must love tennis

On this day, the gymnasium was on holiday, and Nanjiro saw that Ryoma was having breakfast, and he still brought the ball bag as usual, and he said, "Little devil, are you going on a date?"

"No." She buried her head in eating the poached egg, her voice muffled.

"Oh, which handsome guy are you going to meet?" Nanjiro acted as if he hadn't heard, "The one who taught you swordsmanship? Do you have a photo?"

It really does.

Longma flipped through the phone's photo album, clicked on it casually, and turned the screen to show him: "Here."

It was the first day when we met, knowing that my memory was not very good, Ryoma had done enough homework—in order not to let herself identify the wrong person in the future, she asked Sanada for permission, and she took a picture of his face.

The light is a bit dim, and the face looks black.

Nanjiro leaned over to take a look, and his face collapsed when he was just excited.

He looked at Ryoma worriedly: "So you like mature ones?"

"..." This is all about what.

Longma didn't want to dump him anymore, so he put his bag on his back and turned to go out.

She's been a little bored recently, the new semester is still early, every day she comes down to play ball or knives, and it's all personal practice, which is not interesting at all.The repeated hitting practice against the scarecrow has come to an end, but Sanada still doesn't let her participate in the battle, let her continue to practice the decomposition movements, and she doesn't know when it will end.

It's boring.

What should I do?Ryoma wandered the streets aimlessly, made a routine trip to the sporting goods store, bought himself new duct tape, repaired his frayed racket, and then lost his direction in life.

At the intersection of the commercial street, there were a few college students distributing leaflets. Seeing her walking around with a confused look on their faces, they enthusiastically stuffed her with a bunch of leaflets.

Ryoma picked it up for a casual glance, and was suddenly attracted by one of the titles.

Is a person empty and lonely?Want to find the embrace of love?

The biggest invention of this century - brother gashapon to satisfy you!

As long as 998, love your brother to take home!

Ryoma:? ?

And such a good thing?

No, Ryoma does not lack love, but only lacks someone who can play tennis with him.

You can't count on Echizen Nanjiro, fighting him is just being played unilaterally.Often, he would yawn and leave her behind before he even complained about being hanged and beaten... It was really bad.

My former classmates and neighbors all have brothers and sisters who are very kind to me and can meet their various requirements.It's not that Ryoma is envious, but I always feel...

There is always such a feeling in her brain that she should have a brother.

The address is No. 101 Toy City.

The department store is No. 99, which means it is nearby.Ryoma stopped, held the leaflet and raised his head, and saw the big neon signboard of Toy City.

In the modern commercial street, the decoration style of this toy city is particularly unconventional, like a candy house in a fairy tale, which should have attracted the attention of many children, but almost everyone just passed by without squinting.

The gate was empty.Ryoma sized it up, wondering if this is the entrance to the world that only people who understand magic can see?

Well, interesting.

She swaggered in and walked in, all the way unimpeded, there was no magical enchantment that would appear in the imagination, which was disappointing.It's ordinary inside, really ordinary.There is a small carousel in the center of the resplendent and resplendent hall, singing and spinning, and a row of claw machines are placed against the wall around it, stuffed with plush dolls.

Ryoma looked over one by one, and didn't feel any difference from other toy towns. He was passing by a large slot machine, and then bumped into someone.

"Sorry—huh?"

Ryoma rubbed his forehead, raised his head when he heard the voice, and was also taken aback: "It's you?"

A girl who was about the same height as her was carrying a schoolbag in her arms. She didn't notice that the pencil case slipped out from under the zipper, and she hurried to pick it up. At this moment, the hair rope tied with a ponytail on her head broke again, and her soft long hair Scattered on the shoulders, it looks fluffy and messy.

"Senior Zetian..." she whispered.

"Why are you here?" Tsuna asked, raising his arm and wiping her cheek with his sleeve, Ryoma keenly noticed the faint water marks on her face, and her eyes were a little red.

It was completely different from the person who was fighting vigorously when he saw it in the warehouse that day.is something happened?Can't even handle her?

Ryoma asked, "Are you all right?"

Gangji shook his head.

"I'm in trouble." She smiled distressedly and didn't say much, "Why are you here? It seems that only elementary school students come in this place... right..."

and many more.

Ryoma nodded calmly: "That's right, I'm still a primary school student."

If you haven't been to junior high school yet, let's do the math.

"What about you, senior?" She asked back.

"As I said just now, I ran into a little trouble, so I came to find... um, friend." When Tsuna mentioned the word friend, he hesitated for a moment, but did not change his words.Then, she looked at the flyer in Ryoma's hand, "Brother Gacha?"

The address said the third floor underground, which seemed to be where Tsuna Ji planned to go, so the two walked towards the elevator together.

"Have you been broken up?" Ryoma asked casually when he pressed the elevator button.

"Like it?" Gang Ji turned to look at her with a dazed expression.

"Oh, whatever I said."

"If only it were that simple." Gang Ji sighed instead, looking disappointed.Seeing the elevator door open, she cheered up a little, "Let's go."

The buttons in the elevator are a bit weird, from the first floor to the third floor, and only down to the second floor.But there is still a red button below it, and nothing is written.

Ryoma tried to press down, the elevator door closed and began to descend.

Minus one, minus two...

Arrived.

The elevator doors opened automatically, and as soon as Ryoma stepped out, he was attracted by two huge gashapon machines directly in front of him.I saw a few crooked pink characters written on the glass window:

~Brother Gacha~ (heart)

Ryoma circled the gashapon machine for a while, then looked inside: "Hey, is anyone there?"

"Yes—wait, sorry, ouch—"

There was a clanging sound of objects colliding behind the counter, and then a red-haired head popped out. The boy wearing glasses stood up straight while rubbing his arms and grinning, looking at the customer.

"Gangji-kun, you're here!" His voice was full of surprise.

Ryoma immediately turned his head to look around, do you know each other?

"Irie Masaichi, my friend." Tsunayoshi explained, "But he is not the store manager."

"I was just entrusted by someone to help take care of the business." Irie Zhengyi said, sighing, "Ghost, how can there be any guests here!"

Then, his eyes turned to Ryoma, and he quickly adjusted his glasses: "You are—"

"I saw this." Ryoma raised the flyer in his hand.

"Brother Gacha." Irie's glasses slipped a few centimeters, he coughed twice and muttered, "I didn't expect..."

"Is it true?" Ryoma directly interrupted him, staring into his eyes with burning eyes, "This gastronomy?"

The red-haired boy's eyes wandered a little, and after a long time, he nodded with difficulty: "That's what the store manager said."

"The store manager?" Ryoma tilted his head.

Gang Ji's lips moved, but before he could make a sound, a brisk voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Isn't this Kokichi!"

Ryoma turned around quickly, and there was a tall silver-haired boy sitting on the sealed glass window, who appeared there at some unknown time.There is obviously no door, and no sound of the elevator is heard...

"Are you the store manager?"

The store manager nodded to her with a smile, and the purple tattoos at the corners of his eyes looked very coquettish and mysterious with his smile.

"Are you a magician?" she asked again.

"How come?" The silver-haired boy said exaggeratedly, and he picked it off the window sill with a sway of his body, walked forward slowly, raised his right hand, and shook his index finger, "Only a man over 25 years old can be called a magician. My psychology Only 24 years old."

"……"WTF.

But at least what is certain is that he is not some chosen magic savior.

So, Ryoma let out a disappointed "Oh".

The store manager didn't care, and waved to his employees: "Xiaozheng, come and receive me."

"What about you?" Gangji blurted out.

"I," the store manager turned to her, with a brighter smile, "to solve your problem~"

They seem to know each other.

Ryoma looked over and saw that Tsuna turned sideways in some avoidance. He didn't meet the man's eyes, and just said: "You find a place to talk."

The store manager raised his chin towards the secret door behind the counter: "It's just what I want."

Tsuna followed him in, but his sight was blocked by the door curtain, Ryoma had no choice but to stop.

The boy named Xiaozheng came out from behind the counter with a bitter face, and while removing the seal on the front of the gashapon machine, he muttered: "I heard that it is still in the testing stage, I hope nothing will go wrong... I don't want to be caught again... What's the trouble?"

"Is there any difference between these two gashapon machines?" Ryoma asked.

"Well, in order to distinguish the needs of customers." Irie Masaichi introduced, "The pink one on the left is boyfriend-"

"Didn't you mean brother?" Ryoma questioned.

"Probably...girls want a brother who is like a lover?" Irie said, blushing slightly, scratching his cheek in a concealed manner, and then turned to the other side, "The purple one on the right is a functional brother."

"What is a functional type?"

"It's like a robot. It's for home use, and it's for the factory assembly line. The store manager thinks that customers may want to find an older brother to help them with housework or something..." Irie's voice became more vague, probably because he also felt that It's incredible.

"Oh." Ryoma nodded seriously, and immediately said, "I want a brother who can play tennis."

"Hey, wait," the red-haired boy yelled to stop with a confused look on his face, "The store manager also said that only elementary school students can buy brother gashapons, you—"

"I am." She said without thinking.

Irie looked at her appearance, hesitated for a moment, and nodded: "Okay then, wait for me to revise the order."

998 yen is exchanged for a gold coin, which is not too expensive.

Longma had no shortage of pocket money, so he touched his trouser pocket and found two [-] coins.

Two pairs of eyes watched the button being photographed together, there was a bang bang sound, and after a while, a blue gashapon fell out of the delivery port.Ryoma picked it up and looked at it, then raised his eyebrows: "What, it looks very ordinary."

"When you get back, open the gashapon and soak it in a bathtub filled with hot water. After one night, it will be fine." Irie introduced how to use it, "Remember, you must not peek in the middle, you know?"

Ryoma wrote it down, stuffed the gashapon into his pocket, and prepared to say goodbye.After walking two steps towards the elevator, she stopped again and called Irijiang Zhengyi.

"that……"

"Anything else?"

Ryoma looked at the curtain: "She, is there any trouble?"

"It's a bit troublesome." Irie Masaichi's expression also changed slightly, but he quickly managed to squeeze out a smile, "In terms you can understand, she suddenly wants to inherit a family business worth billions, but she doesn't want to .”

"Oh, it does sound like a very nerve-wracking problem." Ryoma said blankly.