[Net King] Pilgrim

When Echizen Ryoma went to practice for two days on weekends, Machida spent the whole day in the school's practice room.

Because of recovering from a hand injury in the past few months, she has been very careful in class, and she did not dare to let go of the dance performance, so she missed a lot of exercises, so after recovering, she gradually increased the intensity to pick up what was left behind.

She tied up her dancing shoes, stood in front of the bar, pressed her legs, opened her shoulders, and went through all the exercises in class.

Machida sometimes feels emotional. When she was in junior high school, she still felt that she was not good at singing and dancing at the same time, but now she does this kind of thing every day, and even sings, dances and acts at the same time, and enjoys it. Life is really amazing. Filled with many unknown possibilities.

It's just this basic skill...it's really impossible to practice for a day.In particular, her dance skills are not strong. Although the teacher commented that her innate conditions are not bad, after all, she started late and only started contacting in her teens. She really suffered a lot in terms of flexibility.

At noon, Machida sat against the wall, patted his sore limbs, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

She didn't meet Echizen Ryoma for two days on the weekend. His training seemed to be very intense, and he could hear his fatigue on the phone at night.But she can also feel that he is working tirelessly for his goal, even if it is hard work, that hard work is accompanied by a happy and enjoyable mood.

She picked up the phone and looked through the call and text messages between her and Echizen Ryoma in the past two days. Although there were not many of them, it was true that they were dating.

Covering her irrepressible smile with her mobile phone, she continued to practice vigorously after a while.

After lunch, he practiced until the afternoon. Machida checked the time and was about to pack up and leave when the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly.

It was a video call from Hisa Machida.

It's not just him on the other end of the screen, but also his parents and grandpa.

Machida put down his things and sat down on the floor with a smile.

It should be very late in Japan at this time. The three elders were both happy and worried, and kept telling her that safety was the most important thing. She couldn't help the tip of her nose turning sour while talking with her family.

The small screen couldn't fit four people, so Machida was directly out of the game, and finally reached for the phone to talk to her.

"Mom and Dad have been worried about the injury on your hand." He walked back to the room with his mobile phone, "Are you really all right?"

"I'm fine, now it's just applying ointment to remove the scar." Machida Kazu was very serious, "I'm worried about you, and grandpa doesn't seem to be energetic."

"I was woken up by the sound of rain during my afternoon nap, and I lost my temper, and I didn't eat well for dinner." He laughed, "I just wanted to call you, and sure enough, when Grandpa saw you, nothing happened."

Machida breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. How about you, how is your work?"

"Accommodating pretty well..."

The phone in his hand suddenly vibrated twice, and a text message popped up on the top of the screen.

She paused, unconsciously curled the corners of her mouth, not hearing Machida's words just now, "...what did you say?"

"I said, I'm going on a business trip to Dublin next month..." Hisashi Machida saw her little expression, and paused for a moment, "What's so happy about winning the lottery?"

"What prize did you win? It's just a text message." Machida raised his eyebrows.

He sneered, and said casually, "Succeeded in receiving a text message, did your boyfriend send it?"

"Ah."

"..."

There was an instant silence.

"Did you have a boyfriend? When did it happen? Why didn't you tell me?" Machida asked three times without panting.

"Isn't that what you're talking about, and it's just been dating, it's been less than a week... why should I tell you so much?" Machida stopped immediately, and sat with his knees leaning against the wall, remembering the business trip he just said, Ask him how long he will be going.

"About a week." In Machida's view, her words at this time were suspected of diverting the topic, "Don't change the subject."

"..."

Thinking that he felt a little emotional, Machida lowered his tone, "Is he Japanese?"

Machida thought for a while, "Strictly speaking, he is an American."

Well, Echizen Ryoma's nationality is American.

"But he..."

"American?!" Machida Hisashi raised his voice unconsciously, and straightened his phone, "Are you planning to get married and move to the United States?"

"...Married?" Machida asked anxiously, "You're talking too far, I haven't graduated yet."

"Then you mean, get married after graduation?"

"...can you stop talking about marriage!"

……

The other end of the phone seemed to be on dynamite. After thinking about it, Machida decided to wait for Machida to "calm down" before telling him about Echizen Ryoma. He just smiled seriously and said, "He's fine." , you don’t have to worry. My injury is fine, I will take care of myself, and you should also take care of your health.”

I don't know if the person on the other end listened, hung up the phone, Machida picked up the backpack, and found out the text message just now.

It was Echizen Ryoma who asked her if she was still in school, seeing that the weather outside seemed to be raining, and told her to go back early.

Machida pursed his lips and smiled, and replied, "Well, I'm on my way back now."

The sky was gloomy, with occasional winds, she wrapped her coat tightly and walked back to the apartment quickly.

When there were still a few meters away from the door of the apartment, it was pouring rain, and Machida quickly ran up the steps to enter the building.

After going back, she took a shower. She rubbed her sore limbs, sat at the desk, and prepared to write out the outline of the small paper assigned in class.

The topic had been determined long ago. She flipped through the literature at hand and started typing on the computer.

The rain outside the house fluctuated from time to time, and it lasted for more than an hour before it stopped.

The weather gradually turned sunny, as if it had never rained just now.

When searching for relevant academic journals on the Internet, Machida remembered that many articles on the Internet could only see the abstracts on her computer due to permission issues.

She struggled for a while, sighed, and finally changed her clothes, dried her hair, and went to the library.

On the tenth floor of the library, the view from the window is excellent. The sunset light is reflected in the sky, overlooking the bell tower of the main school building in the distance, the scenery is majestic and magnificent.

Machida took out his cell phone to take a picture of the scene that was amazing no matter how many times he saw it, and sent it to Echizen Ryoma.

Added a sentence: "I have always felt that the campus seen from the tenth floor of the library is just right."

After 10 minutes, Echizen Ryoma replied, "It's beautiful. Did you go to the library?"

"Well, it's easier to look up some information on the school's computer, so it came out again."

Echizen Ryoma sat on the edge of the court and drank some water. Looking at the photos on the phone screen, he seemed to be able to imagine the scene of her pointing the phone at the sky.

Then I remembered a long time ago, the evening when he and Machida were on duty in the same group for the first time, and remembered how she stood by the window to take pictures before he left.

Putting the water bottle aside casually, he typed a few words, "Do you remember the first day we were on duty together?"

As soon as Machida sat at the computer desk in the cubicle, looking at the phone screen, what popped into his mind was the day when Echizen Ryoma called her by the wrong name.

"Remember, what's wrong?"

One minute later, the other end sent, "That day you stood by the window to take pictures of the sunset, and I thought you were beautiful at that time."

Machida was stunned when he saw the message, then the corners of his mouth opened, and he couldn't stop lying on the table, his shoulders trembling slightly, and he laughed silently.

At that time, she must have never imagined that Echizen Ryoma, who was so indifferent when he was on duty, would now say love words that hit his weakness.

It’s almost eight o’clock in the library. In the first time, Machida couldn’t help but think of that text message, and tried to block it for a long time before he set his mind to study.

She got up to get a glass of water, and when she returned to her seat, she pressed her cell phone, and there was a text message from Ryoma Echizen.

"Still in the library?"

She put down the water glass and replied, "Well, there is still a part to write, and I won't be back very late."

Machida stretched and continued to write the outline in front of the computer.

Less than 10 minutes later, she suddenly felt a knock on the top of her head, which was neither light nor heavy.

She was startled, covered her head and turned her head, and saw Echizen Ryoma standing behind her, looking at her with eyes showing her scarf, bent slightly, and then handed over a box of... chocolates?

He raised his eyebrows, "I'm afraid your brain is not enough, add some sugar."

Bad excuse.Machida couldn't help smiling, stroked his head, took it, and lowered his voice, "Why are you here?"

"Because you are here."

His normal look and tone made her ears warm, "...I didn't ask you this. I thought you would go back to rest after a day of training...Huh? Where's your tennis bag?"

"It's in the club. I'm okay, I'm not very tired." Echizen Ryoma dragged the empty chair next to him and sat down. There was little movement, and he sat on the chair and turned half a circle. "You said in the text message that you are on the tenth floor. By the window, I found it."

The hall was quiet, and his voice was very soft.

Machida couldn't help showing a smile, lowered his head to open the chocolate box, and handed it to him first.

Echizen Ryoma shook his head slightly, "I won't eat it, it's too sweet."

Machida withdrew his hand, "This brand is delicious." He took a piece out of it and put it in his mouth, then closed the box and put it on the table, "I haven't finished writing yet, you..."

"I'm waiting for you."

The sweetness of that chocolate melts in my heart.

She smiled slowly, nodded, "It won't be long." Then she turned around, speeding up her efficiency and struggling with homework.

Echizen Ryoma put one foot on the ground, stopped the chair that was swaying slowly, and watched her turn the pages of the book from time to time, type on the keyboard, and concentrate on it.

In fact, there was nothing wrong, I just wanted to come to see her, and I didn't go back to the apartment after the training, so I came directly to the library.

When passing by the store, he remembered that she said she liked a certain brand of chocolate, so he went back and bought a box.

Echizen Ryoma smiled a little, looked away, took a sports magazine from his backpack, and sat quietly by the side to read it.

It was already dark outside the window, and the hall was brightly lit. Occasionally, some students talked in a low voice, and it was very quiet.

The clock pointed to nine o'clock, and Machida typed the last word on the computer, exhaled slightly, and rubbed his stiff neck.

Turning her head, seeing Echizen Ryoma was concentrating on the magazine in her hand, she stretched out her hand and lightly poked his shoulder.

He met his gaze and whispered, "Let's go."

Echizen Ryoma nodded and stood up, "Finished?"

"Well, let's do this first, and we will change it later."

Machida tidied up his things lightly, and when he got up to put on his coat, he realized that he had been too full this day. He spent several hours in the practice room during the day and sat in front of the computer all night.

When they took the elevator, it was just the two of them, with their backs leaning on the sedan chair.

The elevator descended slowly, and she held Echizen Ryoma's arm, leaning against him with little strength.

Echizen Ryoma turned his head to look at her, "Tired?"

"A little bit, maybe it's because I've practiced a lot during the day these two days, and before... I missed a lot of practice." She smiled, "Just go back and sleep."

He held her hand slightly tighter, "I'll take you back." He looked at her schoolbag, "Do you want me to carry your schoolbag for you?"

Machida smiled, "It's okay, I can take it." She turned her head to look at him, her cheeks were covered by the light brown scarf, but still couldn't hide the handsome outline, "I suddenly felt that I didn't seem so tired."

Echizen Ryoma's slightly upturned eyes were smiling, and he looked straight ahead, "Are you tired or not?"

Machida turned around with a giggle and leaned on his shoulder.

With you here, I won't be tired.

When the elevator arrived at the first floor, in front of the glass door of the library, Echizen Ryoma saw her buttoning her coat and pulling up her scarf before opening the door.

He lowered his head slightly, and caught a glimpse of her rubbing the sides of her legs with her hands when she was arranging the hem of her clothes, and when she straightened up, she took off the strap of her schoolbag.

He thought for a moment, and reached out to hold her after leaving the library.

Machida stopped in doubt, and was about to ask what's the matter, when he saw Echizen Ryoma hung the backpack on his arm, turned his back and squatted down, "Come on, I'll carry you."

She was stunned, "Huh?"

"Aren't you tired?"

She finally came to her senses and hurriedly said: "It's okay, I can walk, it's very close...and you've been training for a day..." She subconsciously wanted to help him.

He grabbed her hand to hold him, "I'm fine." After finishing speaking, he deliberately dragged his voice to urge her, "Hurry up—"

Machida couldn't help but chuckle, this guy is really... Fortunately, there is no one at the entrance of the library, otherwise the two of them must be eye-catching.

He didn't give him a chance to refuse, so she had no choice but to stretch out her arms and climb onto his shoulders with a slight effort.He carried her firmly on his back, and walked on the road under the moonlight.

"Why are you so light?"

"Is that so...Actually, I've been a little heavier recently, and I'm carrying a schoolbag..."

"Oh, why are you so heavy?"

"..." She became angry from embarrassment, raised her hand and patted his shoulder, and saw the obvious smile on his side face under the streetlight.