amber affair

, The more sense of accomplishment you have when you win. A smug smile flashed in his eyes, Ryoma raised his head and squinted at Sanada's dark eyes, and smiled proudly: "Sanada-senpai, don't forget, I know your thunder very well. "

Touched by such an innocent and proud smile, Sanada's faint smile contained relief and anticipation.His fingers slowly slid through the soft dark green hair, and he bent slightly to look into the depths of the amber cat's eyes, and he said softly, "I'm waiting for you, more forward."

Grasping Sanada's big warm hand, slender and white fingers wandered in the calloused palm, a provocative smile appeared in Longma's eyes: "Then, in the national competition, you will be my opponent."

Although Yukimura-senpai said that he will be my opponent, but I hope the opponent is you, Sanada-senpai.

His brows furrowed unconsciously, because Sanada also thought of Yukimura, that good friend who grew up together.When Yukimura said that he wanted Echizen to be his opponent, the undeniable determination on his face made Sanada understand his seriousness.If that's the case, will we still have a chance to play face to face, Echizen?

"Hey, let me tell you Xianichiro, if you're not hungry, don't you care if Echizen is hungry or not? He came to see you before he even had breakfast." A Si, who had been waiting in the dining room for a long time but no one came, As soon as he approached the courtyard, he saw two teenagers standing very tightly. A playful smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he raised his voice slightly: "If you want to play, why don't you take Yue to watch the summer festival at night."

Hearing Asi's words, Ryoma looked up at Sanada curiously, and asked in a low voice, "What is the Summer Festival?"

A child who has lived in the United States since he was a child does not know what a summer festival is. He only has tennis in his life, and other than tennis, he is as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

This kind of cognition caused a ripple in Sanada's peaceful heart. He looked at the golden eyes that were as clear as water with some love and distress, and sighed softly. "It's a summer festival in Kanagawa, I'll take you to see it tonight."

"Okay." Smiling in satisfaction, then frowned again, Ryoma grabbed Sanada's wrist, flushed with embarrassment, and whispered: "I'm hungry, Sanada-senpai."

Standing quietly on the side, watching the two children talking as if no one else was there, Asi laughed lightly after hearing what Ryoma said: "Echizen is hungry, let's go to eat quickly. Today at noon, Genichiro personally ordered The menu includes grilled fish, steamed tea bowls, and shrimp tempura. If you don’t want to eat it while it’s still hot, it’s fine.”

Every time the name of a dish is reported, Yuanyuan's eyes light up.Staring at Sanada with twinkling eyes, Ryoma couldn't hide his excitement, and kept urging: "Hurry up, let's go to lunch."

Looking at the kitten who was pulling his head forward with amused expression, Sanada tightened his fingers slightly, and held the white and soft little hand in his palm. He softened his voice: "Go slowly, and be careful not to fall."

Watching the two children leave, Asi's smiling eyes were full of emotion.That cat-like boy is really different to Genichiro himself.

It was the first time I saw such a doting and gentle expression in more than ten years, since yesterday.

(22)

Yokohama is the most famous summer festival in Kanagawa.

When we arrived in Yokohama, the sky had been dyed a poignant golden red by the magical sunset.Leading Ryoma in the noisy and crowded crowd, carefully separating him from the tourists around him, Sanada's eyes always lingered uncontrollably on his fair little face gilded with a faint golden glow by the setting sun.

When going out, the nanny Asi found a set of bathrobes from nowhere, and coaxed Ryoma into putting them on.Even Sanada himself was forced to put on a yukata that he hadn't worn for a long time, and was sent out the door with a smile on his face.

I'm used to seeing him wearing simple sports shirts, but I didn't expect him to look so stunning in such traditional clothes.The light purple yukata fits tightly around the slender and petite body, setting off the graceful neck, the delicate and moving collarbone and the small piece of white chest exposed from the slightly open neckline, making Sanada feel hot breath every time he looks at it.

Why is it that he is the same gender as himself, and he is so arrogant on the court, but at this moment, he shows a seductive appearance that makes people want to hug him tightly so that no one can see his beautiful side.

Looking up at Sanada's dazed handsome face, Ryoma slightly frowned, clutching his sleeves with his small hands, with a trace of embarrassment in his characteristic young and hoarse voice: "It's ugly, isn't it?" Looking at myself with such strange eyes, it would be nice if I said something ugly, why keep staring at me!

Slightly calming down, Sanada looked down at the young man's delicate little face with a hint of blush, and a very faint smile parted from the corner of his lips.His slender fingers caressed his swollen cheeks uncontrollably, and he said softly, "No, it's very pretty."

Slightly twisting his delicate eyebrows, tilting his head and looking at the other party with serious eyes that definitely don't seem to be lying, Ryoma smiled.Squinting his golden cat eyes, his delicate pink lips raised slightly, he looked at Sanada for a moment, and whispered: "You are also pretty."

Hearing the juvenile's childish evaluation, Sanada was stunned, looked at himself up and down for a long time, and said amusedly: "How am I so good-looking?" After a touch of sweet feeling, very happy Oh.

"It's really beautiful!" Dissatisfied with Sanada's noncommittal expression, Ryoma stood on tiptoe, gently grasped his skirt with both hands, squinted at the dark blue fabric embroidered with dark flowers, and said in a slightly urgent voice: "Compared to Li Hai The khaki jersey looks much better!"

Looking down at the delicate little face that was a little bit annoyed, Sanada smiled lightly, covered his white and warm little hand with his fingers, and said softly: "Let's go, it's a rare visit, I'll show you around, I'll show you around later. There's a fireworks show."

Fishing for goldfish, shooting targets, and eating crispy baked octopus balls are all unfamiliar experiences for Ryoma, and Sanada's meticulous care also makes him really happy.Holding the warm big hand tightly all the time, listening to the deep and charming voice explaining carefully when he was a little doubtful, Ryoma suddenly felt that the identity of Li Hai, the first vice-minister, was more powerful than the game on the court, and proudly looked down on the opponent. , he prefers such a gentle Genichiro Sanada.

Although the expression on his face was still serious and condensed as before, the occasional smile on his lips was enough to make people's heart skip a beat.How nice it would be if it kept going like this!

I was a little tired from walking, and my toes were slightly tingling from the clogs I was not used to, Ryoma frowned lightly, took Sanada's hand, and whispered: "Hey, I'm thirsty, find a place to sit OK?"

Sanada's delicate little face was stained with tiredness, and his slightly staggering steps made Sanada's heart ache a little. He quickly helped him avoid the crowds, and found a remote bench in the green space on the corner to sit down. "Wait for me here, I'll buy you some water to drink."

"I want Fanta, grape flavor." The cat's eyes stared at Sanada's slightly disapproving black eyes, and Ryoma grabbed his hand to prevent him from leaving, emphasizing again: "Remember, it's Fanta, not milk! "

This person always uses milk to fool him, and he also said that drinking milk can grow taller. Under the supervision of the senior, he drank two bottles of milk a day for almost half a year, but he still hasn't grown a few centimeters. His aversion to milk is increasing day by day. .

"I see, it's not milk." There was some helplessness in the voice of the sigh, but it was more doting. Sanada patted the little hand that was holding him tightly, motioning for him to let go, then turned and submerged into the turbulent water not far away. crowd.

Kicking off the clogs casually, curling up on the chair, with his small face buried in his arms, Ryoma secretly smiled.Sanada-senpai, it's not as unreasonable as he showed, he has become more and more experienced in dealing with the poker face suspected of facial nerve necrosis.

But soon, Ryoma overturned his evaluation of Sanada just now.Who said he wasn't as unreasonable as he showed?This person is simply a deadhead!The cat eyes stared at the bottle of grape juice that Sanada brought back with displeasure, Ryoma frowned and said angrily: "I said I want to drink Fanta!"

"I just said it's not milk, and I didn't promise to buy Fanta for you." Looking quietly at the kitten waving its teeth and claws at him, Sanada pursed his lips, not at all moved by the pair of amber cat eyes staring at him , with a stern face, took out the authority of the deputy minister and patiently educated: "You are growing your body, drinking too many carbonated drinks is not good for you, especially your bones."

"Shut up, Genichiro Sanada!" Quickly grabbed the juice, pulled the ring and brought it to Sanada's mouth, blocking any more instructions he was going to say, Ryoma stared at him full of embarrassment, and hummed: "You What a hopeless old man!" He was obviously only two years older than himself, why did he always put on a face that only a middle-aged uncle would have?

Forced to take a mouthful of fruit juice, the sweetness in his mouth made Sanada turn his head unconsciously, frowning slightly.

He has never seen or felt such an intimate act. Doesn't this child feel it?Or, in a place where he can't see, this cat-like boy will also do this to other people?For example, Fuji, such as Tezuka.

There was a tinge of anger in his heart for no reason, Sanada pursed his lips, his face a little sad.He sat down next to the boy without saying a word, bent down and lifted his leg, and carefully looked at the small toes that were a little red, swollen and torn by the clogs. He took out the OK bandage he had just bought from a convenience store, and carefully pasted it on. Going up, frowning even tighter.

When I saw him walking unnaturally just now, I wondered if the clogs didn't fit well, but I didn't expect that even the skin was worn out.But the child didn't say anything, still tight