what tennis

◎Also stay away from my boyfriend◎

After school in the afternoon, the news agency has a meeting.

As an important reporter of the news agency, Mari Nishijima couldn't be absent.

The president of the school, Yu Jiali, first reported the recent circulation of the school magazine and the feedback letters sent by the school students.Everyone summarized the work of the previous semester, and focused on a few interviews that were very popular.

Mari Nishijima would stand up and respond twice only when his name was called, and most of the time he would sit quietly in a corner and take notes.

Of course, the notes are not being written very seriously - after casually writing a few lines of unrelated one-line sentences, Mari Nishijima always habitually draws a few big-headed dolls with different expressions beside her.

"Oh yes, West Island."

Mari Nishijima stopped writing, raised her head, and looked at the president: "Huh?"

Yukari Nakae: "Our school tennis team has entered the top [-] in the district competition. You did the interview with them last time, right? Then when they play next time, you will also go to the scene to take a few photos, and then do it for them An interview is ready."

"The momentum of our school tennis team this year is very good. Although it feels difficult to win against those popular teams, we hope to come back with a good result."

Mari Nishijima: "... Shall I go?"

Nakae Yukari frowned: "Because you did the interview with the tennis club last time, so I thought it would be more reassuring to hand it over to you this time—do you have any inconvenient secrets?"

The eyes of the other members of the news agency also looked over.Mari Nishijima bit the bullet: "...it's nothing, just leave it to me."

……

News agency dismissed.

Mari Nishijima packed up her things and walked out of the conference room, rubbed her cheeks, frowning.

What's next?

The concept of going to the game site to interview is completely different from randomly grabbing a few members at the entrance of the tennis court to interview!As long as he thinks of groups of teenagers carrying tennis rackets inside the district competition tennis court, Mari Nishijima has already started to feel his stomach convulsing.

She pressed her stomach with one hand and rubbed it to relieve her desire to vomit.

"Student, are you okay? Do you want me to help you to the infirmary?"

I heard a strange greeting.

Mari Nishijima turned his head hesitantly, and saw a petite girl with orange hair combed into twin ponytails.

When she came into contact with Xi Dao Zhen's sight, her face suddenly became flustered, and she explained at a loss: "I think your face looks ugly...how about I help you to sit next to me?"

Mari Nishijima: "No, I'm fine, just a little heat stroke..."

"I happen to have hot water here! Well, you, would you like some hot water?"

The girl quickly took out the thermos cup from her schoolbag, handed it over with both hands, and looked at the truth of Nishijima eagerly.

"……thanks."

Mari Nishijima took the thermos, unscrewed it and took a sip of hot water.

She returned the thermos cup to the other party, and the other party hugged the thermos cup and said in a low voice: "Well, I, I am Sakura Chiyo from the next class——Nishijima-san, do you still remember me?"

Mari Nishijima: "...Hi, I'm Mari Nishijima from the class next to yours."

Sakura Chiyo: "!!!"

Supernaturally ignored my question!Also started introducing myself directly!

Sure enough, you don't remember me at all, huh huh——

Squeak, squeak.

The bicycle wheels rolled past the two of them with difficulty.

Umetaro Nozaki, who was pedaling a tandem bicycle hard, saw Mari Nishijima and greeted her by the way: "Ah, Nishijima...your friend?"

He looked at Sakura Chiyo.

Sakura Chiyo immediately became visibly nervous, and the delicate and lovely bow on her head also trembled.

Mari Nishijima: "Oh, this is Sakura Chiyo from the next class."

"Sakura-san, I'm going home, goodbye."

Sakura Chiyo stammered: "F-goodbye——"

Mari Nishijima and Nozaki Umetaro live in the same building, and of course they go in the same direction when they go home.

Although Nozaki Umetaro was riding a bicycle, but because of his lack of skill in riding a tandem bicycle, the speed of his crooked and difficult progress was actually consistent with the walking speed of Nishijima Mari.

After riding for a while, Nozaki Umetaro stopped and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It seems that riding a bicycle is not easy."

Mari Nishijima: "...Even though we live so close together, it's fine to walk, right?"

Nozaki Umetaro said seriously: "I am here to collect materials."

"Oh, by the way, you're fine anyway, Nishijima, so why don't I take you? If there's only one person riding a tandem bicycle, it's really too strenuous."

Nishijima was speechless: "If you feel that you can't pedal four wheels by yourself, you can just say it."

Having said that, Mari Nishijima accepted Nozaki Umetaro's suggestion.But she asked to change seats with Umetaro Nozaki, and Makoto Nishijima wanted to sit in the front.

Umetaro Nozaki sat in the back, pedaling his bike and asking, "Why do you want to sit in the front?"

Mari Nishijima stepped on the bicycle slowly: "Because there is wind in front, I am hot."

Umetaro Nozaki said decisively: "This can't be drawn in manga, it doesn't have any atmosphere of girl manga."

The tandem bicycle rode on the coastal road, and the salty sea breeze passed by.

The wind was hot, blowing people's hair and clothes so that they flew back as if losing weight.Umetaro Nozaki was hit in the face by the flying hair of Mari Nishijima in front, and silently passed the expectation that the hero and heroine would ride a bicycle together by the sea.

When the bicycle passed by the basketball court near the community, Nozaki Umetaro caught a glimpse of a familiar person.He tugged at the corner of Mari Nishijima's school uniform.

"Ah, Nishijima—isn't that your newly recruited assistant brother?"

Mari Nishijima stepped on the brakes urgently: "Where?"

Nozaki Umetaro pointed at the basketball court: "Here...he seems to be looking at us?"

Mari Nishijima looked towards the basketball court, and quickly found Ryuya Echizen; after all, he was so conspicuous, even if he was thrown into the crowd, he could be easily found at a glance.

Mari Nishijima dropped the bicycle: "I'll go find him—you can ride the bicycle back by yourself."

Nozaki Umetaro: "?"

One side of the open-air basketball court is against the wall, and the other three sides are separated by green-painted fences. There are only two entrances at the head and the tail.

Mari Nishijima ran across the road, right in the middle of the basketball court.

Echizen Ryuya casually threw the basketball to the boy next to him, and walked to the edge of the protective net of the basketball court unhurriedly.

He was wearing a red and white hoodie, and the raised hat cast a shadow over his handsome face.The short dark green hair was also pressed down by the brim of the hat, clinging to the forehead and browbones.

Dressed in sports style, Echizen Ryuya exuded a dangerous wild aura.

The two came face to face, separated only by a fence.

Because of being hit by balls all year round, the isolation net protrudes a lot, and the protective net in the middle has been deformed.Mari Nishijima combed her fingers through the gaps in the protective net, grabbed the protective net and pinched it: "Playing basketball?"

Echizen Longya smiled: "Idle is idle, just go downstairs and exercise."

Mari Nishijima glanced behind him, wanting to see who Echizen Ryuyato was playing basketball with—and she saw those punks playing tennis with the net in the basketball court when they had nothing to do.

"... They don't play tennis, they play basketball instead?"

Facing his girlfriend's doubtful question, Echizen Ryuya was very calm: "I don't know, they invited me to play basketball together."

Mari Nishijima hooked his finger at Echizen Ryuya through the protective net.Echizen Ryuya lazily put his hands on her slender fingers—compared with Nishijima Mari's slender and cold fingers, Echizen Ryuya's fingers were much rougher and hotter.

It should be because I have just exercised, so my hands are so hot.

Mari Nishijima said seriously: "They play tennis very fiercely, don't play with them, they are easy to be led astray."

Echizen Longya chuckled lightly, nodded: "Okay."

-Complete-