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This is a rebellion against the Great Demon King.Nioh said.

Kirihara nodded vigorously.

And Ryoma...

She looked left, right, and then looked down at the big pink dress in her hand, lost in thought.

Ryoma finally said, "I think, you just want to see me in a dress."

King Ni said, harm, who doesn't want to watch it?

——"Really, my lord military advisor?"

Outside the corridor, Liu passed by in a flash, walked out calmly, and said: "I'm just watching the fun."

Nioh caught a glimpse of Kirihara's nervous eyes, and smiled nonchalantly: "Don't worry, he won't tell Yukimura."

"The rest is just surprises."

Taocheng did not find Ryoma, drank a mouthful of Coca-Cola to suppress his shock, the next second, the curtain was raised, the prince went through untold hardships, and came to the castle of the sleeping princess, knelt and half-kneeled in front of the bed affectionately, holding up "Sleeping Beauty" hand, and then slowly bent over...

"puff--"

Taocheng directly spilled the Coke and jumped three feet high.

Ryoma also opened his eyes abruptly.

She lay on the soft prop bed and waited for a long time. If it wasn't because the skirt was too hot, she would probably really have taken a nap.

"Didn't you just carry it with your own hands?"

Ryoma raised his face and met Sanada's focused gaze.

Sanada put one hand on her head, his expression was so serious that he didn't look like a prince who wanted to kiss the princess, but more like a grade director who checked the bedroom...

Ryoma stared at it for a while, couldn't help blinking, and whispered, "Senior Sanada, this is a bit scary."

"Acting must be done to the extreme." Sanada still held her hand and said very seriously, "Don't worry, it's just borrowing a seat, and I won't really kiss you."

As he spoke, he approached slowly, trying to look affectionate, but he didn't seem to be very successful.

From Ryoma's point of view, his expression was clearly even more terrifying!

"KISS! KISS!"

Amidst the screams and cheers from the audience, Ryoma quietly swallowed his saliva.

Not for real?

No, no, no? !

However, Sanada wasn't the only one whose expression became scary.

When he closed his eyes as if he was dead, and brought his head closer, Ryoma was also thinking about turning his face to the side to avoid it, forming the so-called "borrowing" effect.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw a thick fog pouring out from under the stage floor, quickly covering the entire stage set and enveloping them.

At the same time, the hustle and bustle in the auditorium seemed to be separated into another world, becoming distant and ethereal.

dry ice?

Ryoma sat up suddenly, almost hitting Sanada's chin.

Sanada was taken aback, and hurriedly leaned back to avoid it, propped up his body, and because of this, his attention was finally removed from her face, and when he noticed the strangeness of the stage, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "What's going on?" ?”

She tentatively reached out to touch the cloud of mist, her fingers seemed to touch the air, and it seemed to touch the soft cotton ball.

If it's dry ice melting, it should be chilly.

So, this should be true...

"fog?"

Ryoma suddenly thought of something and turned to look outside the stage.

She lifted the hem of the skirt and turned over and got off the bed, took two staggered steps, had to hold up the lengthy skirt with her hands, and then stepped into the mist.

"Wait, Ryoma, wait a minute!" Sanada reached out his hand subconsciously, but didn't hold it back, and Ryoma disappeared from his sight all of a sudden.

——"Ryoma, here."

Ryoma felt his wrist being gently grasped, and then pulled away in another direction.

She trotted a few steps to keep up with the other person's footsteps, the skirt slipped from her hands and dragged on the ground.She didn't have time to pay attention to it, and raised her hand to block the mist on her face.

When they came out of the fog, Ryoma looked up, the sun was shining on her hair, and her scalp was hot in a short time.

Only then did she look at Yukimura along her wrist, and he looked back calmly with a smile: "I was almost slapped. Well, you don't mind if you accidentally made it like this?"

"Uh……"

Sure enough it was him.

Yukimura is the only one who can use "fog" to create such a huge illusion in the entire Lihai University Affiliated Middle School.

——Nioh doesn't count, he is the mastermind.

Yukimura did not know when he had changed back to his student uniform, but because he was too hasty, his gel-sprayed hair was not combed, and it was randomly curled up, looking a little messy.

He lowered his eyelashes and looked at Ryoma with a regretful smile on his face: "It should have been a perfect performance."

Ryoma thought to himself, if you don't plan to cheat each other, you should be.

But it has happened, and it cannot be undone.Yukimura easily accepted the facts, then adjusted his mentality, and decided to make mistakes.

He looked at the time and said, "It's almost time, let's take you somewhere."

Perhaps it was because the students and guests all went to the auditorium to watch the performance, and there were a lot fewer people on the campus all of a sudden.Wearing this nondescript princess dress and a small crown with a wholesale price of tens of yen each, Ryoma escaped the scene smoothly.

"Is it okay on the stage side?" she asked.

"Well, I think they will take care of it." Yukimura said calmly, his tone was different from usual, with some deep meaning and a hint of meaning.

This might be a tacit understanding within their tennis club. Ryoma wisely shut up, stopped asking, and followed him silently.

Although she really wanted to say: Can I change my clothes back first?

However, seeing Yukimura's enthusiastic expression, she still held back her words.

Looking at the direction they were heading, Ryoma could probably guess a little bit.

There is a firework display on the night of the Haiyuan Festival, which is the custom of the festival.Previously, Ryoma had only seen Japanese-style summer festivals in news reports, and was full of curiosity.This time she agreed to come here early, and said with shame, it was not for the stage play of everyone in Lihai...

She came here just to watch the fireworks.

Five o'clock, still early.According to several data gurus, the best place to watch fireworks is the river embankment, not far from the school, just a few kilometers away on foot.

Yukimura was not in a hurry to go ahead to take a seat, and took Ryoma past the food stand, and bought her two boxes of takoyaki.

"I think you're hungry."

She took it over and held the paper box in her hand, sniffing the fragrance: "...then I will not be polite."

It had only been more than two hours since Ryoma ate. She remembered that she had just set her sights on a pot of signature mango soft ice, and reluctantly gave it up because of King Ni's urging.

The reason why I chose to come to Kanagawa with Taocheng is the biggest meaning: both of them are the type who can relax and enjoy the food.

Like Fuji, Ryoma has always suspected that he has a serious burden of being a school idol, and he will never feast in front of others.While Qian has a strict diet and body shaping plan, Ju Wan is more interested in desserts...

Yukimura said that there are many temple fairs outside the school, and it is not far from the river, so you can drop by for a stroll.

Longma readily agreed.

After leaving Lihai's campus, there were more pedestrians on the road.Most of them were young people, put on fancy bathrobes, passing by in groups of twos and threes.

It seemed out of place for someone like Yukimura who usually came to the festival in uniform.

But people are always very tolerant towards beautiful boys, and Yukimura is definitely not someone who cares about other people's eyes. He calmly led Ryoma through the crowd, turned his head and smiled at her.

"Do you feel hot in this suit?"

"A little bit." Ryoma nodded, couldn't help but said it out, "I don't think this color suits me."

"Shouldn't a girl of your age wear this kind of bright pink?" Yukimura tilted his head innocently, his eyes full of smiles.

"But it's not pretty."

"Oh, I think it's cute," he said.

Ryoma realized that the conversation was a little bit stuck, so he sighed with a little melancholy.

"It would be weird..."

"However, this way no one will misunderstand, isn't it?" Yukimura stopped, took a marshmallow from the side, paid for it, and handed it over.

He managed to gag Ryoma's mouth with marshmallows.She concentrated on licking the last bit of saccharin, and the sky was gradually getting dark.

Ryoma couldn't remember how many snacks and snacks he ate. When his mouth was dry, Yukimura came back with two glasses of juice and inserted the straw into the mouth of the cup.

Eating and drinking all the way, Long Ma was a little embarrassed: "Actually... I brought enough money."

"I know," Yukimura replied tactfully, "but you are a guest, and you just have to have fun today—doesn't Ryoma want to make me happy?"

Spending money can indeed make people happy.

Ryoma agreed with this point of view: "Then next time you come..."

She stopped suddenly, not knowing what to say, she put the mouth of the straw into her mouth in a daze, and bit it.

Looking at her frowning pensive expression, Yukimura seemed to find it amused, and smiled softly.

They walked slowly along the stream of people to the river.

Children less than ten years old happily ran past with their fairy wands, and crackling sparks flashed brilliant colors in front of their eyes.

Ryoma felt Yukimura hold her hand even tighter.

"When are you leaving?" He finally asked.

"A ticket for next week."

Ryoma raised his head and met the smoky purple in his eyes. In this lively atmosphere, it seemed that he also revealed some parting melancholy.

A few days ago, when she sent Tokugawa and Irie away, she felt similar emotions in them.

The river bank was very crowded, and Yukimura led her to the distance without any haste, and didn't stop until the high slope where the view became wider and wider.

The first firework exploded above them, and a swish of stars scattered outward.

Yukimura lowered his head to meet Ryoma's eyes.

"I'll be looking forward to it," he said.

"Ok?"

"What will it be like when we meet next time?" Yukimura said, smiling slightly, "I don't think you will forget us, will you?"

"of course not."

Ryoma replied firmly, and then raised his head to look at the night sky in the distance. More and more fireworks rose and exploded one after another, and the surrounding voices could no longer be heard clearly.

She thought, in the future...

Someday in the future, they will definitely meet again.

A month later, a copy of the photo was sent in an envelope to the mailbox of the Tennis Club of Youth Academy.

Tezuka got a photo of the "Sleeping Beauty" stage play that day from Coach Ryuzaki:

The Sleeping Beauty in a gorgeous long dress was grabbed and hastily left the stage. The prince behind him looked anxious and shouted something with his hand outstretched...

In the lower left corner of the steady shot, the cameraman himself made a V gesture.

Just looking at this chaotic "still photo", it seems that he can still hear his lilting voice.

It's really messy enough.

Tezuka commented in his heart, but his eyes softened, he took out the photo, and then roughly scanned the thank you words in the letter.He folded the letter paper and pushed open the door of the club office, and walked to the side of the court.

"That, Minister Tezuka..."

Tezuka looked back, and the braided girl blushed slightly shyly: "Excuse me."

"If it's convenient..." Ryuzaki Sakura asked bravely, "Is there any news about Ryoma recently?"

Tezuka looked at her quietly, thoughtfully: "You still remember."

She was a little confused, but still nodded: "Yes. I heard from my grandma that she is going abroad to play professional games. I don't know if it will go well or not?"

"So, you already know."

The girl blushed slightly: "Although there have been many misunderstandings..."

He sighed softly, took out a notepad from his pocket, tore off a piece of paper, and quickly wrote down a line of address.

"You'll find her here."

After Sakurao thanked him solemnly, she didn't leave immediately, but still looked at Tezuka with a curious look.

"How about you seniors?" she asked.

"Ok?"

"If she won't come back, will you go find her?"

Tezuka's eyes turned to the hot tennis court, but he didn't focus on a certain person, but looked further away.

He responded softly: "Yes."

Because, already made an appointment.

They will surely meet again on the world stage.