must love tennis

Probably because she was too focused during the game, Ryoma didn't notice that someone was watching them from afar—except for the minister, there were actually people who saw her like this.

The game ended too quickly, and the time was still very early.After leaving the tennis court, she was walking alone on the road, lost in her own thoughts, when she suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind her.

Ryoma looked back and saw that it was Dashi.

Say hello to each other knowingly, and then speechless.Dashi walked with her for a while, but never spoke.

Seeing his concern, he might have come to comfort her.In fact, it is not necessary, Ryoma thought, but it is inconvenient to refuse the other party's kindness.

When he was almost in front of the station, Dashi thoughtfully broke the silence: "Echizen."

Ryoma replied to show that he was listening.

"You..." Dashi hesitated to speak, but said it anyway, "Don't pay too much attention to today's victory or defeat."

Not only worried, Dashi was actually extremely anxious.

As the vice-minister of the tennis department, he has many things to consider, and in all aspects, it is not at all easier than the duties of the minister.

He was worried that the still young Ryoma would not be able to afford it after being hit - this is not impossible, many players, the more proud and talented young people, are likely to be ruined by a certain failure.He can basically understand Tezuka's intention, which is for the benefit of the younger generation, but if it is overdone and the seedlings are encouraged, wouldn't it ruin other people's tennis career?

On the other hand, Oishi is still thinking about Tezuka's injury.When he went to the hospital for a re-examination recently, he followed him several times and listened to the doctor's instructions a lot.

In the just-concluded regional qualifiers, the coach did not arrange for Tezuka to play. In addition to the consideration of the match, he also wanted not to bring too much burden to his hands-the match against Fudo Peak was thanks to Ryoma's strong counterattack .

Who would have thought that Tezuka himself didn't care about it, he didn't have a chance to play in the match, so he took the initiative to fight Ryoma, and even used his unique skills, judging by his posture, he still spared no effort...

Does he have any idea about his physical condition?

Unfortunately, that was their minister, and Dashi had no position to tell him what to do, so he could only come to care for the younger generation.

Too much trouble, Dashi didn't dare to show it, he was bored by himself, and his heart was blocked.And Longma looked at him intently, making him even more worried about whether he was seen through.

That's it.

Dashi took a deep breath and said, "Actually, Tezuka likes you very much."

Ok?

She couldn't help raising her eyes and raised her eyebrows, as if startled.

"Are you surprised?"

Ryoma was a little at a loss, and nodded slowly.

"Every time I see you like this," Dashi said, as if he was remembering something, with a smile on his face, "I will think of our first grade. Tezuka at that time, he also..."

He also—what?

Dashi didn't continue, and patted her on the shoulder: "Don't be too stressed."

"No." Ryoma replied.

She raised her head, her expression under the brim of her hat was still calm and determined.Dashi was taken aback, a bit of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he was relieved: "You really look alike."

Is she with the minister?

What kind of filter is this, Ryoma couldn't help muttering in his heart.

Dashi continued on his own: "Yes, I should believe you... I should believe you."

"What do you believe?" She seemed puzzled, and suddenly asked, "Senior Dashi thinks that I can beat the minister?"

In this case, if you say it from the mouth of any other first-year student, it will only be considered ignorant.Oishi couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "If it was you, I always feel that you have unlimited potential. Perhaps Tezuka also valued this point of yours?"

Ryoma remained silent, looking at the bus approaching from far, and then at Dashi.

Time to say goodbye.

"That," Oishi hesitated, and asked, "May I know what Tezuka told you at the end?"

Tokugawa watched the lonely figure return home, put down his ball bag, took out a tennis racket, and walked straight towards himself.

Before Ryoma opened his mouth to make a request, he got up: "Let's go."

"You're welcome," she said.

"Yeah." Tokugawa nodded.

So, he played a complete victory without mercy.

At the end of the game, the yellow ball rolled to the grass and no one cared about it. The little girl on the opposite court put down her racket, lay on her back on the ground, covered her face with the ball cap to block the too dazzling sunlight, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Tokugawa walked over and stopped beside her.

"Today, you look a little different."

After a long time, a muffled response came from under the brim of the hat: "Yes."

What happened?Tokugawa felt no need to ask.

He recalled the impression of the game just now, and murmured: "You seem... very happy."

Obviously without the power to fight back, but the more he fought, the more courageous he was, and he devoted himself to it and tried his best.

It seems that young people should be like this, full of infinite passion and fighting spirit.

"I suddenly felt," Ryoma took off his hat, turned over and sat up, "tennis is still very interesting."

"Ah."

"No matter what, I want to win."

Tokugawa nodded: "It's not easy."

"That's right, it's not easy." Ryoma admitted this, and said again, "But, isn't this more interesting? There are many powerful opponents waiting for me to defeat—I will become stronger, stronger, and more powerful." Strong! Then, win the game!"

It was just an oath talking to herself, but suddenly she turned her head and asked, "Do you think I can do it?"

Before Tokugawa could answer, another voice suddenly interrupted.

"why not?"

The two turned their heads together.Nanjiro, who did not know when he came out of the temple, was looking at them with his hands folded on his chest, with his usual casual smile on his face, but his eyes were full of deep meaning.

Ryoma pursed his lips slightly, avoiding his eyes.

Nanjiro smiled, and Diao Erlang asked, "Where did you go to play today, so happy?"

She didn't answer, and suddenly got up from the ground.

"I will be going out for awhile."

"Now? It's time for dinner?" Nanjiro raised his voice when he saw her rushing towards the door empty-handed.

"Let's talk later!"

Ryoma ran away without looking back, Nanjiro shrugged helplessly, and turned to Tokugawa: "Hey, you said that the current child-"

Tokugawa looked in the direction of the front yard in a daze, and answered the question: "She met a very important person."

"Ah? Oh... yes." Nanjiro was noncommittal.

"I've always been confused." Tokugawa couldn't help but said, "What kind of hopes do you have for Ryoma? Is he a world-class tennis player?"

If yes, is it too heavy for a young girl?When she was still completely ignorant, she was forced to be with tennis...but if she said no, wouldn't it be a blow or a denial to the current Ryoma?

"perhaps."

"perhaps?"

The man turned around, walked slowly towards the temple, and waved his hands: "But that's all up to her."

Ryoma suddenly found himself forgetting a very important thing.

She didn't bring her mobile phone, and she didn't know where Tezuka's house was... She ran out without thinking, was she a little too eager?It's actually the same when I go back to school tomorrow.

Forget it...

Ryoma slowed down and walked aimlessly around the street a few times, trying to calm himself down.When she passed by the flower shop for the second time, a familiar figure stepped out of it.

"Earlier?"

"Senior Fuji..."

The brown-haired boy froze for a moment, then laughed.Holding a pot of hydrangeas in his arms, he beckoned to her with his free left hand: "Aren't you going home so late?"

"Ah."

"Are you lost?"

"No," she hesitated, "can you take me to the minister?"

"Of course—" Buer paused, "Yes. But why do you ask that? Is there anything urgent? I can call you."

"No need." Ryoma shook his head, "I want to say it face to face."

Buer looked into her eyes and nodded thoughtfully: "I see, that must be very important."

"That's right." Ryoma said solemnly, "This is related to whether I can continue to stay in the tennis club."

——"Don't rush to answer. Let me know after you think it over."

That's what Tezuka told her after the game.

so serious?

Bu Er opened his eyes in surprise, lost his voice for a while, and a slight worry appeared on his face.

He said, "Come with me."

……

It was a typical Japanese house.

After ringing the doorbell, Fuji politely explained his purpose to the female voice inside, then stepped back and looked at Ryoma with a gentle smile: "Then I won't go in. You are alone, is it alright?"

Ryoma didn't explain the ins and outs to him, so Buer was very understanding and didn't ask any more questions, consciously avoiding it.

"Thank you, Fuji-senpai," she said.

"You're welcome."

Ryoma watched as Fuji walked towards the shadow of the street with the pot of hydrangeas in his arms, and when he looked back, the courtyard door had just opened.

Tezuka seemed very surprised by her visit at this moment, his eyebrows trembled in confusion: "Do you want to come in?"

"..."

"Then you can talk here." Tezuka sighed and compromised.

But when things came to an end, Ryoma's mind went blank.

She tilted her head and thought for a while, but she couldn't think of why she came to the door so aggressively.

——What did you want to say?

calm!Take a deep breath.

All right.

"I have a rude request." Ryoma said, clasping his fingers behind his back.

Tezuka gestured with his eyes, you said.

"I want...to stay and win the national championship together with everyone in Qingxue." She repeated, "I really want to, really want to."

"Why?" Tezuka's voice was still light.

"Because, I really like... the days of playing tennis like this." She whispered more and more, biting her lower lip.

Usually, Ryoma doesn't like to talk so much, so it should be the first time to express his feelings so bluntly.As she spoke, her cheeks were stained with a blush. She didn't know whether it was caused by nervousness or speaking too quickly. Her chest also heaved and rose several times before she calmed down.

"But I also know that this is wrong." Ryoma continued, "Before no one finds out about the report, I should take the initiative to submit the application for resignation from the Ministry, so that..."

Only then will the results not be cancelled, ruining the hope of the seniors for this year because of violations.

It is because she likes tennis that she persisted for so long.

It's not just to prove yourself, not to get angry with the stinky old man.She's trapped herself in one place, and it's time to get out.

She will definitely go further.

Having said that, she was relieved, and finally let out the long-suffering anger in her heart: "Anyway, I have been taken care of during this time, I will—"

"You seem to have misunderstood something." Tezuka frowned slightly, as if he was a little confused.

"……Uh?"

"I just want you to answer my question."

Ryoma looked up, even more confused.

"Now, I have seen your realization." Tezuka said slowly, "This is enough, continue to work hard in tomorrow's training."

"But?" She couldn't figure out whether the other party was playing with her for a moment, and blurted out, "This is against the rules—"

"If found out." Tezuka corrected.

Ryoma's eyes widened, a little dazed.

Does that mean as long as it is not discovered by others?

Such words, actually came from the mouth of the student council president? !

Is there something wrong!

Tezuka sighed softly, his expression softened a lot: "You don't need to think so much."

"I... don't understand." She frowned, her expression very tangled.

Can she feel that she has been mentally prepared for so long, but nothing happened?

"I am the one who approves the application for membership and submits the list of candidates." Tezuka said calmly, "If anything else, the responsibility lies with me."

"But I was the one who kept it from everyone—"

"I know now." He interrupted, with a calm expression on his face as if to say "Yes, I am an accomplice".

Ryoma blinked, but didn't come back to his senses.

"It's already dark." Tezuka said, raised his hand to look at the time on the watch, frowned, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No..." she said subconsciously.

"Would you like to come in?" Tezuka asked.

——An invitation to dinner from the Minister.

Ryoma's brain was a little confused: "Uh, Senior Fuji is still over there—"

wait for me?

She didn't even have a chance to finish her sentence, and she didn't even have time to turn her head to find the true place.

"Oh, don't worry about him. He knows the way here very well." Tezuka said.

"Eh……"

"I don't know if you like grilled fish." He said calmly, and looked back towards the direction of the room, "My mother's cooking is not bad."

Um?Grilled fish? !

Ryoma probably fainted from hunger, followed him in a daze, and walked in.

The warm fluorescent lamp fell on her head, and for a moment, looking at the figure of her senior, her vision was blurred by the light.

That's right, Ryoma thought suddenly, it's great to be able to come to Seigaku.