a child." In Irie Mijin's eyes, that kind of expression was like an old man looking at her.

When they grew up a few years later, Keigo Atobe's self-proclaiming really evolved from 'Master Ben' to 'Master Ben'.

This is what makes Irie Mijin the most helpless.

"How old are you?" Irie Mijin nodded his head, but the force was very light, even she who didn't know the severity could see Atobe Keigo's body was scratched.

Keigo Atobe is one year older than her, but there is not much difference in height. Even Mijin Irie is one or two centimeters taller than him, just because Keigo Atobe wears sneakers while she wears canvas shoes It doesn't show it, but now Keigo Atobe is sitting, and Mijin Irie is kneeling on the ground.

"It's really not gorgeous." Atobe Keigo said lightly, dissatisfied with her not gorgeous movements, glared at her and stood up, moving his still sore right knee, but Irie Mijin didn't see anything wrong , it should be said that Keigo Atobe hid it too well.

"Eh?" Mijin Irie saw that Jingwu, the tracebu, walked in the direction of the ice cream truck without looking back, and immediately stood up and followed, "Wait for me."

The match between Kurokawa Yu and Setohama is still going on in the next-door court.