king of yokohama

You don't have too much entanglement with the question of what Mori Ogai wants.You have been a fighter in two lifetimes, and you are smart, but you are still a little tender in the eyes of those wits who specialize in conspiracy and tricks.

However, you know that Mori Ogai's mind is as deep as the sea, and often when others try to figure out his intentions, they have already fallen into his trap.

So to deal with this kind of person, your coping method has always been to listen to the tune and not to listen to the announcement.

Listen to the tune because you are always a member of the port mafia and must obey the leader's dispatch. You don't listen to the announcement because you don't want to see Mori Ou. Except for emergencies, the leader usually asks you to meet him and then assign tasks. You don't have to go or even listen.

As the leader, Mori Ogai can send you on a mission, but if you want to ask you to meet him alone, you are unlikely to go.You can make some compromises for Yokohama, but bow to Mori Ogai, sorry it's impossible.

Fortunately, Mori Ogai is a leader who sees the overall situation, and he won't do anything to you just because you don't like him in small things.With a character like Tsundere, you can barely stand up.

On weekends, I just come out to play and relax, don't mention unhappy things, and don't think about unhappy people.As for Osamu Dazai, he is a scorer and can be ignored.

Abandoning distracting thoughts, you explained some basic rules of the tennis game to Zhong Ye, and demonstrated several times the standard grip, swing, toss, serve, hit and other actions to confirm that the opponent has almost mastered it, and you walked around the tennis court The net in the middle returned to its own field and played a few rounds to warm up.Theoretical things are always inferior to the experience gained in the game.

What you need to play tennis is physical fitness, self-regulation and control, concentration, tactical literacy, etc., but in the eyes of your type of human beings, sports competition itself is a very meaningless thing.

Because winning within the rules is so easy, it doesn't make sense.No one is really foolish enough to think that combat in real life is turn-based.

You won or lost for a few rounds, and you felt that Chuya’s sense of the ball became active. You bumped the ball with your hand, calculated the strength and angle, and threw it vertically higher than 16cm. When you hit the ball with your racket Rub/rub hard against the tennis ball to the left.When the spinning yellow/□□ ball hits the opponent's court, it is normal, but because the ball is spinning, it spins unexpectedly in the opposite direction when the tennis ball bounces.

That's right, this time you are hitting the outspin serve that "it is said that few adults can hit it well" in the world of the prince of tennis.

Apparently, Osamu Dazai, who was watching from the sidelines, was stunned by the serve that hit the opponent's face after landing a strong spin.He seems to have guessed that you were uneasy and kind when you asked him to play tennis.

Because it was stipulated in advance that abilities cannot be used during the game, the red-haired boy on the opposite court flashed and nimbly dodged the tennis ball that was violently flying towards his face.

Zhong Yuanzhong also used his eyes to silently accuse you of retaliating against him as a rookie. When he turned around and saw the smoking tennis ball embedded in the barbed wire, the corner of his mouth twitched. If it hit the face, it would definitely disfigure it!

You glanced at Osamu Dazai who was standing outside the tennis court eating melons.Dazai Osamu put down the watermelon in his hand, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and threw a new tennis ball over.

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his hand to catch the fluffy new ball. His serving routine is very simple, that is, the kind of play that does not require any skills and is done recklessly.

Staring at the tennis ball that looks so fierce, you are more serious.In fact, you and a beginner like Zhongya are not very good at playing, because this guy is too reckless, every time you hit back your tiger's mouth is shaken numb, and you almost missed the bat a few times.

"Try this trick." You smiled slightly, teleported to the yellow/color ball, stepped forward with arms bent, and shot/shot/the whirlwind tennis ball back, "Moby Dick!"

You directly used the last move of the Fujisuke Triple Counterattack.You secretly learned this trick when you hooked up with Yumiko Fuji in the world of Prince of Tennis. Although you didn't understand those principles, it's still no problem to imitate them.

The tennis ball flew to a vertex with the wind and fell towards the ground. With a "snap", it hit the position in front of the bottom line of the opponent's field accurately, but it didn't bounce up immediately after landing, and stopped in place Spinning at high speed.

Intuitively, the counterattack is not that simple. Nakahara also gripped the racket vigilantly. When he looked back at the ball, he found that the ball had disappeared in place and flew back to you automatically.

As soon as you raised your hand, the bounced tennis ball landed firmly in your palm, still hot.

"Crack-"

Hearing the sound of the phone taking pictures, you raised your eyebrows, and looked sideways at Osamu Dazai who was still holding the phone at you, "Are you taking pictures of me?"

"Because the eldest lady is so cute, I couldn't help but keep this picture." Dazai Osamu lowered his head and fiddled with the phone, and when he heard your question, he raised his head and bent his eyes, and said with a smile.

"That's it for today." You are surprised that Osamu Dazai spit out ivory today, and Kazuya, a man with a monster physique, feels tired after playing for so long, so he puts away his tennis racket and looks at the man with dull eyes. The red-haired boy nodded.

"This is superpower tennis! How can a normal tennis ball bounce back by itself!" Zhongyuan Zhong also came back to his senses and complained. . "Why doesn't Dazai need to learn?" He held a tennis racket unbalancedly and pointed at Dazai who was sitting in the shade with a small bench beside him playing with his mobile phone, with a pile of melon rinds piled up at his feet.

"I'm worried that he will die suddenly." You said it bluntly, with Dazai Osamu's physique, you suspect that he will collapse after running for half a game.You just called him in passing this time, but you didn't expect him to actually come.

"I can't help it. After all, I have such a weak physique." Osamu Dazai, who was watching, blinked his eyes, and posed in a vulnerable girly pose. Against his fair and delicate face, it really didn't make people feel out of harmony. "And exercise is good for growing taller. I don't think I need to grow any longer."

"You!" Nakahara Nakaya had a disgusted expression on his face, but when he heard the second half of Dazai Osamu's words, a vein popped out on his forehead, and he was rolling up his sleeves and coming over to give him a beating, when he heard the sound of his cell phone ringing .

The ocher-haired boy paused.Based on what he knew about Osamu Dazai in his previous life, he glanced suspiciously at the other party, took out his cell phone, opened it to look at the screen, and answered the call, resisting his discomfort.

"Chief...well, yes, I'm with Missy." He pursed his lips, as if he heard something puzzling, and frowned, "Come back? Now?"

After answering the phone, Nakahara Chuya used his feet to figure out that Osamu Dazai was doing it, and felt the urge to give the other party the middle finger, "Dazai, wait for me!"

You thought it was Mori Ogai who was acting like a demon again, and you generously expressed your understanding of Chuya's work. You went over to help him put on his hat and tidy up his clothes, gave him a comforting hug, and let him go.

"Come on, it's said that you have to know how to play tennis to join the support team that Miss Ai loves." Osamu Dazai held the mobile phone in one hand and clenched his fist in the other hand as if to cheer, provocatively maximizing his farewell to Nakaya.

But in reverse, the girls who join your support team will all play tennis.You wonder what Osamu Dazai saw.

Flexibly dodging a tennis ball thrown by you, the brown-black haired boy tilted his head and looked at you suspiciously, "Miss?"

"Show me." You walked over and held out your hand to him.Tell him to show you his phone.

"Hey." Dazai Osamu looked normal, flipped his wrist, and showed the screen of the flip phone in front of you.

In the photo with good clarity, the girl with a peach blossom face is wearing a high silver ponytail, holding a camera in one hand and a tennis ball in the other, with a swan-like neck slightly raised, standing on the court in a heroic manner.

She is tall and tall. Between the black sports top and shorts, there is a section of the Sichuan-shaped abdominal muscles with clearly visible muscle boundaries. The lines are smooth and beautiful. From the side, two sunken waists can be vaguely seen. Sexy/sensual/sultry/personal Her waist, two slender legs with fair skin like jade, wearing a pair of white sneakers on her feet, as if the shadows extending from the soles were reflected on the green field behind her, outlining a lovely outline.

Beauty is just one word.Dazai is good at taking pictures, his legs are really long.You took the phone, zoomed in on the girl on the photo and admired it narcissistically, and suddenly found a ochre figure reflected in the purplish pupils of the smiling girl on the screen, you curled your lips, and handed the phone back to Osamu Dazai.

"It doesn't look majestic enough, delete it and take another shot." You returned to the original venue with the racket and tennis ball and posed exactly the same as in the previous photo. I don't care.

"Okay, hurry up." You urged.

Osamu Dazai helplessly pointed his phone at you with a "click", "Is this the way to go?"

"Well, very good." You walked over to him and glanced at the photo, and you were as handsome as ever, then you nodded in satisfaction. "Go back and give you a raise."

The outdoor tennis court is sunny and a bit hot.You received a bottle of water from Osamu Dazai who was smiling when he heard about the salary increase, and when you unscrewed the cap and were about to drink it, you suddenly remembered the story of the male drowning spring.

"Dazai, aren't you curious about what I did at the pet store?" You smirked, "Now I'll let you see it."

"Actually, I'm not that curious..." Osamu Dazai, who was indeed sneaking about your whereabouts, smiled sarcastically, and he had a bad feeling.

However, you have picked up the cold water in your hand and poured it on your head, and the female body has changed visibly with the naked eye.

"Miss?!"

Dazai was not calm anymore.He assured that there is absolutely no problem with his bottle of water, so the problem can only appear on yourself.

"Don't call me Miss." With a rebellious face on your face, you could not help but chuckle when you heard your own clear and crisp voice, "You can call me Young Master instead."

"Okay miss, no problem." Quickly accepting the fact that you can turn sexually, Osamu Dazai looked you up and down for a while, then walked around you again, and suddenly touched his pretty chin and said. "Looking at it this way, the young miss looks a lot like the leader. As expected, they are father and daughter...father and son."

Maybe he thought you were just a child adopted by Mori Ogai, just like the rest of the port mafia, but he didn't expect that there was really a blood relationship.However, an illegitimate daughter?or something else?It's up to him to guess.

"...He is not my father." After a moment of trance, you said calmly, "My parents are dead." Yahua Nobuko died before the age of seven, and no one will remember your true meaning In your childhood on the Internet, you remember all the time, you are a child without parents.

"Mori Ogai is just my adoptive father." You have clearly realized this since your 12th birthday.

You are an orphan.

No one will love and tolerate you so wholeheartedly, no one will never let go of your hand, no one will protect you with their lives, and you have to face everything by yourself.

You occasionally have weak thoughts, and you think, if at that time, you have not escaped successfully, you will die with your mother and father.

Feeling vaguely that he stepped on a thunderbolt, Osamu Dazai, who had been holding his mobile phone, didn't answer your very sensitive words from his standpoint, and just smiled, "Miss is joking."

"Well, it's just a joke." You lowered your eyes and smiled, laughing that you made a mistake to say such a thing to Osamu Dazai, and you were slightly annoyed in your heart but didn't show it, so you went down the steps he gave you, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

You didn't drive or bring your subordinates when you came out this time. Osamu Dazai, a weak man, will be escorted home by you. It's a pity that a person like him died in the assassination of the enemy.

As for you, you used to have a home and then you didn't.You lose your home and then you have it again.Just when you thought you had a home again, you're about to have no home again.

When you get out of the tennis court where the surrounding area is cleared, you are vigilant about your surroundings, walking ahead, and suddenly notice that the footsteps behind you have slowed down, and you turn around in surprise, only to see a new bow-headed man.

"What are you still looking at?" You asked curiously.

"Ah. This." Osamu Dazai pressed a button calmly and showed you the phone.The above is the photo of you just now, because of the distance, it is difficult to see whether the girl on the screen is smiling or arrogant, but the posture is handsome through the screen.

"I've been fascinated by the eldest lady." His iris-colored eyes curved beautifully, and his tone was extraordinarily sincere.

"My handsomeness is invincible." You, who didn't see anything unusual, said narcissistically as a matter of course.

"Yes, yes." Osamu Dazai echoed you perfunctorily.

...You want to hit someone a little bit, but he praised you first, okay?What an attitude!