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"Stop! I admit defeat."

In the end, it was the Taocheng senior who called for a stop first.

Moreover, the words such as admitting defeat are so straightforward and fluent, without any sense of shame, isn't it the right choice for the school team?So straightforward?

Ryoma froze for a moment, but stopped serving the ball, and took advantage of the situation to hold the tennis ball that bounced twice on the ground.

After getting off the court, Taocheng squeezed her shoulder and patted her shoulders, with a hearty and familiar look: "Your boy is still very good, I will compete next time when I have time."

"……Oh fine."

"Hey, by the way, do you remember that my name is—" Taocheng raised his eyebrows.

"I know, I know, Momoshiro-senpai!" Horio squeezed over and took Momoshiro's hand first, and shook eagerly, "I am Horio Satoshi with two years of tennis experience!"

"You don't need to be so polite, just call me A Tao."

After finishing speaking, Taocheng saw Ryoma's eyes staring at him faintly: "Senior A Tao."

"……Um?"

"It hurts, the strength of your hand."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Taocheng let go of his hand quickly, raised his arm and scratched his head, and said haha, "You kid, you need to eat more, you need to play tennis to have strength——Okay, today's meal In this way, let’s go first. You should go back to do your homework early!”

He waved to the people around him, and walked away with the tennis racket on his shoulders.

What a strange person.Ryoma thought.

"The strangest person is you, right!" Horio jumped up, "Can you be polite to senior?!"

Ryoma glanced at him: "Who said 'that liar is really disgusting' just now?"

"..."

She packed up her things and left, and Horio followed again, still thinking: "But Echizen, you are really good, you can compete with the second-year main election—"

"Really?" Ryoma slowed down.

She used her right hand, and the senior on the opposite side had a foot injury that hadn't healed yet, so she respected each other and didn't try her best.But isn't she the one who has the upper hand?

"You mean you think you are better than the main election?" Horio widened his eyes.

"Maybe. We'll find out tomorrow." Ryoma shrugged.

"Well, the second and third graders will be back tomorrow, and we can see their wonderful performance!" Horio said, becoming self-indulgent again, full of fantasy, "I don't know when I will reach their height... ..."

On the second day, these first-year students successfully submitted their applications for membership and started the club activities on the first day.

There were only a few people who practiced here yesterday, but today, the number suddenly became very objective.So much so that when Ryoma walked into the tennis court, his heart skipped a beat, feeling that he had become the focus of the audience for a moment.

If you look closely, it seems like an illusion. Most people are doing what they are doing in a serious manner—at least, on the surface.She was still keenly aware that many eyes were turning towards her.

Is it because of the match against Taocheng?Has word spread all over the tennis club so quickly?

After a moment of hesitation, Ryoma saw a second-year man approaching him aggressively.

She subconsciously lowered the brim of her hat to avoid the intersection of her eyes, turned slightly sideways, and the boy brushed past her, heading towards Horio who was flirting with other first-year students behind.

"Hey! The first grade-it's you!"

She didn't look back, but she heard a panicked wow, and she could guess the ending.

Maybe it has something to do with me, but so what.Ryoma picked up the tennis racket without hesitation, and planned to slip to the empty court on the other side.

"Hey, wait a minute." Before she walked in, someone gently pressed her shoulders, and there was slight resistance from her hands.

Ok?

Ryoma stopped and looked up.

"Are you new here? Later, this is the training ground for the selected players, and the first-year students are over there." As he spoke, the man pointed to the left hand side.

Then, the two looked at each other, and the other was taken aback.

"It's you?"

"Have we met?" Ryoma was puzzled.

He smiled: "I am the deputy of the tennis club, Oishi Shuichiro. I was the one who took your application."

"Oh……"

This blue and white team uniform, she belatedly remembered, seemed to have seen it before.When is it coming?Uh, it seems to be-

Long Ma didn't have time to think about it, Dashi patted her shoulder again, and motioned gently: "Okay, let's go to practice."

Another two positive picks walked into the court.One of them tilted his head and looked at her curiously, while the other smiled at her gently and politely.

Long Ma walked away, and heard a faint voice from behind: "Dashi, who is this little guy? Do you know him?"

"Oh, it's not acquaintance. I met once before school started."

"so……"

Ryoma silently returned to the members of the same grade.The few of them were taught indiscriminately by the second grader named Arai, and they all stood by the side dejectedly, as if they didn't even have the strength to swing their rackets.

"Unfortunate."

"It's all your fault, Horio." Kato Katsuro muttered, "I also said that I want to participate in the school ranking competition, so I heard it..."

"Didn't I just say 'think'?" Horio scratched his hair, "Isn't it okay to think about it? Being a man has no dreams—how is that different from salted fish?"

This guy was quite depressed at first, and he convinced himself as he talked, and raised his head with a confident tone.As a result, the senior over there seemed to have heard something, and glared over the net, and he retracted his neck in fright.

Horio took a few steps back again and again, dodged a little farther, and touched his arm with lingering fear.

"Stop making trouble..." Katsuo Mizuno also persuaded in a low voice, "Do you want to be scolded again?"

"Ugh……"

"Since you think you are right, why wait to be scolded?" Ryoma suddenly said.

They were all taken aback, only to realize that she had been standing beside her for a while.

"Shhhhhh!" Katsuro was a little nervous.

"Hey, how dare you say that? If it's overheard—"

"What will happen?" she asked back.

Horio resentfully said: "You are really fearless, Echizen."

"It's not as exaggerated as you said, is it?" Ryoma disagreed.

"You really are a returning child who doesn't understand anything." Horio shook his head and sighed pretending to be old.

Suddenly, a tennis ball fell from the sky, over the high fence netting, and flew towards them.

Ryoma seemed to feel it, and took a step to the side just before being hit on the top of the head. The tennis ball rubbed against the corner of her clothes and rolled on the ground a few times before stopping.

"Hi." On the other side of the barbed wire, the brown-haired boy in the official team uniform was looking at her with a smile, and waved his hand, "Excuse me, can you help throw it back?"

"Look, that's Senior Fuji!" Sheng Lang's eyes lit up.

"Is it great?"

"Of course! Fujisuke, he is known as a genius of Seigaku." Katsuro introduced, "with him, the second singles will definitely not lose."

"Oh——" Ryoma dragged his tone, and slowly held the racket between his arms, pressed against the tennis ball on the ground with a little force, and let it bounce up and stop on the net line.

She raised her head, made a visual assessment of the distance and the height of the barbed wire, then held the tennis ball, tossed it up slightly, and swung—

Snapped!

A crisp shot almost attracted the attention of everyone around him.The yellow ball spun rapidly, crossed the barbed wire in a beautiful parabola and returned to the next-door court, and then, the landing point was...

Horio looked along, and his eyes widened immediately.

It's a basket full of balls!

However, the expected tragedy did not happen. The tennis ball seemed to become very slow and light before it hit the ground. It fell into the basket with a thud, and disappeared into the other balls.

Time also seemed to have paused, and several of the main players who were training stopped, staring at the basket with different expressions, and then followed the prestige.

Ryoma put down his racket as if nothing had happened, looked far away, and looked at the sky.

"...Awesome." Shengxiong opened his mouth wide.

"Normal operation." She said calmly.What's so strange about this?Wasn't the group of positive candidates just now doing this kind of fixed-point practice?Why didn't you see them make a fuss?

Ryoma turned his head inadvertently, saw that Buer by the side of the court hadn't left yet, still with that perfect smile, and nodded to her, "Thank you very much."

"Oh...you're welcome."

Katsuro watched Fuji return to the court, thoughtful: "Looking at it this way, the seniors are not as cruel as we imagined. Isn't this very friendly?"

"As expected of Senior Fuji." Horio sighed.

friendly?Maybe, compared to those second graders who looked unkindly when they saw them - just ordinary members, right? — is much better.

As soon as Ryoma turned around, he felt the discomfort falling on him again. Looking out of the corner of his eye, the senior Arai was frowning and staring at him.

Perhaps there was no suitable reason, Arai didn't get angry on the spot, and walked away with a snort.Longma saw it and didn't think much about it for the time being.

It wasn't until the next day that she connected things.

At that time, the members had just finished their physical training, and they were sweating profusely from exhaustion. They were then called to do [-] racket swing exercises, and there was a lot of wailing.

Ryoma has long been used to this kind of intense training, and his condition is better, but he is still not used to being sticky all over his body.

When she was young, she didn't need to disguise her identity, but when she got older, it was still a little inconvenient. Therefore, she would wear an extra sports vest under the short sleeves.The black tight vests are made of the kind of material that is very uncomfortable when sweating. For training, she usually prepares a few more replacements.

Taking advantage of the rest time, Ryoma went to the drinking pool to wash his face, and then returned to the studio to change clothes, only to find that his tennis bag was missing.

It doesn't matter if you can't change clothes, and the racket is also missing, which is a bit troublesome.

Ryoma frowned and looked out the door. All the members had returned to the court for swing practice, and she was the only one who stayed outside alone. It didn't seem to be a coincidence.

Just as she thought of this, something suddenly floated down from her head, gently covering her hair and face.

Ryoma subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, it was a white towel.

"Wipe off your sweat." A gentle voice came from behind.

Is there someone else here?She was startled, turned her head quickly, and relaxed a little, it turned out to be the best senior.

Wet water was sliding down his neck, Ryoma wiped it off with a towel, and replied subconsciously: "It's water."

Bu Er followed kindly and said: "Then it's water. Is this golf bag yours?"

Ryoma looked down, the ball bag hanging between his arms is not hers?She was slightly startled, and took it from his hand a little slowly: "...Thank you."

"After all, it's a big club. There are many people and many things, and things are easily confused." Fuji pretended to sigh, "It's not good to mix personal things with other people's, right?"

Ryoma opened the zipper and checked quickly. The three rackets were all intact, and there was no sign of other things being tampered with. Then he heard him say casually: "I just passed by, and it seems that someone took it wrong."

"Oh."

is that so?Of course not.Bu Er didn't want to expose it directly, so Ryoma simply pretended not to know.

She put the ball bag on the ground, first took out her usual racket and put it on the chair, then she was a little troubled, her towel was no longer needed, the one in her hand...

"Of course, it's clean, so you don't have to worry about it." Smiling, Fuji added as if seeing her thoughts, "No rush, return it to me later."

"……it is good."

Ryoma hesitated for a moment, then stuffed the towel that had just been pulled out halfway back into the bag, and stopped, as if in a daze.

Suddenly, she understood.

"I see."

"What?" Fuji asked.

Ryoma didn't answer directly, but just glanced at him.How could the ball-handling ability of the draft player be so erroneous that he hit the ball on her?

Let her show off on the court and attract Arai's ideas.Then, he was teased as a matter of course, and it seemed that he had nothing to do with him, right?

However, what I still can't figure out is that if he wanted to show her off, or just wanted to see her make a fool of himself, why did he suddenly intervene in this matter and cut things from Arai's hands and returned them to her?

She looked into a pair of beautiful blue eyes and smiled, but still couldn't see the details.

"What's the matter, Echizen? Is there a problem?" Fuji looked concerned.

Ryoma didn't know how to answer, so he suddenly realized: "You want to change clothes, right? It's quite inconvenient, so I'll go first."

He turned around and left, but his pace was very slow, and he reminded intentionally or unintentionally: "There is a special studio for the main players. Compared with here, maybe you would like it better?"

Ok?

Ryoma raised his head again: "Didn't you say that the first grade cannot participate in the ranking competition?"

"Yes, but who knows." The other party's tone was brisk, "Then, let's work hard, go forward."

The enigmatic senior drifted away.Ryoma blinked and looked away.

Forget it, let's change clothes first.