I found it.

The main selection of the tennis club is really unique.

For example, the senior Kaitang wearing a turban, although I know that he is only vicious on the outside, not on the inside.

But—no one said he could really hiss!

I thought Viper was simply referring to his skills and style of play...

I silently listened to Senior Haitang hissing before he left, hissing when he walked to the competition field, what Senior Gan said to him, and he continued to hiss with a fierce expression.

I:"……"

I leaned close to Ryoma's ear and whispered to him: "...Is hiss the s of snake (snake)?"

Ryoma turned his head and met my gaze, the brim of his hat almost touched my forehead.

He still had an arrogant expression, staring at me with raised cat eyes: "It's a snake's cry—although poisonous snakes sometimes become dumb."

I was taken aback.

what?

What is mute?This hoarse too much sore throat?

Seeing my confused face, Ryoma didn't say much, and turned back to continue watching the game.

"..." I gently twisted his arm in dissatisfaction, "Say it clearly, hey!"

Long Ma glanced over again: "..."

He and I looked at each other for a few seconds, pursed his lower lip, seemed to have compromised, and said, "It's just that if it rains, Senior Kaitang's ball will be affected—just like last time, but it's not bad, he overcame it." .”

I suddenly said, "That's it. You... use metaphors well."

"...watch the game."

"Oh."

Senior Haitang and the others are clearly going to win in the end.

As a result, Senior Gan said something to the referee, and he didn't win.

Horio below was startled: "Isn't it?!!!?"

Bu Er Zhou Zhu smiled: "It's his style."

Tezuka Kunimitsu still had a serious face.

I didn't hear what senior Qian said: "What did he say?"

Echizen Ryoma sneered softly: "The ball is out of bounds. It's still far away."

Ah... Isn't that an voluntary admission?It seems that even the referee didn't see whether he was out of bounds or not.

I looked into the arena, and the lenses of Senior Gan's glasses were reflecting light.

I couldn't help sighing: "This is sportsmanship."

Ryoma glanced at me: "...well."

Me: "Hey..."

Senior Gan walked out of the arena with a blank face, and he didn't seem to care much about winning or losing the game.Senior Kaitang was hissing again.

I spin the bottle.

The next match is Kawamura-senpai's singles.

I looked at Kawamura-senpai who yelled "burning!! Burn!!" as soon as he picked up the tennis racket, and it was like a completely different person.

I touched my chin and said, "It's like the guardian sweetheart is possessed."

"...What are you talking about." Ryoma propped his chin and looked over boredly, the serious look he had watched the game just now no longer existed, and he looked lazy again.

I explained: "It's a TV drama called Guardian Sweetheart. In it, each protagonist has an egg, and then that egg hatches into a villain, which can turn you into another person, not like yourself at all."

Although there is also a setting to transform into the deepest self.

"Sounds like what you saw." He replied flatly.

"..." I fell silent, feeling that he was mocking me.

Ryoma looked at the arena again.

I was upset and pulled his arm.

Ryoma subconsciously turned around: "What are you doing?"

I said seriously: "If you are inside, the consequence of transforming may be to become a coquettish monster."

"... Huh?" Ryoma frowned.

I thought about it again: "Or clingy."

In fact, I'm talking nonsense, who knows what Ryoma's heart is like.

Ryoma: "..."

I continued on purpose: "Maybe I will call Lihua Lihua where are you? I miss you so much, and at the same time shed tears in loneliness."

After I finished speaking, I was disgusted first.

He was also obviously disgusted by my description, and his brows frowned even deeper.

Not to be outdone, Ryoma said, "Then your transformation must be a black-hearted guy."

I was taken aback.

Thinking of something, I hesitated and said, "Thank you...?"

Because he doesn't know that transformation is another self in his heart, I just said that it is another kind of person.

Then am I not the antonym of black heart now?

Ryoma: "..."

He immediately turned his head: "...Stop joking, I didn't praise you."

I laughed and poked him: "Obviously there is, I'm happy!"

When she was happy, she leaned closer and kissed him lightly on the side of the cheek.

Ryoma immediately covered his face and looked at me in surprise, his pupils widened for a moment: "You..."

He stuck and stared into my eyes, I smiled happily.

Long Ma paused, then turned his head and said unnaturally: "...You are welcome."

The author has something to say: #This is an extremely ooc parallel episode of if Ryoma guards the sweetheart in the world view of the guardian sweetheart, you can skip it

#By the way, I like to talk about these things, don’t blame it_(:3」∠)_Jinjiang coins are not accepted for free =v=you can skip it, no loss.

#中招 Becomes a straight ball joke, and finally recovered

One day, the boyfriend doesn't look like a boyfriend anymore.

I raised my head in distress while doing my homework: "Aren't you going to the tennis club, Ryoma?"

After school, the dark-green-haired boy who moved a stool and sat in front of my desk was staring at me with his chin propped up.

Hearing this, he said calmly: "The event is over."

Me: "Oh..."

I packed my things and walked out of the classroom. I used to walk faster than me, and the people who stopped waiting for me to complain now almost walked next to me.

My exposed arms are full of his heat.

I pushed him: "Don't squeeze me."

"Oh." He agreed and moved away.

But when he went down the stairs he came close again.

I looked at him, and Ryoma's amber cat eyes blinked: "What's wrong?"

I said dissatisfied: "It's so hot, you go over."

"..." If it was before, he must have stayed away, with an awkward expression on his face.

But this time he looked at me directly: "No, Lihua, you are not hot at all, you are not sweating, and your face is not red."

I:"……"

This excuse is no longer valid! ! ?

Walking on the road, being stuck, I am not used to it, very very very... not used to it!

I was the one who took the initiative to hold Longma's arm, how could there be any reason for him to approach?If there are, there are only a handful of them.

I need to talk to him.

Pulling him into the alley around the corner, I stood still and wanted to let go of his hand, but Ryoma clenched his hand tightly behind his back, Maotong opened his eyes innocently: "Come here, do you want to kiss?"

I was about to ask a serious question: "..."

Who are you! ! ? ? ! ? ?

I couldn't react for a while, and was stunned: "...Huh?"

Ryoma lowered his head, without the cover of the white hat, I subconsciously retreated the moment I approached, but stuck to the wall behind.

The dark-green haired boy still had an emotionless face, but I somehow saw some expectation in his eyes.

He looked indifferent, but said in his mouth: "I want to kiss, do you want it? And you kissed me at noon."

Maotong narrowed his eyes slightly, but the corners of his lips curled into a teasing smile when he said the last sentence.

Say it again... who are you? ! ? !

I stabilized my mind.

ah?Is this the breakthrough phase of a relationship?

do not care.

Straight ball only.

I stretched out my hand to push him away, and Ryoma was pushed up straight by me. I clasped my hands together: "No, and, I'm leaning against the wall! My clothes must be dirty!"

Ryoma looked sideways at my turned back: "It's not dirty."

Me: "It's dirty in my heart."

Ryoma: "..."

Finally kissed.He wanted to stick to him with a kiss, but I firmly refused.

I took a breath and broke away from his arms: "No... no more kisses, I want to go home."

Ryoma was still hugging me, and rested his head on my shoulder before kissing, his dark green hair scratched my neck like a dog rubbing it.

I could feel myself surrounded by his breath, and the sturdy teenage body pressed against me as he hugged.

The temperature is high.

After a while, Ryoma said: "... yes."

I:"………"

I actually heard the meaning of grievance.

What happened to this magical reality?

The next day, he was back to normal.

In various senses, then Ryoma walked with me after school, very silent.

I:"……"

I know.

I kindly didn't strike up a conversation.

When we arrived downstairs at my house, Ryoma turned his head away, with a familiar awkward expression, paused for a few seconds, and said stiffly: "I said, forget about yesterday."

Me: "Ah...are you ashamed?"

"...I didn't." He retorted quickly, his cat eyes narrowed slightly, his expression became more arrogant the more he forced him, he folded his hands, and said in a tone of indifference, "It's just that it wasn't me at all yesterday, it doesn't matter if you remember it. It doesn't matter. .”

I wondered: "...But it also means that you really want to kiss..."

Really want to stick and kiss.After all, it exposed the inner truth.

"No." He interrupted me, paused, and looked away, "...No. You don't have to think about it. You might as well think about tomorrow's English quiz. Goodbye."

"……goodbye……"

He walked so fast that he couldn't see his back in the blink of an eye.

I:"………"

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