[Net King] Pilgrim

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For a long time after the national competition, Echizen Ryoma would have the same dream every night when he went to sleep.

In the dream, there is a blue sky and a green tennis court, and then the scene cuts into the scene where I swing my racket vigorously and knock down the yellow ball that split in two.

The crowd was full of people.

The match against Yukimura Seiichi Echizen Ryoma was very enjoyable.

Although facing difficulties and breaking through himself has always been the part he enjoys the most when playing tennis, but perhaps because the entire Qingxue Tennis Club stands behind him now, from the moment he became a partner with them, he is no longer for I fought myself.

The dream was so clear that it was unreal, so that every time he woke up with sleepy eyes, he felt the cheers were still in his ears, and the joyful mood continued from sleep to reality.

Sometimes he even forgets that the gears of time have been turning silently, and he has already started the second semester of the first year of junior high school in this season of colorful autumn leaves.

Having said that, because the game time of the late US Open and the start time of Aigaku collided, Nanjiro had to call overseas and ask the school to ask for leave in advance. As a result, after everything was arranged, his son was very unhappy. To save face, he missed the final.

He remembered that when Ryoma returned to the hotel with the ball bag on his back at the end of the game, although he sincerely apologized for his behavior, there was no sign of loss on his face, and he asked him: "The flight back to Japan is on the weekend. What time is it?"

Thinking of the way he was sitting on the sofa drinking Ponta in a calm manner at that time, Echizen Minamijiro would probably not believe that his absence from the game was a temporary intention.

After returning to Japan and resting for a few days, Echizen Ryoma reported to school.

It took only half a year before and after, when the cherry blossoms covered the whole of Tokyo Shi Qing Xue was still a strange and vague word to him, but now he stepped into the school gate again with a tennis bag on his back, and he felt full of long-lost feeling in his heart.

Time flies and autumn is long.

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The last English class on Friday afternoon is a quiz.With more than half of the time left, Echizen Ryoma propped his chin and elbows on the completed test paper and fell asleep.

The fact that he returned to Qing Xue to attend classes caused quite a stir in the grade.

Most people had guessed that he would stay in the United States after the Open to complete his studies and prepare for becoming a professional player. Even the seniors in the tennis department had expected this situation.But he not only released the opponent's pigeons on the day of the final, but also appeared in the middle school of Qing Xue a week later without saying a word, attending classes and training as usual.

The seniors who learned of his return dragged him to Hecun Sushi Restaurant to celebrate after his first day back to school, and they were so enthusiastic that they were a little scary.

Echizen Ryoma yawned when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, got up and handed in the test papers, and returned to his seat to pack his things amidst wailing.

Horio on the side looked resigned, raised his head and sighed, "It seems that this time I'm going to refresh my lowest score in English again." Then he turned his head and looked at the opposite table, "Echizen, you are a witness."

The latter packed his schoolbag and put it on the chair, and responded blankly: "It's an honor."

Horio choked, and then said resolutely, "But I'm not a person who will be knocked down if I fail! It's time to show my spirit of getting more and more courageous when I get frustrated!" After speaking, he picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom with his chest out.

Echizen Ryoma glanced at him inexplicably, glanced at the student on duty column on the blackboard out of the corner of his eye, and was taken aback when he saw his name, only to realize that he had to clean up after school.

In fact, during the lunch break today, he was caught by the monitor because he habitually slept on the roof and forgot to be on duty. When he hurried back to the class, he found that most of the students on duty in the same group had finished their work. The laundry room cleaned the mop, and then went downstairs to throw a garbage.

Thinking of this, he scratched his hair in annoyance.

The noise in the campus gradually subsided, and the dusk fell.

When Echizen Ryoma walked around to the last group of desks and chairs in the classroom with a broom, Horio turned back to the classroom panting.

As soon as he stepped in, he said in a depressing tone like a loud speaker, "I even forgot to take my English textbook."

The lights in the classroom were still on.

"Echizen, why haven't you left yet?" Horio walked towards his seat with a surprised expression on his face.

"Ah."

"..."

Horio twitched the corners of his mouth, took a step to the side to look over, Echizen turned his back to him, and was cleaning out the scraps of paper around the seat.

"Ah, I remembered that you are on duty today." While talking, Horio bent down and took out the English textbook from under his desk.

In the next second, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Why are you the only one cleaning Echizen?" He looked around, "Shouldn't there be two students on duty?"

Since the cleaning area outside the classroom is classified as the task of class cleaning from this semester, the number of students on duty every day has also been reduced from four to two.The scope of cleaning has been greatly reduced. As long as two people cooperate well, it will not be too easy to complete.

But looking at the current scene of "fighting alone", how do you think...

"Echizen, have you been tricked?" Horio said nonchalantly.

Echizen Ryoma didn't even raise his eyelids, and continued to sweep the floor. When he got to the vicinity of Horio's seat, he tapped the edge of his shoes with the broom, "Don't get in the way."

"..."

Horio took a step back, and asked casually while stuffing the textbooks into his schoolbag: "Who is the person on duty with you?"

As usual, there will definitely be no response at this time.

Horio closed the zipper of his schoolbag, turned his head to look at the blackboard, but just before he could clearly see the group of names below the blackboard, Echizen Ryoma lightly knocked the dust stuck to the bottom of the broom, and suddenly said:

"Machida Ichi."

Horio was obviously taken aback, and the name in the column on duty at the same time just came into sight.

……what?

He helped his forehead helplessly, intending to remind this kid, but he was interrupted before he finished speaking, "Hey Yoshima, that's obviously..."

"It's Machida Hajime."

A clear voice suddenly sounded at the door of the classroom, leaving a slight echo in the slightly dull dusk.

The two looked at the source of the sound at the same time.

The setting sun penetrated the chessboard-like intertwined clouds and climbed in along the window frame of the classroom, and hit the wooden sliding door in front of the classroom in pieces.

Machida stood by the door, holding a stack of notebooks in his right hand, panting slightly.

Her forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat due to the eagerness of her steps just now, and her slightly disheveled hair was casually tied behind her head by a delicate silver seagull.

Probably because she felt that her appearance was a little abrupt, she adjusted her breathing, straightened the messy skirt folds, and then walked into the classroom.

The moment she raised her steps, her upper body also swayed, and Echizen Ryoma's vision was blackened by the sunlight reflected by the silver seagull.

He frowned subconsciously, and heard Horio say to him in a low voice: "Just don't call me wrong next time!" After speaking, he raised his schoolbag and smiled dryly at the two of them, making an excuse and then disappeared.

The classroom quickly became quiet again.

As soon as Machida walked over, he put the stack of papers in his hand on his desk, turned around, and said calmly but sincerely: "Sorry, I met a classmate who was not feeling well on the way back from the office, so I sent her to I went to the infirmary, so I came back a little late."

She didn't mention the matter of his calling the wrong name at all.

"It's okay." Echizen Ryoma went to the trash can and dumped the last handful of paper scraps into it.

When he turned around, Machida Kazu had already approached him.

She picked up the mop bucket by the wall and smiled at him, "I'll do the rest, Echizen-kun go back first." Before he could speak, she walked to the bathroom with the empty bucket.

Echizen Ryoma saw her walking in the light and shadow through the glass partition of the corridor, and recalled it in his mind for a long time, but he didn't have any impression of this person's name at all.

In fact, he could remember her surname Machida because her homework was too good to be ignored. At least Echizen Ryoma couldn't keep his grades in the top three of his grade since the first semester.

He turned around, clutched the opening of the garbage bag together, and lifted it hard.

-

Once Machida returned to the classroom, the room was quiet and empty.

She put the heavy bucket on the floor near the podium, went straight to the classroom and opened the small half window, and the cool evening breeze came in through the gap like a veil, which made her take a deep breath: "It's so comfortable." ah."

She picked up the wet mop and started from the place closest to the window, and worked patiently along the texture of the floor.

At this time, I suddenly wanted to sing.

She hummed <风の故事> lightly, and when she got to the transition part, she always felt that the tone of the original singer Anri Kumagi rose just right.

Half of the area was soon dragged.

She went to the back of the classroom and opened the windows one by one so that the floor could dry as quickly as possible.

Machida felt that at this rate, she had a good chance of mopping the floor before the song was over.

It's just that sometimes, things develop unexpectedly.

When she was singing the phrase 'よこぎってゆくseason, Junとええる miracle (during the season of migration, we will achieve miracles together with you)', there was a sudden "bang" sound behind her, without any warning, which scared her almost to bite to his tongue.