My front table is Echizen Ryoma

Chapter 9 My Front Desk is Echizen Ryoma 8

"Hmm... Fujiwara, your serving posture is not right, try to adjust it again... Come on, try it, yes, that's it, it's much better, isn't it, Echizen?"

Echizen Ryoma sat on the bench with a lazy posture. He pressed the brim of his hat and replied, "I don't know."

Takeshi Momoshiro made a calculation, this is the third question Echizen answered after he came to visit him to guide Fujiwara.

"Brat, you don't know anything, what are you doing here!"

"I said to take a look, but I didn't say that I would help you guide her."

"Really—hey, you're coming to Beishang."

Kitakami Yuki nodded to Momoshiro and Fujiwara, and when she walked past Echizen, she looked at him in surprise: "Echizen-san, when did you come here?"

"Come over after training."

"Is that so... No wonder Sakura and the others didn't find you, they thought you had been going to the toilet for so long."

"..."

Takeshi Momoshiro interjected, "The guess about going to the toilet is probably brought up by you, go north."

"Please don't expose me, senior."

Echizen said: "Senior A Tao, you don't want to guide this one anymore, do you? No matter how you look at it, it's hopeless."

"Ah?" Kitakami looked at Echizen and blinked suspiciously, "Guide...me?"

Taocheng waved her hand: "She is not from the tennis club. Didn't I say it last time in the cafeteria, Echizen, your memory seems not as good as mine."

"cut."

Seeing Echizen's embarrassment, Taocheng laughed, and said to Beishang: "If you want to join a club in Beishang, you should probably only join the Big Stomach King club."

Fujiwara reminded Taocheng in a low voice: "Senior...you seem to have a big appetite."

"Ah, but there is no way, I have already joined the tennis club, hahahahahaha."

"..."

Taocheng thought that Beishang would be as angry as he wanted, but in fact, Beishang's eyes were shining with anticipation: "Senior Taocheng, is there really such a club?"

"..."

This idiot actually took it seriously?How dare you still look at yourself with that kind of eyes!Of course I lied to you...Damn it, it seems too cruel to say it.

"This, this..." Taocheng hesitated to speak.

Echizen replied mercilessly for him at this time: "Of course there is no such club."

Bei Shang clutched his chest and stepped back a few steps, as if he had been hit hard.

"Xiaoyu, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay, I'm not a child anymore, and I have such a high IQ, of course I know that the senior just lied to me, ha, ha ha." Kitakami replied relaxedly, but it's a pity that her pale face and the ending A few dry laughs betrayed her.Firstly, it was because of the non-existent Big Stomach King Club, secondly, because she found the irony in Taocheng's words, and thirdly...she was worried about her IQ.

Kitakami Yuki's IQ is obviously super high!

"Idiot." The person next to Beishang said at this time, his voice was lazy, and the amber eyes looking at her were so beautiful that she couldn't look away. The first time she saw these eyes, she felt that she had fallen Beishang, who has never read romance novels, does not know how to describe this feeling, but Beishang is still willing to give it a try. She tried to make a metaphor, just like she has a piece of bread in her hand and the other party has a bottle of butter in her hand. ) was hopelessly attracted to him (the butter).

It seems that the theater in the head of the girl in the north has been on for too long.She stared blankly at Echizen Ryoma stood up, picked up the tennis racket from the side, and walked towards Momoshiro and Fujiwara.

Kitakami called him to stop: "Echizen classmate, may I ask, is that stupid sentence just an omitted sentence?"

Echizen looked at her puzzled.

Kitakami continued: "If a fool means 'you are a fool', it is an omitted sentence, then this sentence is finished, and my answer should be, 'You are a fool', is this answer still acceptable? Pretty cute? I remember so many cute girls in Bingdi have this tone." She paused, feeling a little sad because of the shattering of Bingdi's dream, "If it's not omitting a sentence, that idiot is what I call , People don’t call each other names for no reason, and don’t finish the rest of the sentence, do they? So, Echizen-san, do you have anything else to say to me?”

Takeshi Momoshiro rubbed his temples, and asked Fujiwara next to him in a low voice: "Fujiwara, does she often talk like this?"

Fujiwara smiled embarrassedly: "Just get used to it." Then, taking advantage of Taocheng's inattention, she secretly wiped the sweat from her forehead.

How can it be so easy to get used to this logic!

Echizen Ryoma replied lightly: "What I mean is, there is nothing to be sad about not having that kind of club. If you want to, just build one yourself."

Kitakami Yuki looked at him, half understanding.

After a moment's delay, her reaction arc began to function normally, and Kitakami nodded: "I see, it's like the 'Master Ryoma Support Club' established by Xiao Sakata. Obviously there are not many people participating, but she still looks Very happy."

Takeshi Momoshiro laughed: "Echizen, so you still have a support club, hahahaha. Beishang, do I have a 'Master Taocheng Support Club' or something?"

"No."

"..." The answer was too decisive!

"Senior A Tao, you are still far behind."

"..." Don't make up the knife at this time!

Echizen walked to the side of the tennis court at this time, holding a tennis ball in his hand.

"Fujiwara."

Rina Fujiwara heard the sound, and took a step forward in a panic: "Yes!" There was a posture of being called up by the coach during military training.

"Let me try to see the training results of Senior A Tao."

Mr. Long Ma... is planning to guide her to play? !Fujiwara Rina was flattered.

"Hey, what you said was just to watch from the sidelines? Is the coach okay?...Hey, Fujiwara, why have you passed by already!"

"I'm sorry, Taocheng senior, I really don't want to miss the opportunity to fight with Ryoma-kun!"

"……yes."

Beishang Youyou said: "You are being rejected by others, senior."

"Shut up, bastard!" Taocheng had no choice but to sit on the bench with Beishang and watch.

Kitakami watched the match between the two, and unconsciously, he focused all his eyes on Echizen.

Looking at it, her vision began to blur, she rubbed her eyes, and when she looked again, her eyes fell on Echizen's hat, and what Tomaka said in the afternoon echoed in her ears.

"Hey, don't you know Yuki? Master Ryoma always wears it."

Yeah, she didn't know, she didn't know anything about Echizen Ryoma on the tennis court.

The sunset in the evening cast a warm glow on the two people on the court, but this scene was a bit dazzling in her eyes.

Because, that is another world.

Seeing Echizen serve a ball to Fujiwara, she blurted out, "Is that an outspin serve?"

She was eager to say something, about tennis, to prove that she understood.

Taocheng smiled and said, "Haha, how is that possible? That's just an ordinary serve, not an outspin serve. Besides, how could Echizen use that kind of ball against Fujiwara? Fujiwara is still a beginner!"

She guessed wrong, and her plan to pretend to be that world fell through.

"So, what does a real outspin serve look like?" she asked timidly.

"How do I describe this, um, the ball is spinning all the time, and then hits quickly towards the receiver, um, it doesn't seem very clear to say this - wait, I'll show you if I hit the ball earlier .” Taocheng waved at Echizen on the tennis court, “Echizen, play a spin serve and have a look!”

Echizen squinted at Taocheng: "Senior, are you bored?"

Takeshi Momoshiro felt deeply that he had failed as a senior.

He had no choice but to say to Beishang, "The next time you play, you can come and see, and also take a look at my smash, it's amazing, hahahaha."

Kitakami clenched her fists, she felt her body was cold, the word tennis was too unfamiliar to her. "There is no way, I have no way to watch your game."

Taocheng wondered: "Why?"

"I don't know anything about tennis. It's not in the same world at all."

After hearing this, Taocheng stretched out his hand and knocked her on the head, "What's the reason? After watching for a long time, you will know. What is not in the same world, your front desk is Echizen, your good friend is Fujiwara, and my good brother Ah, the three of us are all masters in the tennis world... well, Fujiwara will be sooner or later."

Kitakami frowned and corrected him: "It's a sister."

"Hey! I was still arguing just now, why are you serious in this kind of place now!" Taocheng made a gesture to knock her again, but put down his hand halfway, he thought, this guy's head is not very good in the first place.

Beishang obviously understood another meaning.This is... the first time that Momoshiro Takeshi has shown a bit of quality of pity and tenderness!

Feeling deeply that she has such a good sister, Kitakami was so moved that she almost cried, but unfortunately there was no one around to take pictures. She promised Fujiwara that if she cried, she would take pictures and show them to her as soon as possible.

Hey, no, Fujiwara is here, you can cry, um, you can't cry.

Kitakami Yuki's heavy mood suddenly improved.She guessed that all this was due to Takeshi Momoshiro.

She looked at him gratefully, and said seriously: "Next time, I will watch your game, thank you, Senior Taocheng."

——If this sentence ends here, Taocheng may change his mind about Beishang in the future.

However, she continued: "Although, I'm really not interested in your smash. Just hearing the name makes me feel super inferior."

"..."

The author has something to say:

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I made up the series yesterday, and finished "Noragami" and "Danwan Lunpa"

I stayed up all night to make up...

So I slept for a long time today...

just to update.

However, I will guarantee daily updates~w.

Thank you for collecting and commenting on all kinds of girls.What a da~.

[The cover of the tea shop is ready~ I'm so happy~ As a result, Jinjiang pulled it, I couldn't see it anymore! o( ̄ヘ ̄o#)]

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