must love tennis

After a whole night of tossing, Bu Er didn't wake up, but in the end he was woken up by Karubin.He subconsciously raised his hand and moved the hairy butt away, and Karubin rolled around, meowing, and jumped away with small steps.

Consciousness gradually returned, he sat up, and through the moonlight outside the window, he could vaguely distinguish the appearance of the room.The strange environment made him lose his mind for a short while, and then he saw Ryoma.

Her sleeping position was very relaxed, with her left hand on her waist and her right hand pressing against the edge of the pillow, she was about to slip out of the bed.Thinking about it, she also slept like this on the cruise ship. It seems that no matter where she is, it does not affect her sleep state.

I don't know whether it should be said that he has a big heart, or...has enough trust?

Karubin coiled himself up and lay on the edge of the bed as if preparing to continue sleeping, but he was clearly staring at Buer all the time.Its eyes are very round at night, and the dark blue eyes are like the ocean, almost blending into the cold-colored room.

Fuji probably guessed what was going on, so he felt relieved, stretched out his hand and shook Karubin, and it raised his paw and licked his fingers.

He remembered that when he met it before, the kitten was not so enthusiastic, probably because he saw him enter his master's room, so he got close to him.

"Meow—" it called again.

……

Ryoma was sound asleep, but was called out abruptly by Fuji.

She turned and turned to the outside, sleepily: "Senior Fuji, did you sleep too much before? What time is it..."

Sitting on the edge of the bed without any sleepiness, he was also a little distressed: "Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you, but—"

He pointed out the window, and there was a humming sound in the silent night, which was not like ordinary wind.

"Is Guan Togo playing the saxophone at this late hour?"

It's so leisurely and elegant, no, it should be said, it's too leisurely.If it weren't for the large temple in their family, like Irie Sota, who sat on the roof and played the saxophone in the middle of the night, I don't know how many neighbors would have complained about disturbing the people in the middle of the night.

Ryoma yawned and sat up: "I don't know, it doesn't matter if they Gacha don't sleep."

She has gotten used to it, and has mastered the ability to fall asleep quickly no matter when and where, and this little movement can't wake her up.But if it's the first time you've experienced it, it's understandable to be tossed and turned...

It's not that Irie doesn't play well, it's just that the same tune is played over and over again, which is too boring.

"Is it very noisy? I'm sorry, I don't know when he started to develop a habit of staying up most of the night." Ryoma crawled over and stretched out his hand to close the curtains. Although it couldn't weaken the noise, at least he got a little psychological comfort.

"Even after such a long time, it still sounds incredible." Bu Er straightened his collar.

Irie Kanata changed into his spare pajamas for him, but he still felt a little uncomfortable because he hadn't taken a shower yet. He rubbed his neck and looked at Ryoma thoughtfully.

After staring at each other for less than two seconds, Ryoma understood.

"There are fresh towels in the closet, and the bathroom is around the corner in the hallway. Don't worry, my mother is not at home, and my father won't wake me up."

Nanako is about to prepare for the exam and has already returned to the school dormitory.Nanjiro had always slept so deeply that even thunder could not shake him.As for the two Gacha Brothers, whether they fell asleep or not didn't affect or be affected.

Ryoma turned on the desk lamp, took out a towel and gave it to Fuji, turned over and continued to sleep, and then woke up until dawn.

The alarm clock she set was originally for the finals, but now that the competition has been postponed, the extra time in these three days is undoubtedly used for training.She lay on the bed for a while, then turned her head to look at the ground.

The quilt on the floor was neatly folded, and it was placed next to the pillow together with the pajamas. Fuji himself had disappeared, and he didn't know if he fell asleep after last night.Either he is used to getting up early, or he has stayed up all night... But he should not be worried.

Ryoma finished washing and came down the stairs slowly. Hearing voices from the kitchen, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the sliding door in the living room.

Tokugawa Kazuya had just returned from morning exercise, sitting cross-legged at the tea table drinking water, with a towel on his shoulders, and sweat dripping from his hair.Seeing the doubt on her face, he pointed to the kitchen.

She turned around, just in time to see Bu Er coming out of it, holding breakfast in his hand and wearing an apron around his waist.

So skilled.

"Good morning, I woke up very early today." Fuji greeted with a smile, "The weather is good today, I just learned how to cook grilled fish with Togo—wanna try it?"

"……thanks."

Ryoma froze for a moment, and gradually became suspicious of his own eyes: Could it be that the seniors in their tennis club are all proficient in cooking? ——Wasn't he a hindrance?

"Wait, there's no chili or wasabi in it, right?" Ryoma raised his chopsticks, suddenly alert.

"You don't have that."

She dubiously took a bite, and sure enough, it was not only not spicy, but also slightly sweet on the tip of her tongue, probably because of the honey.Looking at the plate in front of Fuji again, it was a bright red one. He sat down and ate calmly, tearing the fish into small pieces and mixing them with the rice.

Long Ma's scalp felt slightly numb: "I don't remember having so much chili sauce in our house..."

"Oh, I just bought it yesterday." Irie Kanata also came out of the kitchen, and explained with a smile, "Because Ryoma often brings people home recently, I think I need to make more preparations."

"Going home..." Fuji paused, raised his head, and opened his beautiful blue eyes.

"Hmm." Ryoma bit his chopsticks and hesitated, "Senior Fuji is the second one."

"So that's how it is," Bu Er thought through his mind and guessed right, "Then the first one is Tezuka."

"Um……"

Now that he guessed it, there is nothing to deny, Ryoma nodded briskly: "It's just dinner."

Originally it was a natural association, but Buer didn't know what he thought of. After a moment of stunned, he sighed with a complicated mood and said, "Why do I have a feeling of being underestimated?"

Long Ma gnawed on the fish bone, raised his head, and gave a look of incomprehension.

Belittle whom?

Belittle what?I really don't understand.

She thought for a while, and told the other party seriously: "Don't worry, Senior Fuji, no one underestimates your weight—my brother was worried that it would be too hard for Minister Tezuka to carry you back, so he suggested that Senior should stay overnight."

"...That's right." Fuji smiled wryly.

After breakfast, Buer got up and said goodbye.

He was thinking about going back and changing into clean clothes, so he regrettably gave up the chance to compete with several tennis masters, thanked him politely, and Longma accompanied him to the gate of the courtyard.

"Did you stay at home to practice these few days?" Fuji stopped and looked at her.

"Well...it should be."

Unlike others, Ryoma has too many sparring partners, and the lineup is quite luxurious.With Irie and the others there, it may be more useful than her training in school. Therefore, Gan just provided a reference menu and did not arrange more specific tasks for her.

"Then...see you in the finals?" Fuji tilted his head and smiled, "Just don't be late. If necessary, I can provide morningcall service."

"I see—" Ryoma drew out his voice, his head covered with black lines.

After all, she has a lot of criminal records, she didn't refute, but said: "I can tell the seriousness of the matter clearly."

When he returned to the living room, Nanjiro finally got up, yawned, took a newspaper, and glanced at it casually.

As soon as he sat down at the dining table, he heard Ryoma's footsteps passing by in the corridor. He put down the newspaper and dragged his head to read it: "Hey, did you leave?"

"Ah."

"Not bad, you," Nanjiro said in a sour tone, "I've been bringing boys to my house for the night since I was young, and I was—"

"Uncle, it's because they're still young." Irie Koudo took the words with a pleasing expression, his brows and eyes curved, "There's nothing wrong with it, right?"

Nanjiro was at a loss for words, staring at his breakfast for a while, then suddenly slapped the table and called Ryoma to stop: "Wait a minute, pack up your things, let's go for a walk."

"Eh?"

Nanjiro said that he would take her out for "secret special training" - in order to maximize her strength before the final.

For the first time ever, Dad offered to help her.

In Ryoma's childhood memory, there is only the impression that he was playing with a children's racket to amuse himself.Especially when she grew up, she was the one who groped by herself and developed her skills through tumbling and rolling.

If it's about guidance, it's not as real as she found out the game video of professional-level masters by herself.

But since Nanjiro said so, Ryoma decided to believe him for a while, and returned to the room to pack his luggage after packing up the dishes.

I set off today, but I don’t know when I’ll be back—it might be the day after tomorrow, or it might be the morning of the game. With Echizen Nanjiro’s temperament, everything is uncertain.

Ryoma stuffed two sets of change of clothes into the bag, but still felt that it was not enough, but thinking that she might send herself to the mountains for special training, it would be more convenient to pack lightly.

All four rackets have been maintained, the net cable has just been replaced, and the grip tape is also the usual brand.She checked them one by one and put them in her bag.

When Ryoma walked out of the room with his luggage, he found that Tokugawa and Irie were also packing their bags and ready to go.

"together?"

"Of course," Irie Kanata replied affirmatively, "Maybe there is something we can help with?"

Tokugawa Kazuya nodded: "There may be danger in the mountains."

Sure enough, everyone defaulted to going to the mountains for practice.Ryoma sighed slightly.

Nanjiro bought them tickets to Karuizawa, and said mysteriously that he wanted to find a quiet place.

"It's in the mountains!"

"Hmm..." Nanjiro turned his head and whistled.

The four got on the tram, looking at the scenery outside the window, doing nothing.Irie Kanade took out a deck of playing cards from his pocket as if by magic, and asked if he wanted to play.

"It's fine with you." Tokugawa refused decisively.

Ryoma also felt the same, and stood firmly on the same side as Tokugawa.Irie could only take back the cards in disappointment: "Not everyone can meditate like Kazuya."

Tokugawa remained silent and closed his eyes quietly, as if falling asleep, but his body was not leaning on the seat, and he was still sitting upright on the slightly shaking train, motionless as a mountain.

Irie was helpless, shrugged his shoulders, and looked at Ryoma: "Do you want to sleep too?"

She shook her head, not sleepy yet.

Ryoma sat by the window, it was no fun to look at the fresh scenery for a long time.She rested her elbows on the window sill, rested her chin in one hand, and played with her mobile phone with one hand.There was a message from Tsuna-ji in the inbox, asking if they were going to play the finals.

—Yes, but the game has been postponed.

——It’s amazing, I will definitely watch it!I heard that your opponent is very strong, are you still hurrying up for special training?

——Well, almost, my dad is going to take me to practice in the mountains.

--what?

Gang Ji thought about it, and said that when she was dragged to the special training, she was also taken to the mountains by the teacher, climbed the cliff, and wrestled with the waterfall for several days before she was done.

Ryoma; "..."

seriously?

"It's true, I don't believe it when I say it, but climbing the cliff is really useful." Gangji told her sincerely.

"...Is that so?"

"I was able to defeat a powerful opponent that was beyond imagination. After I practiced that trick, I was able to defeat it. Isn't it amazing?" The other end of the phone smiled dryly, "Just try it and you'll know."

Ryoma was dubious.

……

Fortunately, after Nanjiro took them to the mountain, he didn't intend to let them climb the cliff.

He found a waterfall. Looking at the rushing water falling from the top of the mountain, Ryoma broke into a little cold sweat: Why, is she going to fight the waterfall too?

"Hmm, no," Nanjiro waved his index finger, and rolled up the sleeves of the wide kimono casually to avoid being splashed by the water. "We are here to practice."

It's just like child's play.

Long Ma curled his lips, thinking that his foolish look was obviously teasing her, so he turned around and was about to leave.

Nanjiro stopped her with one sentence: "Hey, girl, don't you want to know how '□□Seamless' is practiced?"

Ryoma stopped and turned around.The strong air current brought by the waterfall blew up the water mist, and she blinked, letting the water droplets be filtered by the eyelashes.

"That kind of thing, isn't it legendary?"

Even if it taught her how to make steel, it might be more believable.

Echizen Nanjiro grinned: "If you don't try it, how would you know?"