must love tennis

"..."

Atobe's expression became slightly weird, and he asked, "Why do you have such strange eyes?"

"Nothing." Ryoma turned his head silently, "Tch, am I thinking too much?"

"What the hell are you thinking?!"

Bu Er smoothed things over: "Anyway, it's great that I didn't get lost."

Considering that the other party was Ryoma, without thinking, he swallowed back the common sentence patterns that he almost said, "Don't do this next time, it will make people very worried".

It didn't work anyway.

Just smile.

"It's not just that I didn't get lost," Atobe said with a slight black line, looking at the two guests behind Ryoma, he was very surprised by this development, and he couldn't understand it, "It's still buy one get two free, a big discount, huh? "

The first grader scratched his hair: "Well, it was a very tortuous experience...and that's it."

Gang Ji stood at the entrance of the cave, and greeted the two nervously: "It's our first meeting, hello—I hope I didn't disturb you?"

Atobe: "It's nothing at all... No, why do you feel disturbed? What disturbed? Whom disturbed? - Tell me clearly. Don't aim randomly, the eyes of the two of you are too suspicious, right?! "

Ryoma coughed.

"To put it simply, I found a shortcut to the island next to me, and then I found Mr. Nok Doron and Senior Tsuna. Thinking about the strength of a large number of people, um..."

"Okay, got it." Atobe rubbed his forehead nervously, turned his head and sighed.

Ryoma and Tsunayoshi looked at each other and shrugged.

Nok Doron: "Speaking of which, I just thought of something and I wanted to ask you guys."

His crumpled high-end suit was a bit embarrassing after being soaked in sea water, and when it was roasted by the fire, the salt slag crackled off, but his expression was gentle, with a friendly smile, and he still didn't look too downcast.

After all, he was the one who helped before, so Fuji was still very polite to him: "Please just say it."

He made room for them to sit by the fire, and with a branch he stirred up the burnt sparks, which scatter and mingled into the dirt at his feet.Tsuna bowed gratefully and thanked, but Fuji was not used to it. He glanced at Ryoma with a smile and said, "If everyone is like you, it seems hard to imagine."

Ryoma swaggered and sat between him and Atobe—felt terrified by her previous unreliable conjecture, she decided to eliminate this possibility from the root—opened her legs and slapped the sand, raised her head when she heard the sound, Gave him a look of incomprehension.

what?

"It means that you use less honorifics, and we are all used to it." Atobe said flatly.

Ryoma shrugged: "I've tried my best."

When they were still in the United States, whether they were neighbors, schoolmates, or even familiar teachers, they all called them by their first or last names, and there was no distinction between seniors and seniors. Bowing?nonexistent.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some tall and big school team players like to bully others. The bullying targets may not be younger than them, but they are physically thinner. They are basically introverted students with good grades. He was ridiculed as a "nerd" by the big guys, but he didn't dare to resist.

She was also regarded as a maverick freak for a while, and she was of Asian descent. She was originally out of tune with them, and it didn't matter what her reputation was.Gradually, when word of her excellent grades and reputation in the tennis game spread, people around her also began to change their attitudes, becoming proactive and enthusiastic.

Ryoma doesn't care whether she will be regarded as a freak, or whether she can follow the Romans, but if she is friendly to herself, she will not miss it.In the past few months after returning to Japan, she has unconsciously changed a lot, making herself less weird in such an atmosphere.

——It’s just that now, everyone thinks she’s outstanding.

However, they reached a mutual understanding with great tolerance.

Atobe really gave a merciless complaint: "I can't see your sincerity at all, okay?"

"I'm being sincere." Ryoma protested.

"Then give me your rebellious eyes first..."

"Okay." Fuji couldn't bear to interrupt, "Are you guys so full that you have so much energy?"

"..."

After such an episode, Nok Doron almost forgot his business, and only remembered it after being reminded by Bu Er, and found a small gadget from his pocket.

"This is the signal transmitter I brought, but it got into the water. It didn't respond when I tried it just now. I don't know if it can be repaired." When he said this, he said a little embarrassingly, "I'm not afraid of your jokes, I am ashamed to say, I don’t know anything about these devices. When my secretary gave them to me, she only taught me the basics of how to use them.”

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard the word signal transmitter.It's good news that you don't have to wait passively for help to come to your door.

For a while, there was a slight commotion in the cave: "Hey——"

"Is it finally saved?" Gang Ji asked with full expectation.

"Don't worry, hasn't it been repaired yet?" Atobe calmly poured some cold water on everyone and reminded. "Speaking of which, this is the first time I've seen a transmitter with this shape. Is it a new product?"

"Well, it was given by the R&D department. It's easy to carry, and it's not easy to be shielded." Nok Doron said uncertainly, "I used it before when I was separated from the team in the Amazon rainforest, and the radiation range is not large." It’s small, but it still works.”

"I hope so."

Buer asked, "Can I see it?"

Nok Doron spread his hands, and said generously: "Take it, just study it. Anyway, I can't use it now. If it can't be repaired, it doesn't matter if it is broken. If you are saved later, it is not a loss."

Bu Er took it from his hand and looked at it carefully.

This is a small black box that can be held in the palm of your hand, it is indeed pocket-sized.

The ordinary signal trackers they usually see, although they can also be made very delicate and compact, but the same, the transmission and reception range are very limited, so they can be used in places where cities gather, and they can enter the vast wild nature. , the result can be imagined.

He felt a small bump from the edge, and pressed down, pulling out a section of the antenna.Still not long, at most twenty centimeters.

"Is it really possible?" Atobe was still a little skeptical.

"Let's take a look together." As Fuji said, he pressed the small power button in the center, and tried to adjust the side button, shaking it, but there was no response.

"It has to be taken apart."

Both of them made the same judgment, and then looked at everyone inquiringly.

Gang Ji was taken aback, and quickly waved his hands: "This is beyond the scope of my common sense, you guys decide."

"Didn't you also have... some magical thing before?" Ryoma recalled, raising his hand and gesticulating in his ear, "Earphones or something?"

"Yes, my friend made it for me. They are very familiar with them. They often play with electronic equipment and so on. They assemble and splice them by themselves, and they even won prizes in robot competitions." Gangji sighed, "But The second time I went on vacation, I didn't expect to need it, so I didn't wear it, it should be in the luggage bag now..."

She raised her head slightly melancholy, and looked out of the cave.

You know, girls have a lot of luggage, even if it is an important thing, it has a primary and secondary "importance", and there is not much that can be carried around.

As for the luggage bag now, it may be drifting in some part of the Pacific Ocean, swallowed by a shark or other creatures by mistake, or washed up with the cruise ship to the port of the Mafia Paradise, but people are busy To save people, who cares about sorting out those items?

"What about you?" Atobu asked without looking up.

Ryoma shook his head honestly: "I've only played with Lego."

"……Fine."

She volunteered to raise her hand: "But I can help you check if there is any mistake when you install it back."

As long as you see how it is disassembled, you can at least make sure that there will not be an extra screw or something.

Buer smiled softly at her: "Let's do our best together."

But if you want to disassemble, you have to use tools.Scuvaro's knife was too sharp for such delicate work.

Nok Doron thought for a while, and then took out a slender metal rod from his pocket: "This is a matching one. I usually only use it to replace the battery, and I rarely use it. Do you think it's okay?"

"Talk is better than nothing." Atobe sighed, full of emotion, "I have participated in so many summer camps, this is the first time that people feel... tsk."

The rest of the people looked at him with admiration.

"As expected of Atobe." Fuji clapped his hands cooperatively, "But everyone, have you forgotten something?"

Huh—hiss—

There was a brief silence in the cave, only the sound of the wind rushing through the cracks and the sound of flames devouring dead branches could be heard.

Ryoma raised his head and touched his belly: "Are we still having dinner?"

It was getting dark, and until now, all they ate were fruits, and they couldn't say they were very hungry, but they always felt that their stomachs were still empty, and they couldn't satisfy their real hunger.

Gang Ji picked up the bird eggs next to the firewood: "Have you baked this?"

"Will I forget? Just kidding," Atobe snorted disdainfully, and then pointed out, "That Mr. Assassin is about to come back."

"Ah, I remembered." Ryoma said dryly, "I hope he can bring back the prey."

If it's just rabbits or pheasants, it's probably not enough to feed their hungry mouths.

Nok Doron was stunned, a little alert: "Killer?"

"Could it be..." Tsuna Kichi looked sensitively at the knife returned to Ryoma, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Another moment of silence.

Then, the vines at the entrance of the cave rustled again—someone pushed them aside and walked in with big strides.His footsteps were very light, and he didn't make any noise when he approached from the outside. Until then, he made a loud voice:

"Hey!!!!——kids, it's time for dinner! Fortunately, I caught a tuna back!"

The people inside were blown to one side or another by the turbulent airflow and covered their ears tightly.

Tsunaji widened his eyes and looked at the silver-haired man who appeared at the door.The eyes of the two met in shock.She stretched out her hand and pointed: "Why is it tuna again?!"

"Is this the point!" Scuvaro roared back even more violently, "Why are you really here?!"

"You can't ask me! Mr. Skuvalo is the one, why are you... people like you here?" Tsuna's expression gradually became desperate, and then his voice quickly weakened, and he spit out a sentence in fear: "Li Bao What about?"

It's over, things are blown up.

Reborn?

And...Scrovallo?

Nok Doron recognized the famous elite leader of the assassination force at a glance, his face turned pale, and then he faintly realized something, and looked at the two of them with slightly weird expressions.Then, out of the instinct of crisis awareness, he quickly lowered his head and whispered to Atobe and the others next to him pretending nothing happened.

"Listen less, talk less, care less."

Even a friendly reminder from an industry insider.

Buer had heard Ryoma say something before, and nodded calmly, thanking him softly.Atobe was already mentally prepared, snorted, and continued to tinker with the small box.

Only Ryoma sat there straight, straightened his back, scratched his cheek, lost in thought.

But isn't tuna a deep-sea fish?How did this get caught at the beach?