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◎Tennis is dangerous! ◎

He promised too quickly, Xi Dao really thought about it, and felt that he had nothing to tell him.

She was about to let go of the protective net——Echizen Ryuya asked, "Is there anything else?"

Mari Nishijima: "What else?"

She looked at Echizen Ryuya blankly.

Echizen Ryuya stretched out his hand to grab the protective fence, and pulled towards him.The sunken protective net couldn't bear his strength at all, and he easily pulled it back to its original position.

Mari Nishijima, who was still holding on to the protective net and did not let go, was also dragged a step forward.She couldn't stand still, her forehead hit the protective net, her expression was still dazed.

Echizen Ryuya was also pulled closer together with the protective net.

Through the protective net, his forehead was pressed against Mari Nishijima's forehead—his forehead was even hotter, and his sweat-soaked hair was against Mari Nishijima's eyebrows and browbones.

The sunlight was blocked by the too tall Echizen Ryuya, when she raised her eyes, she could only see the amber cat's eyes that were close at hand.

He smelled of sunlight and orange peel.

Mari Nishijima let go of the protective net, stepped back, and rubbed his painful forehead.

The protective net is built outdoors, and it is exposed to wind and rain all year round, so it will naturally not be clean.She just bumped into it, leaving a grid-shaped mark of the protective net on her white forehead.

Mari Nishijima didn't notice it, and rubbed it with his hands indiscriminately, and the back of his hands and fingers were also stained with gray dust.

Echizen Ryuya pointed to the exit in front: "Where shall we meet together? I just happened to be going to the vegetable market to buy vegetables."

Mari Nishijima basically doesn't cook.Most of the time, she relies on supermarket lunches and takeaways for three meals, and occasionally goes to neighbor Nozaki's house to grab a meal.

Today's breakfast and bento have used up the few ingredients in the refrigerator.

She turned and walked briskly toward the front door.The sun's rays, divided by leaves and protective nets, rolled on her shoulders like sweet beeswax.

Echizen Ryuya lowered his eyes, with a smile on his lips.

The little gangster who had just received the ball ran over and looked at him in awe: "Brother Yue, Echizen...well, do you still want the basketball?"

Echizen Longya turned around and waved his hands without looking back: "I'll see you off."

"Don't play tennis on the basketball court next time."

There are vegetable and fresh food sections in the medium-sized supermarkets near the community.But Mari Nishijima doesn't like to cook, so she has never patronized.

The moment he walked into the supermarket, the cool air from the air conditioner made Mari Nishijima sigh comfortably.She wanted to greet Echizen Ryuya, but when she turned her head, she saw Echizen Ryuya shopping at the counter.

He paid quickly and walked back.

Mari Nishijima: "What did you buy?"

"this."

Echizen Ryuya raised a pack of tissues in his hand, and waved it in front of Mari Nishijima.He unpacked it and took out a clean facial tissue from it: "You got dirty on your forehead, close your eyes."

Mari Nishijima slowly closed his eyes, and felt the soft roll of tissue paper on his forehead.

Echizen Ryuya lowered his eyes and carefully wiped off the marks on Nishijima Mari's forehead.He curled up his finger, and poked Nishijima Mari two or three centimeters above the eyebrows with his fingertips.

There was a pinkish-white scar there, which was usually covered by Mari Nishijima's bangs.

When he met Xidao Zhenzhen by the sea, he was lying on the beach with rough gravel stuck to his eyelids, and his vision was divided into squares of unknown meaning by the blue-purple sunset.

Until Mari Nishijima bent down and looked at him.

Her bangs were blown up by the sea breeze, her eyes were as harmless as a deer, and there was a light mark on her forehead.

The light of the sunset softly penetrated through the gaps in her skirt.The sea water rushed over her knees, and the cracked algae splashed the green light.

"I didn't mean to...sorry."

She said apologetically, and quietly hid her wand behind her back.

She thought it was a first meeting—but it wasn't.Echizen Ryuya thought: Maybe it's fate.

Do you believe in fate?

Fate makes me meet you every time when I am most confused.

I believe this is fate, just like the moon pulls the tide of the sea, your influence on me is like an elusive and inescapable fate.

Mari Nishijima opened her eyes, suspicious: "Haven't you wiped it clean? You're not kidding me, are you?"

Echizen Ryuya showed her the dusted paper towel, saying that he did not lie.Nishijima Mari looked at the dirty paper towel in his hand, and couldn't refute immediately.

She touched her forehead that was rubbed red, and muttered: "Then you have rubbed it for too long..."

Echizen Longya pointed his eyebrows with his fingers, and said, "Just now I saw a scar on Zhenzhen Jiang's forehead, how did that come from?"

"Ah, are you talking about this?" Mari Nishijima touched his forehead, and his fingers easily touched the uneven skin, "It was left by someone hitting his forehead with a tennis ball when he was a child."

"So, tennis is really a very dangerous sport...the kind that can really kill people."

She emphasized the latter sentence with a heavy tone.

Echizen Longya raised his eyebrows: "Could it be that the guy playing tennis is too bad to hit someone? If you were a professional tennis player with good tennis skills, you wouldn't make such low-level mistakes, right?"

Xi Daozhen's face was full of pain: "No, Long Yajun——"

"First of all, a tennis player with poor skills can at most throw a bag on my head, which is better. But a professional player can really throw me into the ICU."

"This is my personal experience. Stay away from tennis and stay safe."

"..."

Echizen Ryuya quickly changed the subject: "Do you want sea bream for dinner?"

Mari Nishijima touched his forehead, and replied absent-mindedly: "It's all right, I'm not picky."

She felt that she didn't cook anyway, so she completely handed over the power of grocery shopping to Echizen Ryuya, and took out her mobile phone to send messages while walking.

Mari Nishijima is sending a message to the manager of the tennis department, and wants to ask the other party to help him take some photos on the day of the regional competition; a few chats with Ryuya Echizen today made Mari Nishijima more convinced of the horror of tennis.

For the sake of his own safety, Nishijima Mari felt that it was better not to venture into the arena.At most, I can help take a few photos outside the venue.

Before the game, first interview the tennis team members, and conduct supplementary interviews after the game, so that the tasks of the news department can be dealt with.

Mari Nishijima is very earnestly begging the manager of the tennis department to take pictures for herself on the line.

Suddenly her neck tightened, she raised her head in a daze, and saw Echizen Longya hooking her collar with her fingers.

Nishijima Mari raised her head: "...Long Ya-kun?"

Echizen Ryuya reminded her: "The front is the water tank."

Mari Nishijima turned to look forward, and the huge water tank was only about [-] centimeters away from her.She just needs to take one more step forward, and she can hit it.

A moray eel swam past her indifferently, its long tail flicking away from the current.

Echizen Longya leaned slightly, and relying on her height, took the mobile phone from her palm and put it in her school uniform pocket: "Truth-chan, from now on, walk seriously. If I find out that you are secretly playing with your mobile phone, I will confiscate it." oh?"

Mari Nishijima: "...I see."

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