what tennis

◎It can also be used as fun◎

Walking all the way home, Nishijima Mari felt the temperature on her face gradually recede.

After entering the door, she took off the white baseball cap on her head and put it on the sofa.Although it was a false alarm, Nishijima Mari was indeed frightened; otherwise, she should have noticed that there was an embroidery pattern of the letter 'R' in the center of the hat that her boyfriend put on her casually.

It was exactly the same as the hat worn by the freshman in the Qinggaku Tennis Club.

For the interview that ended today, Mari Nishijima planned to organize the manuscript and photos in the evening and hand it over to the minister tomorrow.

She first printed out the documents of the interview records, and then poured the photos on the table to classify before and after the game and during the game.Not all of these photos can be published in the school magazine, and the minister will need to select and choose the photos.

While sorting out the photos, Mari Nishijima accidentally found a special photo——

It is a photo taken by the tennis manager Maki Hirakawa in the playing field.

Because the photos were taken during the competition, it is normal to occasionally take pictures of people from other schools.But the photo that caught Shinji Nishijima’s attention didn’t look like a snapshot: the photo was obviously taken through a green protective net. In the photo, the blond-haired and blue-eyed teenager was facing the camera sideways, holding a tennis racket in one hand and a racquet in the other. Sipping a soda, talking to someone.

Mari Nishijima picked out the photo and said to himself in confusion: "Foreigner?"

There must be no foreigners in their school team.

There are no foreigners in the youth school team.

What's with this picture?

There is no way to give this photo to the minister.Mari Nishijima simply took out the photo and sent it to Maki Hirakawa after taking the photo.

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Mari Nishijima: Hirakawa-san, is this photo a mistake?

Maki Hirakawa: Woohoo!Accidentally mixed this one in too...sorry!This is not a competition photo, can I trouble Nishijima to take it and return it to me tomorrow?

Nishijima truth: good.

Maki Hirakawa: Isn’t Nishijima curious?

Mari Nishijima: ...Shouldn't you be a member of today's competition?

Maki Hirakawa: No~ It's a foreign member of the international tennis exchange next door!super handsome!He accidentally found out when I was secretly filming today, and he was not angry, and even exchanged contact information with me, hehehe. 】

Mari Nishijima remembered that there was indeed news recently that an international tennis exchange match was being held in Timihua Town.Didn't expect to use the same gymnasium as the regional competition?

It's true that everything can be a tennis game...even love cannot escape the destruction of tennis players.

She picked out the photo and inserted it into one of the pages of the Chinese textbook, planning to return the photo to Maki Hirakawa when she went to school tomorrow.

It was almost twelve o'clock when Nishijima finished finishing the manuscript, and then finished today's homework.She stuffed all the materials and homework into her schoolbag, yawned and went out to wash up.

The living room lights were turned off, and Echizen Ryuya on the sofa seemed to be fast asleep.

Mari Nishijima finished washing lightly, then walked lightly to the sofa and squatted down.She knew she should go back to her room and go to bed now—because there was class tomorrow.

Although the lights were not turned on, there was still some faint light in the living room.There is no absolute darkness in the city, so Mari Nishijima can still see Echizen Ryuya's face clearly when the lights are turned off.

His dark green hair was a little messed up in sleep, the tips of his hair curled up, and his eyes were securely closed.

The thin lips that were always smiling were now straightened smoothly.

The faint light brushed over his drooping eyelashes, high and straight nose bridge, and soft hair.

Nishijima Mari lay on her stomach and watched for a while, then approached cautiously—so close that she could feel Ryuya Echizen's breathing, and she stopped.

This distance was enough for her to see Echizen Ryuya's face clearly, and she could even smell a bit of clean and pleasant-smelling shampoo.The smell is the same as the shampoo Nishijima Mari uses.

Mari Nishijima could feel her face start to heat up, she unconsciously held down her heart, the sound of heartbeat was especially obvious in the middle of the night.

It seems... after breaking away from the suspension bridge effect, you will also be moved?

Echizen Longya's eyes, which were closed steadily, suddenly opened, and the dark amber pupils shimmered.

Mari Nishijima was startled, her eyes widened.But after being frightened, he didn't realize that he should run away immediately, or retreat.

The two still kept such a dangerous distance, breathing could be heard, and the ends of their hair hanging on the bed overlapped.

Echizen Ryuya smiled again.He always smiled narrowly, with the tails of his eyes raised, and his voice was hoarse from sleep: "Truth sauce, are you... a night raid?"

Mari Nishijima: "—No."

She propped her hands on the edge of the sofa and stood up, her cheeks were obviously red in the night.

"I'm going back to bed, and you go to bed early too...good night."

"Good night."

Mari Nishijima ran back to the room in a somewhat cramped footsteps, and even his back showed a bit of panic.

The smile on Echizen Ryuya's face slowly faded.He touched his lips, nose, and the corners of his eyes—Of course Echizen Ryuya knew how dominant his face was.

Just like the joke he once made with Mari Nishijima before: If you eat with this face, you will never starve to death.

"Do you want to be more restrained?" Talking to himself, Echizen Ryuya sighed, "How should I do it?"

Mari Nishijima, who didn't sleep well last night and even had a nightmare, went to class the next day with two dark circles under her eyes as a matter of course.

There was a Chinese class in the morning, but when Mari Nishijima opened her schoolbag, she couldn't find her Chinese textbook.She tried to recall whether she put the textbooks into her schoolbag last night - but after recalling for a long time, she still had no memory, and the more she recalled, the more headache she had.

In the end, Nishijima Mari and his deskmate made do with the same book.

After class, she first went to the news agency to post interviews and photos.

During the lunch break, the editor sent a message to Mari Nishijima, and confirmed with her the time when the new work will officially start serialization.

"...next Sunday?" Nishijima Mari clicked on the schedule and looked, "There is a comic exhibition this Saturday, and next week happens to be the exam week... It's not a good time schedule."

"Nozaki, when is your next submission date?"

Nozaki Umetaro, who was holding a lunch box next to him, had a sad face: "Next Sunday."

Mari Nishijima: "...I've never wished so much for this manga magazine to be monthly."

Nozaki Umetaro: "I agree."

To complain is to complain, Nishidao Truth will never delay the work that should be done.

Just like when playing games, even if you know you may lose, you must persist in finishing the BE line. Mari Nishijima treats work with the same serious attitude.It is precisely because of this that she has become good friends with Nozaki Umetaro who is also serious.

In the afternoon, the tennis manager Maki Hirakawa came to Mari Nishijima to get the photo, but because Mari Nishijima forgot the Chinese textbook with the photo at home, I had to make an apology with Maki Hirakawa to give her the photo next week .

Returning home after a day of classes, Mari Nishidao threw away her schoolbag, threw herself on the thick carpet, and lay down pretending to be dead.

Mari Nishijima, who was lying down, felt her shoulder was poked.

She turned her head and saw Echizen Ryuya squatting in front of her.Nishijima sighed in a trance: "It's good not to go to school, it's good to be unemployed."

Echizen Ryuya was amused by her speech, her big cat-like pupils curled up: "Does Truth-chan also want to be a vagrant?"

Nishijima Mari: "No, just to sigh, in fact, I still prefer to draw, help me up, I can still draw!"

She just said it casually.

But Echizen Ryuya seemed to be serious, bent down and picked her up from the carpet; the moment his body was suspended in the air, Nishijima Mari was stunned.

She hugged Echizen Ryuya's neck subconsciously, and looked at Echizen Ryuya with her round and soft eyes in astonishment.

But Echizen Ryuya's expression was very natural.It's as if it wasn't the first time he hugged Nishijima; the arms around Nishishima's shoulders and legs conveyed the active heat of the young man, and those muscles tensed due to exertion—

It is different from the ordinary male students that Mari Nishijima comes into contact with on a daily basis.

Every inch of Echizen Ryuya's muscles has a neat and full sense of strength, but at the same time it is not overly exaggerated.

The thin and tall young man, and the calm and sharp youth converge on Echizen Ryuya at the same time, creating a fatal attraction.

Nishijima raised his head and could only see his tight jaw and the obvious Adam's apple in the shadow of his neck.As he walked, the obvious Adam's apple moved up and down with the swallowing movement-Mari Nishijima felt his heart pounding along with it.

Mari Nishijima suddenly felt that he could understand why those young boys liked the beautiful older sister.

Because it's hard for a young girl to refuse a beautiful older brother!

Echizen Ryuya carried her to the soft chair in front of the workbench and put her down, and thoughtfully stuffed the painting brush into the palm of Mari Nishijima.

"Okay, let's start drawing."

"..."

Mari Nishijima turned the paintbrush in his hand, and looked away from him with a guilty conscience: "Actually, I just said it casually just now."

Echizen Ryuya: "Huh?"

Mari Nishijima continued to turn the pen, her eyes wandering: "I originally planned to start on Sunday."

Echizen Ryuya: "Hmm..."

A single modal particle makes it difficult for Nishijima Mari to judge the other party's thoughts.

She had to turn her eyes to Echizen Ryuya's face again, but she saw Echizen Ryuya smiling.A pleasant kind of laugh, like a bad boy who just finished a prank.

Mari Nishijima stopped turning the pen, and simply lay down on the table, murmured in a low voice: "Besides, there will be a comic exhibition tomorrow, and I have to go to the stage, so I have to decide on the clothes and makeup tonight. I really don't have time to draw..."

She tried to explain to Echizen Ryuya that she wasn't trying to be lazy.

Then Echizen Ryuya laughed even harder.He held Nishijima Mari's face in both hands, and squeezed it in a little harder - the soft flesh on the girl's cheeks was pinched a little blush, and her round eyes looked blankly at Echizen Ryuya.

Something seems wrong.

But there was nothing wrong with Nishijima Mari.

Echizen Longya pinched her face: "Shizhen-chan, can't you really see it?"

Nishijima Mari was at a loss: "... What do you see?"

Because her face was pinched, Nishijima Mari's speech also became slurred.But she has a good temper, because Echizen Ryuya didn't pinch her, so she wasn't angry at all.

Echizen Longya let go of his hand, touched the reddish finger marks on the girl's face with his fingertips, and smiled lightly: "Didn't you see it at all? I'm bullying you, Truth-"

When he spoke, he drew the end of the voice again, and pressed his warm fingers on the soft flesh that had just been pinched, and the rough calluses on his fingertips made Nishijima Mari's cheeks a little itchy.

Mari Nishijima froze for a moment, his expression became weird.She stared at Echizen Ryuya's smiling cat eyes and curved lips, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I thought you were playing for fun."

Echizen Ryuya paused for a while while rubbing her cheek, and his expression became strange.

Nishijima Mari was a little embarrassed: "...Isn't it?"

hateful!That’s how Shojo Manga is drawn——Nozaki Umetaro swore to me with his career as a manga artist!

Echizen Ryuya let out a muffled laugh.He let go of Nishijima's face, and sat lazily on the chair next to him, propping his cheek with one hand: "Well, yes, it's love/interest."

When he laughed, his obvious Adam's apple slid up and down.

It was difficult for Nishijima Mari not to be attracted by his Adam's apple—the double superposition of favorability and beauty, and it was a little difficult to resist this temptation.

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