On when Echizen will reveal his vest

"Senior A Tao?"

Ryoma, who was brushing his hair, heard Takeshi Momoshiro's voice holding the door frame and looking at the athletic boy outside.

"Hi, Echizen."

Takeshi Momoshiro said hello and walked in, not forgetting to bow to Ryoma's parents, "Excuse me."

"It's okay, I haven't seen you guys for a long time."

Rinko Takeuchi smiled softly, "Then you talk, Auntie won't bother you." Then he left, but he still didn't forget to take a look at Echizen Minamijiro.

Although Echizen Nanjiro was reluctant, he also sighed and got up and walked into the house.

It's time to leave after all, so give my son some space to say goodbye to his friends.

Although I feel that my aunt and uncle are not the same as usual, but I can't tell what it feels like, and the nervous Takeshi Momoshiro scratched his head.

"What's the matter, Senior Atao?" Ryoma wiped his hair carelessly, and put the towel on his shoulders.

"Oh, right."

Takeshi Momoshiro recalled his purpose of coming to the former home, "You have received the invitation letter from the U17 tennis training camp in Japan, right?"

After finishing speaking, he shook his head again, walked up to the two brothers and patted Ryoma on the shoulder, blinked his eyes, "I have received it, and you must have it too. How are you, are you ready?"

Thinking that Qingxue and his group could meet again at the U17 training camp, and they might meet new opponents, Takeshi Momoshiro was even more excited, "We will be able to play tennis together again then."

But the young man didn't reply him a word, Momoshiro Takeshi glanced at Ryoma, rubbed his chin, "Why don't you speak, Echizen? Could it be that you are afraid of a new opponent?"

I don't know how to say it so that I don't look cruel, Ryoma frowned, and finally said his reply directly, "I'm sorry, A Tao-senpai, I won't go."

Sorry, I can't go on with you.

The smile on Takeshi Momoshiro's face visibly froze for a moment, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he looked at Ryoma in disbelief, "No way, why not participate, this is a good opportunity to be selected to the Japanese team."

"I'm sorry, I'm going back to the United States." Ryoma raised his head and looked at Takeshi Momoshiro firmly.

Although he knew this was unacceptable, there was no way.

"Originally, I wanted to go to the United States after the national competition, but because of some delays, it has been delayed until now."

Ryoma explained dryly, keeping his eyes on Takeshi Momoshiro's expression.

What kind of choking answer is completely useless in this situation, but there will be a kind of absurd sentimentality.

Echizen participated in the U.S. Open before the national competition, and came back from the United States specifically to participate in the national competition.

And as the senior who is most in tune with Echizen (Takeshi Momoshiro named himself), Takeshi Momoshiro naturally knows how much his juniors love tennis.

If he didn't really have something to go back to the United States, he wouldn't give up this opportunity.

He could only tell himself that in his heart.

It was rare for the first time that Takeshi Momoshiro, who thought so much, would no longer imprison the boy's progress because of friendship like last time.

This time, I will only choose to let go.

"Go." Takeshi Momoshiro stretched his brows and patted Ryoma's shoulder.

It was Ryoma who looked at Takeshi Momoshiro suspiciously this time.

Isn't it, is it still the senior A Tao who didn't let him go before him?

"What's wrong?!"

Seeing Ryoma looking at him questioningly, Momoshiro Takeshi couldn't help but hammer the boy's chest, and Ryoma coughed in shock.

"Senior A Tao actually agreed this time?" Ryoma smiled and said jokingly.

Thinking of the childish behavior last time, Takeshi Momoshiro blushed strangely, and scratched his head in embarrassment, "Oh, I didn't think so much before."

Talking about the fact that they will enter the training camp on Monday or be under closed management, and Ryoma will also return to the United States, I don't know when we can meet again.

So he suggested: "You haven't notified the other seniors yet, let's go and tell them about this, and it happens to be a farewell party for you!"

"Huh? No need."

Ryoma shook his head subconsciously, forget about this kind of lyrical occasion.

"No! It is very necessary!"

Momoshiro Takeshi shook his head resolutely, sat on the sofa with Ryoma's shoulders pressed, sat down himself, and called the people in the Qingxue Tennis Club one by one.

Ryoma could only support his face with one hand, boredly watching Senior A Tao call one by one.

After a few minutes.

"It's finally over."

Takeshi Momoshiro stretched his waist, looked at Ryoma who was helplessly looking at him, "Everyone said that it is better to hit the sun than choose the day, so I will hold a farewell ceremony for you tonight. Really, it's fortunate that I came to you today, otherwise when the time comes None of us knew you were leaving."

That's right, Ryoma hates this kind of lyrical occasion the most.

This time, he didn't plan to say anything in advance, but he was just going to tell Minister Tezuka that's all.

Who would have thought that senior A Tao would come to him today, and the appearance of crying on the tennis court when he went to the United States last time may be remembered by the seniors for a long time, let's forget it this time.

Seeing Echizen's appearance that he really got what he said, Takeshi Momoshiro patted Ryoma's head "angrily", "Really, senior still won't let you go?!"

"It hurts, Senior A Tao." Ryoma said while covering his head.

Takeshi Momoshiro snorted, "I don't care about you, it's fine anyway, do you want to play tennis together? Let me see if you have made any progress this summer vacation."

"of course can."

He was willing to do this, Longma immediately put on his tennis bag and shouted into the room, "Mom, I'm going out."

"Remember to come back." Rinko Takeuchi's voice came out.

What is "remember to come back"? I don't know how to go home because I am not playing tennis.

The puzzled boy had forgotten that he used to go home in the early hours of the morning, and the excuse was to play tennis.

But this time the two did not fight in the backyard of Echizen's house.

"I found a street tennis court again last time."

Echizen was carrying a tennis bag, Momoshiro Takeshi was pushing the cart, and the two walked in the direction Ryoma pointed.

"Hey, Echizen, why aren't you a road idiot?" Takeshi Momoshiro looked at Ryoma suspiciously, but he didn't forget that Echizen was a famous road idiot.

"I've been there a lot." Ryoma said vaguely.

In fact, since he became the colorless king, his road-crazy attributes and face-blindness attributes have dropped a lot.

Of course this cannot be said.

However, when Ryoma arrived at the place where he played tennis with Mr. Amuro, he found a group of unexpected guests.

"Little devil, you're here too."

Sitting in the stands, a trace of surprise flashed across his handsome face, his voice was deep and hoarse, and standing or standing beside him were people familiar to Ryoma.

"Oh, the King of Monkey Mountain." Ryoma raised his eyebrows, looked at Keigo Atobe, and responded lazily.

Atobe's face immediately collapsed, "Little devil, what are you talking about that is not perfect, it is really not gorgeous, right, Huadi?"

"WUSHI." Huachi replied as usual next to Keigo Atobe.

The rest of Bingdi also knew that his minister, who was called the "emperor", would easily break his powers when he came to Qingxue, so they were not surprised.

It's just that this title is really true. Every time I hear it, I will marvel at Echizen Ryoma's imagination and courage.

"You're not just here for sightseeing, are you? Why don't you come down and play a game?"

Ryoma pointed at the group of Bingdi with his racket, but actually invited them.

After nearly a year of competition, coupled with joint training, I am not very familiar with it, but I am half-familiar.

Takeshi Momoshiro was also very happy to see Bingdi and his group, "Shall we play tennis together?"

All the members of Ice Emperor looked at Keigo Atobe in unison.

"Ha, do you have to ask him all this?"

Long Mala said in a long voice, looking at Keigo Atobe who was smoothing his eyebrows and telling himself not to be angry, "Monkey Mountain King, what do you think?"

"If you want to play tennis, just go and see what I do."

Atobe Keigo glanced lightly at the other members of Ice Emperor, seeing that the minister was about to get angry, he hurriedly got off the stands, "Come on, let's play tennis."

"King of Monkey Mountain, come to play a game?"

Ryoma looked at Keigo Atobe who was sitting motionless in the stands.

"Hmph, if you can change this title, I'd still like it."

Atobe Keigo waved his arm, threw the coat he was wearing to Huachi, and jumped off.

"Cut." Ryoma curled his lips, looking at Keigo Atobe with fighting intent in his eyes, "Are you ready to lose to me?"

"Little devil, let's immerse ourselves in the magnificence of my uncle." Keigo Atobe entered the court with a tennis racket.

Seeing Keigo Atobe and Echizen Ryoma fighting, the others stopped moving and all looked at their minister's game.

"Have you received the invitation letter for the U17 training camp?" Takeshi Momoshiro looked at Yushi Ninzu.

"Isn't this expected?"

Shinobu Yushi adjusted his glasses, his voice was as elegant and poignant as ever, and he continued to stare at the match between the two.

"Little ghost, you made a lot of progress during the summer vacation."

Keigo Atobe hit Echizen Ryoma's ball back, and he couldn't help admiring in his heart.The kid's ball skills have improved a lot.

If you don't work hard, you really can't keep up with his pace.

"The king of Monkey Mountain is still far away."

As Ryoma said, he took a ball back and looked at Keigo Atobe arrogantly.

"Then let me show you my tennis."

Atobe Keigo habitually covered his hands in front of his eyes, "The World of Ice."

When he heard Keigo Atobe's words, Ryoma felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He said why his supernatural ability is so familiar. It turned out that it had the same name as Keigo Atobe's tennis skills.

It is true that when I heard Keigo Atobe say this, I subconsciously wanted to summon my own supernatural power.

"Hey, why are you in a daze?"

Seeing Ryoma's weird yet wanting to laugh face, Keigo Atobe frowned.

Why does he feel that what the kid thinks is dangerous to him?

"It's none of your business." Ryoma curled his lips and pressed down the brim of his hat.

From the very beginning, the two didn't want to fight seriously, so they played back and forth for a few rounds and stopped.

"Little devil, I'm waiting for you at the training camp."

Atobe Keigo took the towel from Kawaji and handed one to Ryoma.

"It's quite professional, thank you."

Ryoma took Keigo Atobe's towel.

Come to a street tennis court with your own towels, which is quite professional.

However, it disappointed King Monkey Mountain.

"I will not participate in this training camp."

Ryoma wiped his face, and calmly said something that made others dumbfounded.

"what happened?"

Atobe Keigo frowned and looked at the kid in front of him, "Is it because I'm afraid of being defeated by me, or by other people?"

Unexpectedly, Keigo Atobe said that, Ryoma shook his head dumbfounded, "Go back to America."

Atobe also knew that the boy was of Japanese American descent, but he did not expect to return to the United States so suddenly.

"Do you think Japan has no opponent for you, brat?"

Atobe Jingwu raised his eyebrows and looked at Ryoma, complaining sharply, but his heart was indescribably irritated.

"Why do you say that?"

Ryoma frowned and looked at Keigo Atobe, "Are you okay, King Monkey Mountain?"

Why do you feel so angry all of a sudden?

"Tezuka and the others agreed to let you go?" Atobe didn't reply, just changed the subject and asked again.

"We are very supportive of Ryoma going to the United States."

Momoshiro Takeshi heard Keigo Atobe say this, patted his chest and said loudly.

Keigo Atobe sneered, and looked up at Ryoma, "Little brat, you have to play hard when you go to the United States, don't lose my face."

"Huh?" Ryoma looked at Keigo Atobe with a confused face.

Wait, what does it mean to lose his face?

"Hmph." Keigo Atobe threw the towel to Huadi, and looked at his team members, "Stop fighting, you guys can play by yourself."

Seeing that Ryoma was still standing where he didn't seem to understand what he said, Keigo Atobe patted the seat next to him, "You are allowed to sit next to me today."

Not knowing what the old man was thinking, Ryoma politely handed the towel to Kawachi, sat next to Keigo Atobe, rested his face in one hand, and watched seriously the competition of the seniors below.

Seeing the seriousness of the boy, Atobe Keigo's mood improved a lot.

Kid, you are the one who beat me, Keigo Atobe, don't embarrass me.