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◎You jump off, I will follow you. ◎

Feeling the tight arms around his waist gradually loosen up, Echizen Ryuya lowered his eyes, and tentatively called out: "Truth sauce?"

There was no response, and the girl curled up in his arms seemed to have fallen asleep.

Echizen Ryuya breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a little helpless.He tried to remove Mari Nishijima's arms that were clasping his waist tightly, but Echizen Ryuya's attempt soon failed - even in his sleep, Mari Nishijima was sensitive to the touch of others.

Echizen Longya has no doubts, as long as he pushes her arm away with a little bit of strength, she will immediately wake up from a light sleep.

Mari Nishijima is 12 years old.

This is her first month in the US with her parents.

As a child with good learning ability, Nishijima Mari can actually understand the American English with a slight accent of the locals.Although it is a little difficult to talk freely, it is not to the point where it is completely impossible to communicate.

But she never showed it in front of her parents or anyone else.

The purpose of the Nishijima couple coming to the United States this time is to allow the Japanese domestic tennis team to practice together with the current hot star team in the United States.They first placed their daughter at the home of a friend who was a farmer because Nishijima could not understand or speak the local language.

If they know that Nishijima can communicate normally with the local people, then they will definitely take Nishijima to live in the dormitory where they practice together for the convenience of taking care of their children nearby.

Mari Nishijima doesn't want to spend the summer with tennis.

Although the parents, including all the relatives of the Nishijima family who can be named, are inextricably linked to professional tennis.But Mari Nishijima himself really has no interest in tennis.

I often even feel that this world full of tennis is too outrageous.

Have other sports been delisted?How do you play tennis wherever you go?

The farmer's house she stayed at had an entire orange grove facing the sea—of course, Nishidao Mari found out without any surprise that there was a professional tennis player's private tennis court next to the orange grove.

She has long been used to the world that revolves around tennis.

Especially around Mari Nishijima, tennis and air basically have the same weight.

At least the West Island truth and the orange grove, the last pure land not polluted by tennis.

She likes to climb to the orange tree to see the sea, and occasionally takes a camera to take pictures, and often sits for a whole day; the main reason is that Nishidao can't climb down after climbing up, and can only wait for the person in charge of the orange grove to find her She took her down from the tree again.

Even so, Nishijima never tires of climbing up the orange tree with a small basket every day.

No particular purpose, just doing it out of boredom.

Until one day, Nishidao’s boring daily routine was broken—that day she climbed up an orange tree very close to the barbed wire fence, sat on the trunk, and looked out at the dusty road outside through the gaps in the leaves.

Then she saw a boy climbing the wall.

He was so proficient in his movements that those barbed wire fences couldn't stop his footsteps at all. He climbed from the wall to the tree in two or three strokes, and just stepped on the trunk where Mari Nishijima was sitting.

There is a clump of thick green orange tree leaves between the two.

The boy brushed away the branches with his arms, and the two naturally looked at each other—his eyes were as beautiful as a cat's, with the tails of his eyes turned up, and his short dark green hair shone like the leaves of an orange tree.

Mari Nishijima didn't know whether it was the sun that made his hair shine, or whether he could shine by himself.

She was stunned for a moment, and the other party preemptively said outrageously: "You stole oranges?"

"No!" Mari Nishijima retorted subconsciously, "Uncle let me in to pick oranges for fun, so I didn't steal them!"

The beautiful thief nodded without any guilt: "Oh, I misunderstood you, I'm sorry."

After finishing speaking, he let go of the hand blocking the branch.

The clump of leaves fell again, blocking the way between the two of them again.

Mari Nishijima felt a little embarrassed, because she knew the situation in front of her—whether it was her or the beautiful thief opposite, the best way they should choose was to take a step back.

Mari Nishijima is now going down the tree to play elsewhere, pretending that he has never seen the other party.

Or the handsome thief on the opposite side will now go back the same way, pretending that he didn't come in to steal the orange.

But now neither of them moved, sitting on the tree in a stalemate.

Mari Nishijima was thinking wildly: ...he can't climb up but can't get down like me, can he?

After waiting for a long time, Nishijima Mari finally couldn't hold back, and said first: "Then are you leaving?"

Opposite: "I want to sit down for a while, how about you?"

Mari Nishijima: "...I also want to sit down for a while."

If she could go down, she would have left long ago.

Isn't this thief too stubborn?Ah wait, what he just said seems to be Japanese?

It was too hot to sit in the trees and suffocate.

Mari Nishijima was in a daze for a while, feeling a little itchy on his face.With a random slap, she took two blood-sucking and fat mosquitoes.

She was a little heavy when she struck, as if her face was swollen.

With burning pain and numbness on his face, Mari Nishijima covered his face and asked in a muffled voice, "Why don't you leave? You've been sitting for half an hour!"

The opposite fell into silence.

In the silence, there are only the sounds of mosquitoes and cicadas.

After a while, the person on the other side said: "...you can't go down after climbing up?"

"..."

When Mari Nishijima was racking his brains to find an excuse, the boy on the opposite side brushed away the branch between the two of them with his arm again—he was also sitting taller than Mari Nishijima, and Mari Nishijima looked at his hair and found that his hair Still sparkling.

really weird.

How can someone's hair and eyes be as bright as jewels?

The young man stared at her intently, suddenly smiled sideways, and said in a positive tone: "You can't go down."

As if on purpose, he clapped his hands and jumped in front of Mari Nishijima; for Mari Nishijima, the insurmountable height was like a small puddle for him, and he passed it with ease.

After he landed, he raised his head to look at Mari Nishijima, stretched out a hand to Mari Nishijima, his cat-like eyes curled up with a little smile: "Here, jump down, I'll follow you."

Nishijima Mari: "Can you do it? Don't be a hero, I am very heavy."

She thought that she had eaten two pieces of bread and a bottle of juice this morning, as well as three packs of potato chips and four chicken wings—just sitting on a tree and eating an apple in boredom.

The boy made a mocking sound, but there was no malice.

That kind of mockery comes purely from 'That's it? ' A rhetorical question.

He seems to be omnipotent, so that he has no enemies. He hooked his fingers impatiently at the hand extended by Nishijima Mari: "Just you? It's not far away - just jump."

Mari Nishijima struggled for two seconds, and these two seconds were mainly used to think about what kind of posture she should jump off.

She never jumped from the tree. The caretaker of the orange grove would build a small ladder, climb up and gently hug her down from the tree.

The grown-ups told her it was dangerous to just jump like that—and now Pretty Thief was asking her to do something very dangerous.Mari Nishijima felt very exciting and was eager to try.

She was extremely inexperienced and jumped off with the fruit basket in her arms, and unexpectedly crashed into the arms of the beautiful thief.

The moment she jumped down, her mind was blank. At that time, she didn't know that there was something called the 'suspension bridge effect'.

The heartbeat quickly hugged each other.

Before Mari Nishijima had time to feel shy, he heard the boy's muffled groan.He took a few steps back holding Nishijima Mari to buffer his strength, then let go of her, covered his nose and squatted down.

All the oranges in Nishidao's fruit basket were spilled.

Her heartbeat also scattered all over the floor, and she was very flustered.

She squatted beside the boy nervously: "Are you okay? Is your nose broken?"

The pretty thief rubbed his red nose and complained in a muffled voice: "It's not broken... Can't you say something nice?"

Mari Nishijima thought hard, and asked tactfully, "You don't need surgery on your nose, do you?"

There was a speechless expression on the beautiful face of the pretty thief.He was covering his nose, and he didn't seem to want to talk to Mari Nishijima, but he had a nosebleed, and Mari Nishijima felt that he couldn't sit idly by.

When Mari Nishijima offered to wipe his face, the pretty thief still had that tugging expression on his face, but he didn't refuse—he just maintained that expression of 'I'm No.1 in the world', looking up dirty Xi's pretty face, waiting for Nishijima to wipe his face.

Mari Nishijima moved closer to his face, feeling his heart beating.

so cute.

So good.

Like a dwarf in a fairy tale!

No, no, no, the dwarf should not be so handsome-in short, very cool, very cute, very handsome!

It is also very unique to eat oranges without peeling them, which is impressive!

Mari Nishijima exchanged names with him, and made an appointment to meet at the orange grove tomorrow.

Originally, going to the orange grove every day was an activity without any surprises like the daily routine of a game. What you can see and what will happen every day are staged step by step according to a fixed program.

But since getting to know the super-proud dwarf—ah no, he has a name—and since getting to know Echizen Ryuya, Mari Nishijima feels that going to the orange grove has become a very interesting thing.

Ryuya Echizen also played tennis, and he was very good at it.

He can knock down the oranges on the tree with a tennis ball, and skillfully controls the force, only the oranges are knocked down, but the oranges will never be smashed.

Mari Nishijima still has no interest in tennis.But she really likes to watch Echizen Ryuya play tennis - when playing tennis, the boy's whole body is glowing, bright and free, as if he could grow wings and fly away at any time.

Naturally, the matter of making new friends cannot be hidden from the family.

Mom is very happy that Mari Nishijima has made new friends, only Dad's face is as black as coal after knowing the existence of Echizen Ryuya.

Mari Nishijima was still young at that time and could not understand the sense of crisis of his old father.

She took her camera outside with her mother's permission.

In the past, Mari Nishijima seldom took pictures of people, but most of them were meaningless scenery.She decided to take a few more photos of Echizen Ryuya—because she will be returning to Japan at the end of the month, although the Internet is very developed now, and everyone can contact each other through email.

But it is definitely not possible to meet easily like now.

In order to achieve the goal of 'taking more pictures of Long Ya', Mari Nishijima specially prepared two memory cards.

She loves beautiful still images.

Echizen Ryuya is always very good-looking in her shots—the youthful smiling face, the short dark green hair under the weight of a baseball cap, the cat-like cold eyes with elusive emotions, and the one who will help her open The slender palm of the soda can tab.

He picked up the corner of his clothes that rolled up when he served the ball, and he could already see the beautiful muscles with obvious shapes, or the sweaty throat and collarbone just after playing the ball.

Every time he won, he smiled provocatively and so naturally.

He tossed the tennis ball, and when he looked sideways at Mari Nishijima, his smile became lighter and full of complacency, as if he was saying to Mari Nishijima: Look, I won again.

Her camera seems to have reached the same heart with her at a certain moment, so she unabashedly favors Echizen Ryuya.

Echizen Ryuya In the lens of Nishijima Mari, it is the sparkling Echizen Ryuya.

He is bright and brilliant, free and powerful, like a king cat walking in his own kingdom.

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