[Net King] Please play tennis with the professional me

The match at the Capital Conference was not as smooth as expected. Keben Tianyin, who sprained her foot at the beginning, was forced to rest in the end, and we had to forfeit the doubles one.

However, the others were motivated by this, and the match ended in Sawako Domoto's singles two, and they won the set smoothly.

With a good start, everyone's morale has been greatly improved.When the rare vacation came, Domoto Sawako also gave us a vacation without additional training.

A while ago, I was used to getting up early to work in the department, so I woke up early on the weekend, just in time to receive a call from Echizen Minamijiro: "Let's go out and play tennis."

Anyway, I'm free at home and I have nothing to do, so I readily agreed.

When I packed up and went out, he had already parked the car in front of my house. Ryoma, the co-pilot, took a look at me and yawned a lot.

The car was on the road smoothly, and Longma rested his chin and looked out the window, "Dad, where are you going?"

"My friend's granddaughter is about to start learning tennis. She called me several times to ask me to be her coach." Nanjiro Echizen explained, picking up the gift box of steamed buns in the middle, "Come on, you can eat too."

I twitched the corner of my mouth: "Didn't you say to play tennis?"

"Doesn't being a tennis coach play tennis? I still have a job, Ryoma and Suzu, so I ask you two to replace me."

With sleepy eyes down, Ryoma reached out to take a steamed bun, and blurted out his rejection: "No, why should I go."

I'm equally reluctant: "I don't have energy to devote to beginners."

Before the words were finished, Echizen Nanjiro slammed on the brakes, and I hit the back of the driver's seat. Ryoma also jumped forward and hit his forehead.

"Pain Pain!"

"What are you doing? Get out of the car." Before we could complain, the two of us were kicked out of the car.

Ryoma tried to refuse the job of tennis coach again. Echizen Nanjiro pointed to the steamed bun in his hand: "You can't say no, the steamed bun just now was a gift from someone thanking you for being a coach. Have you already eaten it?"

"Wait, wait! But I didn't eat!" I stretched out my hand, feeling like I was being tricked into a pirate ship.

Echizen Minamijiro completely ignored our persuasion, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Ryoma and I looked at each other, and we could see the reluctance on each other's faces.

"Ah, Master Ryoma! You are really here! Master Ryoma!" A familiar shout came from behind, and I turned to see a familiar person.

Tomoka Kosakata was waving at us excitedly, while Sakurano Ryuzaki was blushing and hugged her tennis racket tightly.

"..." Is this the protagonist's law...

I remember Ryuzaki Sakurano's tennis is not good, let me teach others that I don't know how to play tennis, let's forget it.

I took a step back, "I didn't eat the gift just now, so I'll go first,,"

Fate was grabbed by the back of my neck, and Ryoma pinched my back collar: "My good partner, do you want to run away?"

In the end, I was forced to stay with my "good partner" as a tennis coach.

Tomoka Kosakata and Sakurano Ryuzaki practiced facing the wall, while Ryoma and I sat on the platform beside and watched.

Watching the two girls boringly repeat the counterattack action.I couldn't help but asked Domoto Sawako for some game videos on the phone, and followed the first principle of laziness, and watched the videos silently.

The two girls over there failed to catch the ball at the same time and fell to the ground. Ryoma sighed: "Both of you are trying too hard."

The two accepted the suggestion, and Tomoka Kosakata started practicing again. Sakurano Ryuzaki turned around with an apologetic face: "I'm sorry, Ryoma, I forced you to come."

"It's okay." Ryoma turned his face, and I heard him complain in a low voice, "It's all the old man's fault."

Complaints belong to complaints, but Ryoma still dutifully reminded: "Next, bend your knees a little bit."

Ryuzaki Sakura responded, and waved an empty racket very imposingly.

"...I have to receive it."

The conversation in my ear drowned out the sound of the video, and I silently turned up the volume.

Just as I was watching intently, my ears were touched by warm fingers, and the earphones were taken out. I turned my head to look, and Ryoma put my earphones into his ears as if nothing had happened.

I raised the phone to the middle and analyzed it with him: "This is Bingdi's women's net club, and it is a very strong opponent."

The mobile phone is so big, and the screen will not be too big.It wasn't until the dark green hair swept across my face that I suddenly realized that the distance between Ryoma and I was already very close.

The hands of the two people standing beside them touched each other's fingertips in the middle, but the parties did not notice it.

My body stiffened involuntarily, my hand holding the phone shook, Ryoma withdrew his hand supporting his chin, and held my phone accurately.

—and covered my hands at the same time.

Looking at his face watching the video seriously, I moved the fingertips of the other hand uncomfortably, but this slight touch was felt, and he turned his face sideways with a little doubt.

"..."

From those beautiful amber cat eyes, I seem to be able to see the reflection of my burning face.

He blinked: "Your face is so red."

I couldn't hold back a reply, but Tomoka Kosakata eased the embarrassment and shyness, she shouted over there: "Master Ryoma, look quickly! I hit eleven times in a row."

Ryoma looked away, and I withdrew my hand. I was still a little unaccustomed to the sudden loss of the covering on the back of my hand.

By the time he finished his instruction, I had already put away my phone.

Ryoma: "Don't watch it yet? Haven't finished it yet."

"Be good as your tennis coach." I pointed to those two people, "I can't tell, Kosakata has good motor skills."

Before talking, Ryuzaki Sakurano's ball over there was thrown by her, and she blushed in embarrassment: "I'll go find the ball."

"Sakura, is it okay for you to be alone?"

"It's ok."

I don't think it's okay to watch.To be honest, there are usually such plots, where the heroine is bound to cause trouble if she does something alone, either she gets into trouble, or the trouble finds her.

Then it should be the male protagonist's hero to save the beauty.

I turned my gaze to Ryoma, and he looked back blankly: "What's wrong?"

"Aren't you going to take a look?"

"? Why? Just picking up a ball."

"...It's okay, continue to watch the video?"

After watching the video, Ryuzaki Sakura still didn't come back, instead, Tomoka Kosakata, who went to look for her, came back: "Master Ryoma! Master Ryoma! It's not good! Sakura..."

Good but not bad, the heroine was indeed troubled and approached her.

Her ball ran to the tennis court of a nearby school. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that those cannon fodder maliciously picked up the ball to embarrass her. Ryuzaki Sakura squatted on the ground and tried very hard to find her ball.

The cannon fodder who deliberately made things difficult for her has already started to chase her away. Ryoma's serve accurately passed through the hole in the net and hit the cannon fodder in the face: "Sorry, the ball went in."

This wave of pretense forced me to give full marks.

There are more than 300 balls in the entire stadium. The ball of Tomika Kosakata that Ryoma just scored and the ball of Sakurano Ryuzaki before were held in the hands of two cannon fodder, so they couldn't find them.

"I saw it! There is a mark of a dragon horse, that is our ball. I have 2.0 eyesight, so I can see it clearly!"

Following the direction that Pengxiang pointed, I also saw the two tennis balls with Q version of Ryoma's head painted on them.

The next thing can be imagined with your toes, Ryoma singled out the entire tennis club, and simply won all the tennis back.

On the way back, he sat in the back of the car with the pile of tennis balls.

Tomika Kosakata sat in the co-pilot, and the two seats in the back seat were occupied by me and Sakurano Ryuzaki. Fortunately, Ryoma was relatively petite and could squeeze into the space behind.

"I actually brought them all." Along the way, Ryuzaki Sakura kept turning her head, and she laughed while talking.

Tomoka Kosakata was attracted by her laughter, "What's wrong?"

"Shh," Sakurano Tatsuzaki raised his fingers and leaned forward, whispering, "Ryoma fell asleep over there."

She looked past me, watching Ryoma smile.

Since Ryoma fell asleep leaning against the back of my chair, I don't know what happened to him.

But seeing Ryuzaki Sakurano like this, I was still instinctively upset.

Hitting the back of the chair vigorously, Ryoma behind him was startled awake, gnashing his teeth: "Yuejian Shanling, what are you doing?"

Facing the different eyes of other people, I casually said: "The car shook."

Echizen Nanjiro, who was driving, was unhappy: "I don't know how good my driving skills are. I think some girls' hearts are shaking."

After the episode on the way, Echizen Nanjiro drove the other two girls back home.

Then when I arrived at my house, after I got out of the car, Ryoma followed me for some reason.

"?"

He tugged at his hat, "Are you angry?"

"...why should I be angry?"

"do not know."

The conversation came to an abrupt end here, and I looked at him speechlessly for a while, and Echizen Minamijiro ran away with his car outside the yard.

"Come in first."

As a result, Mr. Longma ate and drank at my house all night, and satisfactorily finished the grilled fish and chawanmushi that he ordered me to cook, but he still couldn't come to a conclusion why I was angry.

There are too many things that make me angry, whether it's the tennis ball with Ryoma's head on it, or the plot where Ryoma's hero saves the beauty, or Ryuzaki Sakura's sleeping face at the end.

If you tell him this kind of thing, he will definitely not understand.

But, whether he understands it or not, I still said: "The two of them drew your head on the tennis ball, and it looks pretty nice."

"I really like you."

He stared at me blankly for a while, then turned his eyes away as if he suddenly thought of something, and pulled the brim of his hat to cover his eyes uncomfortably: "So you are angry?"

"...they like you, why should I be angry." Thanks to his uncomfortable movement, I also felt that something was not right, and said awkwardly, "You are not as tall as me, and you are not as tall as me in playing ball Well, the character is so arrogant..."

Ryoma made a "cut", took out a tennis ball from his pocket and handed it to me: "Hey."

"what?"

"Draw whatever you want."

I took the tennis ball and felt like I was hit hard inside by an outspin serve. 'Is he comforting me? '

"Draw casually?"

"Ah."

"Draw you?"

"……I have no opinion."

"What kind of painting?"

"Didn't you draw before?"

"Well, what if the painting is not as good-looking as the two of them?"

He became angry from embarrassment: "Are you painting or not?"

I laughed together, and was successfully comforted to draw the tennis ball that still carried his body temperature.

The author has something to say:

Ryoma: Heh, after talking so much, don't you still like me?

Lingmei is working hard to be frank and learn to express herself.

Ryoma is attacking himself, and by the way, Lingmei.

I don't know what I'm writing everyday.I always feel that the relationship has not reached the point I want, so I really want to fast forward.