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◎We are not familiar yet◎

Realized that he was no match for Echizen Ryuya when it came to telling jokes.

Mari Nishijima walked ahead with snacks in her arms.She had just walked a few steps when she felt the traction of someone pulling the corner of her coat.

Mari Nishijima stopped and turned around - Echizen Ryuya was pulling the corner of her coat.

Seeing her turn around, Echizen Ryuya smiled at her.

Nishijima Mari: "... Long Yajun, you are not a child anymore, are you?"

Echizen Long Yali was confident: "I got separated when I first came here, and Truth-chan doesn't want to go to the broadcasting room to look for me again, does she?"

"..."

It's justifiable and irrefutable.

Mari Nishijima had no choice but to let him drag the corner of his clothes, and the two got on the tram together.

It was already afternoon when we returned, and there were many fewer people on the tram, and there were even empty seats.Mari Nishijima found a place to sit down, and Echizen Ryuya sat down beside her consciously.

Pile up the snack bags under his feet, Nishijima Mari turned his head and looked out of the window: the tram will pass a section of the coast, and the azure sea surface is surging with the golden light of the sun.

She stared at the surging broken light on the sea in a daze, her eyes wandering around unconsciously.In the end, she still couldn't hold back, and she secretly glanced at Echizen Ryuya beside her - Echizen Ryuya was also looking out of the window sideways, with one arm resting on the back of the chair, with a handsome and quiet profile.

The sun was shining on his face, and the shadow cast by the dark green forehead was constantly shaking, and his light-colored pupils were also rippling with layers of warm luster due to the sunlight.

When he doesn't speak like this, it's very confusing.

Even though there was no wind, it seemed that Echizen Ryuya could feel the freshness and cleanliness of a breeze blowing on his face.

and ethereal.

Like the broken light surging on the sea, the willow waves passing by in the air.

Suddenly, Echizen Ryuya looked sideways, and the eyes of the two met unexpectedly.Mari Nishijima blinked, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

But even so, she could still feel the eyes of Echizen Ryuya who was watching her all the time.

Mari Nishijima: "...Is there something on my face?"

Echizen Longya curved his lips: "Finally, I'm looking at me again."

"..."

Mari Nishijima leaned on the back of the chair with a serious expression: "Long Yajun, don't keep saying things that make girls misunderstand."

Echizen Ryuya was lazy, and his tone was also lazy, carelessly: "What words?"

Nishijima Mari: "For example, if you ask me to call your name, you suddenly keep looking at me and say that you want me to look at you."

"It's too ambiguous, I don't like it."

Echizen Ryuya was a little surprised.

He put away his sloppy demeanor a little bit, and touched his chin: "So the truth sauce hates familiarity?"

Mari Nishijima: "...Long Ya-kun has no sense of distance. Just like idols breaking the boundaries without authorization in order to please No.1 fans on the chart, it will make fans very distressed."

Thinking that if Echizen Longya would be his assistant in the future, the two of them might live together for a while.Nishijima Mari decided to reason with Echizen Ryuya.

At least keep social distance within a safe range.

Echizen Ryuya did not speak, his eyelashes drooped slightly.

Just at this time, the tram arrived at the stop, and Mari Nishijima picked up the things at his feet and got off.Echizen Ryuya also followed suit, but this time he was not grabbing Nishijima Mari's clothes.

This made Nishijima Mari breathe a sigh of relief.She thought that the 'reason' she had just told Echizen Ryuya had played a role.

After getting out of the tram station and returning to the residential area, you need to walk a section of coastal road.In fact, it is the coastal road where Mari Nishijima picked up Echizen Ryuya.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly.

Mari Nishijima walked for a while with the snacks in his arms, sweating all over his face from the heat.She tried to put the snack on her head, but her neck hurt from the weight of the snack.

As he walked, Mari Nishijima simply took off his mask: "No, I'm so tired... Shall we take a break?"

She looked eagerly at Echizen Ryuya.

Mari Nishijima felt that she was going to be a dog from exhaustion.Echizen Longya, however, seemed to be able to do things with ease, took off his hat and put it on her head: "Then sit down for a while."

It always feels weird to wear a hat that others have worn.

Mari Nishijima touched the hat on top of his head, and then thought that it seemed to be his hat.

She hammered her sore thighs and sat down on the black stone railing beside the road.

The sound of the waves was like a torrential rain, obviously mixed with water vapor and wind, but the air was very stuffy.

Nishijima Mari's bangs were blown up by the wind, and she subconsciously stretched out her hand to press it, and the back of her hand touched the brim of her hat.The hat was blown backwards and rolled down her back—Nishijima Mari was startled, and hurriedly grabbed the hat with her backhand.

Echizen Ryuya caught the hat with one hand, and supported Fuxishima Mari with the other to prevent her from falling off the railing.

He stood behind Mari Nishijima, and the shadow cast by his body could completely block the sun above Mari Nishijima's head.

Mari Nishijima looked up at him.Under the backlight, she actually couldn't see the expression on Echizen Ryuya's face clearly.

Echizen Ryuya raised his hand and put the hat on her face.

Mari Nishijima's eyes darkened, and his vision suddenly became dark.She was so hot that her reaction was slower than usual, and she froze for two or three seconds before taking off the hat covering her face.

When she took off her hat, Echizen Ryuya's gaze had already turned to the coastline in the distance.

She was holding the peaked cap, and her face was hot from the sun.

The whole city was covered in the heat of summer and became drunk, and Mari Nishijima also inexplicably sensed a strange atmosphere - this strange atmosphere originated from the relationship between her and Echizen Ryuya.

After returning home, Mari Nishijima immediately went to take a cold bath.

too hot.

Soaking in the bathtub filled with cold water, Mari Nishijima raised his head, his eyes unconsciously staring in a certain direction.A beam of light came in from the small bathroom window, drawing shadows of swaying leaves on the wall.

There is a little blue light on the edge of the black shadow.

The daylight relaxes towards the evening.

Mari Nishijima lay in the bathtub for a while, remembering the news that he hadn't finished reading during the day.

She picked up her mobile phone from the low stool next to her, skillfully clicked into the local forum, and opened the record.

The most famous ship accident in the past week is the Sakurabuki Hikomaro incident-the fake rich man Sakurabuki who designed a large amount of fraud and a fake tennis game, extended his claws to the domestic men's tennis team.

It's a pity that he underestimated the moral sense of the tennis team members.

The members of the domestic tennis club in Japan resolutely refused to succumb to Sakura Fukiyuki's lust/power, and contacted the police to report Sakura Fukiyuki's illegal behavior...

Several news items are similar in content.

Mari Nishijima guessed that those "tennis club members" who reported Sakura Fubuki were probably underage, so there was no news about their names or photos.

"... Is tennis the basic structure of this world? How can every news be clicked on has something to do with tennis?"

While complaining, I finished scrolling through the news until I got out of the bath, and Mari Nishijima did not find any information related to Echizen Ryuya in the news.

I don't know if the cruise ship he boarded is the one of Sakura Fubuki.

...He didn't come here to play tennis, did he?

"I'm done washing."

After changing into her pajamas, Mari Nishijima wiped her hair and reminded Echizen Ryuya: "You can go wash now."

"it is good."

Echizen Ryuya stood up, held his clothes without looking sideways, and passed by Nishijima Mari—Nishijima Mari turned around, glanced at the frosted bathroom door, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Long Ya-kun."

Echizen Ryuya: "Huh?"

Nishijima Mari: "I have to go to class tomorrow, can I trouble you to go out and buy some black tape to stick the bathroom door?"

Echizen Longya raised his eyebrows, glanced at the frosted door, and nodded kindly: "No problem."

After he entered, Mari Nishijima wiped her wet hair, and muttered to herself: "When he doesn't say those weird things, he is still very reliable..."

After drying her hair, Mari Nishijima threw herself down on the sofa habitually, picked up her mobile phone and prepared to play a game for a while—after she threw herself down, she realized belatedly: ... This is not her sofa now.

It is Echizen Ryuya's bed.

Her brain reacted, but her body didn't, and fell limply between the quilt and pillow according to gravity.

The pillow that Echizen Ryuya slept on had a nice and clean smell.It was the scent of the shampoo Mari Nishijima had chosen herself—it seemed to be mixed with other scents.

Like mulled mulled wine.

Like the elusive, fleeting hot wind of summer.

-Complete-