Raiders target is the sports department

Winning the Kanto Tournament, coupled with the beginning of the summer vacation and the summer festival, it is a good time for the Qinggaku Tennis Club to gather and relax no matter how you look at it.

It's just that when Eiji Kikumaru happily asked their minister to go to a group activity together, he was politely rejected.

"Also, at that time Tezuka also said "I already have an appointment with someone", why, don't you think it's strange! "

The wine-red boy with curly short hair took a bite of the apple candy in his hand, and his voice was a little more curious: "If you ask him, he won't say who it is, so it must not be from the school, right? Could it be that Tezuka has someone from another school?" girlfriend?"

"It's hard to say, and..."

The boy with black-rimmed glasses pushed his glasses, and looked in another direction with a deep expression: "And I think Oishi and Fuji-kun know a little more."

"Eh? Why wouldn't Dashi not tell me what he knew!"

"It should be because I feel that I can't expose others..., and I can now be sure that the probability of Tezuka accompanying the girl is 100%."

"what?"

Seeing Sadaharu Mikami flashing to the back of a certain booth with exceptional sensitivity, pretending to be in line, Kikumaru Eiji didn't know, so he quickly followed, and then looked in the direction of his line of sight.

When they saw Tezuka Kunimitsu and the black-haired girl next to him in a light blue yukata, the two took out their mobile phones without hesitation, and immediately sent a message to everyone.

"There is something wrong with the summer festival, come quickly!"

Suddenly feeling a chill on his back, Tezuka Kunimitsu stopped suddenly, glanced around in a small area, looked at Mu Xi who also stopped and stared, lowered his head and said softly: "Sorry, I feel like I saw an acquaintance just now. .”

"Would you like to say hello, Tezuka-kun?"

"It's okay, it's an illusion."

But your current expression doesn't seem to be delusional, it's more like escaping from reality.

Even if Mu Xi didn't say it, Tezuka Kunimitsu inexplicably managed to capture the corresponding information from her eyes, which made him feel a little more guilty when he was poked in the heart: "Sorry..."

"You don't need to apologize to me. If Tezuka-kun finds it troublesome, I don't mind taking a step forward."

Probably guessing who was there, a smile flashed across Mu Xi's eyes: "It can be regarded as according to our previous plan, we go shopping separately, and we can be more free?"

"No, it's better not to be alone at night, and Mu Sang is not my trouble."

Originally not planning to leave, Tezuka Kunimitsu turned around again, walked to the shooting booth where Mu Xi wanted to go, and was about to pay, but saw Mu Xi handed over the coin for ten bullets faster than him.

When the stall owner wanted to help her pull the bolt, the black-haired girl picked up the air gun on the shooting booth with extraordinary skill, and after two clicks, she was ready to hold it flat to her chest.

"Tezuka-kun, do you want anything?"

"Uh..." Seeing the bespectacled boy, Mu Xi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and quickly returned to his expressionless expression, calmly raising the toy air gun in his hand.

After slowly adjusting the crosshair, she found the aiming notch reserved on the air gun, aimed at the balloon in front of her and immediately pulled the trigger.

If the balloons shot at the shooting booth hit ten shots out of ten, you can choose anything on the booth at will. Mu Xi nodded listening to the explosion of the balloons, quickly pulled the bolt of the gun again, and pulled the trigger for the second time.

It was originally a face that attracted extra attention, and now her quick, precise and chic movements attracted many people around the shooting booth in an instant.

While shooting the gun, Mu Xi thanked the owner of the shooting booth in the park when he was a child, and cried when he saw that he was inaccurate, so he simply told himself how to aim.

No matter how much you adjust the front sight of the toy air guns used in shooting booths, you can only slightly deviate the trajectory of the bullets.

Moreover, there is a small gap on the body of the gun. As long as the eyesight, the small gap, and the front aiming point are connected together, there is basically not much difference.

After being reminded by the proprietress, when she goes to the small park to shoot balloons at the booth, she has never shot below the level of nine shots.

Of course, she didn't go to the shooting booth for prizes, she just thought it was fun, and it was cool to hear the balloons explode.

"Ten rounds, all hits."

A line of the wall of balloons that was quite full in front of me has suddenly disappeared. Tezuka Kunimitsu pushed his glasses silently, and was a little curious to see that she had chosen a keychain that could be exchanged for breaking five balloons: "If you don't choose anything else ?”

"No, I did it for fun, not for prizes."

Mu Xi took a fancy to this black cat keychain just now, it is very similar to the black cat that he occasionally sees in the small park next to his home, and it feels soft to the touch, even when he pinches it, he can even meow: " And that's what I was aiming for."

"Well, it's cute."

Seeing her handing over the cat pendant, Tezuka Kunimitsu was stunned, reached out and gently stroked the top of the cat's head before retracting his hand.

Mu Xi squeezed the whole pendant again, unable to take out the key, so he could only carefully put it in his handbag: "Speaking of which, are there any recommendations for food nearby?"

"Yes, can fried noodles be okay?"

Mu Xi finally couldn't hold back when he heard the word "yakisoba", and looked at Tezuka Kunimitsu even more wanting to laugh: "Do you still remember that day?"

Thinking of seeing each other in the hospital that day, and the conversation between the mother and daughter in Ms. Mu Zhao's car, Tezuka Kunimitsu hid his smile and said emphatically, "No, a coincidence."

"Don't worry, I'm fine, just fried noodles."

There are not many people at the chow mein stall, and there are quite a few seats left beside it.Mu Xi broke open the disposable chopsticks that came with the meal, and just remembered when he was about to start, and pretended to say "I started": "Today is actually my birthday. Ms. Mu Zhao should have arrived, but it's a pity that I met you in the past two days. Typhoon, flight canceled."

Of course, she received a message of blessing from Momoi Itsuki and Midorima Shintaro in the morning, and her grandparents even asked Ms. Mu Zhao to send her a red envelope.

Besides, Ms. Mu Zhao will be home tomorrow, so she doesn't think there is any harm in spending her birthday alone.

After all, I was used to being alone before, and today I can join the summer festival, which can be said to be more grand than usual.

"Um……"

“The fried noodles are delicious, it is really worth recommending.”

The aroma of fried noodles is very strong, and it is a rare soy sauce base, which is especially in line with the taste of her child in the thick oil red sauce area.

The stir-fried vegetable shreds and sporadic minced meat enriched the taste, which made Mu Xi very satisfied: "Speaking of which, will this store open after the summer festival?"

"Should, the people who come here are all nearby shops."

"Then I'll bring Ms. Mu Zhao over to look for it next time. She probably likes it too. I'll go buy a drink first. Tezuka-kun, what do you want to drink?"

After a moment of silence, Tezuka Kunimitsu chose a bottle of green tea at random, and watched her take away the remaining box of fried noodles and bring back the drink. The next second he heard Mu Xi's curious voice.

"By the way, when I went to buy drinks just now, I saw that those people next to you are your classmates?"

After sweeping around the teenagers sitting around as if they didn't care about drinking, Mu Xi blinked, sipping on the paper canned iced tea he bought just now, he was full of smiles: "They all care about you."

Wait, when did his minions come?

"When I went to buy something to drink just now, Fuji-kun greeted me."

Seeing Fuji Shusuke who was smiling and raising his hand to greet him abruptly, Kunimitsu Tezuka took a deep breath and turned his head. Although the appearance didn't change, Mu Xi knew that this was definitely a sign of the collapse of the neighbor boy in front of him.

But she could understand that she thought she was alone, but was surrounded by ambushes, and it was quite scary when she thought about it.

"Then Tezuka-kun, do you want to get rid of them?"

Get rid of them?That's really difficult, especially when there is Gan Sadahar who doesn't know where to go, it's even more difficult to get rid of them.

Seeing the silence of the boy next door, Mu Xi thinks that he sometimes thinks too much: "If you don't like it, you can say it directly. If the other party is a friend, you don't need to be patient. If you are unhappy, explain it on the spot, or you will meet again next time." Even more unhappy. Although it is a good quality to take into account the feelings of others, I think there is nothing wrong with being a little bit of yourself at this time."

She also lived in Neon Country for many years, and she also has two Neon Country friends she made in high school.

Mu Xi still remembers how relieved they would say "I envy Mu Sang, and I also like talking to you without worrying about so many things" every time they chat with him.Every time she sees Tezuka Kunimitsu like this, she really feels that the boy called "Bingshan" is very tired.

The feeling of a group of problem children under her is really indescribable - just like the basketball team in her second year of junior high school, the little girls couldn't control their mouths, and it really made the coach bald when they chattered.

"I'd love to say no."

After a moment of silence, Tezuka Kunimitsu lowered his voice, but on the surface he said as if he didn't notice anything: "Ready?"

"I'm fine, but I'm not familiar with the surrounding area, maybe you want to take me for a while?"

"Okay, there are a lot of people now, if you can, Mu Sang, it would be better for you to grab my sleeve."

"I see……"

Mu Xi replied with an understanding expression, and after simply tidying up the table, he stood up, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the nearly seven people behind him actually started to circle around, outflank the front, and still watch from the side.

"You have worked really hard as a minister. My former teammates were not so lively."

If she dared to be so lively, she would take them to practice running with the track and field team on the playground under the gratifying eyes of the coach.

Killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred, her physical fitness is not for nothing.

"cough……"

He coughed slightly in embarrassment, and before he could speak again, Tezuka Kunimitsu heard Mu Xi's last sentence: "But it's a good thing for us that he has mistakes."

"Uh……"

"Too obvious will help plan the route, and forceful persecution will lead to rebellious psychology-didn't your minister mention them?"

"No, because it's not necessary."

That's right, seeing the minister's face will automatically calm down and be obedient, which should be similar to when she was on the basketball team.

"So, are you ready?"

"Well, don't worry."

The route was also planned in his mind, and Kunimitsu Tezuka lowered his hands to watch her grab his sleeves. The same blue color was very obvious when they were intertwined together, and even made him realize that the two clothes were meant to complement each other. illusion.

"Where are we going now?"

"Follow me first."

There are more and more people in the summer festival, and the flow of people is crowded at the same time. If you don't pay attention, you may get lost.

Clutching the sleeve of Tezuka Kunimitsu's dark blue bathrobe and walking in the sea of ​​orange lights, Mu Xi stepped forward the moment he heard him speak in a low voice. There were several very familiar sounds of astonishment around.

The surrounding scenery is a little bit darker than before, there seems to be the sound of water flowing in my ears, and there is a little more tide in the wind.

After the two people's footsteps gradually slowed down and stopped, Mu Xi let go of the sleeve of the boy with glasses, and touched his hair disheveled due to the rapid running with some helplessness.

The daisy hairpin given by the clerk is still there, but the buns she braided have basically all fallen apart, except for the ones caught in the clips, the rest cannot be rescued.

"Tezuka-kun, can you hold it for me?"

"it is good."

The trotting all the way didn't make the two of them breathe messily. When Tezuka Kunimitsu took the hairpin she handed over, his fingers unconsciously brushed her fingertips, but when he looked over, he found that she didn't care too much.

The originally tied hair was messed up by the wind because of running, and it was also braided, which made her hair look a little curly.

Mu Xi simply used his fingers to untangle the tangled hair knot, and then hooked up the black rubber band that had been wrapped around his wrist, and after a simple close, tied a small braid behind his head.

"thanks……"

Just as he was about to take back the matching hair clip and put it in his bag, Mu Xi saw Tezuka Kunimitsu holding it, as if he was about to put it back on his hair again.

"This will be more convenient, and it will not be crushed."

"Well, then trouble you."

Tezuka Kunimitsu was a little surprised to hear her agree so simply, he sighed lightly, retracted his thoughts, and carefully clipped the daisy hairpin on top of her braided hair again.

Her silky hair ran across her fingertips, leaving a slight itch.The moment Tezuka Kunimitsu finished his work, he immediately withdrew his hand, seeing Mu Xi's unawareness was a bit regretful, but he was also inexplicably nervous.

"Tezuka-kun, are you alright?"

"Well, all right. And..."

Seeing how she turned around and stared into her eyes waiting for him to speak, Kunimitsu Tezuka listened to the sound of fireworks exploding in the sky, and his tone was softer than he had ever imagined.

"Happy birthday, Mu-sang."