must love tennis

Tokugawa soon discovered that this brat was not a person who could keep quiet for a few seconds at all.

Just walking around next to the tennis court attracted a few high school students.This physique is really helpless.

Ryoma rolled up his sleeves and said it, and soon realized that not every high school student has the terrifying strength of Kazuya Tokugawa-to be precise, many of them are not as good as her elementary school student, and they can play tricks and play tricks.

Just as a warm up.

"Let's make a quick decision." Tokugawa couldn't stand it any longer, and said out loud.

Those on the opposite side were really amateurs, but after all, they were tall high school students, and the little girl was too arrogant, so getting involved with them too much is not a good thing.

"Yeah." Ryoma responded, and looked up to the side of the court, "I want to drink juice."

Tokugawa nodded slightly.

Seeing that the overwhelming game was coming to an end, he didn't think too much about it. He happened to be a little thirsty, so he turned around and went to a nearby vending machine to buy a drink.

Tokugawa didn't expect that something would happen after he left for only a few minutes.

He saw the ponytail girl he had met at the station standing in front of his kid from a distance, blushing with anger: "You guys will bully people like this?"

Ryoma picked up his ball cap, raised his arm and wiped the dust off his face with his sleeve. The girl turned around again and took out a handkerchief nervously, trying to hand it to her.

"Are you all right? Is there any bleeding?"

"No." She said nonchalantly, but her eyes turned cold, she avoided the girl's outstretched hand, and stood up by herself.She never liked to trouble others, and she didn't think that the other party had the ability to help her at this time, so she said, "You don't need to trouble me, I can take care of it."

That look was clearly seen by the high school student opposite, the original anger was almost vented, and he was instantly irritated again.

"You kid, really—" He gritted his teeth, and suddenly made a gesture to charge up, even clenching his fists.

"Be careful!" The strange girl exclaimed.

What are you careful about?Long Ma really wanted to ask her, he was a little dumbfounded, wasn't it you who stood in front of me?

It was quite safe for her to be blocked behind, but the girl was so stupid that she didn't think to hide, she just closed her eyes subconsciously. Unexpectedly, the high school student was blocked just as soon as she raised her arm.

It's just playing tennis, why are there so many onlookers.Ryoma sighed.

"You!" The high school student widened his eyes.

The grip on his wrist was so strong that he couldn't move.who is it?Before the messenger of justice could speak, his companion spoke first, with a bright and clear voice: "Please stop."

"Varied--"

"Tennis rackets are not tools to hurt people." The boy paused, "Don't go too far, so many people are watching."

A few middle school students who suddenly appeared on the sidelines of the court were wearing what looked like team uniforms. The blue and white logo seemed to hurt the eyes of the high school students at that moment, causing their expressions to change.

"Sasaki...forget it." The high school student in the back suddenly lost his temper, couldn't help but grabbed his friend's clothes, and signaled with his eyes, "They are from Qingxue."

The famous Youth Academy tennis team?It's fine to be someone else who does good things, that's really a group of people that can't be messed with.

Sasaki's expression also froze, and he suddenly became quite self-aware. He withdrew his hand and took a few steps back, his face turned blue and white, "you" and "I" couldn't say complete words for a long time, and finally pretended He snorted calmly: "Little rascal, you're lucky, I'll let you go this time."

After throwing harsh words at Ryoma, Sasaki retreated quickly, turned his head and ran away with those people, staggering, and he could tell how embarrassed he was.

let go?Longma snorted lightly: "Seeing that I'm about to lose, I want to run away. It's a good deal for you."

The distant figure swayed for a while, probably because he heard it, but he continued to escape firmly without turning his head.

"Hey, you are really..." One of the troublemakers was a little amused, and couldn't help saying, "Your temper..."

The kind boy didn't know how to comment, and turned into a sigh of emotion.

It wasn't the first time Ryoma was said so, so he didn't take it seriously, straightened his cap and put it back on.Anyway, let's say thank you, she was thinking so, when she raised her head, she met the cold and sharp eyes behind the glasses.

This feeling……

She was startled.

That was the one who restrained Sasaki's intentions with one hand, and at this moment, Ryoma couldn't help but suspect that what stopped Sasaki was not his movements, but his aura.

Confirmed the eyes, it is the breath of the strong.

"Echizen Ryoma?" The man asked suddenly.

The voice is also quite cool.After Tokugawa, it's like these days the whole world is suddenly mass-producing this cool dude type.

"Hey, so your name is..." This name.

The girl with the ponytail turned her head subconsciously, and her eyes fell on the ball bag that Ryoma put on the sidelines.It was indeed the name sewn onto the label.

"Hey, it's you!" Another boy was pleasantly surprised, and turned to look at his friend inquiringly, "Tezuka, isn't that what Coach Ryuzaki said—"

The junior high school student called Tezuka nodded slightly and walked over suddenly.Ryoma turned slightly, watched him pass by, and bent down to pick up the tennis racket on the ground.

"Do you know that person?" Tezuka asked.

Ryoma shook his head, but after being scanned by his eyes, he suddenly felt that he was being watched by the discipline committee member, and the words changed into: "I will find a chance to return it to him."

"Yeah." The other handed the tennis racket to her hand conveniently, and didn't say anything else.

"Then we'll see you later." His friend said goodbye to them with a smile, then hurriedly turned and left following the footsteps of his companions.

Ryoma packed his things and was about to leave when he found the girl with the ponytail still in a daze, wondering what to think.

The eyes of the two met again, and the girl finally said suddenly: "So, you are the 'little prince' that grandma said!"

...What is this called?

Could it be called Xiao Gongju?

"Uh, well, I don't know what you said—" Ryoma couldn't help but took a step back, and then the back of his head touched his solid chest.She raised her head, and what caught her eyes was Tokugawa's expressionless face.

"Give you."

He held a bottle of grape juice in his hand, not the Fanta that Ryoma used to drink.

Seeing her slightly disappointed eyes, Tokugawa said unmoved: "It's not good to drink carbonated drinks just after exercising."

"……Oh."

Ryoma turned his head again and found that the girl was about to leave, so he called out, "Hi."

"Huh?" The girl looked over, her eyelashes flickering, and she looked flattered.

"You all seem to know me." She said slowly, "Am I famous?"

"Really?" The girl scratched her cheek embarrassingly, "Because my grandma said that there is a very powerful tennis genius who came back from the United States."

grandmother?

Name Ryugasaki?Longma frowned and thought about it, but he didn't remember... Did the old man mention it?By the way, when he was studying, he seemed to have a coach.Is it called this name?

It's from Youth Academy...

"My name is Sakurano, Ryuzaki Sakurano." The girl whispered again.

Ok?

"If there is a chance, we will meet again." After the other party finished speaking, he blushed shyly again, turned his head and ran away.

Ryoma recovered from his contemplation and found that Tokugawa was looking at him seriously.Although he is usually very serious, it seems to be more different now.

"Are you going to join Qingxue's men's tennis team?" he asked.

"That's right." Ryoma nodded of course.

To put it bluntly, among her peers, there was nothing that could become her opponent.It was the same in the United States, but it was just a matter of trouble pretending to be a boy. For a more challenging opponent, she didn't mind the trouble.

Tokugawa thought for a while: "Alright. But, what is your goal?"

"Beat you, and then beat my dad." She replied without thinking.

"Is that so..." Tokugawa thought thoughtfully.His eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

Long Ma looked at the sky and saw that it was still early, so he suggested: "Play with me for a while."

"it is good."

Ryuzaki Sakura sat in the car on the return journey, staring out the window in a daze.

"What are you thinking?" Coach Ryuzaki who was driving asked her with a smile.

Boys who can play tennis now are so handsome.But Sakura couldn't say such words. She recalled the "boy" she met today and the two regular players in Qingxue uniforms, and couldn't help asking: "Will he come to Qingxue? That, Mr. Longma..."

"Yes." Sumire Ryuzaki said with certainty, and couldn't help but think, that little girl is pretty good at acting cool to attract girls.Then, she asked again, "Why, have you taken a fancy to him?"

I was thinking about reminding my granddaughter a few words, but I saw Ying Nao thoughtfully: "I think he is very powerful. However, there is a feeling of needing protection. This is the first time I have seen such a contradictory person... ..."

Um?Protect? ?

Ryuzaki was stunned, and asked incredulously, "You mean Echizen Ryoma?"

That arrogant little girl still needs protection?What kind of terrible filter is this?

It was the first time she had impressed her shy granddaughter so much.

Ryuzaki Sakura didn't say anything, but she was thinking about what happened that day, and gradually came up with the idea of ​​learning tennis.Although she was always laughed at by grandma for being too thin to lift a racket, she doesn't think so now.

That boy named Ryoma was about the same height and not much stronger than him, so he still fought hard?

Should have the same strength as the school team's regular selection!

After a few days, Ryuzaki Sakurano, who was promoted to the Junior High School of Youth Academy, heard this familiar name from his classmates again.

Labeled countless by gossip people, he became a celebrity on campus as soon as he entered school. Is it because of the aura of "returning to the United States" or is he really so ostentatious?

When they met again, Sakura was preparing to go to the women's tennis club to submit an application for admission, when Ryoma and Ryoma ran into each other in the corridor.She was accompanied by a chattering boy.

Sakura followed them silently, but Ryoma still didn't recognize her, which made her a little disappointed.It was the boy who noticed it, turned his head and asked, "Seeing that you are wearing a tennis racket, are you also going to join the tennis club?"

Sakura nodded quickly, and finally met Ryoma's eyes: "Next, good afternoon, Ryoma-kun."

She looked a little dazed.

"Have we met?" Ryoma stared at her braid for a while, and finally realized, "Oh, it's you."

"Hey, do you know each other? My name is Satoshi Horio, and I'm in Echizen's classmate. Which class are you in? Is the women's tennis club also in this direction? Great, we can work together—" Horio said enthusiastically and eloquently with.

Ryoma stopped suddenly: "Is this the direction?"

"It seems to be?" Sakura hesitated a little.She remembered that she pointed them in the wrong direction last time. Although the other party didn't mention it at all later, she was still embarrassed.

"Is that so? Didn't you say you were here when you met that senior just now?" Horio-san scratched his head.

"I'm a little skeptical." Ryoma said slowly, and turned around after thinking for a while, "I'll go here to have a look."

"Eh? Wait? Echizen, you..." Horio wanted to stop her, but to no avail, he exchanged glances with Sakurano and followed.

After walking for a while, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and I saw the eye-catching fence net from a distance.

"Senior actually lied to us!" Horio thumped his palm violently, heartbroken. "As expected of Echizen, it's your wit."

"It's just a lesson learned from the past." Ryoma said calmly, seemingly unintentionally glanced at Sakura.

She immediately covered her face: "Then... I'll go first."

The women's tennis team was next door, and they eventually parted ways anyway.Horio looked at Sakurano's back, turned around and asked in confusion, "Your girlfriend?"

"No."

"That's your fan." Horio asserted. "I really envy you, you are so popular even before you entered the tennis club—"

"What does playing tennis have to do with popularity?" Ryoma asked rhetorically.

Horio choked and coughed: "Although that's what I said... Hey, you bastard! Don't be so heartless."

"Oh? A popular little prince?" A playful voice interrupted.

Horio's voice stopped abruptly.

While talking, they had already arrived at the tennis court. The tall boy leaning against the guardrail was the guy who showed them the way in the teaching building before?

"It's you!...Uh, hello senior." Horio was a little annoyed at the thought of being teased, but due to his status, he still greeted him honestly.Ryoma, on the other hand, stood there with no understanding of Japanese culture, and was still looking at the tennis court as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, let's talk about you." The senior of the second grader couldn't help but waved his hand in front of Ryoma, and said amusedly, "Are the first graders now so rude?"

Ryoma looked back and blinked: "Oh, sorry, I don't know who you are calling."

She doesn't know what a popular little prince is.

"Tsk tsk." The senior gave her a meaningful look and sighed, "You have a temper. I heard that you are very good, why don't we fight?"

"Okay." Ryoma didn't care.

"Oh, by the way, what's your name?"

Ryoma raised his eyebrows and looked at him. Before she could speak, the other party took the initiative to speak first, and smiled: "I know, I should introduce myself first, right? I am a second-year student, Takeshi Momoshiro. How about it? Have you challenged yet?"