fall in love with Echizen

I was watching the game on the edge of the tennis court with the girl.

By the way, names were exchanged.

"...Hino, are you okay..." Sakurano Ryuzaki worried.

I waved my hand, but it was a pity that I didn't have any potato chips in my hand. Looking around, there was no place selling potato chips: "It's all right, it's just tennis."

Rather, shouldn't normal thinking mean fighting?That's how I worried, it turned out to be just a tennis match.

Damn, how civilized.This is quality.

I don't understand the rules of tennis at all, and I'm not interested in understanding them. I just watch the ball being hit back and forth.

I pondered for a while: "That person's expression is really exaggerated."

"Sakura."

"Grandma!" Ryuzaki Sakura said in surprise.

I greeted politely: "Hi mother-in-law."

Sumire Ryuzaki, who is still in excellent health even though she is getting older, smiled and said, "Hello, little girl."

Then the three of us watched the game together.

My eyes followed the tennis balls, my head followed, and I became extremely bored after a while.

...Although the people on the court are very enthusiastic, I really can't... It seems that I am forced to follow my father to watch a basketball game in front of the TV.

I yawn slowly.

I listened to what the mother-in-law next to me was talking to Ryuzaki.

Well, it's tennis match analysis.don't know.

But I can see that Ryoma is about to win.

I stared at him, Echizen Ryoma had an arrogant smile on his face, obviously he was a primary school student, but he should not be underestimated.

Amber cat eyes stared straight at the opponent, blinked, and turned to me inexplicably.

I froze for a moment, and was about to say something about cheering up, when Ryoma turned back without a trace.

I:"……"

It was obviously a scene of a sure win, and I felt a little drowsy watching it. Suddenly, the opponent deliberately let go, and the racket hit Ryoma straight.

"What!" Sakura exclaimed.

I was also woken up with fright, especially the gurgling blood on Ryoma's forehead.

I wanted to go forward, but Echizen Ryoma gave me a look, "Don't come over."

I stopped: "?"

Longma bent down, Maotong was calm, and downplayed his opponent: "The game has not yet been decided."

I immediately said: "???" Brother, is it bleeding?

But I first looked at Ryuzaki's grandmother, after all, she was the adult present.

She clasped her arms, as steady as Mount Tai.

I silently turned around: "..."

Am I a bit out of place in this world.

Ryoma changed his hand to take the racket, "Come again."

"...he's left-handed..."

I only heard this sentence in all the words of that mother-in-law.

I don't quite understand what it looks like, but I was blown away.

Especially when Ryoma hits the tennis ball to the ground, the bouncing ball hits the opponent's face in an instant.

Me: ...another kind of...fighting each other?

Echizen Ryoma put away his racket indifferently: "You lost."

The opponent showed a defeated dog expression like cannon fodder.

I was dumbfounded, Ryoma took the backpack in my hand, packed the racket, and put it on my back: "Let's go."

I was stunned: "Oh... oh."

So go.

I turned my head: "Take care of your forehead quickly."

When Ryoma touched it, blood was on his finger: "It's nothing."

I hurriedly persuaded: "No, no, it's easy to lose your appearance."

"Do you care if I'm disfigured or injured?" Echizen Ryoma seemed to be joking, with the cat's eyes drooping, all smiling.

Playing at least one game satisfies him.

I shook my head: "I don't care what I say. After all, the wound is not too serious after a closer look. If you stay here for a few days, the scar will probably form on your own."

"..." Ryoma reached out and took off the white cap, his dark green hair was stained with blood, "Are you an idiot?"

I said honestly: "I'm not stupid, but I'm hungry now, you don't treat the wound anyway, don't delay my meal time."

"……troublesome."

Even so, he went to the clinic to treat the wound with his hands clasped awkwardly.

Come out, I propose: "Eat ramen!"

Ryoma touched the gauze on his head unaccustomedly: "Whatever."

So we sat in the ramen shop, I ate to my heart's content, Ryoma ate faster than me, and ate much more gracefully than me, and was leaning back and clasping his hands, staring at me while I was eating.

I continued eating unaffected.

Long Ma stared at it for a while, then said casually, "Come out for a date tomorrow."

"!" I almost spit out a mouthful of ramen.