season sakura story

The video is about 15 minutes long, and the content in it is the game video clips shot in the Tokyo area qualifiers, with other materials and text descriptions interspersed in the middle. All are expressed either in pictures or in words.

After everyone finished watching, there was a moment of silence.

Perhaps it is always moving and exciting that hard work and achievements are recognized in this form.

"Who made this video?" Someone asked.

"Aren't you particularly moved?" Hase-senpai asked with a smile on her face, and then clapped her hands excitedly, her voice hard to hide her joy, "I knew this was a special surprise at the end, and you all would like it."

"Senior Hase, did you make this video?" Everyone appeared in it, but there was no picture of Ms Hase.

Hase-senpai waved her hand, "It's not me, it's not me." She looked at the more puzzled eyes of the team members after she finished speaking, and explained, "Actually, I don't know who it is, so I put it in a small box and put it in the I was at the desk that I usually use in the tennis club, but no one admitted to me when I asked, and I didn’t see who it was when I checked the surveillance video.”

"Then why there are pictures of other people who didn't go to the competition scene in the video, but there is no word or picture about Miss Hase?" Ninzu asked.

"That's right, it's possible that the video editor didn't edit himself in." Akutagawa Jirou patted his head and said.

Hase-senpai saw that everyone looked at her as if she did it without embarrassment, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, "I will definitely admit what I did. This is really not the case."

Seeing Senior Hase's affirmative expression, everyone hesitated for a while.

"Let's toast to Hase-senpai." I picked up the glass on the table and handed Hase-senpai's to her.

She took the cup, and it took a while to realize, "Hey, this is really not me, what are you doing to me..."

"Then thank you Hase-senpai for giving this to us as the last surprise." I changed my words.

"That's right." Everyone stopped worrying about who made the video, and started to encourage each other instead.

I slightly touched Hase-senpai's cup, and took a sip of the drink, but my heart was relieved.

Looking at someone's relaxed expression, Atobe's eyes flickered slightly.

The atmosphere driven by the video played made everyone quarrel in the box for another hour, and they went home at ten o'clock.Atobe's car was only carrying Shinobu, Hase-senpai, and me.Sending the two girls back was something Atobe would definitely do as a minister and a gentleman. As for Shinobu, he said he was on the way and sat up.

Hase-senpai is lively and cheerful. With her in the car, the atmosphere will not be silent and a little awkward like when I was in the car alone with the two of them.The senior sister was talking almost all the time, and the topic would allow the other three of us to get in on it. The chat was lively on the way, especially Ninzu was also very good at talking.

In the end, I don’t know why the conversation revolved around the topic of who made the video.Hase-senpai repeatedly emphasized that she was not the one who made the video, and said with a smile, "Who loves the Bingdi Tennis Club so deeply, and does not leave a name for doing good deeds."

Hase-senpai was also puzzled, "Yeah, I also think it's too strange. I asked people who might have seen the surveillance before, but no one admitted and didn't find out who it was."

Renzu smiled and said, "Almost everyone has the camera on purpose, but Miss Hase-senpai is missing. Is this intentional?"

"Oda, is that you?" Hase-senpai looked at the silent Oda beside her and asked, "That video was almost all shot by you."

"Sister, I don't have that much time to spare." I closed my eyes and pretended to rest.

Chang Gu turned his head and looked ahead, and muttered, "That's right, you're so busy, you probably don't have time to do this." He murmured doubtfully, "Then who is it?"

"Maybe it was done by other members of the tennis club, or someone who likes the Ice Emperor tennis team. If you don't want to leave a name, it's all right. We think so much about what to do." My voice slowed down as if I was about to fall asleep.

Hase-senpai patted her head, "That's right. Since others don't want to be known, then asking the truth will defeat the other party's original intention." After a long silence, she continued in a low voice, "But I still want to know, thank you at any rate."

Relenting to adjust his glasses, he felt a little inquisitive, "This is strange, who would do such a thing and not admit it?" It's too unreasonable.

Atobe glanced at Oda, who was resting with his eyes closed, from the corner of his eye, and then turned his gaze out of the window, "There must be such a strange person." There is no reasonable reason to explain the behavior of the other party.

The discussion on this issue died down, and I let myself go to sleep.When I woke up again, I found that Hase-senpai and Renzu had got out of the car at some point, and the car was already on the way to my house.

I just woke up from the daze I just woke up from, and Atobu asked beside me, "Have you lost anything recently?"

I paused for a moment before realizing he was asking me. "No..." Instinct answered before consciousness, but suddenly thought of something, pursed his lips, and continued, "I didn't lose anything."

"Really?" Atobe's voice couldn't tell the emotion, "Or do you think it doesn't matter, so it's okay to lose it?"

I thought about putting the two U disks in the pile of sundries yesterday at noon, and I bet myself that if the things were still in place after class in the afternoon, and they were not sent to the garbage dump with those sundries, I would send them out , sent to Qingxue as a gift.Even if you don't sign your name, you will definitely be guessed by Buer in the end, so I will admit it. Although I don't intend to give others hope, it shouldn't be considered immoral to be friends with normal contacts.If not, then forget it, just pretend that you have never done anything in return.

But when I went there yesterday evening and found that other sundries were there, but the U disk that was hidden so secretly was gone, I couldn’t say what I was feeling, I was relieved but also felt a little regretful and helpless.Maybe it should be like this, I shouldn't live here like the previous life, there are so many connections between normal people.If others are kind to me, I will just return them silently in the future, and there is no need to have a deeper bond with reciprocity.

I deepened my tone, "I didn't lose anything." After a pause, "Even if there is, it's not worth anything."

Atobe propped his head up slightly, and the girl next to him seemed to be contemplating, and he scoffed inwardly, "It's not as indifferent as what I said."

On the morning of the third day, I packed Atobe's coat in my schoolbag, which I planned to return to him during recess or when no one was paying attention.Entering the classroom, I opened the drawer, only to find that the USB flash drive that disappeared a few days ago had returned. I put my hand in the drawer, stroked the small object, and then closed the drawer behind my back.

Looking up, I saw Atobe standing next to his desk, who seemed to have just arrived.I took out the bag from my schoolbag and handed it to him, "The clothes are clean."

What he looked at was not the bag I slightly raised and handed to him, but stared slightly at my drawer, paused for a while, took the things and sat down next to me.

"Did you really not lose anything in the past few days?" Atobe asked nonchalantly.

I'm very surprised, didn't he ask this question yesterday? "No."

"Then..." Did you find it?

Atobe looked at the drawer at the same table, thinking that he opened those two USB flash drives yesterday and watched the videos inside. One was given to the Qingxue Tennis Team, and the other was given to Buer. When watching the last video, the housekeeper happened to come in Delivering coffee, Atobe somehow touched it with his hand, and wet the USB drive, but the contents inside were not destroyed.Put things in her drawer this morning.Glancing at the other party doesn't seem to cause the joy of finding it because the things came back. Maybe I happened to see her put the things among the sundries that day, and I was afraid that when she lost them and picked them up again, her intention was to throw them away.

When he thought this way, he was a little relieved, and Atobe attributed this emotion to his mentality that, as the head of the tennis department, he hoped that the students of this school would cheer for Hyotei.But after a while, a trace of irritability crept into his brows.

What does she act like?That's right, like a school girl I once saw who liked Renzuzu very much, when Renzuzu forgot to bring her bento, she returned to the classroom and found a copy lying there on the table, but she never revealed who she was.I know that school girl was accidentally seen by me when she was delivering a bento.

As for what kind of coincidence is that it must be brought every day, such a guess is probably irrelevant to Ren Zu.

But characters like the Invisible Man are always forbearing and sincerely cherished. In the past, Atobu only felt that even though this was the case, it was always a cowardly behavior.Now Oda also has the same feelings as that school girl, is he planning to become such an invisible person?

Atobe subconsciously restrained his expression a little.

Don't ask how Atobe knew that she didn't intend to sign the name, the video content method is exactly the same as the one for Bingdi, deliberately leaving out a member of the tennis club that almost everyone knows, and the one in Qingxue is very interesting. Might admit to doing this kind of good character.As for the video made for Fuji, she made it in a completely unfamiliar tone, but Atobe felt that Oda himself probably knew that she couldn't hide it from Fuji.

I watched Atobe open the bag, with a tense expression on his face, I thought something was wrong with the clothes, "What's wrong? Did the clothes not clean?"

He closed the bag, leaned back against the chair, and asked after a pause, "Can you pay for it if it's not cleaned?"

I choked, then shook my head frankly, "I can only help you wash it again until it's clean."

He squinted at me, "Are you sure I won't force others to do anything?"

"Yeah." I replied quickly.

Because Atobe asks others to do things that are within the scope of others' ability.

I heard Atobe chuckled, and the tense expression on his face was gone, and he returned to the lazy, careless but in control demeanor.

I seem to recall what he hadn't finished saying before, "You said 'that'..." What did you want to say at that time?

"It's nothing."

I looked at his expression that obviously didn't want to explain anything, and replied, "Oh."

Thinking of the understanding and gentle encouragement of Fuji's character in the video I saw yesterday, even an outsider like Atobe can feel the sincerity of his feelings. He pressed the corner of his eye, "You, Fuji who knows Qingxue very well ?”

I looked at him suspiciously, "Understood?"

"We will definitely meet in the next game. Know yourself and your enemy." Atobe rarely explained.

"You guys have competed before." I avoided the question.

"I asked now." Atobe's voice was low.

"I don't know much about tennis games." I looked at Atobe and tapped my fingers on the table slowly after listening to this sentence, and added, "But I know a little about human personality and habits." After thinking about it, I added , "But I don't think it has any effect on the game."

I saw that he still didn't speak, so he didn't add any more.

Atobe's fingers stopped, "That's right, even if I ask you, you won't say anything useful."

I didn't retort aloud.

Atobe looked at the other party's tacit expression, chuckled and said, "You two really have a good relationship."

I saw that there was not much smile on his face, and said, "I just know him." At the end, I added, "I don't think you really need to find out anything." Atobe's observation skills are much sharper than mine.

He laughed in a low voice, "That's right." Then he looked sideways at me, "My uncle will definitely win." No matter what opportunity or karma he took.

I looked up, wondering how Atobe knew that he would be playing against Fuji then, and just asked him. "Perhaps people like them who often participate in games with teams have their own reasonable calculations and guesses." I thought to myself.

Atobe laughed at himself on the way to the tennis club, why would he ask such a question.

The morning breeze was blowing, and the broken hair on the young man's forehead fluctuated slightly. He put his hands in his pockets, watched the branches float down, and then slowly fell into the hidden cherry blossoms hidden by the leaves. On his shoulders, as if he had figured something out, he chuckled lightly in his throat, and gradually quickened his pace.

So there is no attribution, so why try?