must love tennis

Probably a little too excited.

The day before, I suffered from back pain from practicing, so I slept well at night and slept until dawn.The sun was shining brightly outside, and the sound of cicadas continued, and the overly hot air seemed to be tainted with a drowsy atmosphere.

Ryoma yawned.

"What's wrong with the shoulder?" Kanata Irie, who was across the table, had excellent eyesight, and instantly saw through the unnaturalness in her movements.

"Well, yesterday..."

Ryoma recalls.For a while, my thoughts were complicated, and I just felt that it was hard to say.

"A mid-term assessment for kendo?" Irie asked.

She nodded slowly.

It seemed that the result was unsatisfactory, so he entered Jiang's heart, smiled slightly, stopped asking the bottom line, and took a sip of hot tea.

This is not surprising, how can an "apprentice" who has only been in contact with it for a few months compare to a master at the national championship level?

But... didn't you wear protective gear?

"I was too excited, I accidentally twisted it." Long Ma said reluctantly.

Thinking about that time, she suddenly staggered and fell to the ground, so frightened that Sanada's immovable expression changed, thinking that she accidentally hit too hard and killed her.

Just before calling the ambulance, Sanada calmed down and checked her, only to find out that she did not swing the knife properly and twisted her shoulder, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not dislocated, is it?" He almost subconsciously said "Take off your clothes, I'll take a look", and suddenly remembered that he was not facing any other rough boy in the gymnasium, so he swallowed it back urgently. A face became even darker.

"Too slack!"

Irie was very surprised, and took a look at Ryoma: "Your motor nerves are so good, so you can't make such a low-level mistake?"

Ryoma thought the same way, and buried himself in his breakfast sullenly.

Not long after, Nanjiro stretched his waist and pushed the door open, his eyes swept over: "Hey, boys and girls, you got up so early? Today is Sunday, are you going to club training again?"

The second half of the sentence was addressed to Ryoma, but it was Irie who answered solemnly: "Well, I'm going to work."

Anyway, staying at home is boring, and the gastronomy brother doesn't need to study. This decision makes Nanjiro very satisfied: no one at home will disturb him to read pornographic books anymore!

Everyone knows his little thoughts, Longma secretly rolled his eyes, put down his chopsticks, and stood up: "I'm going out."

It was rare that she didn't bring her tennis bag, which surprised Minami, and blurted out, "Are you going on a date?"

Ryoma, who was already putting on his shoes at the entrance, paused, and even hesitated when answering.

"That's it."

"Is it?!" Nanjiro's voice immediately raised his voice, but Ryoma had already seized the opportunity and slipped away without looking back.He turned around worryingly, and sighed with Irie: "Oh, adolescent girl, I can't control it anymore."

Seeing his calm face, Irie Souda was aimlessly stirring the remaining fried rice with eggs in the bowl with chopsticks.

"It should be going out with the seniors in the club."

"Without a tennis racket?" Nanjiro couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Maybe there is another purpose." He held his chin and smiled, "I heard that in the draw of the Kanto Contest, Qing Xue collided with Bingdi in the first round? It was a bad fight. I guess it needs some special training. Bar."

Is it some kind of unique practice?

At first, Ryoma also guessed so, but quickly overturned this idea.

At this moment, she was sitting on a rock by the stream, with a fishing rod at her feet.In front of you is the gurgling mountain stream, conveying a rare coolness in this scorching hot summer, soothing the restless heart, and the dense branches and leaves above the head also block the scorching sun, which is quite comfortable. If you close your eyes, you can probably feel it at any time go to sleep.

But Ryoma really didn't understand the point of sitting here for an hour—and, judging by the current situation, it was very likely that he would continue to sit.

Fishing is really a debilitating sport.

If it can be called a sport.

Ryoma persisted in a daze for another 5 minutes. The buoy hardly moved on the surface of fine lines—except for its natural acceptance in the running water—finally, she lost her last patience and turned her head to the one beside her. Tezuka.

That is, the initiator of today's fishing activity.

It's an "event", but it's not true. Only she, Minister Tezuka, and Deputy Minister Oishi who seems to be worried about following are present.

To put it simply, this is not a club activity of the tennis club, but more like an invitation on a whim.

Under her gaze, Tezuka never looked sideways, and his expression didn't change at all.Facing that resolute and calm face, Ryoma finally didn't say anything, and turned his head silently.

What kind of perseverance is it to wait so patiently for a fish that does not know when it will take the bait?Both Ryoma and Dashi felt incredible about this.

And they can only look at their fishing rods stupidly, calculating how much time is left before the sun sets.

Maybe...a punishment?

Ryoma thought again.

I went to Kanagawa with my seniors, but I left without saying goodbye halfway. I was addicted to cutting people with knives, and I twisted my shoulder... Fortunately, the minister only knows the front part. Injured, most will be more angry.

Thinking of this, she became more and more guilty, and unconsciously corrected her sitting posture a lot, looking forward.

hum.

The fishing line trembled slightly.Ryoma suddenly came back to his senses and looked at his hand.No, her hands were not shaking, let alone touching the fishing rod, so it was——

"Hooked!" On the side, Dashi, who had been sleepy for a long time, was also excited, excited, and did not forget to lower his voice, reminding her to take up the line in a low voice.

it is good!

Ryoma was gearing up, reaching out to grab the fishing rod, and habitually used the clapping gesture.After finally holding it, she found that the fishing rod was heavier than she expected—strange, she didn’t feel this way before she took the bait—so she had to add her left hand and use both hands to exert strength.

"Okay... so heavy!"

She was slightly taken aback, then gritted her teeth, put all her strength into grabbing the fishing rod and pulled it back, finally lifting the hook up, but her foot slipped and her body suddenly lost her balance.

"Be careful!" Dashi couldn't help exclaiming.

He also saw that Ryoma was struggling a bit, and was about to come over to help, but he forgot that her stubborn nature would not take the initiative to ask for help. The result of this self-reliance was that when the fish in the stream were thrown ashore, she was welcoming Rush across the water.

The water is not deep, and it is summer now, even in the mountains, it will not be so cold that people catch a cold.But if you just fell into the water and got your clothes wet, it would be a bit troublesome if you couldn't go to the village or shop.

Dashi had a bad heart, and hurriedly stretched out his hand, but only brushed against Ryoma's collar, scratching in vain, and couldn't help but close his eyes, waiting for the scene of splashing water.

While waiting for himself to become a drowned chicken, Ryoma didn't want to give up struggling, tried hard to regain his balance, and waved his arms indiscriminately, unexpectedly, he really grabbed the straw.

First, her fingertips touched something, and then she was held by the backhand. The body that was rushing towards the stream unstoppably was immediately resisted, but it was difficult to stop for a while.

Ryoma's foot had already stepped into the cobblestone-strewn water, splashing countless water splashes, but at least his upper body didn't fall headlong into it.Thanks to the life-saving straw, she was pulled by this force and turned around. She was originally facing the stream, but now she stepped into the water with her back turned, and even pulled the straw. Both of them were almost killed.

Oishi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, Tezuka was still quick to react, but...

They all looked at Ryoma, although the water was very shallow, just above her knees, but the shorts were all wet, and even the top was splashed with water, which was slowly seeping into the inner layer of the clothes.

Longma stood in the water in a daze, and sneezed for a while.

Tezuka's expression was slightly stiff, and he let go of her wrist, motioning for her to come up first.

"Hiss..." Longma couldn't help but sucked in a cold breath as he floated to the shore.Because it happened so suddenly, she didn't feel anything when she stepped into the water. Now when the wind blows, she only feels her hairs stand on end, and the cold air in the stream almost penetrates into her bones.

Also, this wet place...

so awkward.

Without saying a word, Dashi lifted up the coat that was on the side of the stone, then wrapped it around her waist and tied it in a knot.

"This is terrible." He scratched his hair and looked at Tezuka with some distress, "And this fish—?"

The caught grass carp was full of weight, bouncing on the ground alive and kicking, slapping the water drops.

"I can only go back first." Tezuka made a final decision.

So he tidied up his tackle, threw the fish into the bucket, and counting the few he'd caught earlier—which, to both of them's shame, belonged to Tezuka—the catch turned out to be pretty good.

Ryoma couldn't hold back: "Actually, if you fished directly into the water with a fishing net, you would have caught a lot already."

"Fishing tests patience." Dashi said in a thoughtful tone, but in fact he didn't have the confidence in his heart, "Uh... right, Tezuka?"

Tezuka glanced at them and shook his head: "The water is cold, so it's easy to get sick."

That's true.Longma stuck out his tongue, thought for a while, and asked seriously, "Can we go grill the fish now?"

"That's fine." Dashi nodded.This time, perhaps because of his experience in living in the wild, his reaction was much more sophisticated, "Your clothes need to be dried—hey, take them off first!"

Ryoma: "..."

Dashi didn't think so much.Before coming, they had already prepared the tools for barbecue, and at this moment he was busy setting up the charcoal and preparing to light the fire.

Ryoma had no choice but to turn his eyes to Tezuka for help.

But this time, Tezuka didn't seem to be able to think of any solution, coughed lightly, and looked away: "Put on your coat first."

Then is it vacuum inside!

Ryoma frowned, and looked at Oishi again. He was studying lighters with his back turned to this side. Looking back, Tezuka had already turned around quite consciously, unzipped the zipper, and handed over his coat.

"..."

How can this be done?

She had no choice but to bite the bullet and take it. Under the cover of a loose coat that was a few sizes too big, she quickly took off the T-shirt, put on the coat, pulled the zipper to the neck in one go, and continued to take it off awkwardly. Shorts and socks.

It still seems a little bit cold.

Ryoma hesitated for a moment, then tightened the coat around her waist again—it was like wearing a skirt for a long time, she tried to comfort herself in this way, but standing on the cobblestone with bare legs and bare feet still felt uncomfortable. It gave her the illusion of standing naked in front of two opposite sexes without any clothes on.

Tezuka glanced at her, then turned away calmly, and silently sorted out the condiments.

But Dashi was still unaware. After setting up the brackets, he was relieved, wiped his sweat, turned around, took Ryoma's clothes and put them on the fire to roast, and said: "If it's cold, get closer. Very warm."

Ryoma didn't make a sound, and quietly moved a few steps towards the raised bonfire, his eyes didn't know where to put it, and he was at a loss.

Dashi finished his busy work and was sweating from the heat. He sat down on the rock and said, "Echizen, come here too."

No, she dared not move.

Afraid of being exposed.

——Although there is nothing to see.But if he sees the underwear, wouldn't he reveal his identity?

Seeing Ryoma's stiff expression and pale lips, Dashi's expression became more concerned: "Is it cold?"

"No..." On the contrary, wearing a long-sleeved coat in summer and roasting by the fire, she was a little hot.

Dashi looked down and looked at the pair of thighs exposed at the hem of the coat. Compared with boys of the same age, they were too white and too thin.

He blushed inexplicably, patted his cheeks quickly, and coughed a few times forcefully.

Strange, what are you thinking about your own juniors!