fall in love with Echizen

In fact, how much pocket money can a primary school student have?

After I honestly told my parents that I was going on a date with my boyfriend, my father cried and howled like hell and beat me to death.

My mother's originally serious face softened when she saw the photos of Etsuzen Ryoma I searched on the Internet: "I didn't expect him to be very handsome, Ewha, well done."

... My mother is a face control.

My mother rubbed her chin, still admiring Ryoma's appearance: "It's not bad, it's a cat type...ah, it's actually a cat pupil, it looks like a tsundere type..."

Didn't look at the long list of tennis achievements that followed Ryoma's photo.

Even though my dad was still howling "No--can--", my mother handed me the pocket money indifferently.

"Remember, Lihua, even if you want to break up in the future, you have to use his good looks to the extreme. You will understand on blind dates in the future. You don't often have handsome guys, and you don't often have handsome guys. There are always more beautiful women than handsome men."

I silently glanced at my dad's face and nodded: "Good mom."

On a sunny day, I waited for him outside the mall with a water glass on my crossbody bag.

Like an elementary school student on a school trip.

[Ewha: I'm here! ]

After waiting for a while, I was patted on the shoulder. I turned around, and it was still Ryoma wearing a white peaked cap. He stared at me: "...I was talking about waiting at the second pillar, not the penultimate one."

I:"…………"

Echizen Ryoma lowered his eyes, and looked at the cartoon water cup I was wearing on my shoulder, and there was a Sailor Moon sticker on it from my youth and ignorance.

Ryoma: "...you are really a primary school student."

I said confidently, "It won't happen anytime soon."

Echizen Ryoma pressed the brim of his hat and said nothing more, "Where are you going?"

Is it actually my decision?

I was silent for a moment, pinching the pocket money in my pocket.

The person in front of me stared at me with those amber cat eyes, waiting for me to speak.

I kept thinking for a while.

... Wouldn't it be wonderful if I could save the money my mother gave me today?Wouldn't it be nice to buy comic books?

I paused and said, "... Let's go to the stadium to play."

free.

There are stadiums for cyclists, tennis courts, badminton courts, basketball courts and football courts.

I grabbed the cuff of Ryoma's sports jacket and looked around, "Where are you going? By the way, I'm not good at sports at all."

Echizen Ryoma put his pockets in his pocket, bowed his head: "Didn't you come here?"

That being said, he picked a place.

"Tennis court bar."

A tennis court just happened to be vacant. I walked in and knocked on a machine inside curiously, "What is this?"

Ryoma put down his backpack and turned his neck: "Automatic ball machine."

He took out two rackets himself and handed me one: "Take it."

I took it and held it in my hand, swallowed: "I, I don't know."

The main reason is that last time Ryoma's brutal style of play made my heart tremble.

Echizen raised his head: "I know you don't know it at all, so I'll teach you."

...I don't want to learn what to do.

But it’s all here, and I was taught by a champion genius, so I made money anyway, so I thought about it and agreed: "Okay."

Holding the racket and going to try to hit a ball, Ryoma held down my wrist, and I looked up.

Long Ma said lightly: "The grip is wrong."

He held his racket, demonstrated it again, and succinctly said the main points: "You try again."

I imitated him to hold the racket again, "Is that so?"

"Well, let's serve."

I took a deep breath and held the tennis ball in one hand: "Okay, okay, I'm starting."

Echizen Ryoma walked across the net, posed casually, and was about to catch my ball: "Serve."

I swallowed, threw the tennis ball up, and swung the racket.

Snapped!

Opening his eyes and taking a closer look, Ryoma stood up straight, his eyebrows seemed to be furrowed: "Are you an idiot?"

...is this the first time he has called me an idiot?

Me: "Where's the ball...?"

Until the sound of the ball hitting the ground sounded behind me, I turned my head silently to see that the yellow tennis ball was still bouncing a few times outside the court behind me.

Me: "The ball is out of bounds!"

Echizen came over, bent down to pick up the ball, and tossed it in his hands for fun: "Wrong, it's worse than the out-of-bounds ball."

I:"………"

Ryoma: "Go to the wall to practice first."

Ah, I want to say that I don't want to learn anymore, but when I think that there is nothing else interesting here, I agree again.

"Practice serving, you hit the ball directly against the wall." Echizen Ryoma lightly tossed the tennis ball, the racket hit it naturally, the tennis ball bounced off the wall, and fell straight into his palm.

The whole movement is casual and smooth, giving people the illusion that I can do it too.

With this illusion, I swung the racket again.

Snapped!

Echizen Ryoma precisely grasped the tennis ball that hit him: "Not bad, at least it hit the wall."

I suddenly: "..." Echizen-sensei, I feel like you have given up on me.

I put down the racket boredly after a few hits: "No more hits, let's take a break."

Ryoma: "Whatever."

I immediately sat down on the bench next to me, Echizen Ryoma hit a few more balls, and followed.

Me: "Is tennis fun?"

Ryoma sat next to me, leaning on his knees: "Well, it's good for you to find out, because I'm going to play tennis all my life. At least you can know that I won at the end of the game."

... He seemed to say a love story, but he thought it was so cool!

I paused, decided to imitate his sentence pattern, and laughed: "It's not bad for you to learn about ramen, because I will eat ramen for the rest of my life. At least you can know the name of the ramen I eat when I eat ramen."

Echizen Ryoma: "...You really are an idiot."