Iris Wisdom Teeth

In the beginning, Xinyi didn't refuse, but after several months of thinking, I still didn't want to be with myself?

Thinking that there might be such a possibility, Bu Er felt a burst of heartache, and the pain couldn't be more painful.

These conjectures are somewhat reasonable, but it is impossible to know why unless you ask yourself.

My phone doesn't answer...how can I contact you?

Ryoma, how long are you going to hide from me?

---------------TBC---------------

No two, it's actually your friend Atobe who is making trouble...

The chapter on flowers is over, and next is the chapter on flowers & teeth, with dual perspectives!

Flower & Teeth·36

In the United States, the Tennis Open will begin its preliminaries next month.

It is an annual large-scale competition that gathers players from all over the world, and this year's competition is very important to all tennis fans.

Whether it's fans, reporters, or players, their focus is on a Japanese boy—Echizen Ryoma.

Only 21 years old this year, so young, but he has won the Australian Open, Wimbledon, and even the French Open not long ago. He has won three of the four Grand Slams. It has been nearly 30 years since the last world championship. With such excellent results, everyone is full of expectations, looking forward to whether Echizen Ryoma can win this year's US Open and become the current number one in the world.

Many discussion forums began to discuss this game, and the most discussed was whether Echizen could beat Chris, who lost last year, this year. Many people even started to place bets.

Videos of last year's game were repeatedly broadcast, and postings of analysis were also pushed. Now when the TV is turned on, it is likely to be the same thing.

Enthusiastic tennis fans and children even divided the Echizen faction and the Chris faction, arguing about who is better and who is stronger every day...

Things like that—but Echizen himself has reached a level where he has nothing to do with himself.

"Young man, your phone is ringing again──......" At this moment, the old man's voice came from behind him with some impatience.

The United States, a country with four distinct seasons, has very refreshing weather, and the summer weather does not make people feel bored or uncomfortable.

This is Echizen's true home, where he has lived for many years.

It's not Japan, it's not England, it's here.

Although it is in the United States, the layout of the home is a mixture of Chinese and Western, a two-story house with white concrete walls, and when the floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor are opened, there is a small courtyard outside.

Echizen was lazily sitting by the courtyard, looking at the outdoors alone, thinking about something, his eyes just stayed on the sky, Karubin was rubbing his hands, and he just reached out and touched it slightly. The head was used as a comfort, and there was no intention to continue talking.

He didn't even bother to turn his head: "Don't worry about it."

"You should answer it anyway. It's very noisy to make so many phone calls every day." Echizen Nanjiro, the legendary tennis player, the tennis idol of the previous generation, a legend worshiped by people──this legend is completely at this moment Roughly flicking his ears, scratching his chest, he said this to his son with a ruffian look.

Hearing such thoughts, Echizen had only one action—reach out and mute the ringing cell phone that he had left beside him, and then throw it back to its original place and ignore it.

"..."

This kind of unresponsive reaction is extremely boring.Nanjiro looked at his son speechlessly, thinking that this kid has been home for so long, why does he look so dead?

Nanjiro, who has lived in the United States for many years, has long been accustomed to freedom, so he did the same with his son. He has adopted a democratic system in name but a laissez-faire system since he was a child.

It has been more than three years since I left Echizen to other places for him to hone on his own. During this period, the number of times he went home was pitiful, and he could not stay for two days once he came back for a long time. I thought this kid might have forgotten the way home. I just ran back, and it's rare to stay for so long this time...

Could it be because of his filial piety, he wants to come back to be filial to himself... Nanjiro soon knew that he was thinking too much.

The young man seemed to have lost his soul, he was in a daze all day long, he asked him what was wrong and didn't reply, even if he deliberately provoked him, he didn't respond at all, and the phone kept ringing every day! ! !

Just let the phone ring, if you don't see him pick it up, let it go if you don't want to pick it up, but you don't intend to turn it off, let the phone ring to the end, causing Nanjiro to hear the phone ringing every two days when he stays at home for three days.

Hearing too much made Nanjiro feel irritable, and Echizen's lifeless look made him unable to stand it any longer. He walked into the room, and then took out a tennis racket from it.

Throwing the tennis ball and hitting it again, the ball hit the unsuspecting Yue Yue's head accurately.

Echizen covered his head, then glared at his father with a very bad tone: "What are you doing?"

Nanjiro tapped his shoulder with his racket, and tilted his head like a ruffian: "Have a fight?"

"No." After coldly refusing, he turned around and ignored him at all.

"Hey──I'm not in the mood because of a broken relationship?" Nanjiro raised his eyebrows.

"Who is broken in love!!" Hearing the sensitive words, Echizen was really angry, stood up and smashed the ball back to the opponent.

Of course, the ball was easily caught by Nanjiro, and he rubbed his chin and nodded his head in a serious manner, constantly tsk tsk.

"Looking at your appearance, it's obvious that you've lost your relationship. I feel strange. Why do you suddenly want to go home? It turns out that you want to avoid being hurt?"

"That's not true! Don't talk nonsense!" Echizen stood up and growled.

"Well, don't be shy. Seeing that you've been out of your mind these days, I know, Dad. I've been there too, so I understand!"

"Bastard..." Echizen blushed with anger, reached out to pick up the tennis racket that was placed aside, pointed the racket at Nanjiro fiercely, and said, "Let's play a game!"

The provocative method is really easy to succeed, but this kid is still too simple... Nanjiro secretly smiled.

A game unfolded like this, maybe it was because Echizen was in a bad mood, too angry, and his shot strength was completely merciless, but it was also because of this that the style of play was monotonous and he couldn't control the situation delicately. Nanjiro still won easily.

restless restless restless...

The loss made Echizen's mood even worse, and he couldn't calmly compete again, but the result was still the same. He continued to compete like this for an unknown how long, and suffered countless defeats, until his mother Rinko shouted loudly.

"It's time for dinner, aren't you resting yet?"

With such a shout, Echizen came back to realize that the sky was getting dark, and he played continuously until night without knowing it...

The body is very tired, usually his physical strength is not a problem even if he plays from morning to night, but this time he vented all his strength and anger, and his physical strength was almost exhausted, but the bad mood at the beginning was much better. The original sense of explosion is getting weaker and weaker...

He was sweating profusely, and the sweat-soaked clothes were sticky to his chest, which was uncomfortable. He pulled the collar, and the cool wind made him feel more comfortable.

...It seems that I feel a lot more relaxed, and it's not bad to vent like this.

Echizen silently looked at his out-of-the-ordinary father, who seemed to be running and jumping easily, but was also covered in sweat.

Noticing his gaze, he also showed him a big smiling face with white eyes.

At dinner time, Echizen, who came down to the dining room table in sweat after washing, was a little dazed looking at the dishes on the table.

Nanjiro, who was at the side, also noticed the sumptuous dishes on the table, and exclaimed, "Hey, is it a big day today?"

Echizen thought about it, it seems like nothing, right?It's not a birthday, a festival, or even an anniversary...

Seeing his son's appearance, Lunzi explained with a smile: "It's rare to go home, and I want to show off my skills. Today's dishes are all favorites of Ryoma."

"..." Echizen felt warm at his mother's thoughtfulness.Indeed, it has been a long time since I ate dishes cooked by my mother.

"Usually I don't get this kind of treatment..." Nanjiro seemed to be unwilling, and then pointed to Echizen: "Young man, I am grateful!"

He stared lightly, ignored him, took a bite out of it, bit it down, chewed and swallowed it in his mouth, and there was a puzzled silence.

"...?"

It's not that it's unpalatable, it's still delicious, but what's so weird...?

Obviously, I should get used to the smell of my mother...

"Isn't it delicious?" Seeing the other party's silence for a while, Lunzi took a mouthful curiously, and felt that there was nothing wrong with the taste.

"I just feel..." The words were so hesitant that even he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Hey, you've been raised so well outside, you kid, you're going to pick and choose, so let's see which girl can stand you!" Nanjiro pointed at the other party with his chopsticks, and reprimanded him.

And having said that, Echizen finally found out what was wrong.

It's not because Rinko's cooking is not good, but because "his" food is better...

Have you gotten used to the other party to this extent...?

Thinking of the other party, Echizen pursed his lips, feeling at a loss what to do, but at this time the phone rang again.

Looking at the name of the incoming call displayed on the top of the phone, Echizen's mood was very complicated, he stared at the screen silently, and did not answer it for a long time──

"Ryoma, are you not answering the phone?" Rinko opened his mouth at this time, and then asked doubtfully, "I have been calling for the past few days. It must be something urgent, right?"

During the day, Lunzi basically went out to participate in social activities in the community, and would go home in the evening. Even she could detect this, which shows how many times this phone call has been made.

Echizen's body froze, he cut off the phone, and then explained as if nothing had happened: "It's a wrong call, just don't answer it."

"..." these words