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The exciting story ended before it even started.

Mu Shou felt very disappointed and sighed.

On the way here, he just told about the adventures of everyone in Higa: Missing the last boat back to Okinawa, drifting all the way to England, fighting the dragon and bravely saving the princess...

I made everyone's blood boil, and began to imagine myself rushing into the castle, fighting with the big devil for [-] rounds, and the hero saved the beauty.

The result - that's it?That's it? !

Looking back, the big devil Keith was walking towards the dragon horse, with a faint smile on his face, he stretched out his hand...

Kirihara's face suddenly became tense.

"Hey!" He rushed up, stretched his arms across the gap between the two, and was extremely vigilant, "What do you want!"

Keith took out his phone, clicked on LINE, tilted his head and looked at him slightly confused, as if he didn't understand why he was so excited: "Isn't it convenient to add a friend?"

Kirihara: "..."

Ryoma hesitated for a moment: "Well, that's fine."

"If you come to London in the future, you can ask us to be your training partner at any time." Lin Xiu said naturally.

The crowd was stunned.

Kirihara pointed at Keith in astonishment, and stammered: "But, yesterday—didn't you take the initiative to attack us yesterday?"

Keith nodded very calmly: "Oh, that was already yesterday."

Longma lowered his head and pressed the brim of his hat, and whispered to him, "We had a fight, and now he has decided to wash his hands."

"What kind of logic is this!?"

How can there be such an unreliable big devil!

Keith thought for a while: "For what happened earlier, I would like to say sorry for them."

"You don't need this kind of apology!" Kirihara jumped.

The boys were silent.

They seem to understand a truth.

Tennis can really save the world.

……

When Yukimura jumped out of the helicopter, Atobe and Ryoma were standing on the damaged roof, seemingly studying how the hole was made.

"Sorry, I'm late." Behind Yukimura, Shinobuzu and Momoshiro also jumped down one by one, but they seemed to be more experienced, and tightened the neckline that was whistling by the wind.

When Ryoma raised his head, his hat was almost swept away by the air current.Yukimura raised his hand just in time to catch it, and handed it to her with a smile: "Take it."

She looked at the swaying coat on his shoulders and was shocked: "Is it so firm?"

"What?" Yukimura asked as if he didn't hear clearly.

"nothing……"

His eyes lingered on everyone curiously for a moment, and asked again: "What are you doing here? The matter is settled?"

Ryoma nodded hesitantly, then turned his head to look at Atobe: "Senior Atobe is thinking about how to use the abandoned castle to develop tourism and generate income."

"As expected of Atobe-kun." Yukimura nodded solemnly, "It's amazing."

Atobe rolled his eyes angrily: "I just don't want to see my castle being occupied by doves and magpies, and then remodeled inexplicably, okay? It's really messy, it's detrimental to my taste..."

Bai Shi turned his head away, coughed moderately, and complained in a low voice: "It seems to be very tasteful in the first place."

Keith and Lin Xiu both looked deeply in agreement.

"But it's really a good idea, right?" Fuji couldn't help laughing, "It must be very attractive to transform such a place into an adventure haunted house, or break through a maze."

Tracebe didn't say a word.

Obviously, this suggestion is very attractive to capitalists, and he couldn't help thinking about it.

Sanada looked at Tezuka and lowered his voice: "Do you think he still remembers the original date plan?"

Tezuka slowly rolled his eyes, and replied, "I think I've forgotten it."

……

The Clark incident came to an end.

Mu Shou bid farewell to everyone by the river, politely declined their kindness to stay, and decided to go back and continue to earn travel expenses back home with his teammates.

After the much-anticipated World Junior Conference was delayed two days, organizers made an exception and granted the Clarke members permission to compete because of a petition launched by the contestants.Considering that many wounded have not yet fully recovered, they temporarily adjusted the competition system, added more games, and used team points as the criteria for promotion.

The night before the closing ceremony, Yukimura met Ryoma in the park outside the training base.

She was sitting by the flower bed, holding a blade of grass in her hand, shaking the wild cats in the bush one by one.The white cat was huddled behind the leaves in a small group, revealing a pair of vigilant yellow eyes, and turned slightly with the shaking grass blades.

The last time when Yukimura passed by, he saw Kaidou struggling with the kitten with a lunch box, and Marui and Yagyu enthusiastically suggested ideas behind him—even though none of them came in handy.

Wild cats are always very afraid of strangers, especially a guy with a fierce appearance like Haitang, which arouses its fighting spirit even more. It hides inside and meows at him, but refuses to come out, which makes Haitang and the others very depressed.

Marui sighed regretfully: "Why didn't it feel the friendly heart under your appearance at all? Didn't it mean that small animals are more sensitive to human minds? It's all a lie!"

Liu Sheng pushed his glasses and said calmly, "It may be because you are here."

"Ah hey!"

It seems that different people are treated differently.

Yukimura approached with great interest, trying not to make too much noise that would scare the cat away.He stopped by the flower bed, and then coughed lightly: "Did you escape to avoid the tiger?"

Ryoma didn't look back, and replied vaguely: "They are too enthusiastic."

"Understood, so the cat was scared away." Yukimura concluded.

"……what?"

She finally turned her attention from the flower bed to behind her, and blinked quickly.

Yukimura didn't answer, but sat down next to her.

"How do you feel these days?" Before Ryoma could speak, he continued, "Of course, you played in the United States before, so you shouldn't be too surprised by the level of foreign players, right?"

Ryoma thought for a while: "Basically, every place has its own characteristics, but..."

She hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was suitable.

"I think it seems that Japanese players are more distinctive." She said slowly.

Yukimura nodded calmly to express his approval: "Indeed, not everyone is interested in bombing arenas."

The two looked at each other with emotion.

Yukimura sat quietly for a while, then said, "I heard that this is your last match."

Ryoma didn't say a word, under the faint street lamp, her cheeks looked particularly white and calm.

"Has it been decided?" He asked softly.

"Yeah." She finally nodded, "I think it's better to stand on the field more openly."

It's time to end this false identity.

"Although your identity is false, you are real." Yukimura said with a slight smile, "Every game of yours, and every effort you put in for the game, is real. I think this is enough .”

After a pause, he added: "We will also remember."

After hearing his words, Ryoma relaxed subconsciously: "Actually, I didn't think about this at all."

"Ok?"

"I thought it didn't matter," she said slowly. "Whether the game records will be kept, whether people will remember me—it doesn't matter."

Yukimura sighed slightly: "However, after experiencing so much with everyone, it's different."

Ryoma let out a "hmm".

"It would be a pity if these memories suddenly disappeared like this."

"Who said no?"

Yukimura turned his head to look at her, smiling slightly.

"Of course I hope that I can maintain the record of winning all battles, but if I lose, I lose. Since it happened, it cannot be erased. If someone praises me with such a reason one day in the future, I will It's hard to be happy."

Ryoma seemed to be touched, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Sometimes, I really wish I were like you."

If she was born a boy, would she not have to leave?

"In that case, many people will feel sorry." Yukimura replied gently.

"Oh, will it?" She raised her eyebrows suspiciously.

"Yes." He nodded firmly.

At least, he was sure that Chi would also lose love.

But there's no need to tell Ryoma about it.Yukimura's face remained unchanged, and he smiled very warmly: "I also feel that I will lose a lot of fun."

"..." Ryoma silently took a deep breath.

Omg you guys are horrible.

After the game ended, Atobe started the castle renovation plan with great enthusiasm, and was delayed for some time because of this, so he didn't go back immediately.

In the early days of the supervisor, he remembered his previous plan, called a group of people from Shangqingxue, and took a bus to visit "Hogwarts" in northern England.

For this unfair treatment, Li Haida and Sitianbaosi, who were left behind, expressed serious protest.

Toyama Kintaro was carried by Shiraishi and Chitose in front of the bus to the airport, and he was still dancing: "Atobe, you wait, when I return to Japan, I--uh!"

Kirihara looked at him eagerly, feeling that he had fully expressed his feelings.Then he looked back at his seniors, either smiling softly, or with a silent expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yukimura put his arms around his chest and said slowly: "Did you find out, for wild boys, illusions will often lose their effect."

"Is that so?" Niwang held his chin, "That is to say, he has already felt it, but his eyes were blinded by the illusion, and he didn't really realize what was going on?"

"Probably so." Yukimura nodded, "Otherwise, I can't explain why Toyama-kun would be like this—"

He frowned slightly, as if he couldn't find a suitable adjective.

Kuwahara spoke and filled in for him: "Love at first sight?"

"That's Chiya." Sanada disagreed.

Kirihara: "Hello..."

Is he here okay? Don't be like a three-year-old child!

As for Ryoma, although she doesn't dislike Kintaro Toyama, she still can't stand such an enthusiastic boy.

Especially whenever Yuan Shan came to pull her to play, Taocheng and the others would always stand behind her, with their hips akimbo and eyes wide open, acting very vigilant.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sighed, attracting Atobe's glance.

"What are you thinking about again?"

"I think the seniors are too nervous about me." Ryoma looked at the back row. Kikumaru had just started a poker battle. He didn't notice himself for the time being. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Although I'm a girl, But not that weak."

"..."

Atobe raised his eyebrows suspiciously, a little unresponsive.

"Why do you think Mr. Yuanshan is very dangerous?" She said very puzzled, "Even if he finds me...uh, even if he wants the Overlord to fight hard, it depends on whether he can do it, right?"

Atobe: "..."

The corners of his mouth began to twitch, and the veins on his forehead twitched slightly: "Wait, wait a minute, what did you say?"

Ryoma met his gaze, very calmly, as if he was describing a very ordinary thing: "Besides, he doesn't even have an Adam's apple, so he hasn't developed at all, right? What can he do to me?"

"..."

"........."

Atobe was in deep shock.

After a long while, he opened his mouth heavily, and said bitterly: "You have come into contact with too many things in the United States, right?! Before you gain some fat in your chest, can you delete those excess knowledge first?"

Ryoma suddenly became serious: "Senior Atobe, you are sexual harassment."

"..."