must love tennis

As a result, by the end of the day, Ryoma hadn't figured out what the intentions of the two ministers were.She even suspected that even Oishi didn't quite know what Tezuka wanted to do—or, he just had a vague guess.

Come to think of it, he seems to have always been like this.

Ryoma still remembered that the last time Tezuka asked him to play tennis, it was obviously to correct her attitude, but he didn't say anything clearly, just looked at her like that, waiting for her to wake up.However, unexpectedly useful.

What is this fishing for?

Well, the Kanto competition is coming soon, and they met Bingdi again in advance, are they trying to remind her to keep calm and not be too hot-blooded?

It also seems that this is not necessary.

Ryoma lost his mind again.

It is no surprise that she often wanders off and dozes off in serious culture classes, and now it is time for leisure home economics classes.Horio, who was in the same group, saw it, and could only sigh, and raised his elbow to push her.

"Hey, is your flour ready to be stirred?"

Longma looked down and couldn't help frowning. After thinking for two seconds, he asked, "If I put the eggs in ahead of time... will there be any problems?"

Horio: "..."

He scratched his hair, threw down the tin foil in his hand, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Forget it, let me do this!"

Horio waved his hand chicly, taking everything in his hands—10 minutes ago, he was very disgusted with the work of mixing batter, but after seeing Ryoma's performance, he quickly changed his mind.

"Go wash your hands first, and tidy up these ingredients."

"Oh."

Ryoma looked at the flour in his hands, and some spilled on his sleeves and apron, which looked horrible.In this kind of field that she is not good at, she will never be brave, and she will give up quite simply. She obediently responded, then took two steps back to make room for Horio, and turned on the faucet to deal with the flour on her wrists and arms.

"Echizen, don't you have any idea about these things?" Horio couldn't help muttering while busy working, "Did you have home economics classes in elementary school?"

"I haven't," she replied.

Horio looked sideways.

He doesn't understand the educational mechanism of American primary schools. Besides, from Ryoma's words, it is difficult to judge whether such interest courses are not set up, or whether she has not participated because she simply has no interest. Let’s just say it! Seeing how you’ve been struggling, it’s really rare to see something you’re not good at for the first time…”

"You are very skilled."

"Of course." Horio said, feeling complacent and raising his chin, but within half a second it drooped down in frustration, "Actually, it's because I don't have an older sister in my family, and my older brother never takes care of housework, so ...I have no choice but to come."

Ugh, so true.

Ryoma looked around. In this huge home economics classroom, apart from her, there were really not many people who were completely helpless, and they were all boys.

"You may not be familiar with it, let me tell you, in China, girls are generally proficient in cooking! Leaving aside homemade bento, for example, on Valentine's Day, the chocolate must be your own. If it is handmade, it will be very embarrassing if you don't get it out." Horio began to give her science popularization again.

"The so-called homemade chocolate," Ryoma said slowly. "Isn't it that after you buy ready-made chocolate in the supermarket, you melt it and make a new model?"

"Yeah, so it would be embarrassing." Horio sighed, "Oh, it's not easy being a girl, you must be ingenious..."

"Indeed." Ryoma nodded in agreement.

"But Echizen, you don't have to worry," Horio added, "Man, anyway, even if you can't do anything, no one will say anything."

"..."

Ryoma tilted his head and thought for a while, feeling that he was not objective.

For example, her brother Kazuya said a while ago that he wanted to learn how to cook, and within a few days, he came up with taiyaki that the whole family praised. Another example is the new brother Kanata, who is also very interested I joined the learning of cooking, and I was really quick to learn, and my cousin Nanako was envious of her skillful attitude.

As for herself...

Impossible, impossible in this lifetime.

On that very day, on the way home after school, Ryoma met Ryuzaki Sakurano as he passed the store.This is a model of "ingenious people". Every time she takes a cooking class, the teacher will praise her cakes by "inadvertently mentioning the excellent works of the same grade". In addition, her daily bento I also prepared it myself, which is quite rich.

At the moment, she is carrying a schoolbag, a box of desserts in one hand, and a ball bag in the other. She should have just come out of club activities, but there is no inseparable little friend beside her.

"I heard that you are about to start the game of the Capital Conference."

When Ryoma mentioned this, Sakura seemed to be very happy: "Well, the seniors in the department asked me if I would like to participate, but I think it may be far away now..."

Speaking of this, her speech speed slowed down, looking at her expression, there was a sense of melancholy and loss.

"Don't you want to try?" Ryoma asked.

"Ah." Sakura was stunned for a moment, and said, "I've only played for two months, so I'm not good enough."

"Didn't you say you defeated the seniors in the club?"

"Hmm..." She nodded a little embarrassedly, "Thanks to the last time I went out with you, I learned a lot and felt very useful."

"You have made great progress." Ryoma told the facts.

Guidance is one aspect. Although Sakurano does not have great talent, her hard work in practice is undeniable.With all that time spent, there is always something to pay off.

"It's, it's okay." Sakura didn't seem to have much joy of being praised, but became more and more melancholy, "Compared to Ryoma-kun, you..."

Well, it doesn't seem to compare.

Ryoma kindly kept silent.

Sakura didn't know if she noticed, and continued: "I've seen your training, it's really amazing! Compared with it, the women's tennis team is much easier, and the overall level of strength is also... Of course, the regular players The selection is not that difficult, so someone like me who has only learned tennis for more than two months can be commented by the seniors as 'playing well'."

Ryoma listened silently.

The atmosphere of men's tennis is full of challenges and competition. Everyone is discussing the school-level league. Ordinary players are looking forward to the day when they become the top picks and train hard for this moment.And women's tennis... more like a pure extracurricular hobby.

Is there such a big gap between boys and girls?

She was a little confused.As far as she knows, even women's tennis is full of spectatorship and competition in the world's professional competitions, rather than a gathering place for vases.But, by my side...

"After all, rather than discussing how to play tennis, everyone is more interested in exchanging the method of making chocolate and the skills of macarons with different flavors—" Sakura said here, paused slightly, and her face was a little red, "Actually, I I also think cooking will be easier.”

Ryoma: "..."

Then I might be a different kind.

"Is it really that simple?" she asked.

"Uh, maybe it's because I'm more familiar with it?" Sakura tilted her head and thought for a while, "I've been in touch with my grandma since I was very young, if I put the same time and interest in tennis...maybe it will be different? But I wasn't interested in tennis before."

She admitted this frankly, while carefully observing Ryoma's expression, seeing that she didn't have much reaction, she continued: "Is this probably the difference between boys and girls?"

"...No." Ryoma said suddenly.

"Huh?" Sakura was taken aback.

"I didn't like playing tennis at all before." Ryoma avoided her gaze and looked towards the other side of the busy street. "From a very young age, I was only teased by someone who forced me to pick up a tennis racket."

Bored and helpless, it's just because I'm too persistent that I foolishly persevere for a goal I want to defeat.

However, since when did this mood gradually change...

Ryoma couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

For a long while, neither of them spoke.Ying Nao looked at her thoughtfully, and asked after a long time, "What about now?"

"What about you?" Longma came back to his senses and asked.

Sakura hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Well, I also like tennis."

"So, you see," she said slowly, "there's no difference, it's not some inherent gender advantage."

Sakura was startled, and then gradually smiled.

"You're right." She nodded vigorously, then suddenly remembered something, lifted the box in her hand and shook it, and asked shyly, "Mr. Longma, do you want to try the newly made cake?"

"Thank you, but there's no need..." Ryoma paused, took a deep breath before saying, "However, if you have time, can you teach me?"

Sakura opened her eyes wide in surprise.

I have to admit that there is such a thing as talent.

After Ryoma brought home the finished product from the cooking class, he was watched by the crowd.

The most experienced cousin Nanako took out a magnifying glass, looked at it carefully, and expressed her opinion cautiously: "It should be edible."

"It's just that the appearance is not very good." Irijiang said.

"..."

Tokugawa didn't make any comments, just started with his hands, tore off a piece, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly. After a pause, his movements became even slower...

"How?" the others asked nervously.

"It's a bit salty." Tokugawa replied with the usual expression.

Ryoma let out a sigh of relief.

"Yes, great progress." Irie boasted, looking at Nanako inquiringly, "Is this a qualitative leap?"

"En!" Cousin nodded solemnly.

"..."

"Why did you want to learn how to make cakes on a whim?" Irie asked with a smile.

"Probably because I don't look too ugly in class." Nanako also laughed.

"..."

You have guessed it all, what else do you need to say.

Ryoma turned and walked away.

Probably because he was afraid of shocking her, after dinner, he came to knock on the door of the room.

Ryoma had already taken a bath and was lying on the bed in a daze. He didn't know what was urgent for him, so he opened the door to look, and couldn't help being stunned.

What caught my eyes was not Irie Kanata's smiling face, but...a huge saxophone.

Where is it?

With doubts in her eyes, she stepped aside, and Irie carried the saxophone into her room, explaining, "I bought it with the pocket money I earned from a part-time job."

You are making money too fast!

"Hmm, maybe the store manager trusts me more, and paid a little salary in advance."

"..." Another honest person deceived by acting skills?

Irie sat down at the desk by himself, put the saxophone on his lap, and assumed the posture of a caring big brother.

"Ryoma, is there something on your mind?"

"Ah? No."

"For example, because you are too nervous to compete with Bingdi?" He said slowly.

nervous?

Ryoma thought about it, probably a little bit.

The boy in front of him was wearing loose pajamas. I don't know who picked it out. It was a fruit pattern that didn't fit his style of painting, and it looked a little funny.He didn't care much about it himself, the collar loosely opened two buttons, exposing a small piece of skin below the collarbone.

Fortunately, what he was facing was a child of Ryoma's age, and he didn't see anything after watching it for a long time. If it were in the place where he worked, it would probably make many girls linger.

Irie smiled slightly and asked her, "Do you want to listen to any music?"

"I don't quite understand." Ryoma said frankly.

The only music she is familiar with is a few Mozart pieces she heard as a child, and she doesn't remember the name, but it still works well as a lullaby before going to bed.

Irie thought for a while and made his own decision: "Then let's do this."

His lips were close to the mouthpiece, the brass pipe vibrated slightly, and just now there was a long hum, Ryoma asked inappropriately: "What is it?"

"Babylon River, have you heard of it?"

She shook her head.

"Then listen to it." Irie said calmly, "I just learned it, and I don't know anything else."

"..."

Isn't this a no choice!