must love tennis

The deck became quiet again, and the sound of waves came from under the side of the ship, silent and distant, echoing on the sea level.

Ryoma sat on the fire hydrant dangling his legs, but Fuji also put away the tennis ball, tucked the racket between his elbows, bent down to pick up the folded coat that was lying on the ground, came over and sat down beside her.

"It's very windy here, and you're sweating a lot, right?" He said, and Ryoma didn't refuse when he handed over his coat.

It wasn't a sweatshirt or a school uniform, just a plain, even fancy light jacket.It is very likely that it is the "sun protection clothing aided by my sister" that Fujikou said. It is neatly folded and very clean, as if it has not been worn.

Although it wasn't cold outside at all, Ryoma didn't bring anything with him, and he came out sweating after playing the game, which was indeed a bit inappropriate.She took it and draped it over her shoulders to block the draft from the gap in the cabin.

The two sat together, looking at the sea, listening to the sound of the tide, but they were also very contented.

"The sound of sea water will calm people down." The senior full of literature and art fanned the string on the racket while expressing his feelings, "The tide of the spring river connects with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea coexists with the tide. It's a pity that there is not enough moonlight tonight Bright, maybe it's going to rain."

Confused, Ryoma was dumbfounded when he heard this, and said after a while: "But Fuji-senpai doesn't seem to be upset."

"Yeah, 'looks'..." Buer emphasized it briefly, which seemed to have deep meaning.

Is that so?She seemed to believe it or not. After all, Bu Er was a leader of the mystic sect, so he would not reveal what he thought so easily—similarly, he said it so frankly, which greatly compromised the authenticity.

The best way to deal with him is not to be too entangled.

Indeed, if it is just a game in the afternoon, it can make a calm person like Fuji feel anxious. It is really strange that a person came here to do fixed-point practice.

After all, his situation is very different from Atobe's.He is also a proud person, but Atobe has suffered some setbacks, so he naturally strives to become stronger. As for Fuji... It's not that he didn't lose the game, but he didn't necessarily suffer much at that time.No one needs to be comforted, no one needs sympathy, and he can even smile quickly and cheer up.

So calm and breezy, as if he had never been hurt.

Ryoma couldn't help asking: "Senior Fuji...what kind of mood did you come to play tennis with?"

"Huh?" Bu Er looked away from the racket, glanced at her, and responded softly, "I, do you?"

He didn't answer right away, but looked ahead, at the vast sea outside the railing, as if lost in memory: "Someone asked me this before. Your tone is really similar."

"……what."

Oh, she probably knew who it was.

Almost instinctively, Ryoma locked on a target without thinking.

"Besides, my answer seems to make him very dissatisfied." Fuji smiled again, but the smile quickly faded, "So I think, if I want to answer you now, you probably won't agree. .”

Ryoma raised his head and looked at his face, with a confused look on his face: "So you have been thinking for so long, senior, and you still haven't figured out the answer?"

This is very incomprehensible to her.

After all, people like Fuji are so firm and strong in people's eyes, and their mature mind is far better than that of teenagers of the same age.Would such a simple question still bother him?

"I haven't thought about it for a long time." He replied calmly, "It's just that I haven't thought about it before. Even at that time, he asked me... I didn't take it to heart, because it doesn't matter to me .”

"..."

"Look, you really have such an expression." Fuji's tone became lighter again.

Ryoma rolled his eyes: "No."

"It's obvious that you don't agree, so there's no need to quibble."

"No...well, that's it." She simply admitted, anyway, Buer doesn't have any airs of a senior at this time, so what is she afraid of, "I don't have any objections, but don't you think this is a bit too much?"

"What?" Fuji tilted his head slightly.

"Obviously he has such a talent, but he doesn't pay attention to his opponent...something." Ryoma said slowly.

They are not the same.Whether it is Longma or others, even if they "spread nonsense" before the game, it is out of "contempt" in the strategic sense. In the final analysis, they still have full confidence in themselves and wholeheartedly believe that they can beat their opponents.

No two, it seems elusive, in fact, no one knows whether his mind is on the court, whether he regards you as an "opponent".Winning or losing doesn't really matter to him, of course, he's going to win, but he's not pushed to the brink - he doesn't really want to win.

He can win only because he is strong enough.

"In this way, it's natural to lose, right?" Ryoma continued, "After all, there will always be stronger opponents. If you don't do it desperately—"

She blinked, more and more able to understand what she heard from Tsunayoshi.

Holding the consciousness of death, it seems that it sounds a bit exaggerated.But it is such a simple truth, anything, to reach the pinnacle of the competition, is in the process of pursuing to break through the limit, and if you have spare energy, you will not reach the end.

Longma paused for a while, then changed his mind and asked, "That king of Monkey Mountain is pretty strong, right?"

Bu Er just looked at her quietly, under the moonlight, his eyes were like the sea water in front of him and behind him, blue and tending to be deep.After a while, he replied: "Yes, Atobe is very strong."

"It won't be stronger than the minister." She couldn't hold back, and whispered.

Bu Er laughed, and his expression softened again.

The quiet moonlight made his hair glow slightly, as if shrouded in a halo.He lowered his head and straightened the wristband on his hand. It felt a little uncomfortable sticking to his skin after sweating, so he took it off and folded it in his hand.

"This year, since Echizen you came, a lot has changed."

Ryoma gave him a wary look.

Does this mean the entire tennis club, or Budu himself?

"With fresh blood injected into the team, the original everyone will be inspired to have more strength."

"Sounds like a catfish to me." Ryoma complained.

"In a sense, this is the truth." Fuji said seriously, "The driven sardine will escape the fate of being suffocated and suffocated. Shouldn't it be thanked for that?"

"But the final fate is to be eaten." She pointed out.

Bu Er said: "That is also a worthy death."

"..." Long Ma commented, "This chicken soup is very poisonous."

Buer was not affected by the complaint at all, and he said it out on his own, and his mood improved.

When did you feel the change?His mind wandered for a moment.Right in front of her eyes, Ryoma's upturned face was supported by the palm of her hand, her cheeks were slightly puffed up, she looked playful and a little cute... Although this word is not suitable to describe her.But he recalled that day inappropriately, when she tried her best to save the ball, but the broken and rebounded racket scratched her eyelid.

At that time, everyone in the tennis club panicked, but she herself was the calmest one.She stubbornly sat up straight, her lips were slightly tight, and the only eye that was exposed was still very bright, as if no one could stop her determination to go on stage.

If you ask, is it necessary?Instead, she would wonder: Is it necessary for you to ask this question?

With just one look, you can tell where Tezuka's preference for this junior comes from.

Geniuses are lonely, and Buer is not afraid of loneliness, but he gradually finds that the people around him are so similar.When Kawamura gritted his teeth to block the opponent's fluctuating ball for him, and pretended to be nonchalant while his arms were trembling, he could give up the game without hesitation, but when Kawamura stood alone on the field and faced Huadi next time, There is no longer any position to say such a thing.

Last time, he told Ryoma that everyone is working hard, and he can't fall behind.In fact, not only falling, but when the sense of crisis hit him like a tide, he suddenly realized that he was likely to be abandoned by all of them.

This feeling is not good.

"I think," Fuji gradually recovered from his thoughts, and said slowly, "people are afraid of being alone."

Ryoma looked back from the distant sea again, tilted his head with a question mark on his face, his big eyes were full of doubts: "Senior Fuji, what are you talking about?"

She really can't keep up with the rhythm of geniuses!

"Well, I was thinking, should we have a fight?" Fu Er calmly showed his leaping thinking ability.

However, Ryoma was very embarrassed: "At first, I really wanted to say 'yes' happily, but..."

"Are you tired?" Fuji asked sharply.

He didn't think Ryoma's temper would admit that he was tired, but he was probably worried about him.

Ryoma admits that his thoughts are very delicate, so she will not touch him lightly: "I feel that the time for the music party is coming soon... the pigeons of senior Azube will not end well, right?"

"Well, you're right." Fuji said sternly.

Ryoma raised his wrist to look at the time displayed on the watch, lifted his buttocks and jumped off the fire hydrant, patting the ashes on his clothes: "Do you want to walk around again?"

At sea, time becomes very long, leisurely and idle.That's what vacation is about.

Therefore, even the sky and the ocean, which do not seem to change at all, can be looked at repeatedly without getting bored.

Fuji readily agreed, stood up naturally, and proposed a new idea: "Let's go to the observation deck to have a look."

This is also very interesting to Ryoma. The observation deck is on the top of the opposite building. It is not very high. There are escalators to climb up. She can see clearly during the day and has long wanted to try it. The crew stopped and killed this dangerous action in the bud.

Bu Er went up first, climbed over the railing and then leaned over to pull her up. She sat on it with her legs spread apart and looked far away. The field of view was indeed wider than that on the deck. Looking at it, she couldn't help but wow.

"It feels like Captain Jack." She said contentedly.

"Will the big octopus emerge from the bottom of the sea in the next second?" Fuji answered, reaching out to support her waist, reminding, "It's a bit dangerous, so be careful."

Ryoma didn't have any objections, turned over and stood firm, grabbed the railing, leaned on it and looked down.She is not afraid of heights, she just finds it spectacular.

Then, she suddenly remembered something, and asked Fuji: "Did Senior Atobe tell you?"

"what?"

"It's the minister's business..." Ryoma blinked his eyes, and guessed that the other party didn't know about it after a tentative sentence, and became slightly complacent, "He said the minister will come too."

Buer raised his eyebrows, not as excited as she was.

"I envy you, Ryoma."

With a very light sigh, it melted between the sea breeze and the waves.

She didn't notice, because at school, at least after returning from the United States, it was rare for anyone to call her by her name so affectionately.When she realized later and confirmed that she should have heard some voice, she turned her head and looked at Fuji questioningly.

"Let's go, it's time to go back." The other party just replied very normally.