must love tennis

If you want to advance to the national competition, in addition to the semi-finals of the Kanto Conference, as long as you win the first game and enter the quarter-finals, even if you lose, you still have the opportunity to compete for the last two spots.

Right now, the Ice Emperor has stopped in the first round of the Kanto Competition and missed the National Competition.For them, this summer is over as soon as it begins.It's a pity, but competitive sports are brutal.

Under such a blow, Atobe actually asked himself to fulfill the bet? ?

In summary, Ryoma has some doubts about Atobe's motives.

Before speaking, it can be interpreted as provocative, provocative, or too confident.what about now? —Could it be!In the name of dating, trying to trick her into putting on a sack?

Ryoma thought about this possibility seriously.

Uh……

It seems possible.

The first singles was a very difficult game for both sides - psychological pressure on one side and physical constraints on the other side - no matter what, victory is victory, and all Ice Emperor members are encouraged, Morale is high.

Atobe's arrogance prevented her from showing the slightest smug joy after winning such a victory, but there is no doubt that in his heart, victory is the most important thing.

Then, the second-year reserve they sent was defeated by one of her first-year freshmen.

Straightforward and merciless.

Who can feel good about being ruined by a little guy who didn't look down on him before?

Well, maybe being strong is also a fault.

Ryoma sighed, and then, out of consideration for his own safety, he asked sincerely: "Can I not go?"

"I'll pick you up at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, don't oversleep." The head said without any rejection, and hung up the phone without giving her any room to bargain.

"..."

Ryoma stared at the blacked-out phone screen and was stunned for a while.

Tokugawa went downstairs to pour water, just as he saw her sitting cross-legged on the sofa imitating a meditator, he asked casually, "Whose phone is that?"

There's a dude trying to hang out with your sister.

How to do it well?

Irie came out of the kitchen with milk in his hand, and joined in the fun: "Is it a senior from the club? Or—"

Having said that, he blinked his left eye.

"Where's the boy you secretly met outside?"

"..."

Eh, how should I put it, be it.

Ryoma thought for a while, and decided to ask their opinions: "Suppose, a defeated general invites you out to play... What do you think he means? Does this seem to be a sign of affection? Could it be—"

In fact, you want to teach you a lesson while no one is around?

"A defeated general?"

Irie raised his eyebrows, and then exchanged a glance with Tokugawa.

The latter frowned slightly, as if he was a little displeased, but before he could say anything, Irie took a step ahead, and saw him resting his chin on one hand, meditating, and speaking unhurriedly: "Maybe, this is masochism. "

...? ?

Tokugawa turned his head in astonishment, Irie pressed his shoulders calmly, and analyzed seriously: "Actually, this is a very normal reaction."

Ryoma: "...huh?"

"Men are creatures with excess self-esteem." Irie continued.

Tokugawa looked sideways: "Can I leave out the map cannon?"

This definition sums it all up for you!

"So, people who are too proud will have a special interest in those who can defeat themselves."

"You've watched too many TV shows."

Irie still ignored it: "The so-called do not know each other without fighting, many love and hatred start from a fight~"

Has love and hatred come out?

"Then," Ryoma asked again, "should I go tomorrow?"

"I don't think this is too—" Tokugawa cleared his throat solemnly, but was interrupted by Irie after speaking halfway.

"Since you have promised, you must fulfill your promise, right?"

No, to be honest she didn't promise...

Early the next morning——looking at the height of the sun, it seemed that it was not very early, but for Ryoma, this was not the right time to get up.

She lay on the pillow and struggled for a while, when she heard a movement downstairs that she couldn't ignore, her mind was still very sleepy, and it took her a long time to successfully fight against the sheets, and she rolled off the bed.

Nanjiro and Rinko went shopping and were not at home, and the two older brothers also went to work as usual.

When Ryoma was wearing pajamas with bear biscuit pattern and came out yawning to open the door for Atobu, the other party's expression was indescribable.

It's the weekend, and it's a "date" as promised. The Ice Emperor Minister finally abandoned their gray uniforms and changed into casual uniforms, including a midnight blue shirt and a vest. There is also a gemstone brooch pinned on it, which looks very, full of... a lady... no, it is the demeanor of a young master.

The young master condescendingly waited outside the door for so long, and seemed a little impatient. However, the moment the master came to open the door, his eyes still brightened.

"Little ghost, your taste is really..." Atobe was amazed, and couldn't help asking suspiciously, "Did you choose this yourself, or was it chosen by your order?"

There was some sarcasm in this, Ryoma still acted nonchalantly, and asked, "Aren't you hot?"

"I didn't let you take a walk in the sun." Atobe replied, not stopping the thought of exploring, looking up and down, his eyes became more meaningful.

"...Wait a moment," Ryoma said slowly, taking a step back to make way for him, "Come in and sit down first?"

Ryoma wore that playful pajamas, went back upstairs to change, and went downstairs after washing.

The family went out early and did not leave breakfast for her.At this time, Atobe was sitting at the dining table and fiddling with his mobile phone. His inseparable big partner stood aside, loyal and silent, tall and reliable, completely unaware that he almost broke his hand for the game the day before.

Hearing her coming downstairs, Atobu pointed at the table without raising his head.

"Eat whatever you want first, to fill your stomach."

Longma looked over, and there was a paper box in a plastic bag marked with a delicate English logo in cursive, probably produced by a bakery that makes cakes and snacks.

Although he is a very machismo guy, she didn't expect to have such a careful side, which surprised her a little.In her own home, she pulled out a chair and sat down, accepting the kindness unceremoniously.

"Thank you."

...Although she prefers Japanese breakfast, her EQ is not low enough to spoil the atmosphere at this time.

Atobe added: "Huadi prepared it. Anyway, I don't know what you girls like to eat."

Very arrogant tone, but this explanation is superfluous, on the contrary, it seems to be eager to get rid of the relationship.

A little suspicious.

Could it be poison... er, or laxatives or something?

Ryoma raised his head and subconsciously looked at the big partner next to him.

Huadi was still the same, his eyes were as silent as stagnant water, and his expression was so dull that it made people feel like an old monk was in meditation and stepped through the void.He nodded slowly and said, "I picked the one for an hour."

Atobe: "I'm not, I haven't."

"??" Ryoma's eyes turned from side to side again, more puzzled.

Hua said expressionlessly, "Me."

Who is it!

Out of the corner of his eye, Ryoma caught a glimpse of the hesitant expression on Atobe's face... Alas, forget it.

She was really hungry, and she opened the box, which contained strawberry cheesecake.There are still strawberries in this season. It seems that the things in this store will not be cheap.

Ryoma took a sip, and immediately changed his mind: Very sincerely, Atobe and Huadi probably didn't come to beat her up.

She was eating happily on one side of the dining table, and on the other side, Atobe was still looking at her mobile phone, leaning on the edge of the table with one hand, leaning sideways on the back of the chair, swiping the screen with one hand, with a serious look on her face, reminiscent of TV dramas Those CEOs who are so busy that they have to deal with work emails while eating.

Or, an old man who likes to watch the news at breakfast—like her dad.

Atobe finally put the lock screen of the phone upside down on the table, his expression seemed to be more serious.

Ryoma was chewing and swallowing the last piece of cake, wiped his mouth and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The jump card is recorded." Atobe replied with a frown.

"..."

Long Ma was in awe: Do you want to break the record even playing a mobile game!A man's self-esteem is really unfathomable.

Huadi: "..."

Is your focus not quite right?

But Birch decided to remain silent and be a stake.

When Atobe's attention shifted back from the phone, Ryoma also stood up and dumped the box into the trash.He looked at her back and curled his lips critically.

"I said little girl, since it's a date, don't you wear a skirt?"

skirt?

Ryoma turned around blankly.

"I haven't worn it in 800 years."

Atobe thought about her competition record in the United States: "...That's right."

"So there is no one at home." Ryoma added.

"It doesn't matter." Unexpectedly, Atobe just waved his hand, got up, and snapped his fingers, "Let's go, Huadi."

They went out one after the other, Ryoma watched from behind, and found that Atobe's mood did not seem to be in a bad mood.

At least, not immersed in the shadow of frustration.

She was still thinking about whether she should consider comforting the other party.

For example, um, "It's not that you guys played badly, it's just that we are stronger" or something... Think about it carefully, Bingdi is really unlucky.With their strength at the national level, and in the second half of the division, they are a team that can compete with Li Hai, who is known as the king, for the Kanto competition.

If it was said that Ryoma only thought that these guys in gray clothes were a group of arrogant guys, after yesterday's game, she had to admit that they were very good - of course, if Tezuka hadn't been injured, she still firmly believed in winning People are ministers.

There are a total of sixteen teams, and the top eight will be able to compete for a place in the rematch, but Bingdi falls in the first round - if they meet Qingxue later, even if they lose, they are absolutely confident that they will be able to compete in the remaining four teams. Li won the top two - if I had to say it, it was because they missed the seed position in the Metropolitan Assembly and gave Yamabuki an advantage.

Then I went further, it was because they were too confident and underestimated the enemy. They were eliminated by the dark horse of Fudo Peak, and had to go to the rematch to grab the promotion spot... In the end, as a non-seeded team, they drew a team that was not so good. Lucky to sign, had to fight to the death with Qingxue in advance.

Um, uh, wait, after all this calculation, they still figured it out by themselves!

But if he said this, Ryoma quietly looked at Atobe's expression and shook his head decisively.Alas, it seems that I am really not suitable for comforting people.

This guy doesn't know how many girls he has dated. The cars he drives out on the day off are all stretched luxury cars, with tables and drinks.Ryoma didn't touch the gaudy glass of soda, and stared at Atobe opposite him, feeling very uncomfortable and bored.

"What are you thinking?" Atobe asked.

Ryoma asked back, "Where are we going?"

Adolescent teenagers and girls, who hasn't imagined a date place?

Movie theaters, amusement parks, dessert houses in commercial streets...

They all seem to be good.

However, the target was Atobe. Not only was this guy very assertive, but he also looked like he was taking care of everything. He obviously didn't mean to ask her what he thought. I wonder if he had any plans?

Atobe glanced at her, looked at her sweatshirt and shorts, and looked at the tennis bag she always carried by her side, and said unhurriedly: "On the rest day, of course, don't be so full of thoughts. Tennis."

——So, they arrived at the stadium where the INTERHIGH basketball game was held.

The two college teams inside are vying for places in the final four.