must love tennis

What kind of feeling is that?

Chaotic, dim, like a mess in the brain, and like a swarm of bees swirling around, buzzing and making noise, the scalp tingles, and the back of the head is also swollen and painful.

She vaguely remembered that she must be drowning, she was slightly startled, and struggled desperately, trying to reach out, but her arms were so heavy that she could hardly lift them up, and she couldn't catch anything in the end.

Occasionally, a faint light flashed past the eyes, as if someone was talking, and it was a very familiar voice.The hazy figure sometimes became clear, and suddenly an anxious, familiar face appeared in front of her, calling something to her, was she calling her name?

No, not now.

So, where is she now?

Consciousness gradually came back, her eyelids were stuck together heavily, and it was difficult to breathe. She coughed and felt something stuck in her throat, which was very uncomfortable until...

Ryoma suddenly opened his eyes: "Ahem——"

The temperature on her lips was drawn away quickly, she spit out some water, coughed violently a few times, her chest gradually eased, she wiped her mouth subconsciously, looked at Tokugawa Kazuya, her eyes wide open, A look of shock.

Irie was relieved: "It should be fine."

She tilted her head in doubt, looked left and right, and bit her lower lip a little uneasy.

"Where is this place?—Excuse me, who are you?"

"..."

"Amnesia?!" Echizen Nanjiro rushed over, his expression was a bit out of control, "Hey, Ryoma, take a good look at me, don't you really know Dad?"

Tokugawa moved away numbly, Irie Kanata's face changed, and his voice was slightly low: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be here."

"I have learned the correct first aid method, there is no mistake." Tokugawa also frowned.

"That must be the wrong way to open it—" He raised his voice, a little anxious.

Tokugawa had to press his shoulder: "Calm down."

"I'm just..." Irie sighed suddenly, closed his eyes, and withdrew his overly rich demeanor, "Oh, I'm just impatient."

The two of them turned their heads again with serious expressions on their faces.

At this time, Nanjiro was holding Ryoma's shoulder and shaking slightly: "Hey, now is not the time to joke, girl! Woohoo, it's dad's mistake..."

"Huh?" Ryoma blinked, a little at a loss, "Sorry, I don't know..."

"Uncle, wait a moment," Irie Kouda knelt down beside her, held her hand, and squeezed it lightly, "Do you remember anything, Ryoma?"

"Me?" Ryoma pointed to himself and asked cautiously.

Nanjiro let go of his hand in vain and covered his face.He confirmed that not only did he not know them, but he didn't even remember who she was.

Ryoma still felt a headache, and her temples were swollen and painful. She didn't know how to respond to the overly eager care of the three of them.If this is her father, then the other two...

"I'm your older brother," Irie Kanade said softly, holding her hand slowly tightened, "If you forget me, brother will be very sad."

"Well, I'm sorry." She shrank back a little uncomfortably, "I really don't remember."

The boy with warm orange short hair suddenly became melancholy, his red eyes dimmed: "I really don't have any memory at all?"

"Um……"

"Your name is Echizen Ryoma, and you are a first-year student at Youth Academy. Do you remember this?"

Ryoma continued to shake his head.

He sighed, his tone became softer and more persuasive: "It's okay, don't be nervous. Then let me introduce myself again, my name is Irie Kanata-the one next to me is Tokugawa Kazuya. Don't look at this guy's coldness , is actually the type with a fiery heart."

Ryoma looked at him.Irie Kanata has a delicate face, short curly hair that looks like sheep's fur, very soft, and a just right smile on his lips, giving people a very approachable feeling.

If it is such a brother...

she thought slowly.

Why are their surnames different?Confused, her brows furrowed as she thought about it.

"Then what do you remember?" At this time, another person said.

The voice was cold, just like the face he saw up close when he bent down to give her artificial respiration just now, it was also cold.He has a pair of gray-blue eyes, and the wet black hair sticks to his face in a mess, or is slightly raised.

He is a very handsome young man with a strong deterrent effect.But the way he looked at him was gentle.

Ryoma's gaze fell on his equally wet body, and he immediately understood that he had just jumped into the water to save himself.As Irie said, he must care about her very much.But they and her... No, I can't remember at all.

This feeling of empty mind is very uncomfortable.

Ryoma pressed his forehead and rubbed it slowly: "I seem to be playing with people at the beach... After that, I don't remember."

"Hey, Ryoma, keep up!"

In the fleeting picture, the boy was showing a hearty laugh and waving at her.

That's right, that's the name he said.

……and then?

Ryoma tried her best to think about the fragments that flashed in her mind, but it just made her head feel more and more uncomfortable. Those pictures were just like her brain, always in a daze, unable to see clearly.

"No hurry, take your time," Irie said, "Relax a bit, we are playing with friends at the beach, right?"

"No...it doesn't seem like a friend," she said slowly, "Maybe, brother?"

Irie was slightly taken aback, and quickly raised his eyes to Tokugawa.The two exchanged glances, and the latter's expression was also a little weird.

"Brother?" Irie repeated, "You actually remember this..."

He looked hurt.

Ryoma looked at him, feeling guilty.They must be very sad not to remember their brother, but to think of other people.

She reached out her other hand and held Irie's wrist instead.

"I'll try to remember," she said.

The young man was slightly absent-minded, lowered his eyelids, the frame of the glasses slid to the tip of his nose, and he pushed them back again.

"Okay, we'll be with you."

Nanjiro wandered around like a headless chicken not far away, biting his fingers.

Tokugawa nodded at him.

"Is it really not possible?" Nanjiro sighed helplessly, "It seems that bringing her here... I made a wrong choice."

"Before it happens, who will know." Irie comforted.

Tokugawa seemed to remember something and asked, "What about them?"

"Oh, the baseball boy and the girl received a call from a friend, saying that something happened to someone they knew, so they hurried over to help. They left in a hurry, and I don't know where the other person went..."

Nanjiro touched the back of his head, recalling the killer's sharp eyes, he couldn't help but click his tongue: "When did my girl play with these people?"

Even so, he didn't seem to be very panicked. After all, he was still full of confidence in the daughter he raised.

"If Ms. Sawada is here, maybe there will be a way..." Irie said here, shaking his head with a wry smile, "But it's true, it might not be a good thing to get too close to them."

"Let's go back first." Calm down, Nanjiro straightened the wrinkles on the kimono, and made a final decision. "Tomorrow they will have a final. Going back to school and getting in touch with familiar classmates and seniors may help restore memory."

"Yeah, the final is coming tomorrow." Irie frowned, thinking about why they came here, he couldn't help tightening his heart, "It's really not a good time."

Nanjiro also smiled wryly: "I was still thinking about explaining the "seam-clothes" thing to this girl today, it's really——the world is unpredictable!"

He raised his head, put his hands into his sleeves, and walked forward stepping on clogs.

I can only go back and think of a way.

When Irie turned his head, he found that Ryoma had consciously held Tokugawa's hand, like a toddler at the time, with a sense of strangeness and caution about the world, and he was holding the other's fingers tightly.

"Ryoma..." He was momentarily stunned, and glared at Tokugawa.

The latter didn't quite understand, and returned a questioning look.

Irie sighed: "I see, you really like... the type of cold beauty?"

Tokugawa: "..."

He took Ryoma's hand instead, and held it openly in front of him.

"Let's go."

Irie Zuodo gave Ryoma a resentful look.She shrank her neck and stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

She couldn't tell what was going on, but she just felt that the tall brother Kazuya looked very reliable and had a sense of security.It doesn't mean that Brother Zuo Duo is not good....

Nanjiro threw their luggage out of it and directed the two to put the tent away.

There are still traces of fire left in the soil, which is the proof that they have practiced here in the past few days. Unfortunately, Longma didn't feel this, and swayed around, his expression still blank.

While waiting, she squatted outside, looking at the fire left over from the previous night, watching very intently, not knowing what she was thinking, until Tokugawa came over and patted her on the shoulder lightly.

Ryoma raised his neck and looked over, his cat-like eyes were shining brightly in the sunlight, very cute.Tokugawa opened his mouth, and immediately forgot what he was going to say.

"Is Kazuya shy?" Naturally, Irie seized the opportunity and blinked teasingly.

"..."

Tokugawa's eyes flickered for a moment, then turned away for a moment, then met Ryoma's gaze again, and his eyebrows trembled imperceptibly: "Don't...look at me like that."

"Can't you?" Ryoma was puzzled.

"I'm not used to it." He was a little speechless, and then gave up, "But...it's okay."

"It's time to go." Irikawa reminded tentatively.

Ryoma stood up and took Tokugawa's hand. Seeing this, Nanjiro shrugged, and when he turned around, he muttered a few words: "What kind of instinct is this..."

Do you feel dependent on the gashapon brother you drew out with your own hands?

Echizen Nanjiro was very sad.

I don't want to talk, alas.

Irie Kanata quickly walked out of the blow.He was very good at unpacking himself, and quickly found—or rather, discovered new pleasures.

"It's 'Ni-chan' Oh, 'Ni-chan', that's what Ryoma used to call, right, Kazuya?" He looked at Ryoma with rabbit-like red eyes, which greatly shook her.

"Brother Zhuanduo..." She tried to shout out, but got a satisfied smile from the other party.This made her at a loss, and she wondered if she had made a mistake, and she was getting closer and closer to Tokugawa's body.

Tokugawa didn't make a sound, and shook her hand comfortingly.

"Well, good."

Irie rubbed Ryoma's hair, suddenly remembered something, turned out her bag, and found the iconic FILA ball cap: "Here, this is yours."

He threw it over, and Ryoma let go of Tokugawa's hand to catch it. The posture was not very skilled, and he almost dropped the hat on the ground.She turned it over and looked it over, and put it on her head.

It should be the ball cap she is used to wearing. Although the hair is pressed under it and it feels a bit stuffy, in a certain sense, it feels a lot more comfortable.

"And your racket, do you want to find the feeling?" Kanata Irie undid the zipper and took out the red racket.

Ryoma raised the brim of his hat and asked, "What racket?"

"Um……"

Don't you remember playing tennis?He hesitated for a moment, and cast a look of help to Tokugawa.

Tokugawa reached out to take the racket, and stuffed it into Ryoma's hand: "Hold it first."

After losing her memory, she became very well-behaved. Although she still didn't quite understand it, she heard "dear brother" say that, so she followed suit. She held the handle with one hand, fiddled with the head and the network cable with the other, and studied it curiously for a while. , so he missed the gravel under his feet and almost tripped.

"what--"

She shook, and her arms were immediately held by the elder brothers on both sides, and she lifted them up, patting her chest with lingering fear.

"Be careful." Irie sighed softly, "If you want to play tennis, you should leave the mountain first, okay?—But, if you really don't remember tennis..."

When he said this, his expression suddenly became bewildered, and he looked at Tokugawa Kazuya.

Does the meaning of their summoning still exist?