must love tennis

Walking alone on the way home, Ryoma suddenly felt relaxed, and when he arrived at the station, he saw a familiar figure from the back.

What is more familiar is the turban tied by that guy, which is colorful, isn't it Haitang.

Although school is over and club training is over, he is still wearing a sports vest, showing his strong shoulders and arms, with a towel around his neck, and trots on the spot.

Haitang also saw Ryoma, and nodded to her coldly as a greeting.

"Aren't you going back, senior?" Ryoma asked.

"It's not over yet," Haitang replied, "This is an extra long-distance running practice of twenty kilometers."

"Oh……"

She thought that her physical training was enough, and here is an even more exaggerated one.However, in order for his Snake Ball to play its most effective role, basic tasks of this level are really necessary.

Long Ma looked at his watch and said, "Thanks for your hard work."

Haitang hummed.After running silently and resting for a few minutes, he wiped the sweat off his head with a towel and ran down the road with his long legs. In a blink of an eye, there was only a small black spot left.

Ryoma watched his back.

She had to admit that she couldn't do this herself—it wasn't that she couldn't persevere, but that her body didn't allow it.According to the menu given, the daily physical strengthening exercises are already the maximum amount.

It seems that you have to work harder.

The next bus came, but Ryoma didn't get on it. After thinking for two seconds, he turned and left.

Along the way are familiar street scenery, strange passers-by who are in a hurry... No, the backs of those two walking side by side are no strangers!

Ryoma opened his eyes wide, rubbed them quickly, and confirmed again and again: Yes, they are the head and deputy head of their tennis department.

Where is this direction going?

Before, in front of a group of seniors, he kept saying that he was not interested, but at this moment, Ryoma discovered—it is really sad—that the human nature to pursue curious things is unavoidable.

In short, follow up and have a look first!

Ryoma subconsciously turned his head to look around, but he didn't see any trace of anyone nearby, so he was relieved and stepped forward quickly.

It's hard to follow, but there are so many people on the street, how can it be so easy to be found?She kept a safe distance and followed far behind until... she entered the hospital.

what.

Ryoma stared at the hospital's nameplate for a while, hesitated, and took a step inside.

There are a lot fewer people in the hospital, and there is no way to find a chance to get close.Seeing the two seniors entering the elevator from a distance, Ryoma stopped outside, watching the floor display on the electronic screen, and finally stopped: the fourth floor.

By the time she climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, the corridor was already empty.

Sure enough, should I give up?But, it's all here...

Why did you come to the hospital?

Lost in thought, Ryoma walked back slowly.Could it be that Minister Tezuka was injured?This is understandable why Dashi always looks worried. If the most powerful ace in the tennis team has a potential injury, he doesn’t know whether he will be able to play, or it will affect the state of the game. No one can feel at ease.

And Oishi has to worry more, after all, with Tezuka's temper, at a critical moment, I'm afraid even if he doesn't care about his body, he will...

Is this why they hide it from everyone?

Before he knew it, Ryoma had already returned to the hospital lobby, and stood by the wall for a long time.She suddenly came back to her senses, and when she looked up, she saw that the opposite elevator door opened again.

Dashi walked out while talking to the people behind him.

"That's great, Tezuka, so..."

No, I'm about to be discovered!

Ryoma hurriedly wanted to retreat, but in this empty hall, there seemed to be no cover terrain that could be used... Pillars, where are the pillars!

Seeing Dashi turn his head, at the critical moment, Ryoma suddenly felt heat coming from the back of his head.

Huh?

Immediately afterwards, she was held down by an irresistible force and pressed down. She followed the guidance of the force and squatted down blankly. The two ministers in her sight were immediately blocked by the benches in the waiting area.

She couldn't see them, and they certainly couldn't see him.

Ryoma stretched out his hand to support the ground, stabilized his body, looked back, and saw a big sister who smiled softly...

a ghost.

Isn't this the boy who gave her the warm water bag that day?

I don't know if Tezuka and the others have left over there, but Ryoma felt a little tired from maintaining this posture, so he simply turned around and sat down, looking up at him: "It's you."

"What a coincidence." The boy's hand let go of her hair, and he seemed to be rubbing it along the way, with a concerned look in his eyes, as if he was treating a child at home, "We met again."

"Well……"

The other party glanced into the distance with awareness, and smiled: "Are you here to find him?"

Ryoma poked his head and looked from behind the chair. Tezuka and Oishi walked out of the gate and drifted away.She let out a long sigh of relief, nodded, and there was nothing to deny anyway: "Yeah."

"I didn't expect to see Tezuka here..." The young man was thoughtful, but quickly shook his head lightly, putting the matter behind him, and turned to ask Ryoma, "Are you going back?"

Well?She was a little puzzled by the question.At this time, the sister nurse who came behind called softly: "Kun Yukimura, I'm about to go back. Be careful not to catch a cold."

"Yes." The boy named Yukimura nodded to her and smiled bitterly, "I'm not that delicate anymore."

Ryoma looked at him silently, and pointed out: "Don't you need to put on your coat?"

"It's really not that cold..." Yukimura sighed, and just gently tugged at the jacket that was slipping down on his shoulders.

"The patient should have a good rest, right?" She said confidently.

Yukimura didn't speak, his eyes fell on the tennis bag she was carrying, he stayed for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You play tennis too?" Long Ma tilted his head, faintly aware of it.

This person knew Minister Tezuka.

This probably means that he is also a member of the tennis club of a certain school, right?Wait, he knows his identity again, if he meets on the field in the future...

Ryoma was distracted again, and when he realized it again, he found himself following the patient in a daze, and walked into his ward.

The quiet and desolate independent room was cleaned very clean, and there was a bouquet of flowers on the bedside table by the window.

The nurse sister closed the open window, leaving only a gap, adjusted the curtains, and said to Yukimura, "There is another inspection at night, don't eat too much."

"Okay, got it." Yukimura responded, watching her out of the room, and then looked at Ryoma, "Do you want an apple?"

Before he got an answer, he had already picked up the apple in the fruit basket on his own, and reached for the fruit knife beside him.

"……no need."

Let the patient cut the fruit for himself?It's a bit misplaced.

"You're welcome, I'm just a little hungry too. But it's not time for dinner yet." Yukimura replied, holding the fruit knife, and turning his wrist lightly a few times, a long string of apple peels magically flew out. In the trash can at your feet.

This is too skilled!

"Ah, so fast..." Ryoma became even more dazed.

"Not bad, right?" The young man pursed his lips and smiled, and seemed happy to see her reaction, "I practiced it when I was bored."

Well, I feel it, this guy looks very lonely.

I don't know what kind of illness I have, it is so serious that I have to stay in the hospital for so long, can I still play tennis?

Ryoma hesitated to speak, Yukimura may have noticed it, but he pretended not to see it, put the tip of the knife against the peeled apple, cut a piece with a little force, and handed it to her mouth: "Try it?"

It's almost like... like a brother.

Ryoma licked his dry lips, but he didn't have the nerve to refuse, so he opened his mouth and bit it.Yukimura withdrew his hand, continued to cut pieces, and said, "You are also in the tennis club, right?"

Ryoma chewed a few mouthfuls, but before swallowing, he almost choked, and looked at him with wide eyes.

"anything else?"

"No..." Before he could finish speaking, Yukimura stuffed her another piece, apparently just talking to himself, not intending to get her answer.

Uh, okay.

Ryoma closed his mouth and continued to chew, feeling a little depressed.

"It tastes good, right?" Yukimura said. "My friend brought it. However, they bought too much, and they didn't even think about my appetite. Alas, it won't be fresh in a few days. I can give it to those kids."

She thought, the "those kids" mentioned here should refer to the person who gave him the warm water bottle before, right?

Uh, wait... Does this mean that in his eyes, he is also the same as the little devils?

After swallowing, Ryoma finally found a chance to speak: "Are you going to live here for a long time?"

"Well... maybe." Yukimura sighed slightly.

Those dark blue eyes fixed on Ryoma's body and seemed to become darker.

"It's rare to see a girl playing tennis." He quickly laughed again, his expression softening, "Do you like tennis very much?"

Ryoma really didn't know if he had noticed that he was wearing a boy's uniform. After struggling for a long time, he nodded: "Well, don't you too?"

"I..." The other party was stunned, a little dazed, looked at his hand, held it empty, and then opened his palm, his tone was extremely lonely for a while, "I don't know if I have a chance to return to the court .”

"Feel sorry."

"Huh? It's nothing," Yukimura said again, "I'm just a little emotional. Don't worry about me, even if I'm not here, I still have friends from the tennis club—they will win the game."

This understated but confident tone moved Ryoma's mind.

"Oh? Is it amazing?"

"If you're interested, can you go and have a look?" Yukimura slightly curved his lips, "This year's national competition is in Tokyo, um... there are still two months left."

"National competition." Ryoma repeated slowly, wondering if he meant that their tennis team was bound to win the national competition, right?Even Qingxue is currently only focusing on the Metropolitan Assembly and the Kanto Competition in front of it.

She frowned slightly, but quickly and firmly replied: "Well, I will definitely go."

Of course, it is to participate in the national competition.

"Really? Maybe we will meet again in the future." Yukimura replied.

Ryoma nodded, and said hesitantly: "I hope to see you... the game after recovery."

She is not very good at comforting people, let alone how to show proper care to patients.

Fortunately, Yukimura didn't seem to need these too much, and said with a smile: "With your good words, I will work hard. I also wish you to achieve your goals."

Goals?

What kind of crow's mouth is this!

On the morning of the first day of the Metropolitan Convention, Ryoma, who had overslept, was galloping along the road.There was no time to comb her hair, and her messy hair was about to be hit. She ran and pulled a few strands randomly, trying to make them softer.

On the phone, Dashi sighed helplessly: "The deadline for registration is approaching! Echizen, where are you?"

"I……"

"What's the matter, have you been in touch?" Kikumaru asked in a hurry after seeing Dashi hang up the phone.

"Echizen said," Oishi held the phone with a dazed expression, "I was hit by a time machine while walking on the road, and traveled to the future... This delays time."

Everyone in Qingxue: "You're lying, right?!"

Only Buer had a deep expression on his face, and held his chin: "Sure enough, it was true last time..."

"Really what?" He looked over with sharp eyes.

"We were on our way home when the time machine crashed and disappeared sooner or later." Fuji replied.

Crowd: ? ?

What is this sudden sci-fi unfolding?

"Stop making trouble, Fuji." Mr. Ryuzaki rubbed his forehead, "Now is not the time for you to joke, okay?"

"I mean it." Fuji said sincerely.

"..."

"Whether it's true or not," Dashi cleared his throat and reminded everyone, "We have to find a way quickly! We will definitely be late when we get closer, and we will be disqualified!"

……

Ten twenty.Ryoma finally arrived at the sports park, a little out of breath, put the hat on his head, and walked in, feeling very anxious.

"Oh, it's daring to be late on the first day of the competition—the first-year rookie of Qingxue."

She paused and looked towards where the sound was.I saw a black-haired boy crossing his arms, leaning on the road sign with great interest, and looking at her with a probing look.

"Who are you...?" Ryoma said expressionlessly.

"I didn't recognize the wrong person, right?" The boy continued on his own, with a clear question, but his tone was very certain, "Well, you are Echizen Ryoma from Youth Academy."

Ryoma pouted: "So what?"

"Nice to meet, I am Guan Yue from St. Rudolph College—"

The other party's self-introduction was not over yet, she was interrupted: "I don't know each other. But if you have anything to do with Qingxue, you can go to our minister."

Guanyue raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth tugged slightly.But he held back and said calmly, "No, I'm here to find you."

Oh?

Ryoma raised the brim of his hat a bit, but his expression remained indifferent.Well, it can be counted that she will be late on the game day, and it seems that she is well prepared.This is better than being a senior.

"I deliberately stuck here at this time," she narrowed her eyes slightly, "You know me well?"

Guanyue smiled: "Smart. Although I am still a first-year student, I am not mistaken, you have great potential."

"I don't need you to tell me about this kind of thing." She replied.

"..." Guanyue stared blankly.

Hey, I can't answer this!