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Ryoma came out of the bathroom with wet hair wrapped in a towel, looked up and saw Yumiko poking her head out of the kitchen, and asked enthusiastically, "Does Ryoma want milk?"

"Sister, she doesn't like to drink." Halfway through speaking, Fuji remembered something, and took the cup from her hand with a smile, "But...you can try it now."

"It's so late, it's better to drink some milk to fall asleep." Fujiko looked at the wall clock on the wall, "Tomorrow is an important day."

"Yes." Fuji said, and handed the milk to Ryoma, "Although I lost my memory, do you still like to take a bath like before?"

Ryoma said thank you in a low voice, took a sip of the milk cup slowly, and then replied: "Mmm...it's very comfortable."

Relax your sore limbs and immerse yourself in the bubble bath, it should be said to be enjoyable.

In fact, the amount of exercise tonight is not too much compared to her usual training. It is probably due to the fatigue accumulated from the practice in the mountains in the past few days, Bu Er speculated.

Longma really didn't like milk, she drank it habitually to death, then couldn't help wrinkling her nose, struggling with the remaining sip of milk that she hadn't swallowed yet.

The weird taste spread on the tongue and in the mouth, but the thought of swallowing it made my stomach churn.

"Forget it, don't force it." Fuji realized his conscience, snatched the cup back, and sighed, "The hair dryer is on the cabinet, go and dry your hair first."

"Blow... what?"

Yeah, he'd just taught her how to use the water heater and soak in bath lotion in the bathtub before—because she seemed interested.

Buer rubbed his forehead and laughed: "Sorry, I forgot again. Then come with me."

Having experience in taking care of a younger brother, Bu Er seems to be very capable if it is a younger sister.

Ryoma sat obediently on the chair, tilted his head, his excess curiosity did not transfer to the principle of the hair dryer, but stared at the crystal music ball on Yuta's desk in a daze.

After blowing her hair, Buer pulled out the plug, ready to say goodnight to her.

"You don't need to tell a bedtime story, do you?" He smiled narrowly and looked at the alarm clock on the table. After tidying up, it was almost twelve o'clock.

I heard from Atobe that Ryoma didn't sleep the night before, and I was a little worried that she would not be able to handle it in such a body.

Although she doesn't seem to be aware of such a problem now... After all, she is young and her resilience is amazing.

Ryoma thought for a while: "It seems that the story on the road just now has not been finished yet?"

"That's not a story." Fuji corrected, "It's something we experienced together."

She didn't pay attention to this detail, but continued: "You said, I still have an older brother?"

"Hmm." After being slightly surprised, Fuji thought for a while and asked, "Ryoma, do you have a little impression of him?"

Ryoma didn't shake his head this time, but hesitated, and nodded slowly.

"I seem to have seen..."

On a sunny summer day, the face of the boy laughing and waving at her by the beach was lingering in her mind.Whenever she is about to become blurred, as if sinking into the deep sea, it will not be long before she will stubbornly surface again, trying to evoke her buried memory.

That must be something very memorable, Ryoma thought.

Only when I don't remember anything, I can only think of his face.

"However, when I try to think about it, it hurts." Ryoma touched his temple unconsciously, and frowned in embarrassment, "I really want to think about it quickly, but, hiss..."

As if some key word was triggered, she couldn't help holding her head down and shaking it vigorously, as if trying to drive something out of her head.

It must have been really painful, Ryoma's voice stopped, he bit his lip, his expression became a little pale, and he slid off the chair precariously.

Realizing that something was wrong, Buer stepped forward to help her up, and sat her on the side of the bed with her waist supported.

"Don't worry, if it's painful, don't think about it anymore." He comforted softly, and raised his hand to push her messy bangs aside.

Ryoma slowly parted his lips and raised his head, meeting his eyes.

Those beautiful blue eyes were full of concern: "Are you still suffering?"

Buer pressed her hand and rubbed her temples instead.Her head was still dizzy, but the tearing tingling that had appeared briefly had disappeared, and the throbbing nerves were gradually relieved.

"Hmm..." Ryoma snorted softly, closed his eyelids, and opened them quickly, looking at him through a layer of water in his eyes, "Thank you senior, it's much better."

"What exactly is it?" Fuji said to himself, "What makes you feel so uncomfortable, but still instinctively wants to retrieve the original memory..."

That person must be important, right?

Ryoma obviously couldn't answer this question yet, puffed up his cheeks in distress, and let out a breath.

Everyone knows that Ryoma is not good at conventional ways of comforting others, but in fact, Fuji himself doesn't quite understand it either.At this time, the gifted boy was rarely helpless, he could only recall how he comforted his crying brother when he was a child, and gave her a hug.

"It will be fine."

Because you are Echizen Ryoma.

You are stronger than anyone else, from you, we get so much encouragement and persistence, so...

"It will be fine." Fuji repeated firmly.

"Even if we can't catch up with the game tomorrow, we won't blame you. In the duel with Li Haida, each of us will still go all out, Ryoma, we must watch carefully."

He finally let go of his hand, Ryoma replied seriously: "Okay."

dong dong.

There were two knocks on the door of the room, and then Yumiko's curly long brown hair slipped out of the crack in the door, the gap widened, and that pretty face appeared in front of them.

"Zhou Zhu?" She called softly, looked at her younger brother cautiously, and gave a suggestive look, "It's late, let Ryoma have a good rest?"

"Well, I got it, sister." Fuji said, standing up from the bed.

He probably knew what his sister was worried about...

However, if you think about it, if Ryoma looks like this, even if he may have any thoughts, how can he do it?

Fuer found the stuffed bear that Yuta had neglected for many years from the corner and stuffed it into her arms: "When Yuta was young, he liked it very much and cherished it very much. Unfortunately, when he grew up, he spent most of his time in school, but my sister still I've cleaned the dust regularly... If it's still uncomfortable, hold it tight, okay?"

Ryoma still doesn't remember Karubin in the pet shop, but her natural instinct makes her like this kind of furry thing very much: "Well, thank you, senior."

Her voice became cheerful and sounded a little sweet.

Before closing the door, Buer glanced back. Ryoma was sitting on the edge of the bed with his teddy bear in his arms. His freshly washed hair was hanging on the side of his face, making his skin fair and transparent. He looked quiet and weak. , looks like a full-fledged girlish demeanor.

He sighed silently.

"Although it's cute like this... But as expected, I hope you'll remember it quickly."

"Good night, Ryoma."

On August 23, the day of the finals of the national competition finally arrived.

Everyone in Qingxue gathered outside the arena was not in a calm mood.Fuer was indeed very reliable, and brought Ryoma to the assembly point very early, but when they looked at them expectantly, he just shook his head slightly regretfully.

It can only be so.

There is no other way...

Kikumaru's face became visibly depressed.

Dashi also sighed, and looked at the coach worriedly.But soon he thought, maybe, they are wrong, how can we put all our hopes on one person?

Before it was Tezuka, now it's Ryoma...

The burden of winning or losing should not be placed on any one of them - but each of them should bear it together!

"Don't think so much now," Dashi cheered up, stretched out his hands and clenched them into fists, "Everyone!"

"Qingxue—Come on!"

Coach Ryuzaki was silent, nodded, and watched them walk towards the players' passage.

Normally they would enter the arena in a long line, but today they broke up into a group, surrounded the bewildered first-year students in the middle, like guardians, and marched into the court aggressively.

The scene of the finals was very lively, people entered the venue very early, and until now, groups of students have continued to enter the venue.

The positions near the stands are all full, and they radiate into the distance.The cheerleaders cheered and shouted in their respective camp areas. Looking at the two teams that entered, waves of cheers broke out in the auditorium behind them.

Looking at it roughly like this, even if it doesn't reach the audience size of tens of thousands, at least there are several thousand.

Sure enough, it was not of the same magnitude as the previous competition.The candidates who came to the center of the stage for the first time sighed, and their expressions became more solemn.

Looking around, the nearby stands are full of familiar faces. Three days ago, they had a "carnival" at the barbecue house with their friends, Liujiao Middle School, Higa Middle School, Sitianbao Temple, Ice Emperor Academy...Further away, There are more familiar or unfamiliar opponents.

Perhaps, they all watched this final with the expectation of witnessing history.

Originally, at this moment, Taocheng should be full of excitement, but his expression was quite calm. Looking at Ryoma walking beside him, he whispered comfortingly: "Don't be nervous, don't worry about other people, just follow us."

This was the first time Ryoma had seen such a big battle since she lost her memory. Looking at the magnificent arena and hearing the loud voices in her ears, she felt a little nervous and moved closer to Taocheng.

Taocheng seemed to be casually embracing her shoulders, and lowered the brim of her hat a bit.

As the night passed, her gradually recovering memory was at a certain hazy, swaying and loose node.Everyone agrees that it is likely to be a critical stage now, and I hope it will not be affected by off-court factors.

only……

Audiences who are further away may not be able to see clearly, but those who are familiar with Ryoma in the school will also feel a little strange and wonder when watching this scene. The opponents who are in the same stadium may be more likely to spot the clues.

Taocheng glanced at it and broke out in a cold sweat.

Fuji seemed to feel it, and slowed down, walked up to Ryoma, and said softly, "This is our opponent today."

Ryoma looked at the other side, a group of teenagers who came out of another player tunnel.

"Youth Academy, Lihai University Affiliated High School enters the field—line up!"

Under the instruction of the referee, they stepped forward.Ryoma followed Fuji, walked a few steps forward aimlessly, heard him cough lightly, and raised his chin as a signal.

She seemed to understand a little bit, moved a few steps, and then was held by Tezuka's wrist, and couldn't help but let out an "ah".

"This way." Tezuka didn't care about other people's eyes, and calmly led her to stand in front of the net.Because his attitude was too calm, it didn't make people feel awkward.

Ryoma imitated him and stood up, raised his head, facing a rather handsome boy, wearing a white sweatband to tie up his dark blue slightly curly hair.

He smiled at her tenderly: "It seems that you are indeed the number one single."

Is it someone you know?Ryoma was still thinking about this question, and subconsciously made a confused monotone: "...Huh?"

A trace of surprise flashed quickly in Yukimura's eyes: "Huh? Ryoma?"

At the same time, the other seven people also looked towards the far right at the same time, paused slightly when their eyes passed Tezuka, and finally gathered on Ryoma.

Looking at her round eyes, with a pure and innocent look, it seemed that she didn't feel the fighting spirit and fighting spirit surging under the tide on the court.The main candidates of Lihai University showed strange and suspicious expressions in the finals of the Kanto Competition more than a month ago.

How do you feel... so cute? !

However, this is not like her at all!

A group of people are a little restless.Especially Kirihara, who has been caught in the shock of passion in his heart.

Ryoma blinked, and hurriedly looked at Tezuka.

How strange do these people look?

He pushed his glasses calmly, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry about it."