must love tennis

Until dinner, Fuji still couldn't figure out why the two elder brothers of the Echizen family cast such... weird eyes when he was paying the bill.He always felt that something was happening somewhere he didn't know, and something was wrong.

But soon, he found that he had other things to care about.

For example, his rebellious younger brother didn't compete with them for the TV or compete with himself on the rare night when he came home. Instead, he held his mobile phone and tapped on the screen wholeheartedly.

"Could it be online dating?"

The older sister's unreliable guesses were met with a dissatisfied response from the younger brother: "No! It's just chatting with friends—friends, okay?"

Well, there is no problem.

Bu Er is happy to see the success of this, but when passing by behind him to take a water glass, he accidentally saw the note of the chat partner:

"Ryoma"

Hey, it's also very intimate.

"Since when did your relationship get so good?" Bu Er was surprised, and began to insinuate.

"Yeah, it's okay," Yuta replied without thinking, "I added LINE when I went to watch the basketball game last time, so I can make an appointment next time!"

...and next time!

Although it was a bit unpleasant to lose the game at the beginning, it is not a shame to admit that you have a good relationship with an opponent who is stronger than yourself.The same middle school students naturally have a lot of common topics, such as tennis, sports other than tennis, and disturbing brothers and sisters...

Cough, of course the last one should not be known to his brother, Yuta thought.

"Is this... not good?" He tentatively asked, obviously feeling that he should be upright, but for no reason he found it difficult to survive under the gaze of the other party, and his voice became much weaker, "It means that we are just communicating normally, absolutely I don't mean to poach the corner of Qingxue..."

"Of course not." His elusive elder brother sat down beside him and said in an extremely gentle voice, "Call me to join you next time."

No, he doesn't want to hang out with such a scary brother!

Yuta swallowed, and stammered, "Okay, okay."

On the second match day of the Kanto Contest, Qingxue defeated Lushan Middle School with great momentum, and won the national competition admission ticket as a semi-finalist.

It can't be said that there is no suspense at all, the opponents have considerable strength... However, for Ryoma, the singles against Green Mountain was an overwhelming victory, and she didn't have a chance to play in the semi-finals at all, the seniors were very good He won the first three games without any hesitation - it was really boring.

Before the game was over, she habitually jogged around the court to warm up, and happened to meet the semi-finals being held on the other side.

It was also a big score of [-] to [-], but if you look carefully at the scoreboard, Qingxue and Liujiao over there played back and forth and were evenly matched, but it would be too easy to switch to Lihaida's side.

Six to zero, six to zero, and—

Ryoma took a few steps closer to the barbed wire, and blinked to make sure he wasn't dazzled.There was also silence around the stadium, and most of the spectators were immersed in the shock and lost their words for a long time.The rest of the cheerleaders belonging to Lihai University Affiliated High School obviously couldn't get up to cheer—maybe they didn't think it was necessary.

This doesn't look like a semi-final, are they here to abuse food?

But their opponent is not some rookie who is at the same level as Yinhua, but Fudofeng Middle School that Qingxue met in the regional qualifiers.After that duel, both sides are very much looking forward to the rematch in the match. Their strengths have been taught before, so how can they not be beaten by others... So, tragic? !

She turned her gaze from the scoreboard on the sidelines to the center of the field, and was surprised again.

Facing this side was a curly-haired boy wearing the uniform of the Lihai Brigade. Ryoma recognized this face.

I looked at him very friendly before, but I didn't expect to show such a fierce side on the field.With scarlet eyes and a cold smile, he ruthlessly captures the opponent's blind spot, and then hits it with every hit... The style of the game is quite cruel, and a game is played like a massacre.

And the one who was massacred by him was the national-level minister of Fudo Peak.

Tachibana, who even Tezuka was looking forward to a duel with, and the team he led, would be powerless against Rikkai's offensive...

Maybe Ryoma had been in a daze for too long, but when he came back to his senses, there was no one in the stadium, and the audience was also walking away.She remembered that her game was not over yet, so she collected herself, and suddenly felt a shadow cast behind her head.

Then, the brim of the hat was held down by a hand, and she turned her ball cap 180 degrees.

Such a childish prank—

Ryoma turned around and glared.

"You don't have to compete?" Sanada looked at her without anger.

Behind this black-faced goalkeeper, a group of cool teammates followed.Just lost a bit in terms of momentum.

However, Ryoma didn't think it was a big deal. He straightened his hat calmly, avoided staring at the other party, and hummed dissatisfiedly: "I haven't been pulled by a boy's hair since the first grade of elementary school."

Sanada: "...?"

"Report," his teammate obviously not only came to serve as the backdrop, but was also in the mood to join in the fun—the silver-haired one raised his hand happily, "She means, Deputy Minister, you and the girl As childish as a first-grade boy with hair!"

Kirihara turned to look at him in surprise: "Senior Nioh, how do you understand so well?"

King Ren was slightly proud: "Because——"

Before he finished speaking, Liu grabbed his pigtail and dragged him to the other side.The latter warned vaguely with his eyes: "You are only ten centimeters away from the deputy minister's sanction."

"...Ah." King Ni turned his head and saw Sanada's iron fist brewing, he immediately relaxed his body, allowing himself to be dragged away, and grimaced heartily.

Sanada gritted his teeth, held back, and stared back at Ryoma.

"Just passing by." She said firmly.

He snorted coldly: "I'm so free, I hope you won't cry and beg for mercy in a week's time."

"..."

Ryoma was silent for a while, then raised his head and said, "You know what?"

"What?" Sanada raised his eyebrows, "Are you trying to say that you haven't cried since the first grade?"

"No," she recalled, "the reason why I just said that the first grade was the last time, because I beat that guy to tears at that time, and then they never dared to mess with me again."

Sanada: "..."

If you heard me right, it's "they" not "he".

His kendo hall unexpectedly accepted a student with a very temper.

Someone was indifferent in front of the deputy minister, and even threatened to beat him to tears!

Kirihara couldn't bear it any longer, and exclaimed, "Awesome!"

Then he was dragged away by his seniors who covered their mouths and pressed their heads.

However, Sanada's anger subsided quite a bit.He looked at Ryoma thoughtfully, probably because he had won too much, but he developed some tolerance and interest in the rare challenger, and his rare expression could be called "pleasant."

"The game of tennis is not something that can be solved by being stubborn."

"I know." Ryoma nodded bluntly, "Then, see you next week."

Sanada watched the slender figure disappear at the end of the court, frowned, and when he turned around, he found that the members were talking behind their backs again.

"If I remember correctly, our original plan was," Marui whispered, "to walk in front of the opponent with a lot of momentum—isn't that cool?"

"That's right, it was agreed to be cold and silent!" Student Jackal sighed, "I even arranged my clothes and hairstyle specially!"

Yagyu pushed his glasses, and calmly pointed out: "No, you don't have a hairstyle to tidy up."

"Isn't it because the 'opponent' is still in a daze and doesn't see our relationship at all?" Kirihara couldn't help but say.

"No, no, it's better to say..." Ren Wang rubbed his chin, "I just want to give myself a sense of presence."

Everyone is silent.

Sanada said coldly: "Who told you?"

The crowd dispersed.

Overall, Kirihara was a bit disappointed.

At first he thought Ryoma was here to watch him play!I was so excited.However, you should still see it, right?He thought about it again, recalling his performance in the semi-finals by the way, very satisfied, and a little narcissistic.

"The state is very good recently. In this way, the next match against Qingxue will definitely be easy!"

"It seems that their Minister Tezuka is not there either..." Jackal responded.

"Watch me blow them up!" Kirihara said confidently.

The jackal smiled, and didn't think the younger generation was talking too much.In front of Li Haida who dominates the whole country, all opponents are worthless.Although this year's Qingxue has attracted their attention, it will not change.What's more, Tezuka, who he thought was the "only" worthy of their attention, was absent.

No, it's not just his thoughts, it's his teammates as well.Like the ambitious sophomore next to him, others are just "a piece of cake" in his eyes.

The two walked up the steps to the bridge, Kirihara was humming, his steps seemed to be floating.

The jackal glanced at him: "Is there any other reason for you?"

It's not impossible for him to understand how he can't help but want to show his feelings in front of a beautiful girl... But, is this really okay?Such a thought suddenly flashed through Jackal's mind.

"That's right! So I'm going to show them what real tennis is! Then, she—"

Kirihara, who had been beaten like chicken blood, was currently thinking about how to defeat Aigaku happily, as if this would attract that person's attention.Seriously, I'm afraid it will have the exact opposite effect, right?

But it was only for a moment, and the jackal forgot about it.Forget it, he only cares about winning the game, and other things don't matter.She's just a little girl, do you really think she can shake Li Haida's foundation?

Suddenly, a tennis ball fell from the sky above his head, hitting Kirihara's head with no seriousness.

"Who?!" He subconsciously caught the ball, then raised his head, and the anger was interrupted in the rising period of accumulation.

"Hi."

Ryoma on the overpass took off his ball cap as a greeting to them, his hair was covered with a layer of gold in the sun, but his face was not so bright, with a smile that was half a smile.

If they knew a little bit about girls, they should understand that it was a sign of being irritated.

"Why don't you just teach me what real tennis is?"