must love tennis

Two o'clock in the afternoon is the most boring and anxious time of the day.

It is also the nap time for the owner of the house.

The doorbell didn't pay off quickly.

They waited outside the house for a while, and vaguely heard two meows coming from the entrance, and they looked at each other.The young man quickly slid open the lock screen of the phone to bring up the dial page, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Should be at home?"

"Yes." His companion replied affirmatively, "I have a spare key."

"Then you didn't tell me sooner."

Atobe complained and turned sideways to get out of the way, letting the other party come forward to open the door.

"Only when necessary." Tezuka replied very concisely, "Otherwise, at an inappropriate time—"

He didn't go on talking, the lock clicked and the door swung open.

Carubin squatted by the porch, looking at them full of novelty, his fluffy tail twirled around behind him, looking very active.

But it is certainly not as lively as it was when it was young-indeed, it didn't react much to the arrival of the two people, just stood up slowly, and then walked back.

At this time, there was a little rustling in the living room.

Karubin walked to the light green blanket in the center of the floor with light steps, rubbed against it, quickly occupied a soft pillow, squatted down and rolled up his body: "Meow——"

The thin blanket bulged, and the white arms stretched out, slowly pushing away the messy pillows next to it.

When Tezuka came over, he saw Ryoma sitting up yawning, brushing up his long hair with difficulty, and then groping for the hair rope on the coffee table.

With her eyes half closed, she couldn't touch it for a long time, and almost knocked over the ceramic water glass.Then, the hair ring was handed over by the other party.

"Thank you very much." Ryoma bit the hair tie, directly used his fingers as a comb to grab two handfuls between the hair, and then loosely tied a low ponytail.

The older youth looked at the loose suspenders on her shoulders, and couldn't help but sigh: "Didn't you say, don't just sleep on the ground?"

"I laid the carpet." Ryoma replied immediately.

She also specially brought over the sofa and the pillows in the room, and surrounded herself tightly.Lying in a soft blanket and blowing the air conditioner is undoubtedly a kind of enjoyment in midsummer.

Tezuka was noncommittal about this, and only reminded her to go back to the room and change clothes first.

"Okay..." Ryoma responded vaguely.

She grabbed the pillow and stood up, looking back.

Atobe didn't rush into the living room, Ryoma's nap habit was already clear to them, just like Tezuka hinted earlier, he didn't want to see what he shouldn't see.

—For example, she probably doesn't wear underwear now.

There is no need to guess at all.

Atobe was thinking about how to stay outside more naturally, but fortunately, he found something that interested him almost immediately.In the corner near the dining table, there is Karubin's bowl.

It was a gleaming silver plate, very large, decorated with antique gilt designs on the edge, some semicircular or oval lines, and small reliefs in the shape of leaves.

There is no doubt that this is the medal that the owner of the house just received this year, a rose dew dish.

Ryoma hasn't had a haircut for a while, and the tail of her hair has reached her waist, which has become a hard-hit area in the hot summer. After being rubbed by the blanket, it is hanging slightly curly on her shoulders, leaving her shoulders and back naked- Lu's skin covered part of it.

A camisole and shorts are a must for summer home.

She stepped over the edge of the carpet, stepped on the cold floor with her bare feet, and walked slowly back to the room.

Tezuka glanced at her and confirmed that she had also closed the door, then sat down on the sofa and poured two cups of tea for himself and Atobe instead.

Atobe carefully admired the silver plate that was used as a cat food bowl, with a complicated expression on his face. He even forgot what he wanted to say, took a few sips from the cup, and felt that the taste was not quite right, so he clicked his tongue critically.

"Americans don't understand tea at all."

Tezuka didn't respond.He knew that Atobe had developed the habit of drinking afternoon tea in England, so he poured him a cup.In fact, everyone knew that Ryoma couldn't have a taste for tea. She remembered that they were coming, and the tea prepared in advance was already very good.

He moistened his throat before saying, "If you want to drink, there should be some in the refrigerator."

It must be juice, carbonated drinks and the like.

"Forget it, I'm not very thirsty." Atobe shrugged.He only drank fresh-squeezed juice, and at this point, never condescending except in exceptional circumstances.

Tezuka didn't intend to force him: "Well, then you should say a few words."

"..."

……

Ryoma changed into a dress, which was light and quick, and recombed his hair so that it didn't look so messy anymore.When she returned to the living room, Atobu was still admiring the furniture, with the complex and tangled emotions still on her face.

"Shouldn't you buy it yourself for decoration?"

Hearing footsteps coming out of the corridor behind him, he threw out a sentence without looking back, which was meaningful.

Tezuka was also looking at a few samurai swords for practice hanging on the wall, as well as a grand-looking display stand, on which was a...not ordinary mahogany sword.

"Has anyone been here?" Atobe had already seen this keenly.

Ryoma gave a "hmm" and said casually, "Senior Sanada brought it. He said—"

"Girls should be more cautious when living alone."

She tilted her head, and awkwardly imitated the other person's tone. She didn't succeed, so she cleared her throat and explained simply: "Peach wood exorcises evil spirits."

"...As expected of him." Atobe took a deep breath.

But on the other hand, he has enough reasons to suspect that this is definitely not Sanada's real intention.

Young women who live alone do encounter many problems, but in the case of Ryoma, it is basically impossible.

Needless to say, the value of force, the sword skills taught by Sanada and the ring given by Bailan, unless a pair of well-trained militants raided in the middle of the night, they would not pose any threat to her.

As a professional tennis player, Ryoma keeps exercising at the most efficient level. He has no shortage of strength, and it is more than enough to carry a bucket of water. It is even more impossible to unscrew an ordinary seasoning jar.

Her appetite is also very good, even if it is a meal or drink for two, no matter the amount or price, it will not be a limit.

Thinking of this, Atobe coughed lightly and looked at Tezuka, thinking that he should be able to come to the same conclusion as himself.

For example, Sanada just wanted to leave something of himself in this room to show his unique presence...

It is similar to some kind of territorial consciousness, declaring and provoking them.

Tezuka received the cue from his eyes, but didn't respond.He bent his index finger, tapped lightly on the back of the mahogany sword, satisfied his curiosity, and commented: "It can also be used as a temporary weapon."

Atobe nodded deeply.

In this land where guns are legal, anything is possible.

Ryoma shook his head solemnly: "Isn't it good? I heard that this is quite expensive, if you accidentally break it—"

"That means it's useless, just throw it away." Atobe interrupted her without any doubt, and the arrogance developed in her youth was unknowingly revealed again.

Ryoma didn't take it to heart.

When she first met him, she felt somewhat disgusted, but after getting used to it, she knew that Atobe was not really such a domineering person.

In fact, after seeing each other after a few years, she found that the other party had changed a lot.

The innocence and innocence of his youth have faded away, and now standing in front of Ryoma is an heir to a consortium who is about to take power.Although he didn't give up tennis completely until after high school, he was exposed to the adult world earlier than all of them, exuding a mature air of ease and control.

At the same time, Atobe was also observing her.

In professional tennis, a girl of this age is still considered very young, and her demeanor has not changed much due to her dedication to tennis for several years.

He looked into Ryoma's eyes, and what he saw was the same "childish" innocence as the kid he knew in middle school.

When a person pursues his dream in the field he loves, he always shines and is extremely dazzling. ,

What's more, her innate genes have considerable advantages, and her facial features are exquisite. Although she spent most of her growing up in the United States, she still retains the characteristics of an oriental person without any suspense.

Compared with the broad-framed Caucasians, she is much slender and petite, but she is very flexible and light, and has more skills, and she does not lose the wind in the long-term chasing on the field.

Atobe looked at it and said, "I thought you'd get a lot of tan."

"It was when I was training outdoors, but now I'm recovering quickly." Ryoma replied.

Atobe recalled the news photos of her and her tall, bronze-skinned opponent with their arms around their waists, and had to admit it.

Whether in Europe or North America, they are all keen to sunbathe and dye their pale skin into a "healthier looking" wheat color.Ryoma stood between them, looking very white and clean, his small face was partly hidden by the lowered brim of his hat, and he stood out from the crowd in a certain sense.

Among Asian women, she is actually not short, and she is quite well developed, but in front of Tezuka and Atobe, she still has to raise her face to talk to them.

"When will the others arrive?"

"One after another." Atobe shrugged, raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, there was still some time before the evening party.

Tezuka poured out the filtered tea leaves and returned to the living room.

"I was a little concerned just now," he said, "The house next door...was recently moved in?"

"Well?"

Ryoma looked over and saw him pointing to the left side of the balcony. After thinking about it, he suddenly realized.

She replied briskly: "Oh, yes, I still know someone."

"Huh?" Atobe raised his eyebrows immediately.

Longma opened the translucent curtains, opened the floor-to-ceiling windows and walked to the balcony.This side is facing the small living room in the next room, only less than two meters away.

Carubin brushed past her legs and meowed a few times in the opposite direction.Soon a whirring golden retriever rushed out and stuck out its tongue at them.

Then, another person came out in a hurry, still holding the clothes drying pole in his hand: "What's the matter, have my socks been blown by the wind again?"

Oh wow.

Atobe looked at his former team members, his eyebrows trembling.

Shishido was stunned for a moment, and greeted relaxedly: "Hey, what a coincidence, are you all there?"