On when Echizen will reveal his vest

In the dark night, the dim street lamps shone on the ground, making shadows blurry, making it difficult to see the expressions of the people in front of them clearly.

Ryoma looked at Ranpo Edogawa who was pulling him towards the apartment with confused eyes.

Although the child is an arrogant and awkward person on the surface, but in his heart he is unexpectedly sensitive and soft.

For example, he can feel now that Mr. Ranpo is not in a good mood.

"Is Mr. Ranpo angry?"

Ryoma stopped, looked at the hem of the brown coat that finally stopped, and finally fell on the man's slightly frowning expression.

Ah, I seem to be really angry this time.

"Because of me?"

Ryoma raised his hat with his hands, exposing his entire face, looking at Ranbu with extremely sincere eyes, and pointing at himself rather innocently, even more serious than Karubin who made a mistake.

Ranbu couldn't help laughing out loud, stretched out his hand and pinched the boy's soft cheek, "What, Ryoma doesn't know why I'm angry at all."

"Is it because I didn't catch the white tiger?" After finishing speaking, Ryoma saw that Ranbu's eyes became serious, and immediately changed his words and changed his answer, "It's because I was only focused on catching the white tiger just now and got caught." Didn't you take care of yourself?"

"Tch, Ryoma is such a child, do you think you are guessing right or wrong?"

Edogawa snorted in disorder, but walked forward with a relaxed smile in his eyes.

It's really cute.

"Huh? Or is it because Mr. Ranpo just felt that you have no room to play?"

Seeing that Ranbu's mood had improved, Longma followed with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Ryoma is still far away." Edogawa Ranpo imitated the arrogant tone of the boy before, and said this sentence, which was a bit teasing.

"Mr. Luanbu is really far behind!" The genuine owner of the catchphrase hummed arrogantly.

It's really hard to guess Mr. Ranpo's mind.

Beside the light is the sparkling river water, motionless, as if it has never changed.

In the dark, Baihu stared blankly at the river, then gasped for breath, looked at the full moon, and collapsed to the ground.

"Remember to tell Mr. Dazai about that white tiger tomorrow."

Standing at the door of his house, Ryoma ordered Edogawa Ranpo, who was more like a child than himself.

His leave of tennis training camp will be canceled tomorrow, and he will start working hard again.

"Well, Ryoma don't need to take this matter to heart."

Edogawa Ranpo seemed to be an adult this time. He put his big hand on Ryoma's dark green hair, stroked it twice, and then suddenly ravaged it.

"Random steps!" Long Ma was so angry that he didn't even call out his honorary name, he directly pushed the door open and entered his apartment, and a man's relaxed and lazy smile sounded outside.

Edogawa Ranpo looked at the gate where the boy was confined, the smile in his eyes slowly disappeared.

The famous detective just suddenly felt that his reasoning did not consider others.

There was a faint sigh in the air.

The sound of leather shoes was especially clear on the quiet stairs.

"Here, is it you?" Edogawa fluttered up his little cloak and looked at the silver-haired man who appeared at the stairs.

Who else but gin.

It's the detective.

"Tsk." Qin Jiu bit the cigarette in his mouth, raised his chin, and greeted him.

"Oh, sometimes you don't have to hide everything."

Edogawa Ranpo looked at Gin's black hat with a smile, and commented briefly.

"Huh?" Qin Jiu raised his eyelids with a trace of ferocity in his eyes, but there was a trace of doubt deep in his pupils.

What do you mean?

Edogawa Ranbu glanced at 302, thinking that the brat might be behind the door, with warmth in his eyes, he entered his room humming.

Tuliu couldn't figure it out, but the next day when he wanted to make an appointment with Longma's gin, he suddenly seemed to have grasped a thread of thought.

.....................

"Going to play tennis?" Gin Jiu looked down at the boy standing in front of the door, with sleepiness in his eyes, obviously not awake yet.

Ryoma looked at the tall man in front of him, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Instead of wearing the usual black overcoat, Mr. Kurosawa changed into some sporty clothes today. He even took off the hat on his head, and tied up his long silver hair. He looked much more approachable and gentle. many.

"Going?" Gin's voice, which was the first time to send out a real opportunity to meet someone, was a little blunt and slightly impatient.

"Wait for me." Ryoma yawned, and walked into the house pulling on his slippers.

Because Yukimura-senpai adjusted the time recently, he became a shift at ten o'clock in the morning, which happened to be used for sleeping in.But since Mr. Kurosawa invited us to play tennis together, of course we must go, to see which one is better, Mr. Amuro or him.

In a few minutes, Ryoma came out of the room with a tennis racket, still wearing his same tennis cap for a century, "Let's go."

Qin Jiu nodded slightly, and strode out.

Speaking of it, I really want to thank the designer of the apartment for setting up such a large tennis court in the apartment.

Ryoma handed the tennis racket to Gin, looked into the man's calm and indifferent eyes, "Mr. Kurosawa should know the rules, right?"

"I know." The calloused hand that held the gun all the year round suddenly gripped the tennis racket, feeling a little weird in my heart.

Seeing the boy standing opposite him, looking at him sharply, Gin suddenly remembered that he had talked with Belmode on the phone before and talked about Echizen Ryoma.Although I didn't expect Belmod to praise Ryoma fiercely on the phone, it was only natural.

Young people are always filled with lingering vigor, unshakeable arrogance and never-destroyed ambition.

Such a child, if bourbon and absinthe don't like it, gin will feel that there is a problem.

With that in mind, the game has already begun.

When receiving Kurosawa's tennis ball, Ryoma's eyes flashed with surprise, Mr. Kurosawa is not bad.

There was a flash of fighting intent in the boy's eyes, and he became serious.

However, due to lack of systematic training and lack of tennis experience, the game ended with Ryoma's victory.

"Mr. Kurosawa is not bad." Ryoma raised his eyebrows and looked at Gin mischievously.

"It's okay, I haven't played for a long time."

Gin wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, lowered his head and looked at the boy with ease, and then glanced at the clear blue sky.

Such peaceful days are really few and far between.

"I didn't expect Mr. Kurosawa and Mr. Amuro to play tennis so well."

Ryoma wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, and said casually, which caught Gin's attention.

"He played tennis with you too?" Gin Jiu snorted.

"Well, I played once. But of course I won." Ryoma lifted the tennis racket and put it on his shoulders, raised his eyelids and looked at Gin, like a proud cat that had successfully eaten a fish.

"Little devil."

Gin clicked his tongue, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and held one between his slender fingers. Thinking of Belmode's suggestion, he was actually a little moved.

And it has to be said that what the detective said last night also pushed him.

"Come back to Tokyo with me this Saturday."

Gin shook the ashes and said casually, as if it was as simple as having a meal with me.But for Gin, who rarely spoke, he simply said it directly.

After all, he thinks that in the eyes of young people, he is a traditionally easy-going person, doesn't he?

In the current scene, Ryoma looked at Mr. Kurosawa who seemed to say "Let's play tennis again" with surprise flashing in his eyes.

Although he wants to go back to Tokyo, what is Mr. Kurosawa's invitation?

"What are you going to do?" Ryoma looked suspiciously at Mr. Kurosawa who had just broken through the boundary of a difficult person in his heart.

"It's because they want to have a meal with you." Qin Jiu said helplessly.

And some things are better than explaining verbally, it is better to actually move people over to let them see and break the rumors.

Today's gin is also so optimistic.

Thinking that he still has the backup key of Toru Amuro's house and his clan member Wynyard, Ryoma agreed to Gin's request smoothly and nodded.

"it is good."

I have to say that when he heard the boy agree, a strange surprise flashed in Qin Jiu's heart.

Maybe this is the joy of the decisive killer who often says that he kills the first time when he succeeds in his first request?

Instead, Ryoma glanced at his watch and found that the time for the training camp was approaching.

"Then I'll go first, Mr. Kurosawa." Ryoma put the tennis racket into the bag, said to the gin, got up and walked out.

"Go."

Gin snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, watching the boy run out with the tennis bag on his back.

Child.

…………

Ryoma and Yukimura Seiichi have been training coaches at the Yokohama Tennis Training Camp for almost two weeks, and the daily training of the students has gradually entered the right track.

After arranging the task, Seiichi Yukimura sat in the rest area, watching the teenagers swinging and leading the racket earnestly, he was relieved for a while, and finally looked a little better.

"Thank you Yukimura-senpai yesterday." Ryoma walked to Yukimura Seichi and handed him a cold drink.

"It's okay, after all, there will always be sudden things in life."

Yukimura Seichi said understandingly, thinking of the invitation letter he had already received, "Li Hai University has already received the invitation letter for U17, and it is expected to enter the training camp next week. Qingxue should have received it too .”

"The minister hasn't informed us yet." Ryoma shook his head.

The last time I wanted to go back to Tokyo to see my seniors, but Naihe was always stumped by things.

"But will Ryoma go to the training camp?" Seiichi Yukimura asked softly, looking at the young man who was actively training in the distance.

Not only this training, but also from the national competition and hearing the story of Li Hai's great military strategist Liu Renji popularizing Ryoma, Yukimura Seiichi knew that the boy would never stop for anyone, he would only go further and further.

Moreover, there is a tennis warrior standing behind him, that person will not let the boy stop, only now.

Perhaps it is a greater ambition, such as replacing the samurai to obtain the honor that he gave up that year.

"Ah." Longma's answer was no longer so sure this time, because he suddenly understood the words that the family smelly old man sent him off at the station last time.

"Young man, when you realize what I want to teach you, we should set off."

"Hey, I don't know what will happen, but I'll keep playing tennis."

Ryoma raised his eyes to Yukimura Seiichi, his eyes showed his love for tennis and his trust in his seniors.

"That's right." Yukimura Seiichi raised the corners of his mouth.

Go further, Ryoma.