[Net King] Queen

"So, why did you come to me?"

Nishihara looked at Sanada and Yanagi who stopped him.

Back to yesterday evening, the Tennis Club went to Tokyo to visit the Minister together after the election club activities.At that time, Yukimura had adjusted his mentality and was willing to actively cooperate with the doctor's rehabilitation treatment in order to return to the court as soon as possible. He did not lose control of his emotions and drive away as before.After the people who came here to chat and fight all left, Sanada and Yanagi stayed and Yukimura reported the overall status of the tennis club.

Leaning on the head of the bed, Yukimura thought for a while after listening, and said: "Nio and the others are alright, but Sanada and Renji, you have spent too much effort on the training of non-selected members. What we need now is to strengthen Members who are officially selected and non-selected members will not help the national competition."

The words were so cruel that both Sanada and Liu took it for granted, because this is the skinny reality.

No matter how much the current non-candidates are strengthened, it is impossible for anyone to win the current main election in just two or three months. On the contrary, Sanada and Liu have to sacrifice part of their training time to take care of them. Nothing.

"We are a society, not a club."

If it is a club, those who are not strong enough will be kicked out early.

"Then, how about finding a manager to take charge of this matter? You can concentrate on preparing for the national competition, and the manager will take care of the unqualified candidates."

Liu Siliang, although Yukimura used a deliberative tone, basically he would not change what he said, "It's a good way."

Sanada didn't object, and a figure flashed in his mind.

"Does Liu know anyone suitable for this position?"

"There is one, Nishihara from Group I of the third year."

After Yukimura said he was looking for a manager, he had already gone through the people he knew in his mind, and Liu flipped through his notebook.

"Nishihara Geiko, in the same class as the Jackal, a member of the student union, who is exempted from the exam and directly promoted to the senior department, so there is no academic pressure and no club. Recently, he seems to be interested in tennis, and he will watch the tennis club practice."

"Geiko...?"

"ゲイコ" Liu gestured in the air, "There are no Chinese characters, male."

It’s not that they want to discriminate against girls, it’s just that female managers often cause a drag on the tennis club. It’s been a long time since Yukimura entered the tennis club without female managers. Even if you know that not all girls have plans for players, it’s still better to directly choose male managers. save trouble.

"Well, it seems like a good candidate, so I'll leave it to you."

So there is the above scene.

"Most of the people we know have club activities, and those who don't have club activities are also facing entrance exams. Nishihara-kun's work ability in the student union is obvious to all. Recently, he seems to be interested in tennis. Being the manager of the tennis department can watch the training closely."

Curving the corner of his mouth, Nishihara didn't answer right away.

"Of course Nishihara-kun can raise any questions or requests, and we can reach an agreement."

As long as it's not too much, everything is negotiable. Liu hopes to finalize the matter of the manager as soon as possible. If Nishihara agrees, he doesn't need to bother to find someone else.

"The head of the tennis club is Yukimura-kun, right?"

"The matter of the manager was proposed by Yukimura."

Sanada thought that Nishihara thought they were overreaching, and explained in a deep voice.

"Ah, that's not what I mean. But I want to discuss with Yukimura-kun face to face before making a decision. Is it convenient?"

"Yukimura said it's okay today." Liu raised his mobile phone to signal, "I'll see you at the school gate after school."

After Liu left, Sanada pursed her lips and asked, "It doesn't matter if Nishihara-kun doesn't want to be the manager."

Nishihara looked surprised, and replied: "I'm not unwilling, but I believe that Yukimura-kun will have other ideas after seeing me. Instead of changing after Yukimura-kun comes back, it's better to let him see me first."

"Nishihara-kun knows Yukimura?"

"I don't know you, let's put it this way," Nishihara thought for a while, and felt that it didn't matter if Sanada knew about it. "Actually, there are quite a few people who meet your requirements, but most of the reasons for looking for me are—gender?"

"Yes."

There is nothing to deny, Sanada nodded.

Nishihara showed a sly smile, "Sanada-kun, I am a female child."

"Hehe, I see." Yukimura glanced at Nishihara who had just entered the ward and saw the problem, "The uniform is specially made, with dark lines on it."

"Sure enough, you have a keen eye for drawing, Yukimura-kun."

Sanada, who stood by and knew the truth, felt like he had been shot, but Liu showed a rare puzzled expression.

"Jingshi, what happened to Nishihara-kun?"

Yukimura, who got Nishihara's winking agreement, turned his head and replied with a smile: "It should be Nishihara Sangyu. Renji, your information is rarely wrong."

Liu quickly realized that the first thing he did was to open the notebook and make changes.

"But Sanada seems to know already."

"I only found out at noon."

It turns out that the disobedience I felt on Nishihara at the beginning was the same thing. The clothes were not exactly the same as those of ordinary students. If Sanada was not a discipline committee member, he would have to stand at the school gate to watch a large number of students go through the uniform inspection every day. I can't even notice it.

"Do you still want me to be the manager?"

Nishihara tilted his head slightly, Sanada was a little itchy from her hair blowing in the wind, and he didn't want to avoid a faint fragrance.

Yukimura noticed Sanada's slightly entangled and patient expression, even though it was very inconspicuous, and smiled even brighter. Liu caught the flash of interest in his eyes, and helped Sanada light the wax in his heart.

Sanada vs. Nishihara, this is interesting.

"If you don't mind Nishihara-san, I'll leave it to you."

"Well, can you promise me a small request?"

Yukimura held out his hand: "I agree, Nishihara-kun. Please give me more advice, manager."

Talking to a smart person is comfortable, knowing what she wants before asking, Nishihara looked into Yukimura's blue eyes, smiled and held his hand: "Please advise, Minister Yukimura."

What happened?

Sanada has been feeling that his head is not working since noon.

Liu Ze was shocked that he didn't find out the true gender of his colleagues in the student union, so he rushed to collect information and said, "Nishihara-san..."

"It doesn't matter now, but when there are outsiders around, remember to call him Nishihara-kun, Lian Er."

Yukimura interrupted Liu Weijin, knowing what he wanted to do, now is not a good time.

Liu Wenyan immediately wrote in Nishihara ゲイコ's preference column: I don't want to be known by people who are not in the approved circle.

"Tomorrow, I will explain the work to Nishihara-san at the club activities. Renji will keep it. It is not good for girls to go home too late after dark. Sanada will send Nishihara-san back first."

As soon as the manager made the decision, Yukimura began to give orders with the majesty of the minister.

"Farewell."

Nishihara bid farewell politely, Sanada just pressed the brim of his hat.

The door closed, Yukimura looked at Liu, didn't speak, just smiled.

After Jingshi was hospitalized, it became even scarier...

A drop of cold sweat rolled down Liu's forehead, and he decided to sell his teammates.

So Yukimura found out that one day after the Kanto competition, Sanada went into the health room and someone helped him rub medicine on his face; the next day, Nishihara started haunting the teaching building, watching the tennis club practice; after knowing that Sanada saw Nishihara's figure , the frowning eyebrows loosened a lot, and he would look over there pretending to be okay during the training break; knowing that Liu nominated Nishihara, although it was true that he was very suitable, most of the reason was because of Sanada's attitude he observed.

"I should be happy for Sanada."

Yukimura, who knew everything, said, and set up a few more lit candles for Sanada on the small coffee table in Liu's heart.

"Senichiro... probably haven't thought of thinking about that."

"Sanada's emotional intelligence is not low. I guess this trip is enough for him to think about. But the timing is not right now. I believe Sanada knows what to do."

Yukimura smiled lightly like a spring breeze in March, blowing the willows like manjusawa in the room.

It's better to help Genichiro change to a bigger coffee table and put candles.

The two who hadn't noticed the conversation in the ward walked side by side, with a long shadow trailing behind, Sanada felt that he should say something.

"Nishihara-s... Jun."

"Ah, it doesn't matter what you call it in private, don't worry too much about it."

"Nishihara-san, I haven't thanked you for the time in the health room."

"I said before I left that you're welcome."

Sanada looked at her sideways.

The setting sun cast a soft orange light on Nishihara's face. There were small dimples above the corners of her curved lips. The shadow softened her masculine face. The roots of the ears between the black hair were very hot, just in time to hear the next sentence.

"I haven't studied tennis moves, but I think Sanada-kun is very good."

He knew that he had few opponents in the middle school tennis world, but in the face of Nishihara's blunt praise, Sanada's ears were still warm and his face had a fever, and he began to rejoice that his dark skin was not easy to be noticed.

"Nishihara-san, are you interested in tennis?"

"I can't say I'm interested." Nishihara looked into the distance with an ethereal expression, and suddenly felt the urge to say something quickly, "I recently discovered my younger brother's obsession with tennis. He is obviously such an arrogant person. After being frustrated, he should turn around and leave proudly, but he is willing. Let go of your arrogance and accept things that would have been discarded as charity before. I am happy to see such maturity, but I am also puzzled. I want to know what kind of sport tennis is, and it can change people so much .”

The pampering in her tone made Sanada feel a little blocked, and the blood that had been speeding up just now returned to calm.

"Watching the training of the tennis team, everyone is eager to win. I feel tired after watching the daily training volume, but no one misses once, and even stays after club activities to continue. I also want to try that feeling, Work hard with everyone for a goal and support each other, and you will be very happy when you win the championship, and feel that all the sweat is worth it."

She turned around, met Kami Sanada's eyes, and smiled apologetically, "Ah, I'm sorry to say so much, Sanada-kun must be getting bored."

"Nothing, I'm glad to know what Nishihara-san thinks."

Sanada replied seriously, the breath he was holding has dissipated.

Nishihara was stunned by his eyes, he slowed down unconsciously, and then smiled, facing the fading sunlight, his whole face was full of smiles, very bright.

"Sanada-kun is really a considerate person."

Thump, thump.

His eyes were filled with Can Xiao, and he could only hear the beating of his own heart like a drum.

For the first time in his life, he looked away in embarrassment.

"My home is here."

He let out a long breath, Sanada couldn't get along with Nishihara anymore today, he was alternately happy and upset, his chest almost had a big hole popped out by his heart.

Nishihara stood still, "Thank you for sending me back, Sanada-kun."

"It's right to send girls home."

"See you tomorrow."

"Wait," after hesitating, he still said, "Nishihara-san go up and say hello to me."

The girl's eyes widened slightly, and even he could feel the instant joy, and she smiled: "Okay, just call me Nishihara."

"Nishihara...call me Sanada."

Nishihara closed the window, Sanada left after his figure disappeared by the window.

Put your hand on the left chest, press it hard, and press back all the throbbing and buds that are about to break through the ground.Shaking his head, letting his mind only think about the national competition, Sanada returned to his usual serious and determined expression.

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