fall in love with Echizen

I woke up early the next morning to collect my notes and homework to be done.

I need to bring my math papers, so I can review the wrong questions today...

Ok?

I looked at the English exercise books scattered on the table and fell silent for a moment.

In an instant, the scene where Ryoma used to talk about me in a flat voice while explaining English grammar to me seriously appeared in my mind.

Just... take it?It happened that Ryoma was there too.

I put the English exercise book in my schoolbag again.

[Ewha: We are about to leave! ]

[Ryoma: I left early. ]

[Ewha: So fast! ? ]

I hurriedly put away my phone, put my backpack on, and took one last look in the mirror.

Overalls, ok.

School bag, ok.

Mobile phone key wallet, bring it.

hair……

I leaned closer to the mirror, only to find that a strand of broken hair on the right side of the forehead was curled up, which should be caused by sleeping.

Dip your fingers in some water under the faucet, press it down, and the strand of hair gets wet and sticks wetly to your forehead.

...Forget it, that's it.

I pressed it again and went out: "I'm going out——"

From the master bedroom, the voice of my father, who was in a deep sleep, could be faintly heard: "All the way—be careful—huh..."

The sky in the morning was clear and cool, after nine o'clock, the sun was not strong, I finished eating the toast in my hand and went to the milk tea shop.

When he arrived at the destination, Ryoma was already waiting outside the store. He looked down at the book in his hand, his eyes downcast.

I walked over: "Good morning!"

Ryoma looked up: "Good morning."

I pulled him in and asked casually, "What are you looking at?"

Ryoma: "Mandarin books."

The door of the store was pushed open, and there was the crisp sound of wind chimes jingling bells overhead. There were not many people in the store. The waiter smiled and said, "Welcome. What do you need?"

I thought about it, I'm too tired of drinking milk tea in the morning, and this shop happens to have desserts or something.

Me: "I'm too tired of drinking milk tea in the morning, so I want a piece of cake."

Ryoma: "Is the cake not boring?"

Me: "What do you want?"

Ryoma glanced at the menu hanging on the wall: "Milk bar."

Waiter: "Okay. Please choose a seat and sit down. It will be ready soon."

I took Ryoma to choose the innermost seat, I sat down, and he sat across from him slowly.

I asked, "What did you bring?"

Ryoma: "Chemistry, Mandarin, English. I'm good at it because it's too simple, so I have to read it again."

Me: "Oh..."

I stopped talking, and I opened the collection of math problems, planning to do them all again.

Ryoma looked down at the English, did not speak, fell silent.

……

"Your cake and milk." The waiter brought it up.

Me: "Thank you."

"you are welcome."

After the waiter left, I dug a bit of the chocolate-flavored cake with a small spoon and put it in my mouth. A sweet and greasy taste exploded in my mouth.

Others may feel tired, but it is just right for me, a person who likes sugar and sweetness.

Me: "Delicious."

While digging the cake and reading a book, I finished eating in a while.

Ryoma took a sip of milk expressionlessly, and he licked away the milk stains left on his lips at will.

Keep reading.

……

Seeing the time for lunch, I closed my notebook: "I'm hungry."

The milk in the glass at Ryoma's hand was already empty, he looked up and wanted to say something, but shut up as if something stopped him.

His cat eyes were staring straight at me.

I was waiting for his answer: "?"

Me: "What are you looking at?"

Ryoma suddenly laughed and pointed to his forehead: "How bad is your sleeping position?"

I realized that it might be the problem with the lock of hair in the morning, and when I touched it, it really turned up.

While holding it down, I said unhappily, "Don't laugh."

Ryoma stopped laughing, but his face was obviously still smiling at me: "Okay, what are you going to do?"

I hesitated: "...let's stick it with water again."

There is a public sink behind the milk tea shop. I walked over to look at the mirror on the sink.

Still the same as this morning...

Ryoma didn't look at the mirror, but looked at me from the side, smiling sullenly.

Me: "...don't laugh."

For the second time, I dipped my fingers in the water under the faucet, turned it off smoothly, and then pressed the black hair on my forehead.

After a few seconds, I let go. In the mirror, the weight of the water was obviously stuck, but the strand of hair was still stubbornly curled up.

Why do I!?"

"Just pressing it won't work." Longma looked at it, stretched out his hand to get wet, and then turned off the faucet, the cat's eyes narrowed slightly, "Let me try."

I whispered: "Can you do it?"

Ryoma: "Do you think my hair won't curl up? Well... Although it's not as much as yours. Is your sleeping position too bad?"

As he said, he curled the hair on my forehead with his wet fingers, and I met Ryoma's eyes that were close at hand.

I said decisively, "No. It's just this time."

Ryoma seemed to roll my hair inwards, wrapped it around his fingertips, and said casually: "Is that so? You haven't kicked the quilt since you went to junior high school, right?"

"..." I felt guilty for a second, "No."

In fact, I kicked it, but it was definitely because it was too hot to cover the quilt at night. I woke up from freezing in the middle of the night a few times.

Ryoma sneered, and stared at my forehead with lowered eyes: "I remember you kicked in elementary school, didn't you?"

I:"……"

As soon as he said it, I remembered that when Ryoma was still in the United States, I caught a cold because of kicking the quilt, and I complained to him.

Young and ignorant, they talk about everything.

Me: "... Anyway, not now."

Just in case he would continue to say sarcasm, I hurriedly urged: "Is it alright?"

Ryoma: "Okay."

He slowly untied the black hair wrapped around his fingertips, I waited quietly, Ryoma's amber eyes that were originally looking at my hair turned to stare at me at some point.

I stared at him inexplicably.

In the last circle, the thin black hair was about to slip from the boy's fingers, Ryoma blinked and suddenly approached.

I didn't move, just stared at him.

In the next second, the wet hair was firmly attached to the forehead, which was cold, and at the same time, the heat from the lips was also transmitted, which was soft.

In just a split second, Ryoma kissed and then moved away. He paused for a second: "It's so sweet."

It's cake flavor.

I also frowned, just a swipe, but my nose could smell the milky smell on his mouth strangely: "I haven't mentioned your milky smell yet."

Ryoma: "..."

***

After I finished my hair, I went out to eat. I thought for a long time: "Let's eat anything, how about curry?"

Ryoma: "Yes."

So we found a curry shop and quickly ate and left.

When I came out, I touched my stomach, and felt uncomfortable when I wanted to burp but couldn't: "..."

In the afternoon, I ordered a cup of milk tea to review at the milk tea shop as usual.

I will also ask Ryoma English in the middle of the journey——no question, no question.

Ryoma would casually point to the titles in my book: "You're confusing them, they don't go together at all..."

Me: "Oh."

I just keep reading, and I have occasional problems. It's approaching six o'clock, and we should leave.

I packed my schoolbag and put the study materials on the table into it. The corner of the book I picked up touched Ryoma's math draft. He had already packed it up and picked it up leisurely.

"Your draft—" he stopped, Hu Potong just glanced at it casually and then stopped.

I didn't find anything, I stretched out my hand: "Oh thank you..."

Ryoma raised his eyes, I stretched out my hand to grab one end of the draft book, and brought it over... Can't I get it?

I frowned: "What are you doing, let go."

Longma was silent for a while, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips maliciously: "Ewha, what did you write about?"

I was taken aback, and looked at the draft book he was holding down: "What..."

I:"!"

My heart skipped a beat, I swallowed when I met Ryoma's eyes with a wicked smile, and looked at the draft again.

In addition to countless calculation formulas written on it, there is also the name of "Echizen Ryoma" squeezed inside.

I:"……"

I swore I would never scribble on my scratchpad again.

The writing can be vaguely seen.

——"Echizen"

——"Dragon Horse"

——"Echizen Ryoma"

——“Playing tennis?”

By the way, I also drew a tennis ball - drawn with compasses.

My face started to heat up, Ryoma smiled and said: "Eh - I didn't even know you would miss me in private. I thought you were heartless."

I:"……"

This boyfriend obviously thought I was a girl who "unconsciously wrote the name of my sweetheart on the draft pad because of my heartbeat".

But I am not.

As long as he turns the next page, he can see the abstract stick figure I drew, and the crude cartoon of "Echizen" being beaten by "Echizen" with a tennis ball.

In order for people to recognize it, I also wrote "Echizen Ryoma" next to the stick figure, and then used the arrow to lead it.

I swallowed nervously: "..."

He rested his chin with one hand, and his cat eyes reflected my appearance: "Ewha?"

I come to my senses.

I don't want him to find out the "shame imagining picture of me beating him violently with a tennis ball" in the back.

I reluctantly said, "You... what did you see?"

Long Ma knowingly asked, "What?"

I:"……"

This guy is sometimes a tsundere who doesn't mean what he says, and sometimes he is a bad straight ball player.

He is so focused on tennis that he doesn't care about everything around him, that's why he creates the illusion of low EQ—in fact!I've been with him for so long and I understand that as long as Ryoma is willing, he can handle interpersonal relationships very well.

Echizen Ryoma has become a dumb kid with low EQ in the eyes of others simply because he ignores or doesn't care about everything!

When he got his attention, it wasn't that he couldn't speak at all, but he was a thorough actionist.

He is not bad at all in being careful, observant, and actionable.

My mind was in a mess, I just wanted to get back the draft, and blurted out: "Then you say me, you are the one who has been thinking about me in private! Otherwise, why the keychain has been put in the tennis bag instead of being used!"

"!" Long Ma was startled and relaxed, and I took the opportunity to take it back.

Put it in your bag immediately.

Ryoma seemed to remember the memory loss, and his eyes flickered for a moment: "...Don't be kidding. Who has been missing you in private."

I thought about it: "Then where did you put the frog doll I gave you?"

Put it on the bed.Long Ma paused, of course he couldn't tell the truth: "Just put it on the table."

Me: "Oh."

After putting away the draft book, I felt much more at ease, stood up and stopped talking about this topic: "Let's go."

Ryoma also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief quietly, "Yeah."

I said goodbye to him: "Come on at the end of the term."

"You too, don't lose the chain." Ryoma resumed his previous attitude and waved, "Goodbye."

Me: "Goodbye."

After the goodbye, he stood still and I didn't move.

I:"?"

Ryoma looked at me, and I looked at him, the setting sun was dimly red.

I don't know what this delicate atmosphere is, anyway, I hesitated: "Do you want me to encourage you?"

Ryoma: "...huh?"

Before he finished speaking, I moved closer and kissed him sideways as usual: "Come on at the end of the semester."

Ryoma's eyes widened for a moment, and after he realized his reaction, he hummed slowly.

He was dumbfounded, and I couldn't help laughing out loud.

Seeing me smiling, Ryoma frowned: "Are you laughing at me?"

Me: "Pfft, no? Hahaha."

"..." Ryoma was silent for a moment, the awkward emotion disappeared, he leaned closer and kissed my face not to be outdone, and because he was so hard, I felt his nose pressed my cheek.

Ryoma straightened up after the kiss: "Same. And I'm even harder."

ah?What is this comparing?

I was taken aback, regained my senses, and said dissatisfied: "Then I can do it too."

I kissed his face more vigorously, in the wrong direction, not far below his eyes, and Ryoma's eyes closed involuntarily.

Me: "Okay, I'm the best."

"...huh?" Ryoma covered his face and was blushing, but subconsciously refuted when he heard my words.

I immediately covered my whole face with my hands and only showed my eyes to look at him: "No kiss, so I won in the end."

Ryoma: "..."

Ryoma: "Are you an idiot?"

Long Ma paused and said, "How is this different from those who take away the playing field for fear of losing?"

I ignored him and went upstairs by myself: "It's not a tennis match, bye bye bye!"

Ryoma: "..."

***

The final exam is coming soon, and the days of the exam pass quickly. When I finished the last exam, I let out a long sigh of relief.

It's finally over!

There was a long school holiday, and I went home light and slept for a few days. When Ryoma sent a message, I vaguely remembered that I still had a boyfriend.

[Ewha: What's wrong? ]

[Ryoma: I thought you would ask "Who are you". ]

[Ewha: ...]

I feel guilty for a few seconds.

Ryoma on the opposite side sent the next message soon.

[Ryoma: Tonight, is the fireworks display coming?I have something to tell you. ]

Fireworks show?

I readily agreed.

[Ewha: Good!See you tonight! ]

[Ryoma: Yes. ]

The author has something to say: Fireworks Conference

Ryoma (I'm awkward: I'm going to participate in the U17, if you have nothing to do...you can call...except for training time.

Ewha: Oh, good.

U17:

Ryoma:?

Ryoma: ... Where are you?