On when Echizen will reveal his vest

Atobe Keigo saw the tiredness on the boy's face, so he didn't bother to inform the group of people about the homecoming banquet, so he packed them up and sent them back to the monastery.

"Are you going to come back for a few days? I remember the US Open will be held at the end of August, right?"

Keigo Atobe leaned his hand on the car window, looked at the person in the rearview mirror, and smiled lowly, "Now the whole of Japan is waiting for you to win the US Open."

After all, the development of tennis in Japan has declined in the past few years, and such a dark horse suddenly appeared, which naturally attracted attention. Even the shareholders in the company even asked whether the betting on Echizen Ryoma would win in private chats.

The influence is really unexpected, and it is reasonable.

"Wait... After I finish investigating my identity, I'll go see you guys by the way." Ryoma looked up at Keigo Atobe.

"Look at old friends."

Unexpectedly, the kid Echizen Ryoma has been away for five years and has never returned, he is really cruel.

"Little devil, have you ever been in a relationship in America?" Keigo Atobe asked curiously.

What does it feel like to fall in love with someone who has eyes full of tennis balls, or is it impossible for such a thing to happen.

"Senior Atobe, I found that you really look like an old lady when you grow up." Ryoma curled his lips and complained, why didn't he find out that Keigo Atobe was so gossip before.

"I care about you, okay?"

Atobe Jingwu rolled his eyes towards the sky, and waved his hand directly, "I knew it was not, well, there is no need to explain."

"I don't need it." Longma glanced at the receding scenery outside the car window.

The monastery in my youth,

Arrived.

The car stopped, Keigo Atobe handed Ryoma's small suitcase to him, put one hand on the side of the trunk, and leaned there leisurely, "You are back, everyone wants to catch up with you, when you have time I'll call and have a dinner."

"understood."

Ryoma took Keigo Atobe's suitcase and looked up at the emperor, but Keigo Atobe snatched the words before he could speak.

"Don't talk about my mother, I just care about you."

Keigo Atobe interrupted Ryoma's unopened mouth with one hand.

Ryoma sighed helplessly, "I just want to say, thank you, senior."

"That's about the same." Keigo Atobe muttered, "Do you still need me to help you?"

"No, thank you senior."

Longma Chongjibu Jingwu waved his hand and walked to the depths of the temple.

Looking at the taller and taller Ryoma, even the 20-year-old Keigo Atobe couldn't help feeling that time flies so fast.

It was only 1.5 meters back then, but it has grown so tall.

The temple was originally taken care of by Ryoma's cousin Echizen Nanako after they went to the United States, but Echizen Nanako met a man who treated her very well, that is, her current husband.

Soon Echizen Nanako got married and left the temple.Ryoma didn't bring Karubin with him because he had a lot of things to do when he came back.

At present, he is alone in the entire huge monastery.

But fortunately, Ryoma asked someone to clean up the monastery before he came back, otherwise it would be a big project for him to clean up.

Putting the suitcase down by the table, Ryoma sank himself deep into the sofa.

It's the smell of sunshine.

Only when he is quiet can Ryoma think about things that bother him other than simple tennis.

Although he doubted the identities of Wynyard and Gin, it was not a chance.

Because Ryoma was going to leave Japan for a long time, there was a secret agreement between Munakata Reiji and him back then, that is to take care of the clan members of the Colorless King.

Not surveillance, not care.

Just babysit.

Freedom in an absolute sense.

But it is also not free in the absolute sense.

When Ryoma passed on the power to these three people, he had already prepared for the possibility that they might use the power to harm innocent people.

"If you found out, what would you do, Colorless King?" Munakata Reiji sent him a text message on Ryoma's registration.

"Order." Ryoma only replied two words.

Obviously Munakata Reiji was very satisfied with the result, and even said: This is the reason why the two of us can cooperate.

But in fact, he still hasn't said a word, he will abide by the order and rules, and under this, protect his clan members.

No king can forget the declaration he made to the clan members.

Of course he will investigate this matter himself, but he still needs the help of some people.

Ryoma thought of the group of people far away in Yokohama, and suddenly raised his head.

If he remembered correctly, his teacher Nakahara Chuya and Gin used to work together, and he also had a friend who was a detective.

Thinking of these and his life like an ascetic monk without contact with others for almost five years, it was rare for Ryoma to think about it from the perspective of others, and it was the first time he was troubled by the identity of this tennis player.

News all over Japan reported that Echizen Ryoma had returned home.

Where else can he hide.

"I went to Yokohama."

Keigo Atobe, who returned to the company to handle affairs, raised his eyebrows when he saw the news on the phone screen, but he was not surprised.

"Go ahead and come back and tell me."

He is not the only one who remembers the hateful thing of going to another country without any news for five years.

Thinking of Ryoma's teacher at the banquet that year - Chuya Nakahara of the Yokohama Mafia, Keigo Atobe could only pray for Ryoma in his heart.

Good luck to you, after all, there are many people in Tokyo who want to settle accounts with you after you come back.

So the well-known tennis player Echizen Ryoma, who had not been in Tokyo for a day, boarded the train to Yokohama with his unopened luggage at night.

Ryoma looked at himself in the mirror of the opposite tram. The boy was wearing a baseball cap and a mask. Although his exposed skin was fair and thin, it was also full of strength.

Because it was night, a wave of people returning home from get off work had already left, leaving only a few people sitting on the tram.

Ryoma held the mobile phone in his hand, and his slender fingers slid back and forth among the several phone numbers, but none of them was broadcast.

He just sighed and leaned his head back on the seat. The older he got, the more he wanted to avoid problems or be too lazy to think.

By the time Ryoma got off the car, Yokohama was completely shrouded in darkness.

Five years have passed, but the pattern of Yokohama has not changed, and it still revolves around the rules of Mr. Natsume Soseki.

I really miss everyone.

After thinking about the address in his memory, Ryoma set off directly to the destination with his luggage.

【Today is still boring. 】

Edogawa Luanbu carried the snacks and snacks he bought, looked at the dark place where he lived, and sighed "frustrated", "It's so boring."

Thinking of the fact that it has been five years since he left and the reports about that person have been overwhelming recently, Edogawa clutched the shopping bag in his hands in a panic, "Liar."

As if in response to the title that Edogawa Ranpo said, all the sensor lights on the third floor lit up in an instant.

"What a liar."

Repeating what he said just now, Edogawa Ranpo's tone became lighter, he quickened his pace, and finally ran into the apartment.

"Is it a surprise for Lord Ranpo?"

Edogawa was clutching the shopping bag in disorder, with some surprise in his eyes, anticipation, but also great joy in the end, looking at the boy sitting on the suitcase who was tossing a tennis ball boredly.

The sound of tennis balls falling to the ground was extremely dull in the empty corridor.

"Ranbu...sir, I'm back."

Ryoma got up and looked at Edogawa Ranpo with a slight smile on his face.

It was the joy of reunion after a long absence.

What greeted us was the shopping bags dropped on the ground and the long-awaited hugs.