must love tennis

Teenagers living in the 21st century have probably never imagined that they would run into a group of dark forces suspected of murder and arson when they walk on a remote road, and then be hunted down.

No matter how you think about it, it's something that only happens in movies. In the next second, you may be dismembered by five horses and sink into Tokyo Bay in a sack.

However, a sophomore boy like Yajiujin would never admit that he was scared. On the contrary, he was full of blood and felt that he could hit eight with one.He subconsciously turned the racket in the other direction, feeling a little dissatisfied, and inadvertently glanced behind him from the corner of his eye.

Long Ma was excitedly pulling the bamboo knife out of the scabbard, muttering in a low voice, "This is the first time I have a chance to chop a real person!"

——It’s your first time fighting? !

Yajiujin felt his eyes go dark, but he still dodged skillfully to the left side of his body, barely brushing against the white light coming from the slashing, and then he stepped on the wall brick and turned [-] degrees with his strength. He raised his arm and waved it back vigorously.

The cross-section of the racket hit the abdomen of the incoming person, making a dull sound.

"Well!"

The man took a pain and took a step back unconsciously.

His companions probably didn't expect that a mere middle school student could make a counterattack, and his retreat immediately disrupted their formation.The footsteps of the people behind were chaotic. Taking advantage of this short period of time in the air, Akutsu turned over and jumped away without hesitation, grabbed Ryoma's arm and sprinted towards the right alley.

Ryoma was also stunned for a moment, but quickly adjusted his steps to keep up with his rhythm.

"Stop playing?" she asked.

"Screw!" Ajiujin threw an annoyed sentence without turning his head.

"……cut."

That tone seems to say, you really are afraid.

Of course, this is what Akutsu understood without authorization.Although he was very upset, but in the end it was the moment when human life was at stake, he just said coldly: "Shut up, brat."

Once the main players of the two tennis clubs focus on "running the road", it seems that no one can easily catch up.

But Yajiujin didn't think the other party would let them go so easily.Judging from their formation, most of them are killers or mercenaries who use people's money to do things for others, the most common killers or mercenaries in novels and movies. Such a cool identity will never be empty.

He heard a faint sound, and before Yajiujin could distinguish it, he heard Ryoma blurt out: "Be careful!"

She actually didn't know what it was, but her intuition came faster than any reaction.

When the brain was thinking about how to act next, another person reacted faster than her, slapped her head, and pulled her hair, but there was no time for her to complain , Ryoma was pushed hard by this force, his body immediately lost its center of gravity, and fell forward.

boom!

bang bang-

There was another gunshot, and after that, another rapid burst.

I'm sure I'm going to die this time!

Ryoma closed his eyes subconsciously, but he didn't feel any pain in any part of his body. It wasn't until he fell to the ground that his arms and knees twitched slightly.

She supported the ground with her hands, didn't fall too embarrassingly, turned over and stood up quickly with the strength of the landing, and when she looked up, she saw Yajiujin beside her, and she seemed to be fine—there was a little extra on her clothes Hui, two holes were scratched by something.

"Not dead, are you?" Ryoma asked seriously.

Ya Jiujin glanced at her, didn't answer, but looked back.

Ryoma then turned his head, startled for a moment, only to find out what stopped the bullets from shooting towards them.

Standing between them and the pursuers was a tall, pitch-black figure.

There was not enough light in the alley, and the other party turned their backs to them, only seeing the long silver hair blowing in the wind, and the whole person was wrapped in a straight and slim uniform, looking full of murderous looks, even the long sword in his left hand had a Surrounded by faint gunpowder smoke.

——Just now, was this the person who chopped off the bullets with his sword? !

Akutsu was completely speechless.

What kind of world is this?Dragon ○?Super Saiyans have invaded the earth?Are people from the Zheng ○ Alliance or the Avengers Alliance coming to transnational law enforcement? ?

He couldn't help but fell into deep thought... Two seconds later, he suddenly came back to his senses, wishing he could slap himself twice: What are you thinking?How can the mind be full of messy things!

When I looked up, there was a snap.Akutsu looked over at the sound, and there was a comic book lying on the ground. Looking up, the zipper button of Ryoma's backpack was open, probably because he was too hasty and negligent just now.

The cover of the manga is facing up, with a bold headline: Dragon ○ Z.

It really is because of you!

Ryoma glanced at it, quickly picked up the manga, and stuffed it into the bag indiscriminately.

"Who is that person?" She asked in a low voice, pointing at the person opposite.

"Ghost knows." Yakujin replied.

Just as the two of them were speaking, another silver-haired youth disappeared in front of them in a flash of dazzling swords and swords.

Pulling out the sword, retracting it, and rubbing against the air made a rustling sound, and these movements were completed neatly.In an instant, the chasers in black fell down one after another, as if they didn't even have time to scream, and the world became quiet.

It was even too quiet, as if nothing had happened.

Ryoma rubbed his eyes, and in the reflection of the window glass above his head, he saw a smear of blood spattered on the wall.The color changes from bright to deep, like the flowers blooming on the wall with paint splashed by street performers.

It's a pity that she is an ordinary person and cannot appreciate this kind of "work".

Almost subconsciously, in the thick dead silence, the dragon and horse moved.

She lifted her foot and took a step behind Akutsu.Even though he confirmed that he had tried his best to remain calm, the man still heard a slight movement.

Turning around, a sharp gaze flew over.Then, he stepped out from the shadows, revealing the black uniform, a head of dazzling silver hair, and... the silver sword hanging down, with blood still dripping from the blade, falling soundlessly to the ground, blending into the into the muddy filth.

And then the full face of that person.

Sword eyebrows and star eyes, deep and distinct facial features, obviously Caucasian.More importantly... Ryoma found out that he had actually met him.

A few months ago, near a small town in California, USA, this person was the leader among the group of "suspected bodyguards" who flew to pick up Gangji by helicopter.

What did Gang Ji call him back then...

Maya!

What a bunch of real killers!

Ryoma swallowed.

Ajiujin glanced at her: "Scared?"

"Don't you think," Ryoma said calmly--just seeming--pointed out, "that after killing those people, he would come along and kill us as well?"

Although there were six opponents before, now there is only one, which seems to be much better in terms of numbers.But... not everything in the world can be calculated with simple mathematics.

Just like now.

The two stared at Scuvarro approaching them menacingly with a bloody sword, standing motionless like a frozen sculpture.In fact, they are very clear that it is really impossible to escape this time - if the other party really wants to do something.

Then, the cold and handsome killer spoke:

"Hey!!!"

When passing by the commercial street, it is nothing more than being suddenly bombarded by the super loud speakers in the mall.

Ryoma felt the collar tighten, and was picked up easily by Skuvalo—even though there was an Akutsu in the middle—she raised her head and met a pair of silver-gray eyes.

"It's you again, brat." He seemed to smile, coldly.

what.

Sure enough, he was recognized.

Ajiujin's eyes immediately fixed on it.

"Do you know?"

Ryoma shook his head firmly.

"Your friend?" Scuvaro asked too.

Continue to shake your head.But this cultural object is obviously more terrifying. She decided to add a few words, explain the ins and outs, and clear up the responsibility: "No, we just met each other on a narrow road, and we were going to meet for a fight, and then we met those just now..."

Uh, can you still call it a "person"?

From the corner of Ryoma's eyes, he unconsciously looked behind Skuvalo.

The rickety things on the ground are already corpses, right?

"Coincidence?" Scovalo raised his eyebrows.

The killer's eyes were too oppressive for ordinary people, Ryoma bit the bullet and nodded.

However, to her surprise, Skuvalo immediately let go of her collar, only glanced at Akutsu beside him, then walked straight through between them and walked away.

...That's it, leave?

According to common sense, shouldn't you threaten a few words, "Remember that you didn't see anything, or be careful with your heads" or something like that?

After a few steps, Scuvaro's figure disappeared into the alley.

Ryoma turned his head and looked at Akutsu.The latter was watching—or, rather, studying—her with a new, thoughtful look.

She thought for a while and asked, "Do you still want to fight now?"

Two seconds of silence.

Yajiujin hooked the corners of his mouth and showed a provocative smile: "No hurry, aren't you Qingxue very well behaved?"

"I don't care." Ryoma shrugged and said.

"I'm just afraid that you will be frightened." Yajiujin sneered, "If you can't show your strength, it will be too disappointing to me."

"..."

Due to his personality, Ryoma subconsciously wanted to refute.But the moment before she made a sound, she calmed down, and the hand hanging by her side moved slightly, it was indeed stiffer than ever before, rubbing her fingers, she could feel a lot of sweat.

After all, it was a turn around from the line of life and death...

The moment I relaxed, I felt a great sense of loss of strength all over my body.

In any case, this is not a good time for a tennis matchup.

But the two of them didn't have any deep affection for sharing weal and woe. They glanced at each other and felt awkward and weird. If the topic of tennis was excluded, they didn't know what else to say.

Ryoma was silent for a while, then cleared his throat dryly, and said, "Just now... thank you very much."

Yakujin snorted, his face full of disdain.

"Don't come here. The person who saved you just now was that guy."

"It's 'save us'." Ryoma couldn't help correcting.

He didn't deny it, but just looked at her meaningfully, and said without thinking: "Sure enough, I'm not mistaken."

"what?"

"It's going to be fun."

Ryoma: "??"

You call this kind of thing interesting and exciting?Young man, aren't you too high school? !

Yajiujin patted the ashes on his sleeves as if nothing had happened, as if he noticed the holes in his clothes and the scratches on his arms at this moment, he couldn't help frowning: "Tsk, I'm going to be nagged by the old lady again when I go back."

In the two days since I met Ryoma, I have tossed myself into such a mess one after another.Feeling a little frustrated, Akutsu was further aroused interest.

Right now, he decided to let this brat go for now, and go back to deal with his mother first...

old woman?Is it a family member?

Ryoma said slowly: "If you are afraid that they will be worried, you can go back and tell them that today you met a group of gangsters fighting each other, you saw their appearance and were hunted down...then they will think that you must be Just kidding, then rest assured."

"..." Yakutsu.

Seems to make sense? !

When Ryoma got home, it was already late.

In the living room, Irie Kanata is playing chess with Tokugawa. Judging from the serious expressions of the two, this may be an unprecedented fierce game-but it may also be the opposite.

A man's mouth, a liar.

Brother Iri is a vivid example of this.

It seems that he is always at ease, unable to see clearly, see through, or see through his true face.If you try to forcibly uncover the mask of that smile, I'm afraid you will be tossed miserably.

Ryoma is definitely not someone who likes to be brave in this regard.She walked past the two of them as if nothing had happened, planning to go upstairs and return to her room.

Before he had taken two steps, he was called to Jiangtou without looking back.

"Ryoma." His voice was soft and gentle, like the tone that Fuji would use when he was trying to coax the younger generation to drink the punishment tea that the senior did...

She stopped slowly, and then turned around slowly.

"You came back a little late today."

A very common greeting.

Irie calmly put down a sunspot on the chessboard, then raised his head and smiled at her.

"Have you encountered any trouble?"

After thinking for two seconds, Ryoma said cautiously: "I accidentally ran into a group of gangsters committing crimes and was hunted down..."

"..." Irie said with an unchanged smile, "You're joking, aren't you?"

You see, let me just say this trick works!