fall in love with Echizen

Who would have thought that I was picking up people.

God, I'm a kid picking up people now.

I waited under the big tree with a wooden face, waiting for my boyfriend to come over.

... Can I say that I almost forgot his real appearance?

It's like online dating.

I waited and waited and started eating the chips I had brought.

Since this holiday is a school-entry holiday, I don't have much homework. I'm going to the middle school of the Youth Academy. Who knows, I saw the cracked expression in the text message that Ryoma said that I was too.

The strange thing is that Ming Ming quickly forgot what he looked like. As soon as the dark green man with a white baseball cap appeared in sight, I subconsciously knew it was him.

Also carrying a huge backpack.

I went up to greet him, and stopped hesitantly: "...Echizen Ryoma?"

He raised his head, and the amber cat eyes under the brim of his hat stared at me: "Huo Ye Li Hua."

The password is correct.

I breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go then."

Speechless for a while.

I don't know what to say, and I don't know anything about tennis.

I thought for a while and handed over the potato chips in my hand: "Do you want to eat?"

Echizen Ryoma glanced at me and took a slice: "Original flavor?"

"Yeah." I nodded, "Original flavor, always a god."

Ryoma let out a brief chuckle, and bit the potato chips in his mouth with a click sound.

"Where are you going now?" I turned my head and found that I was shorter than him.

Echizen Ryoma licked his fingertips: "Go to the persimmon board tennis garden."

I was taken aback for a moment, originally I promised to pick him up to the competition location, but now I heard...

"...Ah, I don't know where it is." I said awkwardly.

"Then ask someone else later." Echizen Ryoma said casually, not thinking that this was something worth worrying about.

"also."

I didn't want to eat it on the way, so I handed him the bag of potato chips on the grounds that he wanted to eat it.

We got on the tram.

In the empty workshop, I found a seat and sat down. Echizen Ryoma automatically sat next to me, and the huge backpack made a soft sound as it fell.

"Is there a racket inside?" I turned to look at the backpack.

"That's it."

"Hey..." My eyes moved down, and there was Ryoma's name on it.

I only know that he is very good at tennis, and that's it. This time, I only know that he is playing tennis.

"...Then I'll sleep for a while, call me when I arrive." I leaned my head on the back of the seat and closed my eyes.

Echizen Ryoma stared at it for a while, then turned around, eating potato chips slowly on the road just now, and now the bag of potato chips is empty.

Until a group of students older than us started making noise, I opened my eyes, straightened up, and was speechless to see someone swinging a club in the tram: "What are you doing..."

"It's just a boring person." Ryoma folded the empty bag of potato chips into pieces, leaned back and rested his hands on the seat, with only his chin remaining on his face covered by the hat.

I just found out that the potato chips were eaten: "..."

I looked across in silence, only to see a girl of the same age shrinking under the threat of a tennis stick.

Hey hey hey, that unqualified person is about to hit someone with his racket.

Just as I was about to speak, Ryoma next to me bent over and put his arms on his knees: "It's too noisy."

I silently turned my head to look at his posture, and felt that my sitting posture was too ordinary, not at all compelling.

In short, I witnessed a provocation by elementary school students... oh no, it's not a provocation anymore, Ryoma looked like he didn't take it seriously, and the group of people jumped straight away.

Arriving at the station, Echizen Ryoma ignored the people facing him, stood up with his backpack on his back, looked down at me, and said, "Let's go."

While watching the play, I realized: "...Oh, here we come."

On the way, I stuffed the bag of potato chips into a plastic bag, but I didn’t know the way, so I asked the girl who was on the tram just now.

"It should be... the South Exit," she said.

Ryoma nodded slightly, turned and left.

I stepped forward: "What's your name? What grade are you in? Hey, we might be in the same school..."

Before I finished speaking, the back collar was pulled, and I didn't turn my head back. A calm voice came over: "Hurry up."

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