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At this moment, Kirihara Chi also felt slightly flustered and uneasy.

He, a boy in middle school who thinks he is not afraid of anything, feels overwhelmed because of...

he's lost.

Still lost on a beach in Hawaii.

Lack of direction and no knowledge of English.Two of life's greatest problems collide, and there has never been a more difficult time than now.

……

It's hard to say.

The U17 World Cup was held in Australia, and their junior high school students were allowed to join in an exception. From the training camp selection to the official team, not to mention the bumpy journey, the result is still very good.

...Originally, it should be like this.

Thinking of this, Kirihara sighed heavily.

From the beginning of all evil, they have a crazy head coach.

After all the hard work in the training camp, they finally took them to Hawaii for a vacation. If they didn’t relax, the bastard coach actually asked them to compete with the high school students on the beach who could flirt with girls better!

In addition, they also have three staff officers who have malicious intentions, and they are heinous cooks.

After their beloved Minister Yukimura and Fuji senior who had a perverted taste also fell under Mitsuya Akuto's rice ball, the rest of the junior high school students hugged each other tremblingly, their lips were dead and their teeth were cold.

It's not over yet, I don't know which guy was unlucky, and he flirted with the woman of the mafia boss.

The big brother in sunglasses responded, and a group of guys in black sunglasses rushed out with a bang, and fired... er, the first shot on the beach in Hawaii.

What is free America? The young people from Japan have finally realized deeply.

In a panic, Kirihara ran to the unfamiliar beach avenue with his swimming ring on his back, and fell into deep thought as he looked at the rows of coconut trees that looked exactly the same no matter how they looked.

This is where?

Where has everyone gone?

With his English proficiency, it is difficult to find someone to ask directions, not to mention flirting with girls.The whole world can speak Japanese, that can only happen in the manga world...

Kirihara bit the bullet and waved at the oncoming locomotive, thinking with no expectations, maybe he would be lucky enough to meet international friends who can speak Japanese?

The locomotive stopped, and the cool guy who was driving took off his light-colored sunglasses, revealing a familiar face.

"Hey, kid lost?" Brother Ku raised his eyebrows at him with interest, speaking frivolously.

Kirihara stared blankly at his face for a while, and then, someone poked his head out from behind Brother Ku, it was a more familiar face: "What's wrong?—Huh?"

The two looked at each other and immediately looked at each other.

Dark green hair, a pair of amber cat's eyes, delicate facial features, well-defined, isn't that...

"Ryoma?!"

Kirihara subconsciously took a step back, rubbed his eyes, and confirmed that he was not mistaken.

Although her hair has grown a lot, she tied it in a ponytail at the back of her head, and she also wore a suspender skirt that is necessary for the beach, sitting sideways on the back seat of Cool Brother, full of girlishness...

But there was no mistake, she was definitely the Ryoma he knew.

As for this cool guy——

Kirihara's eyes turned to the boy's face, and he found that the boy was looking at him meaningfully, and the smile on his lips became more and more elusive.

"This is my brother, Long Ya." Ryoma patted Brother Ku on the shoulder, and then introduced Kirihara to him, "This is, when I was in Qingxue..."

She hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to describe their relationship.

It's quite complicated to say.

friend?opponent?still……

"You're defeated, isn't it?" Long Ya took the initiative to take the words, Chongkihara grinned.

"Uh, so be it."

Qieyuan suddenly lost all affection for this elder brother, and glared angrily: "Hey!"

"Why are you here?" Long Ma leaned forward curiously, and pressed his chin on Long Ya's shoulder, interrupting the silent confrontation between the two.

Kirihara came back to his senses, illuminated by the big sun over the island, his cheeks were slightly hot: "Well, it's nothing, I just... lost my way."

He uttered the word reluctantly and was silent for a moment.

"..."

Actually, this answer was not surprising to Ryoma at all, she nodded as usual, but Long Ya laughed even harder.

Kirihara tried to persuade himself to ignore him, and continued to explain: "My seniors and I participated in the U17 selection, the competition is about to start, the coach brought us to play..."

"U17 World Cup?" Ryoma thought, as if he had heard of it somewhere.

Long Ya stopped laughing at this time, coughing dryly: "Well, there is such a competition, and their captain even sent me an invitation a while ago."

The other two turned their heads in unison.Ryoma's eyes lit up slightly, obviously very interested.

However, Long Ya just shrugged: "But I thought it was boring, so I refused."

The corner of Kirihara's mouth twitched slightly.

They fought for the spot in the Japanese team, so you guys don't want it if you don't want it?It's really... arrogant.

Should I say that they are indeed Ryoma's elder brother? Not only do they look alike, but they also have similar temperaments.

But then he thought, if it was Ryoma, no matter what, she wouldn't refuse a tennis match because she was "not interested".

From this point of view, there is a world of difference between them.

Kirihara put aside extraneous thoughts, and then explained their difficult coach, and the equally difficult seduction contest, and how he ran to a strange place because he was hunted down by the mafia and had to ask someone for directions ...

Long Ya commented: "Isn't it a bit too early for you little bastards with no hair to learn how adults look and pick up girls?"

He raised his eyebrows, looked at Kirihara condescendingly, and finally, his eyes fell on his shoulders.

Ryoma also looked over, seemed to be shocked by the little yellow duck swimming ring on Kirihara's back, and didn't speak for a long time.

Kirihara subconsciously hugged the swimming ring tightly, holding on: "I borrowed this from Nioh-senpai, there is no way, this is in a foreign country, there is no other choice."

"..."

Long Ya didn't recognize the Nioh-senpai he was talking about, so he remained calm and glanced at Ryoma from the corner of his eye.She had no doubts at all, and nodded calmly: "Yes, he is indeed a very childlike senior."

Che originally wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but became alert because of it.

She knows Nioh so well?

Long Ma straightened up, patted Long Ya on the shoulder, then jumped off the back seat of the motorcycle, turned his head and asked, "Are you going back to the hotel?"

"Um……"

Kirihara subconsciously opened his mouth to answer, looked at the skirt fluttering around her thighs, and suddenly changed his words: "Actually, we just arrived at the beach, and we were chased away by the mafia before we did anything..."

He smiled awkwardly.

Ryoma nodded, took off the sun hat tied behind his back, and put it on his head: "I can take you there."

It was a wide-brimmed hat covered in pink tulle, tied with a cluster of fake flowers and soft ribbons, which floated up with the sea breeze and dragged behind it, full of sunshine.

She also wore a short one-piece skirt which was rare, and her shoulders under the suspenders were white and tender, and her skeleton appeared small and slender.

Kirihara wandered away for a while, then blurted out: "You look good in a skirt."

Longma looked over suspiciously: "Isn't it strange, haven't you seen it before?"

"That's different..." he argued weakly.

Longma rested her chin and thought, did she think that in the eyes of male creatures, all skirts look the same?

It seems that she underestimated them.

"Well, I like it too." She said solemnly, "After all, I never had a chance before."

Kirihara's cheeks flushed slightly: "Yes, right?"

Long Ya pressed his hands on the dashboard, looked at Qie Yuan thoughtfully, narrowed his eyes slightly, and after he noticed, he stared back without showing any weakness.

"Brother," Ryoma didn't notice, turned around and explained to him, "His English is not good, so it's not safe to be alone."

"...Okay." Long Ya replied slowly, putting on the helmet again, "See you later."

He started the engine and drove the locomotive at a gallop.

Ryoma held down the hat that was blown unsteadily by the wind, looked at Kirihara, raised her face, under the sunlight, her eyes were shining brightly: "Let's go."

Kirihara reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"If I meet those people again—" He was still a little worried, and hurried to say something.

Ryoma raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "Then leave it to me."

"..."

Kirihara was speechless.

……

They walked along the sandy beach, Ryoma seemed to casually mention: "So, what was the result of your previous competition?"

"Uh, well," Kirihara stammered, "The situation is not good."

"Shouldn't it?" She was a little puzzled, "Is it abnormal?"

Kirihara shook his head heavily, and narrated one by one with his fingers; "Deputy Minister Sanada was wearing a loincloth, which scared the girls away. Nioh-senpai imitated the popular prince, and the harvest was not bad. Marui-senpai also has rich experience, but adding up Still can’t compare to high school students.”

"The loincloth..." Ryoma also showed expressions similar to those of the girls, stopped abruptly, and took a step back involuntarily, feeling a little disgusted.

"Then, where is Yukimura-senpai?"

Kirihara was choked up, and it took him a long time to say it with difficulty: "He attracted a big guy in women's clothing, and was eliminated."

"..."

Ryoma was speechless and showed an expression of admiration.

"As expected of him."

Is this the gay heavenly dish?

"Hey!—boy over there!"

Kirihara suddenly heard their coach's familiar loud voice, his heart skipped a beat, he turned his head reluctantly, and sure enough, he saw the other party standing with his hips akimbo and shouting at them from a distance.

"Are you lost again? Well, it's time to return to the team!"

……

"According to the data, there is an 80.00% possibility of May [-]th, Chi will also go this way," Liu Lian'er closed the notebook with satisfaction, "There will be no mistakes."

"And it seems that I have successfully struck up a conversation—ah!" Fumta Marui suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The junior high school students looked towards Kirihara one after another, and the figure walking behind him became more and more clear, until she got closer, and she raised the wide brim of her hat, revealing a beautiful and delicate face.

"Yue—" Dashi suddenly lost his voice.

"Oh, long time no see."

"..."

Wait, isn't this atmosphere right?

Shouldn't everyone be happy to see long-lost acquaintances?

After a brief silence, Sanada lifted up Kirihara's collar with a smirk: "Did you strike up a conversation?"

"No, no, it's actually—" Kirihara panicked, not knowing how to explain it.

Ryoma cleared his throat beside them: "It seems so."

Qian was silent for a while, then looked at Liu.

The two looked at each other and nodded solemnly.

They pulled out the punishment tea.

"Wait, doesn't that count?! Not fair - woohoo?!"