what tennis

◎How about changing your hairstyle? ◎

Back home, Echizen Ryuya took the dishes to the kitchen for processing.

Mari Nishijima approached the kitchen door: "Do you need my help?"

Echizen Ryuya had already taken off his coat, and was wearing a pale pink apron.He was skillfully slicing the fish with a kitchen knife, and when he heard Xidao’s request, he thought for a moment and said sincerely: “Truth sauce, if you’re free, can you re-tie the apron for me? It’s loose at the back, and I’m free now.” No shot."

Mari Nishijima said without hesitation, "Okay."

She walked behind Echizen Ryuya, untied the slipknot on his lower back, and re-tie a bow seriously.

After the apron was tied tight, the young man's narrow waist looked particularly obvious.

Mari Nishijima stood where she was, lost in thought: ...the waist is so thin.It feels good for a hug.

Anyway, it's my boyfriend, so it shouldn't be illegal to hug him, right?

No no no, forget it.He is chopping vegetables, don't scare him, it will be bad if you cut your hands.

At night, Ryuya Echizen still sleeps on the sofa, and Mari Nishijima sleeps in the bedroom.

She lay in bed unable to fall asleep, turned on her phone and browsed the local forum; the most discussed topic on the forum was still the tragic death of a young girl that happened two days ago.

The murderer has not been found yet, and the place where the crime happened is in Mihua Town, the residents living in Mihua Town are inevitably a little panicked.

Mari Nishijima flipped through the forum comments and muttered softly: "Didn't Maori detectives solve cases quickly before? Why haven't they solved the case this time?"

……

The next day, at the school gate.

Mari Nishijima rarely brought a lunch box to school.

Nozaki Umetaro, who was traveling with her, was very surprised: "You also have lunch today?"

Nishijima Mari: "Yeah, it's Long Ya-kun who made me lunch."

Nozaki Umetaro stroked his chin: "Well, a perfect hero should also be perfect in cooking. I have to write this down..."

"Student Nishijima!"

Someone ran over calling Mari Nishijima's name—it was Maki Hirakawa, the manager of the tennis club.

Mari Nishijima: "Well, I have an appointment with the tennis manager to talk about things today, you go to class first, goodbye."

Nozaki Umetaro: "Goodbye."

Maki Hirakawa ran up to her and handed the staff badge hanging on the blue lace to Mari Nishijima: "This is the work badge for the infield staff. With this, you can bring the camera into the infield during the game .”

Mari Nishijima took the task card, her face wrinkled like a bitter gourd.

Maki Hirakawa found it funny, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Every time Nishijima-san enters the infield for interviews, she always has this very painful expression."

Nishijima Mari whispered: "That's because the tennis court is really scary."

Because of her father, she was fortunate enough to watch a few professional players play against each other—it was not tennis, but Nishijima's common sense of physics.

Hirakawa Maki said: "Then as agreed yesterday, I will take the photos on the field, and Nishijima-san only needs to take some photos of the entrance."

Mari Nishijima clasped his hands together and said sincerely, "Mr. Hirakawa, you are really an angel."

Hirakawa Maki smiled, a little helpless, but didn't say anything.

After the two reconfirmed the time of the game, they separated and went back to their respective classes.

When it was lunch time, Mari Nishijima was having lunch on the rooftop as usual, with Nozaki Umetaro and Mikoshiba sitting next to her.It's not that the three of them made an appointment, but it's purely because the three of them don't have any special friends, so it's always easy to run into each other every time they eat alone.

So it created the illusion that the three of them knew each other very well.

Mari Nishijima is used to playing with her mobile phone while eating, checking social news and accumulating material.

Miko Chai chewed the thick egg yakiniku in his lunch box, and started the topic on his own: "Nishijima, the junior who chased you last time confessed to the manager of the tennis department! Did you know?"

Mari Nishijima: "Oh."

Yu Zichai was dissatisfied: "You are so cold, can't you be more emotional? If you do this, the power of gossip will be greatly reduced!"

Mari Nishijima: "...Wow~"

Miko Chai continued to be dissatisfied: "You are so contrived."

"..."

Miko Chai bit his chopsticks and muttered, "But you look a lot like Pingchuan, with shoulder-length black hair and round eyes, and you look like a very good girl."

"Well, speaking of it..." Nozaki Umetaro took out his mobile phone and said seriously, "The murder victim who made a lot of noise before seems to have this type of appearance."

He clicked on the news, found the photo from the corner, enlarged it, and showed it to the two of them.

Mari Nishijima leaned over to take a look: it was the photo of the victim's student ID card. In the photo, a girl in a school uniform had shoulder-length black hair, slightly round eyes, and a standard oval face.

She had read a lot of news related to this case before, but she didn't click in carefully to see the victim's appearance.

Mari Nishijima nodded: "It's really similar, the hairstyle is exactly the same as mine...how about I dye my hair tomorrow?"

Yu Zichai: "...do you want to be hunted down by the Commission for Discipline Inspection?"

Having said that, the three obviously didn't take this coincidence to heart.

Mari Nishijima and Umetaro Nozaki, out of professional habits, recorded this association as a good meme on sticky notes.However, because the cartoons drawn by the two are classified differently, even the stories that extend from the same stalk have completely different directions.

Because the editorial department of the manga magazine that Maori Nishijima contributed to had approved her short story, and unanimously hoped that the short story could be extended into a long story.

So within this week, she has to sort out the character design and outline of the long story, hand it over to the editor at the weekend, and at the same time prepare the interview draft for the tennis club.

Tennis in their school has always been a weak event.Until this year, I don't know what kind of luck I had, but I was able to score in the countdown to the game-the school has paid more attention to the tennis department, and even the news agency has expanded a lot of pages reserved for the tennis department.

As a result, only Mari Nishijima remained among the miserable and unlucky ones.

God knows that she wanted to enter this school at first because its tennis is very good.Who knew that such a lousy tennis ball could be brought back to life quickly after she entered school... Does she have some strange tennis resurrection buff on her body?

"Huh—finally finished writing."

Throwing the automatic pen on the table, Mari Nishijima collapsed on the soft carpet, unable to get up again.

Echizen Ryuya put the brewed hot coffee on the table, and pressed Nishijima Mari's face with the back of his hand: "Thank you for your hard work, can you drink something hot?"

Mari Nishijima lay dead for a while, then struggled to get up, lay down on the table and sipped hot coffee.

After drinking the hot drink, her complexion became visibly relieved.

Echizen Ryuya: "Tomorrow is Saturday, will the editor come to pick up the draft?"

Mari Nishijima shook her head: "I don't like people coming into my room. I usually make an appointment with the editor to meet outside... Ah, by the way, Long Ya, do you want to go out?"

"Just so we can go out on a date!"

Echizen Longya raised his eyebrows, and said narrowly, "Huh? So, does Truth remember that we are in a relationship?"

"..."

Thinking of how much I really neglected Echizen Ryuya this week due to study and work, Mari Nishijima felt inexplicably guilty.

She stared down at the hot coffee on the table, and took a small sip: "My memory is actually pretty good..."

At this moment, Mari Nishijima felt like a scumbag.

After eating Echizen Ryuya's bento, breakfast and dinner for a week, he didn't help with any housework, and even asked Echizen Ryuya to sketch more than a dozen manuscripts for him.

He never paid Echizen Ryuya a salary.

The contemporary Grandet, the capitalist on earth, is actually myself!

Nishijima is enlightened.

-Complete-