fall in love with Echizen

Before Kawamura-senpai was about to start the competition, I couldn't help but look across from the ice emperor.

It was only at this time that I realized that there were still people sleeping there... um... I felt like I'd seen it somewhere.

There was a need for a break at halftime, so Kawamura-senpai picked up a huge flag at will, but the others were immediately overwhelmed by the weight, and only Takashi Kawamura picked it up with one hand with ease.

Horio was dumbfounded: "No, as expected of Kawamura-senpai!"

And just like a stealth game, Huadi, the opponent on the opposite side, lifted up his sleeping teammate.

Me: "Huadi is so strong."

The person who fell asleep was immediately lifted up.

Ryoma's voice was calm, ever since I confirmed again and again that even if I saw Huadi, I really didn't remember Huadi's face, Ryoma was not interested in the topic about him, and said lazily: "Yeah."

I glanced at Ryoma, and swallowed the words "If you fight with him, will you lose your racket" at the right time.

Probably Ryoma will not be happy to hear this, and he may even hate me.

"Qingxue's singles and Bingdi's singles come on—" the referee whistled.

"I went to everyone!" Takashi Kawamura swallowed a little unconfidently after finishing speaking.

"Come on, Aaron." Fujisuke put the racket in his hand with a smile.

The moment he touched the tennis racket, Takashi Kawamura seemed to press some strange switch, and suddenly became confident and excited.

He—walking to the field—yelled, with a ferocious expression: "Come on! Come on! I can beat any opponent!! Just come on!! Burning!!"

I was stunned and stunned: "...that's amazing. It's worthy of being a guardian sweetheart... No, it's worthy of being Senior Kawamura."

"The power type also needs a switch." Ryoma clasped the back of his head with his hands, Maotong calmly stared at Takashi Kawamura's back, and glanced at Huachi without any trace.

The ice emperor's Huadi is a big guy, famous for his strength, and has similar attributes to Kawamura Takashi.

Longma raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Is strength versus strength? It's quite interesting."

I'm thirsty, but I've run out of water, leaving only an empty bottle.

I stood up: "I'm going to buy water, you let me."

Long Ma raised his eyes, moved his legs away, and jokingly said, "Pear Blossom, don't get lost."

I bowed my head and retorted: "No way."

He didn't speak any more, but chuckled lightly, his amber eyes narrowed slightly.

I didn't have time to joke around, so I went straight out, and from the corner of my eye, Horio looked at me again.

...Why does he always look here?

Without thinking too much, I walked out of the audience area of ​​the venue.

People from various schools are mixed together, wearing colorful school uniforms.

I walked to the vending machine, thought about it, and ordered a bottle of Coke.

I walked halfway and met someone I didn't know very well.

"Ah, it's from Qingxue...Hino?" He wrapped his hands around the back of his head, opened his eyes slightly, and was wearing a yellow team uniform.

The teammates next to him then looked over.

"..." I twisted the bottle cap and paused, "Mmm... Kirihara-kun, long time no see."

No, in any case we have only met once!Normally, we shouldn't say hello, but should just pass by as strangers.

Kirihara Chiya scratched the head of the kelp, "Oh... it's the start of your Seigaku competition. That Kawamura?"

I hum slowly.

All the cells in my body clamored for embarrassment and let me go.

Please, we don't know each other well.It's also not a good time to chat.Not to mention the sight of the unfamiliar teammates around him made me extremely socially phobic.

"Hey, then you..." He started to say something excitedly, but his teammates interrupted at the right time: "Let's go to Kirihara. The game has already started."

"...Oh, that's right. Goodbye Hino." Kirihara Chi also quickly realized that he was obviously more interested in the game, and returned to his laziness to bid farewell to me.

Me: "Goodbye."

They left, and I watched for a moment before going back.

Ryoma was watching the game seriously, so I walked around behind him and sat down.

After sitting still, he didn't take his eyes off the field, but said lightly: "You've been there for too long."

I turned away the Coke and didn't pay attention to his words: "Whatever, as long as I buy it, I'll be fine."

"..."

Quiet, only the sound of the ball hitting the field full of power and cheers are left.

The cold Coke flowed through my throat, bringing a burst of stimulation, and I looked towards the court.

silent.

Well, that looks awesome...that ball looks like it could knock me out...

More and more sweat dripped down Kawamura's face.

He resumes serving.

Ryoma blinked: "The wave ball."

I was stunned: "...what?"

As soon as the words fell, the tennis ball was hit on the racket in the hands of Takashi Kawamura, and the unprecedented impact brought a gust of wind.

Even the sound of breaking through the air can be heard.

Bottom—all the Zhengxuans looked inexplicably serious.

"It will cause some damage to the body." Ryoma glanced at me and explained casually.

It was Horio who happened to hear the conversation: "Why is this so!?"

I:"……"

Tennis is no longer a simple ball game, but an attacking weapon—you can injure your opponent if you don't pay attention.

The captain Atobe Keigo on the opposite side frowned, but quickly said: "Solve it as soon as possible, Huadi."

Following his words, Huadi on the field increased his strength again.

A contest of strength and strength.

Kawaji Takahiro's expression was still dull, Kawamura Takashi's brows were furrowed, and veins were clenched in his arms.

I was dumbfounded.

I don't know how many rounds passed, Huadi, whose expression didn't seem to change, was the first to stop.

Everyone looked at him.

"I'm already, I can't play any more." He murmured, and the racket fell to the ground.

pat.

The bright red of his palm made my eyes widen, and I subconsciously held Ryoma's arm nervously.

Ryoma: "..."

But then came Kawamura-senpai, the same bright red, dyed the handle of the dark racket red.

All he had left was rough panting.

I watched Kawamura-senpai come back, Fuji-senpai caught his racket and said something to him.

Ryuzaki Sumire frowned: "I'm going to the hospital. I'm going to take the two of them to the hospital."

I stood up unconsciously, but I didn't expect Ryoma to follow suit.

Me: "I'll go too, maybe I need help."

Only I can walk away.

Ryuzaki Sumire looked up, hesitated for a while: "...you can also Hino, you come."

I want to go down, Longma turned his head to look at me: "It will be fine."

I paused and realized that he was saying that Mr. Kawamura and the others would be fine.

Are you telling me not to worry?

I hmm-sounded: "Come on for the game. I don't know if you will play or not. Anyway, I'm leaving first. I'll be back later."

When I left with Coach Ryuzaki, I turned around and saw that Ryoma went down and sat in the coach's seat for some reason. Kikumaru-senpai was yelling at him: "You can't sit here, little one——!!!"

I blinked, didn't look much, and turned my head: "Is Kawamura-senpai okay?"

The young man looked down at his bleeding palm, and smiled at me: "Of course it's no problem! Why don't you go back, Hono, it's a small problem!"

I shook my head: "It's okay."

"Okay..." He scratched his head with his other hand, with an unnatural expression on his face, "It's really useless, I still need to send it from my junior."

I said seriously: "It's okay. It's not useless. It's just an ordinary help."

Coach Longzaki: "That's right, stop talking, kid, I haven't trained you yet."

Kawamura: "Haha..."

I glanced at the tall birch, really tall.

He is still dull and reticent.Just follow us.

I wanted to ask about his wound but it was hard to ask.

Ryuzaki patted me: "It's okay, I only saw that person talking to Atobe on the opposite side."

Me: "This way..."

When we got to the hospital, Coach Ryuzaki went to take care of Huadi, and I followed Kawamura-senpai to see the doctor—while bandaging his hands—and said precautions: "Why did you get injured from playing tennis again... Is tennis so dangerous?"

I asked, "Is the doctor all right?"

The doctor wrapped the gauze in a circle: "It's nothing serious. Don't worry."

"Don't worry, Hino, I'll just say it's nothing serious." Kawamura laughed out loud.

I paused: "No, because the hand is very important to tennis, isn't it? Wan—what if I can't play after being injured?"

"Ah... this..." He scratched his face and looked at the floor, "Actually, I won't be able to fight in high school anymore. Now I'm in the third year of junior high school, so I have to do my best!"

I was startled: "...what do you mean?"

"It's just..." He seemed to be organizing his words, "My family runs a sushi restaurant, and you were there at the last celebration banquet. I have to learn how to make sushi in high school and inherit the family business. Ah, of course, this is what I proposed on my own initiative Well, I've thought about it carefully, don't worry!"

I made up my mind: "But Kawamura-senpai was selected for the main election only after the third year of junior high school, right? It's just the beginning."

It's just starting to shine like the other main picks.

"How should I put it... I should be the weakest one in the team, with only strength..." He said with a relaxed tone, smiling, "Hino, this is my choice, don't worry about me, I'm afraid Echizen will hit me. "

I:"……"

The doctor went out to get the medicine, Takashi Kawamura looked down at the palm of his hand, his eyes were firm: "...so in the end we can't drag down our companions. You have to go all out."

silence.

Maybe.Kawamura-senpai was the oldest in the grade when he entered the main election, and the rest were all sophomores, Ryoma and even - grades.

His sense of presence is also the weakest. So far, no one has made a confrontation plan against him. As he said, he does not have as many skills as others, only strength.

Power tennis is also the result of Kawamura's daily practice.

Talented, but buried by more talents in the main draft.

It's like a summer sky—an instant firework, the brightest blooms, but fleeting.

Tennis only took up a little more than a year in his life, and he may play it occasionally for entertainment in the future, but the nature is completely different.

"..."

Takashi Kawamura seemed uneasy in the quiet atmosphere, he paused for a few seconds, and said, "Oh, yes, you can come to our store to play in the future, I treat you!"

Atmosphere - relaxed.

I tilted my head: "Good senior."

He laughed out loud: "Hino, no wonder Echizen likes you so much."

I wondered: "What's wrong?"

"I believe in my companions, they will definitely look at me." Takashi Kawamura scratched his face and said with an embarrassed smile, "But apart from them, I don't have many people paying attention to me outside the game, but you are the first one."

"..." I deliberately said, "What about Coach Ryuzaki?"

"Ah... sorry coach... I forgot..." He apologized through the air.

I couldn't help but smile.

Not worried, just sorry.But this is his choice.

Tennis isn't his only thing—.

Me: "Maybe Kawamura-senpai will be happy with the smiling faces of the guests in the future."

Takashi Kawamura said happily: "I feel happy now! Our sushi is great!"

I thought about it: "In this case... I'm afraid the senior will come to the hospital in the future... It's not a curse, it's because the senior wants to do his best? According to today's style of play, there is a high possibility that he will still be injured next time."

"It doesn't matter, it's fine if you don't hold everyone back..." He smiled innocently, "By the way, Hino, let's go back quickly, I'm almost ready."

Me: "Well, let's get some more medicine."

We took the medicine, greeted the coach and went back first.

On the way, I joked: "Is this Kawamura-senpai's way of tennis?"

"Hmm... yes!"

I smiled and said, "Senior Kawamura is very different from Ryoma. Although both are obsessed with tennis, everyone is different."

"Really? Hahahahaha." He also started laughing inexplicably.

When we got to the arena, it seemed like we missed a few games.

The people on the field are dragons and horses.

On behalf of Qingxue lost in the last game...

Katsuro off the court said in shock: "Why is Ryoma so powerful...more powerful than usual!"

I heard the sound and looked.

The dark-green-haired boy on the court played skill shots almost without gaps, bombing in turn, dazzling, and the score was widening the distance in a very short time.

Horio hummed inexplicably, gnashing his teeth a bit: "...if you are kissed by your girlfriend before going on stage, you will explode."

Katsuro: "..."

Me in the back: "..."

Fuji Shusuke smiled: "Actually, this is Echizen's best state. This is him."

I leaned against the railing to watch.

The young man is like a sharp blade, constantly beheading everything, beating his opponent to the point where he is powerless to fight back.

Win without suspense.

Long Ma straightened his hat, dark green hair sticking out from under the brim, the young man laughed, with his own pride: "It's still far away."

He was going to walk back, and glanced at me.

I couldn't help but waved to him happily.

Long Ma's toes were naturally crooked, and he walked towards me, stood on the other side of the railing, and tilted his head: "Why do you..."

Before he finished speaking, I hugged him through the railing. Ryoma subconsciously hugged him back, and the tennis racket fell to the ground with a clatter.

Ryoma: "Hey..."

I raised my head and raised my smiling face: "You won!"

He paused: "...Of course."

I don't know why I'm so excited.

I stared at his downcast eyes and whispered to him: "I think I admire Kawamura-senpai."

Ryoma raised his eyebrows: "Yes."

I continued, "I feel like I understand your tennis better!"

There was a hint of a smile in Longma's voice, but he stood still and said calmly, "Yes."

I paused and hugged him, there was slight sweat on the forehead under the brim of the dragon horse hat, but the amber eyes were bright.

His breath was heavier than before.

Although he said that he doesn't care about tennis, he doesn't need to know too much about tennis.But I do still care a little bit.

After all, it is something that Ryoma is very persistent.

Just a little, a little care.

I won't try to understand it deliberately, but I will be happy if I go deeper.

I whispered: "I think... I am closer to your heart, what do you think?"

Ryoma tilted his head, staring at my amber eyes for a few seconds, then couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and said with some daily sarcasm in his tone: "So you think that knowing more about tennis means you're closer to me."

Me: "Isn't it?"

"..." He was silent for a moment, Maotong looked straight at me, and his voice was calm, "No, it's as close as you want. It doesn't matter."

I was stunned: "This way..."

My stomach was still separated by the railing, his arm was around my back, Ryoma moved closer, the brim of his hat was pressed against my forehead, his cat eyes were lowered: "Where is Coke?"

I just remembered: "I forgot to take...!"

We were very close, and the heat after exercise surrounded me, and his shallow laughter came into my ears: "Ewha, do you want to drink?"

Me: "Yes, I'm still thirsty."

Ryoma: "Then buy it later. It doesn't matter if you win anyway."

I was suddenly held down by his hand on my stomach, away from the railing.

The warmth of the hot palm passed through the clothes, and the soft stomach was sunken by his light pressure—a little bit.

Longma withdrew his hand in an instant, and after a pause, he said calmly: "You idiot, you can just wait for me to pass, and stick to the railing."

Me: "Oh."