what tennis

◎I’m also here to strike up a conversation◎

Classes as usual the next day.

The disappearance of Hirakawa Maki doesn't seem to have had a big impact on the world.At least Mari Nishijima met Mr. Hanaho and Hirakawa's deskmate at school when she went to school. They were all the same as usual, even their expressions didn't change much.

At most, in the spare time, we had one more thing to talk about—about the missing tennis team manager from the next class.

Lunch time, friendless trio... No, it can't be called friendless trio now.

For some reason, Sakura Chiyo and her friends also came to the rooftop for dinner.The usually crowded rooftop suddenly became more crowded, and Miko Chai was quite happy because he finally had someone to chat with.

During the meal, Nishijima Mari and Nozaki Umetaro chatted like chicken and duck, but every time they continued to chat miraculously.The only normal person, Mikoshiba, feels a little out of place.

Sakura Chiyo has been peeking at Mari Nishijima and Umetaro Nozaki.

She likes Nozaki Umetaro, Sakura Chiyo was somewhat relieved when she confirmed from Miko Shiba that the two of them were not in a relationship; but now she felt that she was too relieved too soon?

Because these two people just sit together!It gives people a feeling that they can't get in the conversation at all, hey!

After clenching his fists, Sakura Chiyo cheered himself up in his heart, then went to sit down opposite Mari Nishijima and Nozaki Umetaro: "Nishijima-san, Nozaki-kun, you... your lunch is so rich hahaha—"

help what am i talking about?How embarrassing! Help me!

Nozaki Umetaro said solemnly: "Cooking is very simple, the important thing is the combination of nutrition..."

Nishijima picked up a piece of broccoli and stuffed it into his mouth wearily, chewed it mechanically, and frowned: "... I want to vomit, raw broccoli, it's so unpalatable."

Umetaro Nozaki: "Broccoli is a nutritious vegetable."

Mari Nishijima nodded: "You're right—Sakura, you need to eat more broccoli so that you can grow taller."

With a sincere expression, she put the broccoli into Sakura Chiyo's lunch box.

Mari Nishijima was already very good-looking, and it was always easy to convince people when he said something seriously.At least Sakura Chiyo believed her nonsense, hesitantly picked up the chopsticks and wondered whether he should also pinch his nose and eat that piece of green broccoli.

Miko Chai couldn't stand it anymore, and quickly stopped Sakura Chiyo: "Don't listen to these two guys talking nonsense, Nishijima is just making excuses because he doesn't like broccoli!"

Sakura Chiyo: "Yes, but, Nishijima-san said that eating broccoli may make you grow taller..."

Miko Chai: "...Nishijima Mari, look at what you have done, do you want to fool our coloring assistant?!"

Mari Nishijima touched his non-existent conscience and hesitated: "The main reason is that you actually believed it, Sakura, which I didn't expect."

Sakura Chiyo: "..."

Sorry, our 1.5-meter-plus people are so obsessed with height! ! !

After a small episode, Sakura Chiyo chatted with Nozaki Umetaro in a very harmonious manner.

Although Umetarou Nozaki's thoughts are flying in the sky most of the time, Cute Sakura is chasing after her with her little wings.But at least they're chatting, and for crushes -- rejoice.

During the meal, Mari Nishijima was not in high spirits and looked wan.

When they broke up after dinner, Mikoshiba and Sakura Chiyo looked at her back and couldn't help whispering.

"What happened to Nishijima-san today? You look very unhappy?"

"It doesn't make sense, isn't the manuscript finished? She didn't lose her test scores—"

"Wait, could it be because of the tennis manager thing?"

"Ah, it is indeed possible. I remember that they seem to know each other..."

Afternoon is Chinese class.

It was only after class that Nishidao realized that her Chinese textbook had been taken away by the police—she had to apply to read a book with her deskmate. matter.

The truth of Nishijima's mind-wandering was so obvious that the girl at the same table couldn't help pushing her arm that was pressed on the table: "Nishijima, are you uncomfortable?"

Shinji Nishijima came back to his senses, his face was still a little dazed: "... huh?"

The tablemate was helpless: "I asked you if you felt uncomfortable. If you are really uncomfortable, please take time off and go to the health room to rest."

Mari Nishijima: "No discomfort—just thinking about something else."

She raised her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows, and her fingers touched the slightly bumpy scar between her eyebrows.

Now I don't feel any pain when pressing my fingers, but I still feel an inexplicable sense of fear when I see tennis balls.

Although Mari Nishijima is indeed in a bad mood, it's not entirely because of Maki Hirakawa.

Mari Nishijima didn't sleep well last night.She always felt that she probably had a nightmare, but after waking up, Mari Nishijima couldn't remember what nightmare she had at all.

Obviously, he has been living peacefully for a long time, but recently, for some unknown reason, the number of nightmares has started to rise sharply.Is it because I haven't taken medicine for too long?

After finally getting out of class, Nishijima Shinji slowly packed her schoolbag and prepared to go home.

She just ran out at the same table, and ran back excitedly after a while, pressing her hands on Xidao Zhenzhen's table: "Xidao Xidao! Did you know? Our school tennis team is going to play an exchange match with a foreign team! "

Mari Nishijima: "...Huh?"

The deskmate didn’t know that Mari Nishijima had a tennis phobia, so she excitedly pulled her up from her seat: “What? Stop sitting there, and go to see the handsome guy—a foreign tennis team! It’s said that there are still A super handsome talented player, a handsome guy with blond hair and blue eyes!"

"It doesn't matter whether you can play tennis or not, but look at the handsome guy, keep your eyes open! Didn't you just say that you have a headache? Maybe it's good to go out and look at the green grass!"

She dragged Xidao Zhenli and rushed out in a hurry.

Nishijima didn't even have time to refuse, she staggered a few steps by her, and managed to stand still.After running out, she realized that the corridor outside was already crowded with female students, and there were even a few young female teachers among them.

"...Is this world really not the tennis world?"

Mari Nishijima couldn't help asking such a question.

"Nishijima! Look, look - that's the captain of the foreign team, he's chatting with their coach... Oh my God! He's so good-looking! The blue eyes are so pretty too-"

The shoulder was slapped violently by the over-excited tablemate, Nishijima Mari helplessly dodged, and at the same time lay on the railing of the corridor, looking down.

She thought that nothing serious would happen if she just took a look at it from a distance.

Just a glance.

The two foreigners standing at the entrance of the tennis court were talking. The screams of the girls in the corridor of the teaching building obviously attracted their attention. The two looked up at the same time.As described by Nishijima Mari's tablemate, the young tennis player has a very beautiful foreign face, with blond hair and blue eyes, which looks like an oil painting.

Most people will subconsciously notice the young tennis player at first glance.

But Mari Nishijima instinctively stared at the older foreign coach; he was also looking at her.

Even though it was so far away, Mari Nishijima knew that the other party was looking at her.

The moment the eyes came into contact, Nishijima subconsciously felt nausea-this kind of emotion didn't even require the brain to make a judgment, the body had already instinctively produced this consciousness.She turned around, violently pushed away the huddled classmates behind her, rushed out amidst all the complaints, threw herself next to the trash can and vomited.

After vomiting until there was no food left in her stomach, Mari Nishijima rubbed her eyes and tears from her hands.

"Are you okay?" Umetaro Nozaki, a classmate, came over and handed her a handkerchief, "Could it be that you're playing tennis right there?"

Mari Nishijima took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth, but there was still a rusty, cold and disgusting taste in his mouth.

She pressed her convulsed stomach with one hand, her face pale: "...No."

Umetaro Nozaki is worried: "Has your tennis phobia escalated to the point where you vomit when you see a tennis court?"

Mari Nishijima: "...I don't know."

Mari Nishijima's deskmate also noticed her abnormality, and quickly chased her out.

She heard the conversation between Umetaro Nozaki and Mari Nishijima, and she couldn't help feeling annoyed: "It turns out that Nishijima has a tennis phobia—it's all my fault, I shouldn't have dragged you to see some handsome guy."

Mari Nishijima waved his hand: "It has nothing to do with you, I didn't really react when I saw the tennis court before."

"But I'm a little uncomfortable now, and I want to go home directly. Can you ask the teacher for leave for me in the next class?"

The deskmate immediately patted his chest and agreed: "Of course no problem!"

"But Nishijima, can you go home alone?"

"It's okay, someone is coming to pick me up."

Mari Nishijima packed her schoolbag, and after she walked out of the school, she sat down on a public bench and called Echizen Ryuya.

Her original plan was to call Echizen Ryuya first, and if Echizen Ryuya didn't answer, she would take a taxi by herself--Having lived alone for so long, Nishijima Mari's ability to take care of herself is quite good.

But this time the call was connected quickly, and Echizen Ryuya's voice was transmitted through the wireless signal, which was slightly distorted.

"Good afternoon Truth Sauce~"

"Good afternoon, can you pick me up at the school gate now?"

Echizen Longya didn't ask her why she asked for leave, but simply agreed to pick her up, and asked her where she was now, and if she needed to bring anything.

Nishijima really thought about it, and added: "There are two bottles of selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors on the computer desk in my room, can you bring me the opened bottle for me?"

Echizen Ryuya: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Mari Nishijima covered her face with both hands, and rubbed the space between her brows with her fingers; the headache didn't get relieved because of this, it still hurts badly.

There were footsteps approaching. The person who came was probably quite tall. Just standing in front of Xidaozhen was enough to block all the sunlight in front of Xidaozhen.

Echizen Ryuya came so fast?Did you fly over?

Mari Nishijima had an outrageous guess in his heart.

She looked up, but saw a handsome young face with blond hair and blue eyes—Mari Nishijima blinked, and her expression became dull: Who is this?

It looks familiar... Isn't this the foreign tennis player photographed by Maki Hirakawa?

"Long time no see." The boy put his hands behind his back in some embarrassment, and the tennis bag on his back was also shaken slightly by him, "Do you remember me? I'm Luke Hubbard. We used to be in the United States. seen."

Mari Nishijima saw the tennis bag on his back and felt a little physical discomfort.But there is only one point, and it didn't spit out directly like before.

Facing Luke's expectant eyes, Mari Nishijima was a little embarrassed: "...Sorry, I don't have any memory."

Luke scratched his head and wanted to say something else - someone called him at the school gate, so he had to answer his teammates in English first.

Mari Nishijima lowered his head and played with his mobile phone, trying to relieve the embarrassment.

Luke continued on his own: "Back then when my senior brother missed and hit you during practice, we all... felt very sorry, and the senior brother also lost the qualification for an official tennis match because of this—he always wanted to I apologized to you in person, but I never got a chance."

"This time I came to Japan for an exchange match, and the senior brother came with the team. If... if it's convenient for you, can you meet with my senior brother alone?"

Mari Nishijima stopped pretending to play with her mobile phone.

She was somewhat surprised, and raised her head to look at Luke again——the young man looked sincere, but she really had no impression of this man.

However, Nishijima is very clear about being smashed when she was a child; although she has lost her memory, her parents have explained it to her.

It was indeed smashed in the United States.

At that time, her father took her to a professional tennis player’s house as a guest. Mari Nishijima was wandering around the tennis court alone. Because she was too short, her body was blocked by green plants. A professional tennis player who was practicing on the tennis court made a wrong serve. Hit her.

Because the tennis player failed to get the settlement letter from Nishijima's parents, he was finally sentenced for negligent injury and bid farewell to his career.

However, Mari Nishijima didn't have any impression of the 'former professional tennis player', and didn't even know the other party's name.Because she was being treated in a domestic hospital as soon as she woke up, and she had lost her memory.

The follow-up of this incident was also what my parents told themselves to comfort themselves when they had nightmares.

The people involved in the "that matter" that only existed in the mouth of the parents now suddenly appeared in front of Nishijima Truth.

She was a little uncomfortable, avoided Luke's sight, lowered her head and pressed her fingers on the phone screen randomly: "Sorry, I don't have any impression of what you said. There is no need to meet..."

Luke couldn't help becoming anxious: "My senior brother didn't mean anything malicious, he just thought he should say sorry to you face to face. He hasn't had a good life these years..."

Before he finished speaking, his shoulder was hit by an old tennis racket; the tennis racket looked tattered, but the person holding the racket was surprisingly strong, and Luke staggered from the impact, and said a few English words out of anger, He stared at the impolite guy with wide eyes.

The impolite guy seemed to have no guilt at all. After being scolded by Luke, he unhurriedly responded to him with a few words.

Still in Luke's native language.

The young tennis player was flushed with anger.

Echizen Longya slowly shook the tennis racket that had just been broken, and the corners of her thin lips curled up: "Has this lovely lady rejected you? If you don't know how to strike up a conversation, go away, didn't you see that I'm still in line?"

Luke was angry: "I didn't strike up a conversation—where did you come from, a little bastard?"

"What little bastard? I'm here to strike up a conversation." Echizen Ryuya spoke confidently, and his amber cat eyes smiled arrogantly and provocatively, "Didn't this lady reject you? Get out of the way, It's my turn."

He forced Luke away and stood in front of Xidaozhen.

Luke was still angry at first—but seeing Echizen Ryuya's overly confident expression, he calmed down again, folded his hands on his chest and let out a cold snort, with a gloating expression on his face.

Echizen Longya took off the peaked cap on his head, with a bright smile on his handsome face, and also hid the broken tennis racket behind his back: "This lovely lady, just when you were pestered by the guy next to you At that time, I accidentally took one more look at you, but unexpectedly, I fell in love with you at first sight."

"May I treat you to dinner?"

Mari Nishijima couldn't help laughing—although the corners of her mouth curled slightly, she was indeed smiling—in Luke's disbelieving expression, Mari Nishijima asked in a low voice: "Can you add a Half-squatting? It looks more handsome this way."

Echizen Ryuya immediately squatted down in front of her, the sun was shining on his short dark green hair and face, his eyelashes were shining brightly, and his smile was clean and charming.

He extended a hand to Nishijima Mari, "This lovely lady, can I invite you to dinner? The place is my home."

Mari Nishijima put her hand in his palm reservedly: "Yes."

Luke: "...?"

-Complete-