The king of nets waits for the flowers on the other side to bloom

——————————— I am the dividing line of the tennis team’s training ground———————

Masami, who watched Jingwu brother and Yushi playing tennis since she was a child, is not unfamiliar with tennis, but the scene in front of her...why...so...weird...

On the court, the tall dark-skinned boy and the short kid in the hat stared at each other and provoked each other. Qingxue Zhengxuan on the side all looked like they were possessed by Zhou Zhu, feeling the excitement around him. As the surrounding temperature got lower and lower, Masami rubbed her hair with a headache.

Returning the schoolbag in his hand to Masami, Minister Bingshan walked into the stadium for collective control...

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"Assemble." Master Bingshan gave an order, and the noisy stadium immediately fell silent, and everyone stood in line obediently.

"This is the new manager of the tennis department." There was no warm voice, but it made people feel extremely relieved.

"Little..." Eiji's unspoken words were abruptly regurgitated by Tezuka.

"Hi everyone, I'm Fuji Masami from Class 3, Class 6. I'm 13 years old. You can call me Masami, otherwise you will call me Masami. I will be the manager of the tennis club and carry out club activities with you in the future. Please support me Take care." The setting sun coated the girl's somewhat pale face with a layer of soft gold, and the girl's soft smile still makes people's hearts flutter when recalled many years later.

"So it's Senior Fuji's younger sister!" There was a small commotion in the queue.

"Cough" Tezuka coughed lightly, and the stadium became quiet again, "In order to improve the team spirit of the members of the same grade, the cleaning of the stadium, the recycling of sports equipment and the cleaning of towels will still be done by the new members of the first grade. Yami, you only need to Responsible for the health care and service work of the selected team members. That's it, disbanded."

...Uh...you only need to be responsible for the health care and service work of the selected team members?Doesn't that mean you don't have to do anything?Masami thought about what Tezuka had just said in her little head, and after reaching such a conclusion, she glanced quietly at Tezuka who was discussing something with Oishi, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, showing a beautiful smile.

"Hey, can you throw me the ball." An arrogant voice floated over.

"Oh." Yami, who was still thinking about the interesting lecture just now, picked up the yellow ball at her feet in a daze, and threw it towards the source of the sound.

"Ah~ who hit me?" Eiji covered his victim's head, furious.

"Her." The instigator of the incident immediately shirked responsibility.

"Obviously you told me to throw it over there!" Facing those amber cat eyes, Yami suddenly had a bad intention to tease him.

"C'mon, he loses the ball so badly, he's still the manager of the tennis club. Madamadadane" You brat, whoever doesn't open the pot and lifts it, right?OK, you wait.

"That's much better than 151 not being tall. Hmph!" With a curl of her lips, her delicate willow eyebrows raised, and for the first time, another more vivid expression appeared on her somewhat pale face besides a gentle smile and coquettishness.

"Cut." The amber cat eyes glanced at Yami, and walked out of the court with the racket in hand.

"Hey! Wait!" The girl became a little out of breath from the trot distance.

"..." The proud little prince turned around and had two more boxes of milk in his hand.

"Take it back...drink, just now...during...the training...it's good for your body..." Yami panted heavily.

"...You are not only responsible for the main election..." The cat-eyed little prince wanted to refuse awkwardly, but Yami stopped him before he could finish his sentence.

"You will be the main candidate. This is called initial investment, do you understand?" After adjusting her breathing, Yami showed a mischievous smile on her face.

Pulling the brim of his hat awkwardly, Ryoma unexpectedly put away the two boxes of milk.

"Thank you... Also, your physical strength is really not ordinary." This was Ryoma's farewell speech to Masami after turning around.

Masami raised a row of unglamorous black lines on her head, clenched her fists tightly and shouted, "Echizen Ryoma! You awkward kid!!!" (Hey, you are only one year older than others, okay?)

Looking at the back of the little boy walking farther and farther under the setting sun, Ya looked up at the sky full of sunset glow in a good mood, and thought: Fortunately, Zhou Zhu was called to the activity room by Guoguang to discuss things, otherwise he would see him just now. The way he ran here, he was going to die... Ah~ I'm so hungry~ Why hasn't Zhou Zhu come out...

"The probability that Tezuka abducted Xiaoya to the tennis club because of her physical condition is 90%; Xiaoya just ran 55.3 meters, and the probability that Tezuka and Fuji saw it through the window of the activity room is 95%, so they are angry The probability is 100%; Xiaoya has an 80% chance of subduing the freshman Echizen Ryoma, who is a freshman with stinky farts." The lens flashed, and a figure flashed out from behind the cherry blossom tree by the roadside, muttering something.

After listening to that spell-like monologue, a certain girl froze in place gorgeously.

"Xiaoya ran very fast just now." If you ignore the gloomy tone, Bu Er's expression is no different from usual.

"Too careless." Mr. Bingshan said with a cold face of a frozen polar bear.

"I..." A certain person lowered his head guiltyly, not daring to turn around to face the two people with strong aura behind him, and gave a hard look by the way, damn it, knowing that Zhou Zhu and Guoguang saw it in the activity room I didn't say it earlier... I was killed by you...

Fuji said slowly, "I will tell my sister to cancel your dessert this month."

"Zhou Zhu~" Yami wanted to cry but had no tears, "Is it better to be shorter~" She blinked at Fu Er with her pitiful big eyes.

"...Half a month." An ugly black line appeared on Fuji's forehead.

"Guoguang...he is contributing to the tennis club..." A flattering smile appeared on his delicate face.

"..." The corner of Tezuka's mouth twitched, "One week...too careless."

"But..." Just as I was about to continue to refute, I heard Buer's pleasant voice, "If Xiaoya continues to bargain, I think it's better to resume the month before, nei, Tezuka?"

"Ah, absolutely no running again." Tezuka echoed.

"Hai, hai, Minister." It's a virtue to accept it when you see it-0-, Masami stuck out her tongue dryly, walked up to Fuji and Tezuka, and smiled sweetly.

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