[Comprehensive] Eternal Recorder

In March, the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. Both sides of Qingxue Road are full of cherry blossoms. When the wind blows, the petals will fall all over the ground.

Tezuka asked Coach Ryuzaki for an hour's leave, closed his phone, and waved to Mo who was standing by.

"Let's go, I'll take you around the school."

Due to her own strong resistance, Mo was discharged after only three days in the hospital.In the absence of clues to her identity, Tezuka Kuniichi, as a senior in the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department who has the right to speak, decided to take Mo home and take care of her, which was accepted by most people.

Tezuka Ayana was so happy about this.

She hurriedly arranged a bedroom on the second floor of the house, and bought a lot of clothes, books and other supplies for Mo. When Mo pushed the room away and saw the neat and complete arrangement there, she He was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses.

Ayana Tezuka, who was standing behind her with a smile on her face, embraced her excitedly when she heard Mo's "thank you".

"I want a daughter." Said Tezuka Ayana.But Mo just blinked and said "thank you" to her again.

She couldn't respond to such a long-lost, pure and selfless feeling with no purpose.

But Ayana Tezuka was still smiling, and said nothing to Mo's silence.

After being injured, Mo was a little lethargic. Except for going downstairs to eat, he spent most of the day sleeping in his room.This performance made the Tezuka family a little worried.So this morning, Tezuka Ayana deliberately woke Mo up early and asked her to go out for a walk with Tezuka.

Although it is the holiday time, various clubs in the school still have activities.Especially sports clubs like tennis clubs practice almost every day.Tezuka is the president of the current session of the tennis club, and he is also the one who has the closest relationship with the club. His phone call made many people on the court prick up their ears.

Something must have happened nia~~ The big cat with wine red hair winked to the side.Immediately, Buer returned the message with a smile, it looked very interesting.

The honest children Dashi and Haitang didn't feel the eye contact between the two animals.Kawamura yelled "burning", and the flying tennis ball made a shallow crater on the opposite court.

Standing outside the court and using the intermission time to write something in the notebook with a dry smile, he continued to write on the page marked "Tezuka" in the notebook.

Coach Ryuzaki held back his anger and yelled, "You guys choose to be more serious!"

"Is that the tennis court over there? I heard the sound." Mo asked with his head tilted.

"Ah." Taking care of Mo's body, Tezuka walked very slowly.

Tezuka, who also heard Coach Ryuzaki's voice, had a cold face. Although the temperature of his surrounding air field was always below zero, there was still a difference.The current level is about twenty degrees below zero, which is close to the dangerous range.

He stopped and looked down at Mo who suddenly pulled his sleeve.

"Are you angry?" Mo looked at Tezuka, paused, and added a title, "Brother?"

"Not angry." Tezuka put his hand on Mo's head and rubbed it, and the no longer tight lip line slightly lifted.

This child is very sensitive to the emotions of others. You must know that until now, no one can distinguish his emotions except the mother.

Mo looked up and smiled brightly at him.

Slap, snap.

A tennis ball bounced a few times on the ground and stopped at Mo's feet.

Tezuka picked up the ball and held it in his hand.At the end of the road, there was a cry.

"I'm sorry... Are you all right--Minister!" The third-year student in sportswear turned pale, and stood to attention quickly as if he had heard a soldier at a military post, so nervous that he was almost on the same side.

Tezuka handed him the ball, "Be careful next time."

"Ah... hi!" The third-year student looked at Tezuka's back and bowed.

When the two of them were far away, he straightened up, surprised as if thinking of something.

—— "The minister just brought a girl to the stadium?!"

In front of the tennis court, Mo tugged on Tezuka's sleeve and whispered, "I'd better wait for you outside, I won't run around."

"It's okay." Tezuka took her hand and walked into the court.

Mo walked a few steps quickly, using Tezuka's body to avoid the scorching sight from the court, and clenched Tezuka's hand a little uncomfortably.

"Mr. Ryuzaki, this is what I told you. She will come to the stadium with me during this period, please take care of me."

Ryuzaki looked at Mo curiously, "This is that little girl... Hello, I am Sumire Ryuzaki, the coach of the tennis club, please take care of me."

"Ah," Mo came back to his senses, and cautiously took the hand that Ryuzaki extended, "My name is Mo, please give me your advice."

Today Mo was wearing a loose skirt and coat, and the layers of gauze wrapped around his chest could not be seen through one pair of covers.Ryuzaki looked at Mo, who was pale in front of him, and patted the chair beside him.

"If you are tired, you can sit here."

"But..." That was the coach chair.

"Thank you, Ryuzaki-sensei." Tezuka put down the tennis bag, picked Mo up and put it on the chair.

"I can do it myself..." Mo blushed.

"Hey, hello, Fuji, did you see that?" Kikumaru poked Fuji's waist and winked at him, "What a gentle minister~~"

"Eiji, you..." Oishi patted Kikumaru's shoulder weakly.

Fuji wiped his sweat with a towel, smiled and said nothing.

"Ah~~ It would be great if the minister was so gentle..." Kikumaru folded her arms and twisted her body, looking intoxicated.

"Eiji..." Oishi's forehead broke out in cold sweat, and he kept gesturing to Kikumaru with his eyes.

"Eiji Kikumaru, 20 laps." Tezuka's voice suddenly came from behind, and Kikumaru maintained an intoxicated expression and turned into a stone statue.

"30 laps."

Tezuka's eye frame reflected a cold light, Oishi looked at his partner who turned into powder and drifted in the wind with a melancholy face, put away the hand towel, and still smiled without saying a word.

Dry pens have not stopped since Mo came in.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Mo opened his eyes curiously.

"That red-haired man, is his name Kikumaru Eiji?"

"Ah, it's already three years old, but it still looks like an elementary school student." Ryuzaki rubbed his forehead and sighed, "I don't know when that guy will grow up."

Mo blinked, she just felt that Kikumaru was somewhat similar to someone, in terms of voice.

But after careful identification, it is not so similar.

"Mo, do you want a drink?" Ryuzaki smiled and handed over a bottle of orange juice.

Mo took it and found that Ryuzaki had already unscrewed the lid for her. She held the bottle with both hands and took a sip. It tasted sour and sweet.

"Thank you."

After tightening the bottle cap, Mo cast his eyes on the court again.

Qingxue's training is very strict, especially for Zhengxuan.Last year, Qingxue Tennis Club's performance was not good, and it stopped at the Kanto Tournament, so after the holiday, the tennis club's training for members became more stringent, even to the point where everyone's physical strength was exhausted before they rested.

So it can be seen that during each intermission, many members of the club who are exhausted fall directly on the court, gasping for breath.

Mo tilted his head a little puzzled.

Are those little yellow balls flying around really that attractive?

Ryuzaki saw that Mo was watching so engrossed, so he asked, "Does Mo like tennis? If so, I can ask them to teach you after the injury recovers."

Mo shook his head, "I don't like sports."

"That can't be done." Ryuzaki looked at her with disapproval on his face, "Children don't like sports and they don't grow tall—how old is Mo?"

Mo tilted his head and thought about it. The bone age test in the thick bag of examination materials when he was discharged from the hospital seemed to be seven to eight years old.So she replied, "Eight years old."

"Eight years old?" Ryuzaki shook his head and said with a smile, "Then Mo is too young. I thought Mo was only six years old."

Mo pouted and ignored her.After a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Do I really look like six years old?"

Ryuzaki laughed, and she put her hand on Mo's head and rubbed it lightly, "Mo will grow up."