must love tennis

After the awards ceremony, Ryoma followed Kirihara out of the arena as the audience left.He deliberately picked a corner near the vending machine and bought her a small bag of donuts.

According to him, this is the experience of Marui-senpai. After a game with a lot of physical loss, it is necessary to supplement appropriate sugar.

It was fine if he didn't say anything at first, but when he did, Ryoma also felt that his stomach was empty, and he ate more than half of it in a blink of an eye.While chewing, she stretched out the opened snack bag, but Kirihara didn't take it.

The young man was scratching his messy black hair, hesitating "that" and "what", his face was reddish, and he was struggling faintly, making people feel anxious for him.

Ryoma didn't know what he wanted to say, but she suddenly thought of it.

"Speaking of which, you were the one who made Senior Gan look like that just now..." She narrowed her eyes slightly and pointed it out calmly.It seems to be saying, don't think that I don't know if I have amnesia.

Kirihara: "..."

Kirihara suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"That, no... I didn't do it on purpose at the time!" He was anxious to defend himself, but he realized that his reason was really lame, so he opened his mouth and choked.

"To be honest," Ryoma said calmly, "I don't really like it."

She thought that no one should like it.

But why would Li Haida's seniors let him go berserk on the field when he was the main candidate? ——Is it even encouraging and leading him to this extreme, just for the sake of the so-called strength and the victory that is never allowed to be lost?

It's hard to imagine this happening with Yukimura's acquiescence.

That seemingly gentle boy also has such a cruel side in order to persist in winning.

Ryoma can't quite understand their thoughts.Therefore, it is precisely because of this that she absolutely does not want to lose to them, let him know... no, it should be, at least let him see that even without "unscrupulous means", she can still win.

She sighed.

"Besides, if you do this, you will do yourself a lot of harm."

Tennis is not a tool to hurt people.

Kirihara said dejectedly, I won't do that in the future.

But after he finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment, as if he was not sure about his ability to control, after all, he couldn't remember clearly the memory after he went berserk on the field.

"I...I can't guarantee it, but I will try my best to control myself." He added helplessly.

"Well."

Ryoma thought to herself that she had no position to ask him to do anything, but she just felt a little uncomfortable seeing Qian's miserable appearance after she recovered her memory.So she spoke up.

Li Haida's style is indeed difficult to agree with. However, to be honest, there is no absolute question of "right or wrong" in the game itself.

She shook her head, and instead of digging deeper, she asked, "Then what did you want to say?"

"Ah." Kirihara came back to his senses and coughed dryly, "Yeah, like this, didn't you talk about a date last time..."

"But we won." Ryoma tilted his head, a little surprised.

Kirihara blushed, "But, I won too!"

Ryoma: "...Ah."

How do you feel that it subtly overlaps with the last time?

She thought about it carefully.No, it's still not the same. At least last time, during the first match of the Kanto Tournament, Atobe's so-called dating bet was largely out of provocation, and a small part was teasing, aimed at her.

Atobe made a high profile in everything he did, and the date he said was aboveboard, without any ambiguous atmosphere—and it was true in fact, including Huadi, the three of them just went to watch a football game.

Therefore, Ryoma agreed quite frankly at that time, but he didn't think there was any problem, and he didn't have to be responsible for some kind of feelings he might have.

And this time, Kirihara's intentions were also very clear.

"I'm sorry that I said some unkind words to you at the beginning," the curly-haired boy scratched his hair, his face turned blue and white, but in the end, he closed his eyes resolutely and continued, "I was wrong , I'm really sorry. But, Ryoma-san, I really like you too... I hope you can give me a chance!"

"..."

What is like it?

Ryoma still couldn't figure it out.

On the way back, she was still thinking about this question, feeling very strange: "We don't know each other very well either. Why can we be so sure that we 'like'? I remember that the first time we met was just..."

Accidentally bumped into a bus?

It's not that he has any opinion on Kirihara, Ryoma just simply doesn't understand and is extremely confused.

Then, she heard Buer cough: "Is it natural to like cute girls? It's just that you don't have this kind of cognition, Ryoma."

There was silence around me.

Ryoma raised his head and saw Kikumaru nodded solemnly: "That's it."

Taocheng has been avoiding suspicion since yesterday. He hesitated for a long time when getting into the car, perfectly showing the shyness and a little shyness of an adolescent boy.

He didn't sit next to Ryoma generously as usual, but Kikumaru took the lead instead.He sat on the left side of Ryoma, stared at her for a while and couldn't help stretching out his hand, gently pinching her cheek.

"Although it's a pity that I don't have an older sister, but if I have a younger sister...it would be nice!" the big cat-like senior sighed.

Her face also turned slightly red, a little hot, but she suspected that it was pinched by the other party, she turned her head away and covered her face.

"Senior Ying Er!"

"So," Oishi in the back row put his arms on the back of the chair, leaned over, and asked seriously, "What else did that Kirihara say?"

For a moment, everyone looked over, their eyes burning.

In the silence, Haitang suddenly said a word: "So last time, you really went on a date with Atobe of Ice Emperor?"

Ryoma: "...Uh, this."

Trouble, how to explain it.

When Ryoma returned home, Mr. Nanjiro, who was not in the mood, was on the phone with someone this time, and after a while, he put down the phone.

"Hey girl, are you back?"

He still spoke in the same casual tone at the beginning, but then he told her the business: "I have already contacted, if you want to go back to Los Angeles, it has been arranged. The data files can also be processed, and will not be left behind." What's the trouble...Of course, there are also some tickets for the invitational tournament, which you may be interested in. But—”

When Nanjiro said this, he stopped meaningfully and looked at her.

"Ryoma, what do you think?"

"I--"

When Ryoma spoke, he didn't think about what he was going to say next.After a while, she went on: "I don't want to go so fast."

Echizen Nanjiro nodded, not surprised: "Then stay here and talk about it after you think it through."

He pushed open the door and walked to the backyard, waving his hands without looking back.

"Think hard, girl!"

Ryoma stood where he was, feeling lost, and turned his head to see Nanako's cousin discussing the dishes for dinner with Irie—as Qinggaku's congratulations for winning the national championship.

Both of them were so excited that even Tokugawa, who was helping out, couldn't get in the conversation.

Ryoma quietly walked to the table and stepped down, watching them happily.Only Tokugawa looked at her distractedly: "Are you hungry? You may have to wait a little longer today."

She shook her head and said, "No."

I just feel like I don't know what to do for a while.

Winning the game, of course, is a very happy thing.It's just that after the goal that has been set for a long time is achieved in such a dream, Ryoma loses the direction of the next step.

Not to mention, there were still so many questions waiting for her, she was a little upset and couldn't settle down.

"I want to go to Toy City in a few days, can you accompany me?" Long Ma asked.

Tokugawa was taken aback for a moment, then nodded calmly and said, "Okay."

……

That night, Ryoma finished washing early and climbed into bed to lie down.

She thought it was not that easy for her to fall asleep, but in fact, she quickly fell asleep under the hypnosis of Irie Kanata's familiar saxophone.

The sky was blue and cloudless.

When Ryoma first opened his eyes, there was a hazy mist around him, which gradually dissipated as the sun set.She was still thinking about where this was, but when she raised her head again, the scene in front of her eyes became clear.

The boundless grassland, she was wearing pajamas, stepped on the soft grass with bare feet, and took a few steps forward tentatively, the scene around her gradually changed.

Looking into the distance, at the end of the hillside, under the shaded trees, there seemed to be a few figures.

Ryoma quickened her pace, and the phantom around her flashed by quickly, and then, like a slow motion zooming in, she saw clearly the person sitting under the tree, and also saw Seiichi Yukimura coming around from the other side behind the tree.

"what?"

The two looked at each other first, both showing surprised expressions, and then looked at the tablecloth spread under the shade of the tree, on which there were all kinds of delicate desserts and chocolate cakes.

Like them, Gang Ji was also a little confused. She was only wearing a sundress, sitting cross-legged by the tablecloth, dragging her head thoughtfully, looking at the young man who was drinking tea elegantly.

He was the only one present who was well dressed and had a calm demeanor.

"Mu..." Tsuna spoke slowly, his tone full of suspicion, "Is this a picnic, or afternoon tea?"

The illusionist named Liudaoku put down his teacup, and also looked helpless: "How did I know there would be so many people?"

"Sorry," Yukimura asked politely, "Did I bother you?"

"No." Gangji shook his head decisively.

She didn't want to be alone in a dream with the dangerous illusionist, and her expectant eyes fell on the two of them.

"...Since we're all here, it's also fate." Mukuro said slowly, he seemed a little reluctant, but he glanced at Tsunaki from the corner of his eye, and still made a gesture of invitation.

Ryoma was dazed, Yukimura grabbed his wrist and pulled him over, and sat down.

Picnic in dreamland?

This is really fresh.

Four people sat around a spacious tablecloth, looking at the refreshments that appeared here for some reason.

Compared to Ryoma, Yukimura quickly accepted this strange setting.He calmed down, and for the sake of relieving the atmosphere, he turned to the guests and picked up the teapot to pour tea for them.

His movements are very skillful, and he obviously has some understanding of the tea ceremony, but the black tea on display here is slightly different from the Japanese habit.Afterwards, he hesitated for a while, put some biscuits on a plate, and put them in front of Ryoma: "Would you like to try it?"

"I'm not hungry..." Ryoma said shyly, rubbing his abdomen.

Not only is she not hungry, but she ate a lot for dinner just now, and she is still feeling overwhelmed.

Tsuna Kichi thanked Yukimura, solemnly picked up the teacup, held it in his hand and looked at it for a while, then asked, "Whose dream is this here?"

"Don't look at me," Muku quickly turned his head away, "I'm just too bored, let's go for a walk."

Then it's not his.

Tsuna had dreamed of similar scenes before, but this time it was different, her eyes turned to Ryoma tentatively: "Do you have any impression?"

"No." Ryoma shook his head, "I usually dream of islands and beaches."

"It sounds very Hawaiian." Yukimura laughed, took a sip of black tea, put it down, and said calmly, "I think this should be my dream."

Ryoma blinked, but hadn't recovered yet.

Tsuna Kichi already had a sudden realization and thumped his palms: "Kun Yukimura, are you really a born illusionist?"