must love tennis

Echizen Minamijiro, who raised his daughter as his son, is not a serious person most of the time, but he is still very serious when it comes to the safety of his family.

I returned to China more than two months earlier than planned, and saw Ryoma holding a picture album and studying it seriously before getting off the plane.Nanjiro was first pleased with her rare cooperation, and then leaned over to take a look, hey, they are all men!

Nanjiro was in a complicated mood, alas, the cabbage that has been raised for so many years has finally grown up, and is going out to look for pigs...

"I want to learn self-defense." Ryoma announced.

In this regard, the family members have different opinions.Rinko was very distressed about that accident, and talked about it for a long time. At this time, he naturally raised his hands in agreement, but Nanjiro curled his lips: "What's so good about dancing swords and swords? Are you floating or can't hold a tennis racket? "

Lunzi glanced at him: "Is tennis used to hit people?"

"If you fight back after being attacked, it's not called hurting others, it's called self-defense." Nanjiro plausibly said, "Don't underestimate tennis, girl."

"However, a boy who knows swordsmanship is very handsome." Cousin Nanako smiled.

Lunzi's eyes lit up: "Yes!"

The minority obeyed the majority, so early the next morning, Ryoma took the newly bought bamboo sword and got on the bus to Kanagawa.

Nanjiro asked Ryoma to go back to China, and his original intention was to let her experience the power of domestic middle school tennis. Who would have thought that school hadn't started yet, and she seemed to be interested in other sports, and she was a little worried. Although she couldn't object, she still played Before she went out, she warned: "You can have fun, don't change your mind!"

Seeing strange thoughts come out, tsk tsk, what is this old man thinking about all day long?

"Yes." Ryoma replied impatiently, stuffed the bamboo knife into the tennis bag and set off.

Any course is boring for beginners.

But for Ryoma, who grew up touching tennis rackets, the most boring exercises are the ones she is most familiar with.In her eyes, the bamboo knife seemed to have turned into a tennis racket. Swinging the knife—that is, the swing, the angle of attack, the speed, and the instantaneous explosive power, just like playing a tennis match.

Compared with endurance, compared with physical strength?She has no fear.

On the other side of the dojo, the students were crying and howling under the hands of the kendo instructor, and Ryoma was chopping the scarecrow lonely at this end.After a while, Genichiro Sanada came to check whether her movements were in place.

"Straighten your arms! Relax your wrists!" As he said before, he scolded and blamed mercilessly, "It's too stiff, and your hands will cramp if you swing them a few more times."

is it?

Ryoma stopped, recalled, and then tried to adjust his posture.

"Your movements..." Sanada murmured again, frowning slightly, as if he felt a little familiar, but couldn't confirm it immediately.Suddenly, he took a step forward, and with lightning speed, he grabbed Ryoma's arm with one hand.

The opponent's palm was very big, and it easily encircled his upper arm. Ryoma was slightly startled, and almost instinctively wanted to chop the bamboo knife down three ways at him, but was stopped by the strength of the opponent's grip, so he stopped.

Tsk, the arms are too thin, I don't know when it will take to develop strength.Sanada thought, this was his first reaction.

Then he discovered that the little girl's arms were much stronger than those of ordinary girls.It is one thing to be thinner and weaker than normal boys, after all, the physique of the opposite sex is basically there.There are not many muscles, but it is by no means soft, and it seems to be elastic to the touch.

"...It's itchy." Ryoma felt very awkward, raised his arm symbolically, trying to break free.

Sanada froze for a moment, let go of his hand, and seemed to realize something was wrong, his earlobe was slightly red.

"Cough," he concealed his fist and said, "The city of Rome was not built overnight. You should eat more meat, drink more milk, and supplement protein."

"Oh."

But she doesn't like milk and intends to ignore the advice.

Sanada's eyesight was excellent, and seeing her perfunctory attitude, he frowned and said, "With your current strength, I can restrain you with one hand."

Well, this is indeed a problem.Ryoma frowned in distress, what should I do?

Eat more protein, and then become a burly female student like Ogami Sakura?The image of her muscles appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help shaking slightly.

No, tennis is a sport that tests skills and agility. It is too inconvenient to be in that body shape.

Sanada thought she was frightened by him, so he quickly adjusted his expression and said straightly: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to beat you. I never hit people for no reason."

Oh?

Ryoma turned to the other side of the dojo, lying on the ground were several male students who had been beaten up by him just now and couldn't take care of themselves.

"I know." She retracted her gaze and replied calmly.

Then, he took half a step back even more calmly.

"..." Sanada.

Although Sanada is still so fierce, he actually likes this girl named Ryoko.

From the first day of practice, most people will complain of sore waist and leg pain, unable to lift their arms.I didn't expect to meet a girl who was able to endure hardships, and I never saw her cry out that she was tired, and she would finish all tasks silently without saying a word.The only disadvantage is probably that she doesn't like to drink milk, and all the carbonated drinks in her bag are not nutritious.

Sanada has always had a good impression of this kind of person who is focused on doing things and has a serious attitude.

Moreover, I didn't expect her motor nerves to be very good, he thought to himself, he met a good seed by accident.As long as she can hold on...

At the end of the day's training, Ryoma changed out of his soaked gi uniform in the locker room, put on his sweatshirt, picked up his bag, and was about to leave, but he found a tall boy standing outside the door, like a scarecrow rooted in the yard.

She looked up, and the setting sun cast a blurred halo on Sanada.

Then, he turned his head and met Ryoma's gaze, with the same serious and indifferent expression as before, and said meticulously: "I'll take you back."

"My home is far away."

"Send you to the station." Sanada was unmoved.

So be it, Ryoma has no objection.

Recalling that when she was in elementary school in Los Angeles, she was not a person who likes to make friends, she always walked alone, and she was a little worried on rainy days, and other children had their parents to pick them up, or else the older brothers and sisters would send umbrellas , as for her dad who doesn't know what he's busy with all day... Forget it, don't count on it.

However, she is very lucky to always meet enthusiastic male and female classmates who lend her umbrellas.

This society is still very warm!

Ryoma followed Sanada who was walking ahead, and secretly looked at him because he was bored.This guy looked old, but he was really a middle school student, wearing a school uniform jacket, a dull dark green.He wasn't youthful enough, and he even wore a black hat!

They are walking on the side of the road like this now, they don't look like young people of the same age at all... more like an old father holding his children.

Surprising.

She had a chill in her heart, and habitually raised her hand to pull the brim of her hat, only to realize that she didn't go out to play tennis these days, and she didn't wear a ball cap.

Forget it.

Ryoma withdrew his hand and put it in his trouser pocket.

Passing the street tennis court, there was a familiar sound of hitting a ball inside, and both of them subconsciously cast their gazes.

Two teenagers ran around the field, chasing after the yellow ball.

Ryoma watched their actions, and subconsciously substituted himself into it. After evaluating, he came to the conclusion: they didn't play as well as he did.

It's just that!

Probably showing such a gaze unconsciously, Ryoma met Sanada's eyes when he retracted his gaze.

His dark eyes stared at her.

"You think they can't do it?" Sanada asked.

"Still a long way to go."

Sanada didn't know that she was using herself as a reference for comparison, and thought she was talking about the level she had seen abroad, so she said without hesitation: "Japanese tennis is very strong."

"Really?" she said slowly.

"You'll see," Sanada said.

"I hope so." Ryoma raised his eyebrows with great interest, and turned his head to look at the tennis court for the last time.

The boy on the left made a smash and ended the game.Their friends silently turn over the scoreboard outside the field.

Is it really great?

Ryoma thought suspiciously.

Her father said so, a "superhero" met in a foreign country said so, and now even a coach who plays swords and swords said so...

The talented tennis girl who had won countless championships and was extremely proud, finally felt a little shaken in her heart.

But then, she came back to her senses and asked, "You mean men's tennis?"

"Of course." The other party replied without thinking again.

"Oh……"

Ryoma was a little disappointed, and continued to ask nonchalantly, "Where is the woman?"

"...Not that good." Although a little embarrassed, Sanada honestly expressed his opinion.He thought he was very objective, but when he saw the other party pursing his lips in displeasure, he subconsciously added: "This is normal. This is the natural law of sports competition. Women are inherently inferior to men."

At that moment, he saw the girl's eyes become sharper.

Just like the day they first met, he felt the same arrogance of not being outdone.

"You are wrong, Sanada-senpai." Ryoma raised his chin and looked at him very seriously.

"In this matter, I am not wrong." Sanada replied.After a pause, he added, "This is not sexism, it's a fact. If you want to prove yourself right, you can use the facts to convince me."

But, no chance.Sanada was actually quite clear in his heart.He was very calm, and he didn't expect anything from the other party, and his eyes even showed some pity.

Hmm... I'm a little upset.

Ryoma thought he would be irritated, but he wasn't.

In foreign countries, she has already seen all kinds of arrogant young people-yes, there are too many arrogant and hateful people in this world than herself-and when she returns home, she has to face a more difficult one opponent.

The station was not far away, and a gust of wind blew at the intersection, and I felt a terrible chill on my collarbone that hadn't wiped off my sweat.

Ryoma subconsciously closed his neckline.

"Wear more next time." Sanada also noticed this detail and said to her.Calmly, he took out a pile of folded scarves from his bag and handed them over, as if they hadn't been confronting each other a second ago.

"...Oh, thank you." Ryoma took it nonchalantly, and rolled it around his neck casually, feeling much warmer, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"I will."

Just when Sanada turned around and was about to leave, he heard this and turned around: "What?"

"It's nothing, see you later." Ryoma had already buried his face under the scarf, and his voice sounded very vague.She turned around and walked into the gate, waving her hand outside.

Sanada stood outside, watching the girl disappear behind the crowd.

After a while, he turned around and met two pairs of strangely shining eyes.

"Yo, Qiaowa, deputy department." The silver-haired boy chewed his gum.

"We didn't disturb anything, did we?" the redhead asked sincerely.

"Don't think too much." Sanada rubbed his forehead, "That's a student of the dojo."

"Since when have you had female students there?"

"No, it doesn't exist." The two sang together, as if talking about cross talk.

Then, naturally, each of them shuddered without a doubt: "Too lax!"

Sanada then turned around and strode away.The two followed behind, Fumta Marui asked in a low voice, "Did you see clearly just now?"

"Of course." Nioh Masaharu said without hesitation.With his dynamic vision, needless to say?

"How do you look?" Wentai continued to ask.

"very familiar."

"what?"

The answer of the fraudster boy was a bit confusing.In fact, he was a little confused himself.The girl I saw just now was obviously an unfamiliar face, but I felt a sense of familiarity.

He casually picked up the broken hair by his ear, wrapped it around his index finger, and let it go, thinking loosely.

When did you see it?