fall in love with Echizen

It's a boring gamble.

I was not interested, and Echizen Ryoma was also very indifferent, so I just leaned against the fence with my arms folded and watched them hit the cans with tennis balls.

I didn't pay attention to them. I looked around and lowered my head. Under the iron railing at my feet, there was a small white flower besides the weeds. This kind of place is easy to grow plants.

It is estimated that it will be picked up after a few days of general cleaning.

I squatted down, the small white flowers trembled slightly, and the thin green branches were bent by the flowers.

I looked at it for a while and sat next to it, leaning my back against the iron fence, touching my feet, hugging my knees, and being a boring group.

"Did you lose?" I casually glanced at it and said.

The cat eyes under the brim of Echizen Ryoma's hat reflected the first-year freshman who was serving the ball on the court: "It's the cans filled with stones."

"Oh." I thought for a while, "It's like a businessman who gets his hands and feet on a claw machine, or a person who breaks a toy gun so that people can't hit things so that they can collect money without losing money. Hey, the world is going down, why? The stench of certain merchants has come here."

Echizen Ryoma lowered his eyes: "It can't be calculated like this anyway."

I asked back: "Why not, don't they also charge money?"

We're arguing... Although it's my unilateral rebuttal, Ryoma has a match and doesn't have a match.

That Horio entered the stage, I subconsciously kept silent, and Ryoma didn't speak anymore.

Watching tennis is really boring, like going back to the days when I was forced to watch basketball games when I was at home fighting with my dad for the remote control board and lost.

After watching for a while, I lowered my head, touched my knees, leaned back against the iron fence, and looked at the woods in the distance.

Well, remember to look at green more, don't be short-sighted.

Looking at it, the sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground seemed to be hypnotic, and it was extremely regular.

I am prone to sleepiness, and I fall asleep in place as soon as I relax.

"Hey, you should come too!" A senior laughed after winning the money, and pointed to the idle boy.

Ryoma just took off his coat, squatted down, put it on the sleeping girl, and ran his fingers through her long black hair by her ears.Hearing this, he turned his head, and the amber cat pupils were inexplicably confident that he didn't care.

Echizen Ryoma turned his head, staring at Pear Blossom's closed eyes: "I'll be back soon."

Her response was to tilt her head, straighten her bent legs a little, and kick him lightly.

Echizen Ryoma subconsciously held down her ankle to stop it, so the girl's foot only kicked his white toe.

He glanced at Pear Blossom's thin white legs indiscriminately.

"...Are you fast asleep?" Ryoma didn't say anything more, let go of his hand, straightened his hat, and stood up.

He nodded: "Then come."

I turned over in my sleep, rolled straight to the ground, and bumped my head.

I woke up, opened my eyes in a daze, raised my hands, the coat covering my body slipped off, and the belated pain made me hiss.

There was no one around for a long time, only Ryoma in the distance was juggling the ball.

When I got up, he reached out to catch the ball in mid-air and wanted to come over. He obviously saw that I fell down just now and wanted to help me, but he couldn't catch up.

I rubbed my head, the sun was setting and the golden light was shining all over the place.

"They've all gone?"

Seeing me get up, Ryoma came over slowly: "Well, let's go, the school gate is about to close."

I stood up and handed him the coat: "Oh, thanks for the coat...wait!"

I was shocked when I thought of something: "Then the dessert shop won't be closed!?"

Ryoma tilted his head, "It's six twenty."

The dessert shop closes at six o'clock.

Me: "...This is fate."

"Then go." I put my schoolbag on my back and looked at him, "What were you doing just now?"

"It's just bouncing the ball." While talking, Ryoma lightly tossed the tennis ball, and easily caught it with the tennis racket. The tennis ball seemed to be connected to the racket by a string, bouncing obediently on it.

I recalled: "Our physical education teacher in elementary school asked us to overturn the badminton. It was very fun."

By the way, his eyes frantically signaled to Ryoma, "Let me play!"

Echizen Ryoma understood. The ball landed in his palm. He gave me a strange look.

Before I could react, Ryoma stretched out his hand: "Then try it."

I immediately took his racket: "I'll just play, soon."

Ryoma let out a hum from his throat, and threw the ball into my arms.

I made a good posture and turned my head: "You know what? I can bounce a badminton a hundred times in a row in elementary school."

No lie, it's true.

"Yeah." Ryoma clasped his hands on one side, looking at me like a coach...

I swallowed: "It's about to start."

"Yeah." He hummed lightly as usual, but added another sentence in the next second, "One hundred."

I:"…………"

I tossed the ball and juggled it according to my previous feeling. It turns out that tennis is completely different from badminton. The smooth feeling makes me uncomfortable.

Ryoma bent down, held his hand, and just picked up the tennis ball that fell on the ground and bounced.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his lips: "One."

I:"………"

Longma tilted his head: "Hands are too high, legs are too straight, too much force."

I immediately said: "...Good coach."

I don't want to play anymore, Ryoma smiled and said nothing, took the tennis racket and put it in the backpack.

I stared at the tennis racket curiously: "Ryoma, how much did you pay for your tennis racket? It's very useful."

I firmly believe in the principle that you get what you pay for.

"xxxx" he casually said an astronomical figure.

I:"!?"

This, this is not the price to sell me, right?

I glance at the tennis backpack in awe.

In the end, he sent me to my house and then separated.

I go shopping with my mother at night.

My mother was humming a song and picking out underwear at the underwear store. Seeing me doing nothing, she said, "Ewha, do you like this one?"

A white vest with pink flowers.

Me: "I don't like it...why should I buy this?"

The mother bowed her head: "Because girls just want to develop, and when the time comes, you have to wear a vest to protect yourself, you know?"

I turned my head away: "Can't I not wear it?"

"Then when you come to your senses, there will be a social death incident." Mom replied calmly, and took another one, "What do you think of this one? Isn't it cute?"

I honestly said, "I don't like the flower pattern. If you want it, it's that one."

I pointed to the bear pattern.

"Okay, you go and try." My mother took it down and stuffed it to me.

Me: "I still have to try!?"

...In short, when I finally bought it, I was already hungry.

Mom bought me octopus balls to eat.

The crowd shuttled back and forth and arrived home soon. Dad was working overtime and no one was there.

I was so sleepy after washing, and I was about to sleep when I climbed into bed, my mother knocked on the door.

I poked my head out from under the quilt: "You can come in—"

Only then did my mother open the door, and put the washed vest to dry by the window of my bedroom: "It's hot, it can be dried tonight, remember to wear it tomorrow."

I muffled: "Got it."

Instead of leaving, my mother came to my bedside: "Ewha, remember what you told me yesterday?"

I remember."

It is because I said yesterday that my chest is uncomfortable, so I bought this today.

"Do you know the physical changes of girls in the future?"

Me: "Yes, I have heard the lecture."

"Well." Mom said seriously, "This kind of change is only allowed to be told to your close female classmates and mom, not to male classmates, especially your boyfriend, does he know?"

"I know...he doesn't know how to ask." I complained.

"Be careful in the future, don't allow your boyfriend to touch you. Do you know that we will break up if he brings it up?"

I was so sleepy that I covered my head with a quilt: "I know, I know."

My mother slapped the quilt on my body: "Go to sleep, you, get up early tomorrow."

The door was closed and the lights went out.

The next day, even though I was only wearing a vest underneath, I felt completely transformed.

It's just a little unaccustomed... very uncomfortable...

"What? You're playing qualifying? What's that?"

At noon, Ryoma and I had dinner on the balcony. He had finished eating and sat there long ago, and I swallowed with puffy cheeks.

"It's nothing, it's just the things of regular members." He put his elbows on his bent knees, and his amber eyes watched me eat.

"Oh." I originally wanted to ask more, but maybe it was because of the physical education class in the morning, and now I feel that the vest has run up a little bit. Although I didn't run much, it was still very uncomfortable. Wanted to rip it off and get it right.

My chewing speed slowed down, and when I raised my eyes, Ryoma was sitting very close, staring at me.

I swallowed: "...Don't look at me, look at the scenery."

"It's just you and me here, it doesn't matter who you look at." Ryoma seemed to have recovered, and quickly retorted, but turned his head the next moment, and the pinnae of the ears under the dark green hair were a little red.

I didn't care, I was in a hurry, no one was around, and Ryoma didn't look at me.

I:"…………"

Just pull it off.it should be OK.

I moved my hand to my back and pulled it down through the school uniform.

As a result, Ryoma just turned around, and I was so scared that I almost spilled the lunch box I was holding with one hand.

Echizen Ryoma frowned: "What's wrong? You just need to scratch your back if you can't scratch it."

Me: "...is scratching..."