"Net King" is not just a good friend

Chapter3

To you "who have become adults":

You are what you believe you are. -Anton Pavlovich Chekhov "Russia"

I believe that one day I will become a normal person. (Reality)

Sitting on the steps of the actual Hyoti tennis court, Mitsu still wondered why he was here when he never cared about watching sports.

There is no one within a radius of one meter from him, only the noise in front of him reminds him how conspicuous his position would be if he were the one who came to observe.

After finally finding Haruta's figure among the crowd, he was standing with a boy wearing a blue peaked cap and talking about something.

It seems to be the Mingto that Ninzu just mentioned... classmate?

Yes, it was Qingta who invited herself to come with him.

Say it's an invitation...

But because of the bottle of juice I drank just now, I had to be the person who was invited to drink the juice, and I was embarrassed to refuse the request of the person who invited the juice.

In the dazzling duo who went back and forth, Atobe first expressed his views on her, but he didn't realize that such behaviors as eavesdropping were actually reckless that he usually classified as inelegant.

I really don't know how precious it is to be able to say such a sentence in the Atobu of the Ice Emperor's King of the World, because I don't know, facing the sudden praise, she just remembered the arrogant image that this person left for herself just now, and slightly frowned. Lowering the corner of his mouth, he turned around and continued to drink the juice silently.

Apparently Atobe didn't care about the girl in front of him scorning him, and just said to Shinozu, "It seems that there are fun people in your class this year."

He smiled noncommittally, interesting?fun?Atobe might not have cared about it, but he could clearly see that just now after Mikoto Takeuchi heard Atobe's sincere praise for her, except for a look of innocence, there was no flattery on his face, but he seemed to look at it with some kind of prejudice. with him.It's really interesting to look at it this way.

Thinking of the purpose of turning back, he said slowly, "Qingta, didn't you say you were going to find Minghu during the lunch break, so why don't you go?"

So, she who planned to continue to drink juice silently and wait for the three of them to leave so as to find out where the art club is, but when she saw Qingta's enthusiastic invitation and saw those big twinkling eyes, she refused. I really couldn't say it, and looked helplessly at the juice I was still holding in my hand.

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Many active figures on the tennis court are running around happily.

In fact, although this group of people evolved into humans from ancient times, they still maintain the amazing physical strength and wild roar of the original apes.

Go all out for nearly six rounds of mental and physical protracted battles, and let out a roar from time to time to express my sincere love for tennis. Forgive her for not appreciating it.

Considering whether to find an excuse to escape, the buzzing tinnitus caused by Haruta's roar from time to time was really unbearable for her, even though she was as far away from the center of the court as possible.

The real Qingta jumped up the steps in two or three steps and sat beside her, "Xiao Shi, I'm going to play basketball!"

Eh?Does Haruta mean by saying that she wants to watch Ninjazu play with them?But she really didn't want to stay in this big place where the sun was shining and the wind was blowing.

After a moment of hesitation, the air conditioner in the art club was still more attractive to her than the heat of nature, "Haruta, I..."

The wrist was suddenly pulled hard, "Come on, Xiao Shi, let's sit in the front and look at it, we can't see clearly from here!" After finishing speaking, Qingtai dragged herself to the first row without any doubt.

... So I have to sit here and watch the game with a group of real tennis fans, which cannot be changed.

It has to be said that Mrs. Qing is really good at grabbing the bench at the right time, and soon gathered a group of passionate teenagers centered on the two of them to support the upcoming game.

Now rushing them away rashly will definitely attract the attention of people both on and off the court.Well, instead of continuing to endure the noise and heat here, which may cause temporary large-scale onlookers, let's continue to endure in silence.

Numbly watching, Shinobu took out a green racket from the ball bag, and walked to the field calmly. Compared with the young man who seemed to be shining brightly, he seemed to be just going through the motions and didn't care about winning or losing.

She really tried her best to integrate herself into the atmosphere of the game, but she couldn't understand the excitement of the game until a group of people around her burst into enthusiastic cheers.

She noticed that the number of yellow tennis balls that fell on the opponent's court and couldn't be picked up was indeed much higher than the number of times that the yellow tennis ball fell on the court of Ninja and he didn't hit it back.

But what surprised me was that, playing in the same court, why Ren Zuo always looked indifferent, and even the corner of his clothes was not soaked in sweat, but his opponent was already panting and sweat pouring out like a gate.

I don't know if it's her own delusion, although she doesn't understand tennis games and rules, she can clearly feel that a game that can be decided quickly seems to be deliberately controlled by one side on the field and refuses to end.

No longer paying attention to the whereabouts of the ball, Shi gradually only sees the person who refuses to end the game and deliberately wastes other people's energy.

The light in Shinobu's eyes at this moment made him look like he was not the same person as he had seen before.

Obviously his appearance has not changed, his eyes have not changed, and even his lazy and indifferent posture has not changed much.

She couldn't tell what it was that made her feel different.

The exhausted opponent on the field has long been ignited madly, but he still maintains an attitude of playing one after another with a vague attitude. She doesn't know whether it is because the opponent is not strong enough that he can do it with ease.

Maybe he is still the same him. It may be difficult for others to notice the subtle changes in him, but I can clearly feel it. He enjoys the happiness that tennis brings him, and that kind of him is indeed more respectable than the serious monitor. people appreciate.

Why can a person's attitude towards the same thing be so different in a short period of time.

What is the reason and the truth, subconsciously warns myself not to pay too much attention to other people's affairs, no matter how much I want to know and how curious I am.

But she still couldn't control her perception and judged herself unconsciously. What made her eager to explore was that she felt that the emotions of restraint on the court had affected her.

I have always felt that if there is still a trace of enthusiasm for something, it will be as hard to hide as love. No matter what the purpose is, I want to hide it, but as long as I see or hold the racket, the eyes, body , the heart will no longer be in control.

Renzu still looks the same as before, but the dots of galaxy brilliance hidden behind the lens can't hide from everyone present at all, she hopes so, she doesn't want to be the special one, the one who can detect that Renzu still loves tennis thing people.

She's not a full-time barber with a donkey-eared king, and she doesn't want to be the last and only one to know the secret.

The game on the field is over, but the high emotions are still continuing to the top.

Just in time to stop his wanton gaze on him before he could end the field, and retract his sight that was suddenly nowhere to rest, he heard Atobe's unforgettable voice coldly looking at the people on the other side of the field amidst the noise Said: "It seems that Nagasaki's summer training did not achieve the effect you said."

"Ninzu! It's great! No wonder you insisted on quitting, but Atobe-kun asked you to come back to coach outside the court! He must have asked you to frustrate the rookies in today's game!" Qingta clapped hard and was still intoxicated by the just "It's really exciting!"

Even though his eyes hadn't refocused, Shi still clapped along with the people around him, trying to take advantage of this gap to regain his wandering mind throughout the game.

Only then did she realize that being curious and admiring someone or something is the prelude to being obsessed. If she could still follow the prescribed pace, once she had more contacts, she would definitely become obsessed when she entered the game alone. Completely forget how to walk.And in the process of deliberately making yourself not deliberate, the initiative will also leave yourself and run to the other party. If you don't hold it well, you will fall into obsession sooner or later.

"Really? Sushi-kun seems to be bored by being dragged here by you." Renzu picked up the towel hanging around his neck and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and jumped from the arena to them in front of them.

Being called suddenly, Shi waved his hand in panic, "No, it was indeed a wonderful game, student Renzu."

Renzu smiled indifferently after listening, and took a big stride to sit beside her without any scruples.

Another game soon started on the court, and it was Meito, who had only seen the back of him, on the court.

Qingtai couldn't bear the friendship of her friend who was eager to cheer on the stage, and ran directly behind the referee's chair in the field, screaming hoarsely.

It's strange, I could still hear the noise before, but now I can only hear the gurgling sound of Ren Zuzu gulping water from his mouth and down his throat.

The gurgling sound lasted for quite a while, but I forced myself to focus on the match in full swing on the field, but the sound of water stopped.

"Like watching tennis?"

'Focus!focus!Meito-san is not playing badly." Thinking of this, he tried to distract his thoughts and focus on the game, "Actually, I don't understand much."

"Sushi... Do you like works from the Showa era?"

"What?" She didn't understand the sudden change in the subject.

"Kenji Miyazawa, one of the representative writers of the Showa era." Ninzu paid attention to the competition in front of him as if casually talking about this topic.

"I didn't know he was a Showa era writer."

I don't know whether it was Mingto's good shots on the court that made him feel happy, or his own words made people laugh, so he suppressed a smile, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Nowadays few people can say the words in these so-called ancient books."

After a while of silence, Renzu's voice rang out again, "Are you a house girl?"

"No. Why do you ask that?" The change of topic once again made him confused about the train of thought of Ninzuzu's chat.

Shinozu finally looked away from the arena and stared at himself as if no one else was there, "According to the information filled in your student file, it says that you moved to Tokyo in mid-June, I'm just curious how many months you have been in Tokyo Besides, the home address filled in above is not far from the school, and you can walk there in 5 minutes, I really want to know how Sushi-kun got lost and missed the opening ceremony this morning?"

This well-founded speculation immediately made her speechless. Before she could figure out how to complete the lie that had been exposed, she said with restraint, "I didn't mean to read your files. Remember I'm the class monitor, and Ms. Nako asked me to take care of the students who are directly admitted to the school, so give me the files of you and a few others, and let me know about your situation. You don't mind, do you? If I Offended you."

"No, of course not." But she still didn't know how to explain that she wasn't lost but overslept.

"If you didn't get lost this morning and missed the opening ceremony, I'm relieved. If you really lost your way, I'm still worried that I have to make a map for you every day." Ren Zu returned to his lazy and teasing tone, "But as the monitor, I I think I am obliged to remind you, if you have something difficult to tell me, and in the future if you have the same situation as this morning, maybe it will be difficult for me to explain to the teachers, after all, the excuse of getting lost..." Speaking of this He paused, "I think it can only be used for a week for the time being."

"I understand what you mean, Ninzu-san. I won't trouble you!" She was even grateful that Ninzu could remind her like this as an ordinary classmate.

Renzu chuckled a few times, turned back to continue watching the game on the field, and said in a nonchalant manner, "I only think about how to help you get over it, and I don't think you have any troublesome behavior for me."

I really don't know how to continue this topic, so I can only let the noise around me return to my eardrums.

That day, Ryo Mingo won the competition.

I quietly left the training ground when I couldn't find my whereabouts while the crowd was flocking to the venue to celebrate.

She remembered reading in a book that in every conversation, the person who keeps asking questions must be the one who is actively attacking. On the contrary, if one party always maintains the pattern of answering an answer instead of creating another question to continue the topic , It must be because I have a solid armor and turned on the defense mode, not wanting to let the other party know too much, or because I am afraid of being completely influenced by the other party.

Before she could figure out which one she was, another question left her no time to worry about it.

Tobecontinued……