must love tennis

"What are you doing?" Qian couldn't help but opened the notebook again, and was about to write something on it, but just as he finished speaking, he heard a thud over there.

Looking up, I saw classmate Qianshi fell headlong to the ground, the mosquito coils rolled their eyes, and the tennis ball tied by the rubber band was still bouncing slowly beside him.

"Ah." Ryoma put down the racket with an innocent expression on his face, "Accidentally used too much force."

——Has someone died? !

Pointing at the thousand stones on the ground, Peng Xiang stammered: "Anyway, anyway! Should I hurry up and find the time machine?!"

"calm."

In the next second, Gan appeared beside Qianshi, squatted down to check his pulse, then pushed his glasses, nodded slowly: "No rush, we can still be rescued."

Ryoma: "..."

Are you exaggerating?What a fat thing, can playing tennis kill a person?

"Any sport is dangerous." Fuji said, "It's like playing Quidditch and you may be KO'd by a Bludger, isn't it?"

Where did Quidditch come from? !

"But don't worry," Gan said, getting up while straightening out the wrinkles on his clothes, "Generally, the vitality of the first-choice players who can enter the tennis club is very tenacious——"

Wait, you seem to have said something terrible?

"Anyway, let's take him to the infirmary first." Qian added a few strokes to his notebook, closed the notebook lightly, and put it away, "It's not good to delay the women's tennis training here. No two, call A few people came over to help destroy the corpses."

"okay."

Is it okay to just say words like "destroy corpses and wipe out traces" so bluntly!

Ryoma watched them pass in front of him, and couldn't help asking: "What about me?"

"A first-year student." Without turning his head, he pushed his glasses, and the white light flashed fiercely. "Hurry up and go back to the club for training after you're done. I still have a lot of vegetable juice, I'm afraid it will be wasted."

"...Senior has worked hard, so I'm leaving." Ryoma quickly turned around, picked up the stack of magazines and ran away.

slip away.

Run away after doing bad things, and there is a little excitement.

When Ryoma returned to the tennis club, Fuji and Gan were still there, and Tezuka and Oishi had just come off the court after a practice match.

"Hey, Echizen, here we come." Dashi greeted, and looked around, "Where's A-gan? I remember he said to go to the student union to collect materials, and I'm looking for you by the way, haven't I met?"

"Oh. Seniors and the others..." Ryoma dragged his voice, "Going to destroy the corpses and wipe out the traces."

Dashi: ? ? ?

Obviously it was just retelling the words from the dry mouth, but it scared Deputy Minister Oishi enough.Before Tezuka could walk away, after hearing this, a pair of sharp eyes also looked over.

"What happened?" he asked calmly.

"Well, it's nothing." Ryoma touched his nose and stared at the air in the lower left corner, "I accidentally hit a ball in the face of a visitor, and he passed out..."

"Is that all?" Dashi was also dubious.

"Yeah." She nodded affirmatively, "That guy said he was good at tennis, so he gave me instructions on how to swing the racquet, so I just followed suit."

Dashi fell into deep thought: "A person who is very good at tennis? Is he an opponent in the Tokyo Metropolitan Assembly?"

As expected of the deputy minister, the first thing he thought of was the game.

Ryoma continued: "It seems to be called Qianshi."

"Ah." Dashi whispered, "Is it Qingchun Qianshi from Yamabuki Middle School?"

Thousand stones are pure?Ryoma thought to herself, she doesn't think where her innocence has gone...

"Tezuka." While talking, Dashi turned his head to Tezuka, "It seems that there are quite a few people who want to inquire about our strength."

Tezuka didn't answer, noncommittal.

"For Yamabuki Junior High School," Oishi said again, "Didn't Mr. Ryuzaki have already declined the invitation for the training match proposed by their coach? It should be a pity that you couldn't confirm your status earlier. Besides—Echizen."

He called Ryoma who was about to enter the arena for practice.

She carried the tennis racket and turned her head: "Huh?"

"Did you feel that there are more people paying attention to you these days?" Dashi gestured to the outside with his eyes, and there was always a looming figure somewhere in the bushes.

Ryoma hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "It's a bit annoying. I feel very uncomfortable when changing clothes."

"..." Tezuka pushed his glasses silently.

She reacted and shut up immediately.

"It's too much." Oishi frowned slightly, and said to Tezuka worriedly, "I think they have seriously affected the normal training of the tennis team. Do you want to talk to the coach? In the past, the focus was on you. , this year we only have one more first-year student, and we are being given such 'key attention'..."

Ryoma quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to lift his footsteps when Tezuka suddenly said, "Echizen."

"What is the minister's order?" She stopped helplessly.

"Today's training task, you and Kaitang will do it together." Tezuka paused, and added, "It's for work, so don't doubt it."

"Oh." She was confused at first, she nodded in agreement, and turned to look for Haitang.

Ryoma wandered around the side of the field, but saw no one, only Kikumaru doing back and forth leapfrog.He pointed her in the direction: "Here, it's behind the studio."

Why over there?

She was even more confused. When she went over to look, there was a small room over there, which was a place for storing sundries.Haitang was staring at the cleaning tools in a daze, looking depressed.

Ryoma walked over, and as soon as he stood firm, he heard him say coldly: "The movement is too slow, a first grader."

"What to do?" she asked directly.

Hearing this, Haitang looked even more depressed, and pointed to the strangely shaped brooms and trash cans placed by the wall.

"Clear the fallen leaves outside the field."

"what?"

"That's right." He affirmed.

"To exercise...arm strength?" Ryoma was at a loss.

"I don't know." Haitang said.But after all, it was a task assigned by his seniors, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only accept it. "Hurry up and finish it."

He took off his coat, only wearing a black vest inside, tied the clothes around his waist, and told Ryoma, "Take this and give me that."

"Oh." Ryoma pointed the two-meter-tall pole—more like a fishing rod than a broom? ——It was still a little difficult to lift it through the small door of the utility room. After handing it to Kaitang, he picked up a short one, then lifted the cleaning bucket at his feet, "Let's go."

The two set off aggressively with their tools.

"In addition to fallen leaves, there are also 'sundries' that can be seen with the naked eye." Haitang walked, and then repeated the requirements of the mission.

"Such as? Confetti, snack bags, etc.?" Ryoma continued casually, suddenly his attention was attracted by the swaying bushes in the distance, and he paused.

After Haitang noticed her slowing down, he also turned around to see her looking at the opposite side of the court, thinking: "So, do those count?"

Haitang followed Ryoma's line of sight, frowned, and his already dark face became more and more terrifying: "Forget it! Come with me."

In less than half an hour, Ryoma followed Kaitang and swept around the corners of the court. During the period, relying on the stares and threats of his seniors, he drove away a dozen voyeurs and two who claimed to be "managers". and "scouts" of unknown persons.

"Ah, Senior Kaitang is really reliable." Ryoma followed slowly behind, sighing.

"Shut up." Haitang staggered and snorted without looking back.

With a basketful of garbage—except leaves, several intelligence notebooks and lens caps abandoned by the escaped guys, and even a complete camera—they successfully concluded this special mission and returned to tennis court.

"Tsk tsk." Buer, who returned from handling the "corpse", picked up the cracked lens cap with emotion on his face, wiped it a few times habitually, and sighed, "It's a pity, this is not cheap."

"Well, Fuji seems to know this very well." Kikumaru looked at it, but couldn't see why.

"It just happens to be an interest." He replied, raised his eyes to meet Ryoma's gaze, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

"That person just now..." Long Ma hesitated to speak.

"Oh, he." Fuji's tone was very relaxed, "After lying in the infirmary for a while, he woke up by himself, he should have gone back."

"Oh." It's fine.

They described it as scary to death just now, and she thought she accidentally exploded into a Super Saiyan.

Seeing them gathered here, Tezuka came over to take a look, and then asked him with the camera cover that was said to be expensive: "How to deal with these?"

"Can it still be used?"

"Well, if something isn't broken, it's still okay."

"Then take it to the notice of the missing object." Before leaving, Tezuka ordered again, "Later, you can check the living room."

"Huh?" Buer quickly realized and nodded knowingly, "Got it."

"Check what..." Ryoma covered his mouth halfway through speaking.

"Well," he pretended to be worried, "I heard Eiji mention that someone would secretly take pictures of the locker room. It sounds scary, doesn't it?"

Ryoma didn't speak, just stared at him.

"Okay, no kidding. I just went to see if anyone got in." Fuji frowned, and waved his hand, "Hurry up and go to training. If you can't finish the task, the punishment tea is still waiting. "

She snorted and was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something: "By the way, I don't seem to have seen Senior A Tao today."

"Oh, he went to buy supplies with someone..." Fuji looked at the time and let out a soft sigh, "However, why haven't you come back yet?"

"Could you get lost?" Ryoma guessed

"Is that you?" Buer glanced at her and smiled, "The kid who couldn't even find a place for an incinerator after two months of school?"

Taocheng never came back, and Ryoma left the stadium alone after finishing the day's work.After walking two steps, I saw Kikumaru squatting on the side of the road, meowing towards the bushes, and Fuer was standing beside him, looking around.

"No..." Kikumaru scratched his hair, feeling quite disappointed, "Damn it, why did Haitang come here one by one when he was feeding them cat food!"

"Haitang seems to be very experienced." Fuji said.

"I can't tell, he is actually a guy who is interested in small animals." Kikumaru withdrew his hand, resting his chin, "Should I ask him for advice?"

Ryoma looked behind them for a while, and couldn't help saying: "What are you doing?"

"Ah, little one!" Kikumaru stood up cheerfully, "Have you ever seen a white cat here? It's fluffy and fluffy——"

He gestured while talking, and confirmed with Fuji: "There seems to be some brownish gray, right?"

"Ah."

"No." Ryoma replied, "However, what you said, senior, seems to be the same as the one raised by my family..."

Kind of like eh.

"Forget it, let's talk about it next time we meet." Kikumaru glanced at the grass for the last time with some regret, and beckoned them to continue walking, "It's true that Dashi sneaked away again, and I don't know where he went..."

"So, I seem to have seen him leave with Tezuka." Fuji said.

"Hey! What are the two of them sneaking around for?" Kikumaru became more and more curious, "Little one, do you know?"

Ryoma shook his head, but in his mind, the words that Dashi rushed over to tell her after the game under the viaduct that day, and his expression at that time emerged for no reason...

Seems complicated yet.

"About this..."

A chilly voice suddenly sounded behind them, startling Kikumaru, shrinking his neck, and suddenly dodged to the side.

"Wow, Ah Gan, you suddenly appeared again to be scary!"

Gan acted as if he hadn't heard, holding his glasses while flipping through his small notebook: "According to my records, this phenomenon started at the beginning of the semester."

"Oh, as expected of Agan!" Kikumaru's eyes lit up, "And then what? Did you find anything?"

"Unfortunately, no." Gan closed the notebook, sighed, and said, "After all, the target is Tezuka. I think it's a bit difficult to follow him without being discovered."

"That's right." Fuji nodded.

"It's probably related to the tennis club." Ryoma was a little disapproving of their gossip spirit, "Does it have anything to do with us?"

"Who knows?" Kikumaru looked serious with an inquiring spirit, as if he was teaching her a lesson, "Little one, you need to be a bit curious about knowledge! —Maybe, they have some secrets they are hiding from us?"

"It seems very interesting." Fuji added fuel to the fire.

"Sure enough, everyone really wants to know." Gan slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and his glasses swished to reflect light.

"I……"

Ryoma was about to say, don't pull me into this kind of thing, stepped out of the school gate, Kikumaru saw the figure at the intersection with a sharp eye, and shouted over there: "Hey, Aaron! Have you left yet?"

"Oh." Kawamura raised his head, quickly folded and put away the advertising leaflet he was still studying, and said with a smile, "Accidentally stunned for a while."

"What are you taking?"

"Well, it's nothing, the advertisement for the pet shop..." Kawamura took it out again and handed it to Kikumaru, "It looks very cute, I kind of want to see it."

"Ah, I want to go too!"

Long Ma looked at the sky: "What are we going to do?"

"Let's vote." Kan announced, "Those who want to go to the pet store raise their hands, those who want to follow—er, no, those who want to track down Dashi's secret raise their hands!"

With two hands raised each, the votes were tied.

Gan stared at Ryoma, and said quietly: "Aren't you interested in any of them?"

"Well, I have a cat at home."

"...?!"

Kikumaru exclaimed: "There are people with cats?! Damn, it's too enviable?!"

When they reached the intersection, Ryoma waved to them, "Then I'll go first."

"Woo..." Kikumaru bit the handkerchief, "I want to pet the cat too."

"Indeed," Fuji said, "the kitten with fried hair is very cute, and it should be very comfortable to touch."

Kikumaru turned his head, feeling unsure: "... Huh?"