[Net King] Pilgrim

The movement of his hands finally stopped, and Machida raised his head, "Why? Who did you listen to?" Why didn't she know.

"Exchange students, my friend who studies finance told me that Echizen Ryoma's name is on their class list." Janice was cleaning the measuring cup, not paying attention to her reaction, "If it's not the same name, it can only be me, But their major hasn't started yet, and no one knows about it...hey, why are you going..."

Before Janice could finish speaking, Machida put down the biscuit box and went straight back to the bedroom to get his phone, "I have something..."

Echizen Ryoma has not opened a personal social account, and if you want to know his news, you can only visit the official website homepage.

Machida stood by the desk and refreshed his phone several times. The updated information on the official website finally stayed on the ATP final match more than a month ago.

It seems that it has not been announced in advance.He has always kept a low profile in his private life. After all, he wants to study with peace of mind, and he definitely doesn't want to be disturbed by the outside world.

She sat down next to the edge of the bed, picked out a string of numbers from the phone book, and rested her fingers on it.

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally sent a text message.

"I heard that you are going to come to our school as an exchange student?"

Echizen Ryoma knew that she was studying at Georgia University.The day after watching the French Open, she received an overseas call from him.

It was the first time he talked with her on the phone after he left, and his tired voice paused several times on the receiver end.She was filling out an exchange student application form at school and told him about it.

It took a long time to send the message, but I didn't wait for a reply, but I heard Janice kept urging her to change clothes and go out.

Machida stood up and responded twice, while changing clothes, he glanced at the phone screen, carelessly, almost put his clothes on backwards.

After tidying up, I took more casual clothes and shoes from the closet, and planned to change out of this outfit after the event.

When I went out, I looked at my phone, but there was still no movement.

The building where the student union regularly holds activities is not far from their residence, and it takes only 10 minutes to walk there.

Along the way, Janice shrank her neck and exclaimed that it was cold, and the velvet skirt exposed from the cotton coat was blown against her calves by the wind.Maybe he felt that he was the one who was talking all the time, and he didn't respond, so he turned his head and glanced at the people around him.

As soon as Machida raised his hand, he tightened his coat tightly, and the hand that was pulling the collar was holding the phone, and his absent-mindedness was written all over his face.

Janice was a little puzzled, and was about to speak when she saw the screen of her phone suddenly light up and vibrate twice.

The person involved obviously noticed it, and stopped immediately, looking down.

Janice stood there shivering from the cold. Seeing Machida staring at the phone screen for a long time, frowning in confusion, as if he would not move until he figured it out, she finally couldn't help it, "...can we not stand in the air?" Thinking about it?"

Social gatherings took up the entire student activity room, snacks and drinks were served at the dining bar, and a circle of people surrounded each of the pool tables and game consoles. Under the dim light and shadow, a group of people toasted and chatted, which was very lively.

Machida curled up on the sofa chair in the corner with a bowl of vegetable salad in his arms, his high heels swaying to and fro, his coat covering his legs, and sat in isolation for more than half an hour.

After all, he still cared a lot, took out his phone, and looked at the reply text message again.

"I just got off the plane, I'll talk to you when I meet"

She didn't reply to this news, and it wouldn't be true if she didn't reply.

Let's go back, we've already said we'll meet, let's talk, don't go back, when and where will we meet...?

Machida sighed, picked up some lettuce with a fork and put it in his mouth.

Janice has been stuck at the pool table since she entered the door, she seems to have forgotten that she was shaking like a sieve just outside, and then she will suddenly run over excitedly, "Yi, someone broke your third-order Rubik's Cube record! "

Machida was still on the errands, so he agreed nonchalantly, "Isn't that normal." It wasn't too difficult in the first place.

"It's a blind screw, faster than opening your eyes!"

"..."

Only now did Machida start to raise his head, but he was still not interested. He glanced at the dark crowd not far away, "Who is it?" She is not in the mood to see the skills and true appearance of the master now.

But Janice couldn't hold back and dragged her over, "I don't know, he's blindfolded, let's go and see!"

As soon as Machida’s protest was ineffective, she had to get up and put the salad bowl on the table. Janice dragged her high heels away before she stepped on them. She leaned over and hooked the buckles on her shoes with her fingers. She almost staggered when she pushed the crowd away. Muttering, "That's rude."

Some students saw Machida coming over and called her out. The jokes were the same as what Janice had just said.

It's just that Machida seemed completely unable to hear the chatter and laughter around him, nor could he hear the music surrounding the room, and stood stiffly in place, as if he was in a kind of absolute silence.

With just one glance, the tall and straight figure like a green pine in the crowd instantly locked her full attention.

The man was standing in front of a round table with a recovered Rubik's Cube placed on the table in front of him, facing her sideways, raising his hand to untie the scarf around his eyes.

Obviously hearing someone call her name a moment ago, he put the removed square scarf on the table and turned to look at her.

A few clusters of hazy yellow chandeliers above her head made her feel white and dazzling for a while.

Machida couldn't help holding his breath, watching him strolling towards her, the light blue shirt shone slightly by the light.The slightly stagnant air in the room sneaked into the lungs silently, burning her chest with pain.

Echizen Ryoma looked down at her with a vague smile on his lips, as if he was not surprised by her appearance, his amber eyes were bright, but his voice was exceptionally clear, "Long time no see."

It was really a long time, until Machida Yi curled up her fingers unconsciously, the nails were embedded in the palm, and a real pain was transmitted to the brain, and she was sure that the person standing in front of her was not an illusion created by herself.

The boy who was almost at eye level with her eight years ago, now she had to tilt her head slightly to see his face clearly.The clear and soft facial features, the outline is more tough, the temperament is mixed with the maturity and solemnity that has been accumulated over time, but the eyes are still clear.

Breathing finally became smooth, and fresh air poured into the chest cavity.She loosened her fingers slowly, watching him curl his mouth, "Long time no see."

Echizen Ryoma stood still, listening to her voice flowing into his ears like a filtered spring.Her hair was down, and under the dim light, her childish cheeks were more clear and clean, and she was dressed in a red knee-length mermaid skirt, which made her look like a Bulgarian rose.

Small surprises and screams continued to be heard from all around, and everyone was obviously unbelievable that this popular player in the tennis world suddenly parachuted here.

The only ones who knew that Echizen Ryoma would participate in the event tonight were the heads of the student council.But those few who knew the information, like everyone else, looked at the scene in front of them and didn't know why.

It was only then that Machida realized that there were countless eyes on them, more doubts and curiosity than gossip, and she guessed it might be because 99% of the people didn't understand the two sentences in Japanese just now.

Janice belonged to that 1%, with a stunned expression, concealed that she gently tugged her wrist, and asked her eyes.

Machida moved his eyes from Echizen Ryoma's body to the person beside him, and after a few seconds, he finally reacted and explained, "...We are classmates in junior high school."

"My roommate, Janice." This sentence was said to Echizen Ryoma.

Janice was about to exclaim "I've never heard you say that", but the next second she was silent in time, because she noticed that the expression on Machida's side was unnatural that she had never seen before.

Intuition is not good to ask.

Echizen Ryoma reached out his hand politely to her, "Hi, I'm Echizen." His tone was light but not indifferent.

Machida couldn't help being taken aback. Although it can be seen from his many post-match interviews that his increasingly calm demeanor and his words and deeds have proved that these years of training have indeed made him grow a lot, but at first glance She couldn't help being a little surprised at such an Echizen Ryoma.

Janice greeted him with a handshake, didn't stay long, and left after saying a few words.

Leaving the two of them standing in place, Machida Kazu remembered the doubts he had been full of that night, and was about to speak when Echizen Ryoma suddenly said to her, "Wait for me."

She was surprised, but she also nodded, and then saw him turn around and walk to the round table, with his back turned to talk to the person in charge of the student union.

I don't know what I said, but the small group of students all seemed to be enlightened, with understanding and respectful smiles on their faces.A few fans couldn't help but stepped forward to ask for autographs, and he didn't refuse.

Looking at his back, Machida was unconsciously lost in thought, feeling for a moment that although Echizen Ryoma still exuded that unfriendly aura, but now people can feel his cold and gentleness.

In a daze, he had already walked towards her.

When Machida saw that he looked tired, all his questions turned into concerns, "You've been on the plane for so long, should you go back and rest first?" It won't take too long to get here from the United States.

"I'm fine." He looked down at her with a gentle look on his tired face, "I just came from London, not long..."

He looked as if he had a lot to say but didn't know where to start.

Machida suppressed the surprise in his heart, pointed at the food bar, "Shall we sit down and talk?"

The two sat in a corner of the bar counter with low-key lighting, and took the lemonade handed by the waiter.

Echizen Ryoma rested his arm on the table, holding a water glass in one hand, "I was thoughtful in Glasgow last week. After I settled down, I went to London... It's a training camp for the summer, and I want to deal with it before school starts, so I've been in the past few days. there."

He stopped and added: "I didn't see your text message until I got off the plane."

Machida slowly went through his words, nodded after a while, and was puzzled by the message he replied, "You know I'm here tonight?"

"Well, I happened to see the list of activities." He explained, "I met people from the student union on the day I registered, and they said that if you are interested, you can participate in this activity. I just left an email address, but I did not expect to receive a confirmation list."

"So that's how it was. I was still surprised when I received the message." She propped her chin, and it seemed as if the entanglement she had just had had been resolved at this moment, "But your way of appearing on stage is really special."

He raised his lips, "Sorry, I took your place as soon as we met."

There was no apologetic tone in his tone.

Machida couldn't help but smile.Thinking of the training camp he said, "Then you came to Georgia University to study because of training?"

Echizen Ryoma paused, looking at the ice cubes floating in the water glass, "...No. It's for something else."

Without waiting for her to continue speaking, he turned to ask her, "Are you okay?"

Machida was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting the sudden change of subject, and reacted for a few seconds, "Fortunately, I have gradually adapted to the new environment in terms of study and life." After thinking about it again, he said with a smile, "There are still yin and blah blah blah. I have almost adapted to the cloudy weather.”

She guessed that maybe it was because he was inconvenient to say something, so she stopped asking him about coming to school here, "How about you, how are you doing in America?"

"Taking classes and training, going out to compete, it's quite fulfilling."

"It must be hard work juggling studies and tennis." She took a sip of her lemonade, "Then why did you go to Cornell?"

"There is a reason for training. And there is a 24-hour hospital in the school." He smiled lightly, "The veterinary hospital, I sometimes take pets to school."

Machida was surprised, and searched his memory, "It's... Karubin?"

"Well. You remember."

"Remember, its eyes are beautiful and impressive."

Holding the water glass, Echizen Ryoma shifted his eyes to her face, and the small and delicate fishbone earrings shimmered.

"Would you like to see it?" he asked.

Machida recalled his thoughts from the memory, with a smile on his lips, and looked at him suspiciously.

Fragmented hair hangs on his forehead, his eyebrows are as clear as washing, "It's in my apartment."