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When King Ni was about to reveal the truth, Atobe glanced at him, probably conveying some kind of look, and he quickly stopped and shut his mouth.

An unspeakable atmosphere spread among the four people in the yard.

Ryoma tilted his head, and slowly put down the bamboo knife in his hand, but he didn't seem to think about what to do next, he just pressed the tip of the knife into the soil.

Sanada's expression froze quickly after a brief absence.

Then, Kirihara's carefree voice broke into this space: "I just said why no one is here, you are all here-eh? What happened, did the typhoon come?"

He was answered by continued silence.

Kirihara turned his head from one side to the other in doubt, scratched his cheek, and muttered: "Strange, it shouldn't be possible to blow through the mountain?"

Ryoma took a bold step and walked towards the pot of little flowers that had been ravaged.She is not familiar with the species of flowers and plants, so she squatted down and looked around, but she didn't see anything obvious. She was about to turn around and ask, when a jagged shadow was cast behind her.

Atobe and Nioh stood beside her, rubbing their chins with contemplative faces.

"Hey, Nioh, is this Iris?"

"It may be some kind of orchid, but I'm not proficient in flowers." Nioh replied slowly.

Then they turned their heads together and looked at Sanada.

Sanada still stood where he was, with a very heavy expression on his face, and said slowly: "I understand, I will take the initiative to report to him."

"There's no need to be so serious," Atobe reassured, "It's just a small flower that just opened, and it's not expensive."

"It should have just moved here last night. I remember Senior Fuji and the others—" Ryoma hesitated for a while, "Are you discussing about growing flowers?"

Sanada's expression became even more painful: "You don't understand what this means to Yukimura."

"Are you in love?" Atobe raised his eyebrows, obviously he couldn't really understand the feelings of Li Haida and the others, and said nonchalantly, "Anyway, he doesn't come here every day, so why don't we go dig a plant in the mountains later? "

Atobe is a very active person, and the second he made this suggestion, he was already gearing up to implement it.

But at this time, Kirihara, who came after belatedly, finally got a rough glimpse of the truth from their conversation, and looked at Atobe inexplicably.

"how?"

"I don't think it's okay..." Kirihara hesitated, and looked at King Ni again.

Nioh immediately stated: "My illusion is just getting started now, and I will definitely not be able to hide it from Yukimura's eyes."

Ryoma's opinion is the same as Atobe's, and he feels that they are making a fuss over a molehill.

"Since it was just planted here last night, it must have been found nearby." She analyzed with reason, "Senior Yukimura didn't bring a flower pot with him when he came, and he got up temporarily after hearing what Senior Fuji said. Excited."

It was so late then that it was impossible to go very far, definitely around the "shrine".

Most of the flowers and plants in this mountain look the same, and they have only been transplanted into flowerpots for less than a day. What kind of feelings can they cultivate?

Atobe nodded in agreement, then came back to his senses and asked suspiciously: "Do you need to treat such a trivial matter with the attitude of Holmes or Poirot?"

Both Nioh and Kirihara nodded solemnly, and said in unison: "That's right."

"..."

Sure enough, as Atobe said, Yukimura was delayed by work, and it took several days before he reappeared and brought them fresh strawberries.

It's certainly not strawberry season, but no one is going to wonder how he did it.

Before that, Sanada had already told him about breaking the flowerpot on the phone.The other party had a pleasant expression on his face, and he didn't seem to be affected in any way.

When Ryoma made this judgment, Nioh shook his head lightly.

They were sitting on a cloud in their dream, watching the plumber and the mushroom fight.I don't know when it started, the two people who were not familiar with each other suddenly got closer, and they were able to share the same dream without any violation.Not only her, but the other party didn't seem to realize it either.

Probably because of the experience of common adversity, it is always easy for people to obtain extraordinary friendship in adversity.

King Ni said: "Don't forget, his special ability..."

Ryoma tried hard to think: "Is it possible to eliminate the five senses? But there is no condition for playing tennis here, so you can't play in your dreams, right?"

"No, I'm just talking about this kind of mental stress." Nioh said thoughtfully, "It should be easy for him."

She seemed to understand: "So there is no real 'anger', but it's enough to make Sanada-senpai feel guilty?"

"Basically, it can be understood in this way." He smiled, and his tone became lighter, "You know, that guy is very rigid."

Ryoma nodded sympathetically, "Senior Sanada is sometimes true..."

Very stubborn and old-fashioned.

She doubted that if she had been studying at the High School Affiliated to Lihai University, she would not have been accepted by Sanada.

"Well, in this regard, your Minister Tezuka is much better." Nioh seemed very touched, "Although he looks very serious, he will make decisions that many people can't imagine-but they are reasonable. "

Having said that, King Ni looked at her.

Ryoma nodded slightly.She knew what the other party meant, and she was a ready-made example of "reasonable and unexpected decision".

King Ren quickly said: "Of course it goes without saying, he likes you very much."

Ryoma replied without thinking, "I like him too."

"..."

Nioh was speechless for a moment in shock, and almost fell from the clouds.After a while, he explained that his construction ability had been shaken, and then showed a very frustrated expression without concealment.

"Sure enough, it is very affected by the spiritual level..."

For a fraudster to say such a thing, there must be a lot of camouflage and exaggeration.

Ryoma looked at him, thought about what he said, and felt that it might seem a little ambiguous, so he added: "I mean-although this feeling came suddenly, when Minister Tezuka is around, everyone always Yes, it’s reassuring and reliable. Me too.”

"Even if he lost both important games, he still lost to your defeated opponent?" King Ren's tone was a little weird, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was also a bit teasing.

Long Ma was stunned, and quickly said: "But he will definitely not lose a second time."

"Yeah, that's what you said." He replied casually.

Considering the news of this era that Atobe brought back from Europe, Tezuka is clearly adapting well in the professional game.

"Didn't your two ministers also lose important games?" It was Ryoma's turn to "inadvertently" switch firepower, and smiled slyly.

King Ni was silent for a moment, looked at the plumber who had fallen in front of Mushroom, and suddenly stood up, patted his buttocks, and said in a drawn-out voice: "The customs clearance failed, we will come back tomorrow!"

He decided to end it abruptly.

Perhaps the mood of illusionists is so elusive, and Tsunayoshi also said so.

After Ryoma waited for Nioh to leave, he watched the colorful game world gradually fade in the dream, and restored the original plain colors.

The cloud carried the dragon horse to land, and then disappeared. She stepped on the soft and warm sand in bear pajamas, and walked towards the beach step by step.

The sound of the waves gradually became clearer, beating on the broken shells.

She squinted her eyes and looked carefully for a while, and there was indeed a person sitting there, with her knees pressed against the place that was repeatedly engulfed and exposed by the waves, and soon her body was sunken into a small puddle.

Echizen Longya looked at her with a smile, chewing a lollipop: "Miss me?"

At this time, Ryoma would no longer be surprised by anything that appeared in the dream.

She walked over quietly and sat down next to the tall and handsome young man, and soon felt the sea water wet her pajama pants, which was sticky and very real to the touch.

This made her seem to have really gone back to a long time ago, when they were children, walking from the beach to the pier by the seaside of Santa Monica, after the sunset, they were in the colorful night scene, blowing the fishy sea breeze.

Ryoma subconsciously reached out and grabbed Long Ya's arm.

She never felt that her hands were small, but she found that there was no way to completely encircle the opponent's strong forearm, so she retracted four fingers, and poked lightly with the remaining index finger.

"Well, it looks real."

The ring on Long Ya's hand shone with indigo light, and her tone was very natural: "Because I have always been strong."

Ryoma didn't answer, and the two of them were silent for a while, their hair was messed up by the wind.

She was about to reach out to take care of it, but the other's palm covered the back of her head first.

"I've already remembered." She tilted her head and looked at that face.If they were somewhat similar nine years ago, now there is only a familiarity between their brows and eyes.The contours of the fully mature facial features of a man are sharper and more profound.

Long Ya said: "Well, I already knew this."

"So, this isn't the first time we've reunited in so many years?" Ryoma asked.

"Of course." He glanced at her quickly, and continued on his own, "Before I had no concrete dreams, I often dreamed of you, Ryoma."

"...Before?"

"I will think of the time when we said goodbye." He solemnly mentioned the somewhat heavy memory, with a relaxed expression, "I heard that you cried for a long time at that time, and made uncle and the others very sad...I'm sorry."

With such a foolish personality, Ryoma didn't know whether he should take such sincere words or not.

"Well, I don't remember the details," she said dryly.

did she cryMaybe, it wasn't a very memorable memory for her.In this way, when she heard it from Long Ya, she would not feel too shy.

What's more, now that the truth is revealed, the matter... will be completely resolved soon, and there will be no further troubles.

"Come back and have a look after it's over." Ryoma said again, very seriously.

"I'll think about it." Long Ya replied slyly, with that calm smile on her face again, "If Long Ma wants it, brother, I will of course work hard to get it."

"Of course I would."

"..."

Long Ya was surprised by her confession for a while, and said, "Oh, I didn't expect this answer, you won."

Ryoma gave him a triumphant smile.

"—It's more like when I was a child." He said with a little emotion.

Rough fingers gently stroked Ryoma's hair.

"Maybe it's because I haven't seen you at this age for a long time." Long Ya's voice paused, "However, when you grow up...you'll be the one I'm familiar with."

"Where are you now?" Ryoma tried his best not to be too curious about his future self because of the words of these people, and instead asked a question.

"Oh, I'm almost in Florence. That Mr. Prynne wants to meet me."

"Will it be dangerous?"

"Maybe." Long Ya shrugged indifferently, "For you, it should be. But for me—trust me, Ryoma, the information I have acquired over the years is enough to deal with most situations."

He grinned confidently: "What's more, the opponents this time, they are not very professional experts. With the boss of Pengo Li, we will be able to break through the last hurdle soon."

In this regard, Ryoma has no doubts.

……

While spending the tenth day in the secret base behind the shrine, the ban on them came into contact.

The main battlefield in Italy ended with a bang the month-long melee.And without the leader, the forces of rebellious parties everywhere quickly disappeared, and there was nowhere to escape. Now it is only a matter of time to clean up the mess.

On the day they were freed, the teenagers couldn't wait to return to the city they hadn't seen for a long time.

They each had places they wanted to see, so they agreed on a time and place to gather and separated.

Ryoma walked alone along the main streets of Tokyo, past the familiar street tennis courts they remembered.

The place has been completely refurbished over the years, though it has suffered some moderate damage during the melee and is barely usable.Already there were young children eager to occupy the field, swinging their rackets awkwardly—clumsy, in her opinion, but not bad for their age.

Ryoma patiently sat by and watched for a while, and suddenly thought of a question: After so many years, has she learned doubles?

A footstep stopped behind her.Then, feeling that someone was watching her, she turned her head.

Ryoma stared at it for a while, opened his mouth and said, "Ah...Mr. Tezuka, you seem to be younger than you look in the video?"

"Because I didn't add a filter." The other party smiled slightly and replied when he sat down beside her.