what tennis

◎Because I want you to pay more attention to me◎

Luke watched as Nishijima Mari put his hand into Echizen Ryuya's palm. In a hurry, he stepped forward and tried to stop them: "Nishijima-student—you! Don't be fooled by this man, he, he doesn't look like anything... ..."

He probably didn't learn Japanese very well, and he couldn't think of a suitable adjective for a long time.

Echizen Ryuya, on the other hand, added slowly in English: "Is it just a playboy who can trick girls into tears?"

Luke gave him a hard look, with 'You know that too? ' expression.

Echizen Ryuya held Nishijima Mari's hand, smiled and bent his eyes: "That's really embarrassing, I'm just like that, so it's normal to lose to me - isn't your teammate still calling you? Go back to your ivory tower and play tennis."

"What ivory tower!" Luke was so angry that he couldn't choose what to say, "Guys like you... If you are capable, you can play tennis with me! If you lose, you are not allowed to entangle Classmate Nishijima!"

Mari Nishijima: "..."

Hell, why use tennis to decide the outcome at this time?Do you rely on tennis to determine the right to communicate?

The slots are so dense that it is outrageous to draw them into sports comics, okay?

Echizen Longya threw the old tennis racket in his hand into the green belt next to him, raised his hand to press his lower eyelid, and made a face at Luke: "Who wants to compare with a brat like you?"

Luke: "..."

It's hard, the fist is hard.

Echizen Ryuya's childish behavior of making faces is incomparably harmonious. It is obviously an escape, because his too brisk tone has achieved the effect of provoking + belittling the opponent.

Mari Nishijima felt that if he didn't say anything, he would definitely be beaten.

Taking a deep breath, she took a step forward to separate Luke and Echizen Ryuya: "This... Luke classmate?"

Luke: "Just call me Luke."

Nishijima Mari nodded: "Luke—I think you made a mistake. I don't care who is better at tennis, you or him. Even if you win the tennis game, I will follow him."

"I am an individual with independent will and judgment ability, not a lottery that you can bet on."

"I, I didn't mean that..." Luke was at a loss, the angry expression on his face froze instantly, and he stumbled and tried to explain in Japanese, "I just——I just felt—"

His Japanese was not good enough to speak freely, the more nervous he was, the more he couldn't find the right words, and his face flushed red with anxiety.

Mari Nishijima didn't care about his explanation, and tugged at Echizen Ryuya's hand: "Let's go, go to the tram stop."

Echizen Ryuya: "Shall I take a taxi? Isn't it uncomfortable?"

Nishijima Mari: "As long as you are in a car, you will feel uncomfortable."

Echizen Ryuya didn't quite understand this principle, but he obediently prepared to follow Nishijima Mari.He had just taken two steps when he was grabbed by Mari Nishijima again.

Mari Nishijima pointed to the tennis racket he threw into the green belt: "Pick that up and throw it into the trash can too."

Echizen·Throwing soda cans always uses a shooting posture·Never picks up the ball when playing tennis·Longya, after two seconds of looking into the round eyes of his girlfriend, he touched the tip of his nose and resigned himself to picking up the worn-out tennis racket up.

Since he didn't see any trash cans along the way, Echizen Ryuya had no choice but to keep that old tennis racket in his hand.

When the two arrived at the tram stop, the tram hadn't entered the station yet, and they were temporarily sitting on a bench waiting for the bus.

Echizen Longya touched the medicine bottle in his pocket and asked, "Do you want to take some medicine now?"

Xidao really wanted to think about it, and thought it would be good to eat something.She nodded, then opened her schoolbag and took out her kettle to pour some hot water - after opening the kettle, no hot water came out, Nishijima Mari shook the kettle vigorously, but nothing happened to the kettle.

Mari Nishijima: "...there is no water."

Echizen Longya stood up: "I remember that there was a drink vending machine on the road just now, you are waiting for me here."

He walked very fast, without giving Nishijima a chance to stop him.

Mari Nishijima looked at his back and blinked suspiciously.

School gate.

Luke sat on the stone bench in frustration, looking dejected like a golden retriever that couldn't find its owner.He was staring at his own shadow on the floor in a daze, and suddenly felt that the sunlight above his head was blocked by someone——Luke raised his head, and saw Echizen Ryuya, who was not wearing a hat, with a half-smile.

Luke immediately frowned: "How dare you come back?!"

Echizen Long Ya shook the old tennis racket in his hand at him: "Anyway, it's only a matter of 2 minutes, and you will be convinced to lose when you come back."

Luke: "...You look down on people too much!"

Echizen Ryuya chuckled lightly: "Underestimate? No, I didn't underestimate anyone - I was just stating the facts."

"Because I really think that you are all inferior, little friends—"

Mari Nishijima sat on the lounge chair and almost fell asleep waiting.

She slid down unconsciously, woke up when she almost fell, rubbed her eyes and sat up.

When she opened her eyes, Mari Nishijima saw Echizen Ryuya squatting in front of her.

She wondered: "...what are you doing?"

Echizen Ryuya: "I'm watching how long Truth-chan can sleep."

Mari Nishijima felt a little nervous for no reason.She touched the corner of her lips to confirm that she hadn't slept enough to drool, and immediately regained her composure.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Because Truth-chan is sleeping soundly, I can't bear to wake you up."

He explained with a smile, and at the same time handed a bottle of unscrewed mineral water and a medicine bottle to Nishijima Mari.

Although the reason is weird, as a couple, Mari Nishijima thinks it is acceptable.

She took the mineral water and medicine, and took a few tablets according to the amount.

Mari Nishijima: "Huh? Where's that old tennis racket?"

Echizen Ryuya: "I saw a trash can when I was buying water, so I just threw it away. Isn't Truth-chan afraid of things related to tennis?"

Mari Nishijima held the water bottle with both hands together, and explained with a serious expression: "The main reason is that I am afraid of the moment when the tennis ball hits...it is not so serious that tennis rackets and tennis courts can't get close."

Of course, being close to things related to tennis still makes her feel a little psychologically uncomfortable.

There was a loud noise when the train entered the station.

Echizen Longya took the initiative to take Nishijima Mari's schoolbag and water bottle: "The car has entered the station."

Mari Nishijima let out an 'oh' and stood up to get in the car.When she stood up, Echizen Ryuya held her hand naturally—Nishijima Mari's schoolbag was a backpack, but Echizen Ryuya only carried one shoulder, and his posture was casual and lazy.

Mari Nishijima felt that he was definitely playing cool and handsome by carrying his schoolbag like this.

There are few people on the tram, and there are still many empty seats after getting on the train.

Mari Nishijima found a random place and sat down.The side was obviously still empty, but Echizen Ryuya did not sit down, but raised his hand and pulled the crossbar, standing in front of Nishijima Mari.

She looked up at Echizen Ryuya, a little puzzled: "Aren't you going to sit?"

Echizen Ryuya raised his eyebrows, and stared at her with cat-like eyes, but his expression was not very oppressive, even gentle.

The light coming in from the tram window fell unevenly on him.

Light is always the best charm booster for beauty.

The moment he met Echizen Ryuya's sparkling amber pupils, Nishijima realized.

She was holding the water bottle, her cheeks were slightly red: "Forget it, you... just keep standing, it looks pretty, actually."

Echizen Ryuya, who was just about to sit down to listen to his girlfriend's words, couldn't hold back after being silent for a few seconds, and laughed while shaking his shoulders.

so cute.

Did she grow up soaked in cuteness?He is obviously talking like a nympho, but his expressions and movements are so cute. Even the small movements of holding a water bottle and constantly buckling the plastic paper when he is nervous make people want to smile uncontrollably.

"Long Ya, you look very happy?"

"...I think of some happy things."

"What's going on?"

Echizen Ryuya lowered his eyes: "I won't tell you."

Mari Nishijima was silent for a while, then pouted: "Young ghost."

Echizen Ryuya smiled and didn't refute Nishijima's words.He raised the hand that was not holding the balance pole, and with his fingers, he brushed away a strand of hair hanging down Nishijima Mari's cheek.

Mari Nishijima thought that he was really helping her arrange her hair seriously, so she obediently turned her face up.

But after Echizen Ryuya pulled up that strand of hair, he didn't pin it behind Nishijima Mari's ear as usual.His fingers twirled around the lock of hair, and the black hair was wrapped around his fingers, and every time he twirled his fingers, the fingertips and knuckles of his fingers touched Nishijima Mari's cheek.

The skin on the girl's cheeks was delicate and soft, and was quickly flushed by him.

The rubbed skin was hot, shyly touching it like a kiss.

And the young man who did these little tricks was always looking at the truth of Nishijima with a smile in his eyes.

Mari Nishijima: "...are you really helping me fix my hair?"

Echizen Ryuya tilted his head, with an innocent and natural expression: "I never said I would help you tidy your hair."

Mari Nishijima: "So you are here now?"

Echizen Longya slowly put the lock of hair behind her ear, and said, "I'm helping my girlfriend to tidy her hair."

The tram just came to a stop.

Mari Nishijima touched the back of her ear, that strand of straight hair was curled up by Echizen Ryuma for a long time, and it was already slightly curved, and the ends of the hair were curled up.

Being interrupted by Echizen Ryuya, Nishijima Mari felt that her head didn't hurt so much anymore.

She was sure it was definitely Echizen Ryuya's fault, because the pills didn't take effect that quickly.

While playing games at night, Mari Nishijima received a call from his parents after a long absence; because the window glass in Mari Nishijima’s room was broken before, when he asked the property management to repair it, the property management naturally notified the owners of the house, the Nishijima couple.

The Nishijima couple were worried about Nishijima's safety, so they calculated Nishijima's school time and immediately called her to inquire.

After Mari Nishijima explained the burglary to his parents, Mr. Nishijima still felt uneasy and suggested that Mari Nishijima go to live with her grandmother Sumire Ryuzaki first.

"It's really not necessary." Mari Nishijima sighed, rubbed his forehead, and tried to convince his parents, "I'm next door to a classmate I know, so it's actually quite safe."

"Grandma usually has to look after the members of her school's tennis team. It's a bit inconvenient for me to go there... Don't worry, I will pay attention to safety. Hmm--I know, I know--"

After finally getting her parents to agree to continue living outside, Mari Nishijima felt a headache again when she hung up the phone.

She rubbed her temples with both hands, thinking that the headache would be relieved as usual; but this time the headache was so violent that Makoto Nishidao felt that she was about to press the pain on her temples, and the dull pain in her head was also gone. There is no relief.

Echizen Ryuya noticed her abnormality at the first time, immediately put down the game console and walked to her side, took over the original job of Nishijima Mari, and helped her press her forehead.

He seemed to have learned massage specifically, and it was much more comfortable to press than Mari Nishijima himself.

Nishijima simply leaned into his arms, closed her eyes, and curled up into a ball.

Echizen Ryuya: "Will you still have a severe headache?"

Mari Nishijima gave a muffled 'hmm', turned sideways and changed his posture, and buried himself in Echizen Ryuya's arms.

When he leaned into the arms of the young man, the fresh and clean smell on his body became stronger and stronger.Mari Nishijima hugged his waist and took a breath. Although the headache did not relieve, the pain eased.

There is a very warm feeling.

This position is actually very inconvenient. Echizen Ryuya helped her massage her temples, but when she saw Mari Nishijima curled up in his arms, her mood improved obviously, and Echizen Ryuya followed her.

The background music of the game scene is played on the TV projection screen.

Echizen Ryuya lowered his voice quietly, and kept paying attention to Mari Nishijima's reaction when lowering the volume; Mari Nishijima didn't respond, she was still curled up in his arms.

But she obviously didn't fall asleep either, because her arms around Echizen Ryuya's waist were tightened tightly.

The background music of the game is getting lower and lower, and finally it is infinitely close to silence.

In the evening when the night has not yet fully fallen, the living room with no lights on, and the dimness of the rose-colored edge, make everyone's vision blurred.

When a person cannot see clearly, other senses are inexplicably magnified.

The slight rubbing sound of the clothes, the familiar aroma in the breath, and the breath of the other party.The young man's heartbeat touched Nishijima Mari's cheek, as if he could hear the blood flowing every time the organ beat.

She had a severe headache, but at this moment she felt that Echizen Ryuya's heartbeat was so familiar.

Just like the first time they met, Mari Nishijima violated the trust that reason placed in him without hesitation.

Have we met before?

-Complete-