must love tennis

61.

After the discomfort in the first two days of menstrual period, Ryoma quickly threw himself into intense training.

After Tezuka left the tennis club, Oishi, the acting deputy head, was a little nervous at first, but seeing everyone's worry-free and reliable side, he gradually calmed down and showed his usual smile.

dong dong.

Someone knocked twice on the bathroom door.

Ryoma turned his head, and then heard Fuji's soft voice: "Is it ready?"

"The door is unlocked," she replied, turning down the shower.

I was startled outside, then turned the doorknob and walked in: "Sorry, I left the amulet my sister gave me in the basket just now..."

As Fuji said, he saw Ryoma, who had changed into clean clothes, holding the shower in one hand, looking at himself quietly, hesitated for a moment, tilted his head and asked, "Are you here?"

Just to wash the blood away, I don't want to make it look like a murder scene.

Longma said without changing his expression, "Nothing."

Buer looked at her, her hair was still wet after washing, and the ends of her hair were wrapped in a towel on her shoulders, and her bright eyes seemed a little wet through the water vapor that hadn't dissipated.

He couldn't help coughing dryly, and suggested, "Are you going back, together?"

"Okay." Long Ma replied, pulled off the towel, wrapped it around his head, and rubbed it vigorously.

After walking out of the public bathroom, Ryoma stuffed the wet towel into the changing bag and stuffed it into his bag.

"Wait a minute, it will be fine soon."

"No hurry." Buer stopped and said, "It's windy at night, you should dry your hair first."

"Trouble..." she muttered, brushing aside a lock of wet hair that hung in front of her to block her view.

"There are still two games this weekend." Fuji reminded vaguely, "In your current situation, if you catch a cold, do you still want to play?"

This weekend is the semi-finals and semi-finals, which is also very important. It not only determines whether you can get the tickets to the national competition-compared with the more distant national competition, the Kanto championship in front of you is more tempting.

Qingxue spent a lot of money in the preliminary round.Tezuka went directly to Kyushu to recuperate, not to mention Kawamura, who fought with Huadi, had a hand injury. If she was also sick, the quota for the five games would not be enough.

Of course, she doesn't want to miss any games.

"Understood." Ryoma responded, propped up his knees and stood up straight, turned around to find the hair dryer.

Bu Er was indeed not in a hurry to leave. After successfully persuading him, he sat down on a bench beside him and picked up a novel to read.

The sky outside the studio window was rendered a stunning orange-red by the setting sun, and when it shone on him, it seemed that his soft short brown hair was also dyed with a halo.If it is seen by the girls outside, it will definitely cause screams again.

White shirt and black jacket are the standard equipment for the campus prince in everyone's mind.

The buzzing sound lasted for a long time, and finally stopped.Ryoma pulled out the plug and asked him, "Does Senior Fuji have the key?"

"Yeah." Hearing the sound, Fuji looked up, nodded and said, "Tezuka gave me his key."

"Oh..." She nodded, and was a little unhappy, "I thought he would give it to me."

When he first entered the club, Dashi said that the two keys of the studio room were kept by them.

One usually came first and took over the job of opening the door, while the other left late and was responsible for locking the door—in the past, this was generally the case, unless the staff had special circumstances and would leave the key out.

After the dragon horse arrived, he broke the record for leaving at the latest—of course, it was for the convenience of using the bathroom.Compared with the two, Dashi is easier to hide, but he is responsible for opening the door in the morning, borrow the key from him, and get up early the next day, which is too difficult for Ryoma.

Later, Tezuka discovered her secret, and the problem was easily solved: he left the key before leaving, and returned it when Ryoma did his morning exercises the next day, perfect.

Now……

Ryoma raised his head and met Fuji's eyes.

The two stared at each other for a while, and the senior smiled slightly: "Anyway, I'm also an insider, aren't I?"

"But it's kind of weird."

"What's so strange?"

Ryoma wasn't bothered, and said frankly, "Senior Fuji doesn't seem like the kind of person who stays until the latest in club training."

"Huh?" He tilted his head, as if a little surprised or puzzled.

Ryoma paused for a moment, feeling that the statement just now might be a bit ambiguous, and thought for a while: "Because you are always at ease, looking very relaxed..."

"Really?" Fuji said softly, but the smile faded a lot.

"Well," she mumbled, "you're not a genius."

"Genius also needs hard work." The other party corrected, "What's more, in front of you, who dares to say that he is a genius?"

Speaking of the latter, the corners of his lips curled up again, revealing a smile, illuminated by the dim light, which was extraordinarily soft.

Seeing that he was not angry, Ryoma felt relieved: "Anyway, you are not usually like this."

"Well, so... I'm thinking about it." Fuji nodded slowly, "For the Kanto competition, everyone is doing their best, so how can I fall behind, right?"

He said it seriously, without the sense of joking in the past.Ryoma basically believed it, and looked at him with admiration: "Oh, that's it."

People who are called geniuses do have some capital.

Longma did not deny this.

She has also seen the unique ability before, and she is secretly looking forward to the day when she can compete seriously again. Whether such a person is a teammate or an opponent, if she can improve to a higher level...it is very exciting to think about it .

So she asked, "Do you want to practice with me?"

Just after coming out of the studio, the tennis court has been emptied, and the surrounding area is very quiet, but Fuer seems to be a little distracted, and said slowly, "Huh?"

He looked at her sideways, belatedly: "Do you want to fight with me?"

Having said that, Buer laughed again.

This is what acceptance means.

Ryoma nodded: "I can accompany you at any time."

"Let's wait two days. When you're in a good state." Buer pointed out something, and she curled her lips.

"It's fine now."

"No, what I mean is," he paused, "haven't you strengthened your physical training recently? And the amount of daily tasks in the club. If you want to fight me seriously, you won't Find it easy?"

This is true.

She thought, nodded: "Okay."

"In order not to affect the weekend game, let's go later." Fuji said, "If you can make it to the final, you can come to me anytime."

The two looked at each other, and they both had full confidence in Qingxue's promotion.

As for the finals after the promotion, it seems to have become another high-level contest, and the opponent is also the highest level BOSS, so it can be put on "later".

Reaching a consensus easily, Ryoma touched his empty stomach and offered to propose: "Go eat something?"

"Fast food? But it's inconvenient to drink cold drinks now, isn't it?" Fuji looked at her with a smile on his face, "Going forward, I heard from my classmates that there is a very popular coffee shop, go in and sit down sit down."

The direction he pointed was not very far, Ryoma nodded happily.

The coffee shop is located close to the commercial street, and as we get closer, there are gradually more pedestrians around us.Especially the jumping girls seem to have the same destination as theirs - the age range, from primary school students with pigtails to mature young ladies in college.

"The new little brother is so handsome!" They were chattering, and a few words fell into their ears naturally.

"Which type do you like, Xiaozhi?"

"Of course it's a mature man, mature!"

"Oh, I think a boy with a sweet and gentle mouth is more handsome."

……

It doesn't sound like going shopping, but more like playing an otome game.

Longma couldn't help slowing down, stretched out his index finger and poked the wrong senior's arm: "Recommended by a classmate?"

"It's a girl." Although Fuji was a little hesitant, he still didn't change his face, "So, my sister seems to have mentioned a little bit... so it's the same store?"

He said it himself, and looked a little surprised.

Long Ma was dubious: "You really never came?"

"No." He shook his head, then raised his chin to signal, "Here, it's over there."

Ryoma looked along, and it was at the corner of the intersection, with half of the signboard exposed.It is written in pink and blue circular fonts, which seem to be written in haiku, full of literary style.

In addition to groups of girls, there are also many couples, and students who are obviously mixed and matched from the same club.Ryoma quietly breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that unlike the one recommended by Fuji last time - brackets, only, reverse brackets - which is popular with women, this time the coffee shop is at least open to all employees.

"Well, according to their recommendation, this coffee latte art is very good, you can ask the waiter. There is also handmade ice cream - oh, that's fine." Fuji stopped outside the store and glanced roughly at the door The signboard puts it quite simply and neatly.

Ryoma had already pushed the door open and entered. With the crisp sound of wind chimes and the sweet greeting from the girl at the door, she looked up and saw the boy sitting under the flower trellis by the window.

With his eyes closed, the saxophone resting on his lap played in his hands. The gentle and long music lingered in the store, combined with the delicate sound of the wind chimes, it had a special taste.

"……what."

The dragon and horse stumbled.

Has this actor brother started to harm the ignorant teenagers outside?

"Hey, isn't that—Zu Togo?" Fuji stepped in after stepping in, and opened his eyes in surprise, apparently deeply impressed by that previous visit.

Longma glanced sideways: Did you call Shangge?so intimate?

"Your brother works here, don't you know?" Fuji threw back the same question she had asked before.

"I really don't know." She shook her head honestly, "I only heard that they found a part-time job, but they didn't tell me the specific information."

"Well, brother also has a secret." Fuji nodded and accepted the statement.

When he walked to the counter, Ryoma's expression became more and more serious.

Isn't this "little brother" wearing an apron entertaining the girls, Kazuya Tokugawa!It's really unexpected that with his indifferent face, he can be so attractive to the opposite sex.

"I see." Buer thoughtfully, and suddenly smiled, "This is what they call 'different types'."

Ryoma: "..."

It seems to be true.

Yet she was a little unable to look directly.

"Next." Tokugawa Kazuya withstood the molestation of several college students with firm ruthlessness, looked to the back of the queue, and then was startled.

"……elder brother."

The moment the two met their eyes, Ryoma opened his mouth and said.

Tokugawa's expression froze immediately.

"You...how did you come back here?" He struggled to mobilize his language skills, but his voice trembled slightly, revealing his inner unrest.

Not only is it not calm, it is simply a stormy sea, okay?

When did Ryoma call him "brother"?

She has always been an unsigned gastronomy, she seems to have some kind of complex about it, and usually just uses ordinary honorifics very implicitly - just like the seniors who are facing school or work outside, no difference.

There is no need for a particularly pretentious "Ni sauce", but it is enough to make people tremble.

"...Ryoma." Tokugawa opened his mouth, his voice dry.

The brother seemed a little nervous.

Buer noticed it, smiled naturally, and took the initiative to break the silence: "Is there any recommended model? Girls like it."

The two of them were wearing school uniforms, but they asked for the menu that girls like to eat. It might seem strange to outsiders, but Tokugawa would not have any doubts.

As soon as Buer made a sound, he immediately came back to his senses and nodded slightly: "There are many choices."

With that said, Tokugawa handed over a hand-drawn menu.

"Come and see." Fuji glanced at it casually, and handed it directly to Ryoma, with an attitude of letting her choose.

However, Longma was not in the mood to look carefully, the old god was on the ground, his eyes wandering around: "Whatever."

Tokugawa was helpless, based on his experience in receiving customers these days, thought about it, and asked tentatively, "Macarons?"

"Okay." She nodded, but obviously didn't listen.

After taking the order, Ryoma followed Fuji to find a seat, and then asked abruptly, "Macaron?"

The suspicious tone made Buer stunned for a moment.

"Haven't you ever eaten macarons?" He was even more surprised.No, it's more than that—"I haven't heard of it either?"

"No."

"...You should come out more often." When Fuji came back to his senses, he patted her on the shoulder earnestly.

They found an empty seat and sat down, but the girl next door was startled, as if hearing a familiar voice, she turned around quickly.

"Senior Fuji! And... Ryoma!" Pengxiang's cheerful face appeared in front of them.She happily pulled her friend away, "Look, Sakura, what a coincidence!"

Then, the girl with braids next to her also turned around.

"Hi." Buer frowned and nodded to them.

"You..." Peng Xiang was probably overly excited, the words came to his lips, without thinking at all, and blurted out, "Are you here for a date?"

Sakura's smile gradually disappeared: "...Little friends."

Pengxiang: "...uh."

Fuji was very calm, and Ryoma was also very calm, so Pengxiang blushed and coughed: "I'm sorry, I just, uh... my mouth is lame!"

"Sit together?" Fuji shook his head to express that he didn't mind, and asked again.

Most of the round tables by the window are seats for four people, and both parties didn't mind, so the waiter helped them move their seats.Pengxiang was sitting next to Ryoma, more excited, but also a little embarrassed, twisted her fingers, embarrassed to look at her, and simply asked: "Is this your first time, senior? May I treat you to drink the signature oolong tea?"

"Let me do it." Fuji smiled, "You're welcome, it should be."

"No no, I'll go and order!" Peng Xiang immediately jumped up and ran out quickly.

Sakura could only shake her head and sigh at her back.

While she wasn't paying attention, Bu Er suddenly thought about it: "So that's it, from Brother He Ye's point of view, we are dating, right?"