[Net King] The Star of the Palm

The school's ranking competition was in full swing, except for Senior Gao Liang, everyone's competition arrangements were very reasonable.To everyone's surprise, most of the best overall grades were a few freshmen.According to this trend, it is very likely that there will be first-year students participating in the national competition this year.

The school ranking competition ended soon, and Lin Xinglan and Minister Yamato began to agree on the candidate for the main election. Coach Ryuzaki did not interfere with this matter.

Last year, Qingxue's overall strength was not bad, but in the end they failed to get tickets for the national competition, and only stopped at the Kanto competition.This year, there were a number of senior high school candidates. Lin Xinglan and Minister Yamato unanimously decided that the rest of the candidates would not be changed, and the vacancies would be filled by first and second graders.

The difference lies in whether to let the first-year students participate in the competition.

Minister Yamato's decision is yes, no.

Lin Xinglan's eyes widened in surprise, "What did you say!"

Minister Yamato was very calm: "I said that the regional competition and even the Kanto competition, I decided not to let the first graders participate in the competition."

"why?!"

Minister Yamato was standing in front of the window, looking at the active teenagers on the tennis court, his eyes were hidden under the sunglasses: "It's not their time yet."

Lin Xinglan laughed back angrily: "The minister will see, when is the time."

Minister Yamato also seemed helpless: "Xiao Xinglan, I know that you are doing it for the good of the tennis club and giving the first graders a lot of preferential treatment, but you can't go too far, otherwise if the long-standing tradition of the tennis club is suddenly broken, the tennis club will be torn apart. yes."

"Does the minister think that treating privileged people well is more important than the competition?" Lin Xinglan stared at him, "Does the minister think I haven't thought about this? I know the principle of gradual progress, but the regional competition is very important to Qingxue, we can't just because of what you call 'Tradition', and let Qingxue lose!"

Minister Yamato was silent for a while, and then said lightly: "Listen to me, you can't go wrong."

Lin Xinglan laughed and couldn't help shaking her head: "Why did I come here to discuss with the minister about the candidate for the main election? The minister has already made a decision in his heart, and I even deliberately sorted out everyone's comprehensive results. It's really unnecessary. I don't think the minister needs it." I'll help you out with advice again, so I'll go back first, sorry for your impoliteness."

Lin Xinglan picked up the scattered papers on the table and walked out the door, but she stopped suddenly at the door and said without looking back: "Minister Yamato, I just want to say something, Tezuka-kun and you In the match between the two monarchs and the main election, none of them lost. Minister, it is unfair for you to do this."

The door was slammed shut.

Minister Yamato stood by the bed for a long time, sighed, and stroked his hair helplessly: "Hey...children are just children, how can they grow without going through wind and rain? Little saplings can't be helped, let them grow up by themselves. Grow taller little by little. Xinglan, the development of the tennis club has to be slow."

Lin Xinglan came out of the club office and walked on the tree-lined path in a daze. When she came back to her senses, she realized that she had walked to the side of the tennis court at some point.

On the court, there are teenagers who are sweating and training hard, among which the first graders are the hardest.

Lin Xinglan bit her lip and murmured, "I'm sorry..."

You can't pave the way for your dream of rushing to the whole country.

Lin Xinglan silently turned her head and left.

Tezuka Kunimitsu, who was about to serve the ball, seemed to have sensed it, stopped and looked at the bedside, but only saw the traces of the long black hair scratched by the wind, which seemed to be absent.Fuji Shusuke on the opposite side shouted: "Hey, Tezuka, what's wrong? Why don't you serve the ball?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu turned his head: "Nothing."

He played the ball calmly.

That afternoon after school, Lin Xinglan did not clean up the tennis court, but instead asked his classmates Eiji Kikumaru and Shusuke Fuji.

Kikumaru Eiji: "Hey, Fuji, why does Xinglan look a little unhappy today?"

Bu Er Zhou Zhu misled with a smile: "Who did she meet today before she was unhappy?"

Eiji Kikumaru stared wide-eyed: "It's Minister Yamato!"

Fuji Shusuke continued to mislead with a smile: "Yes, why are you unhappy after meeting Minister Yamato? And you look very disappointed."

Eiji Kikumaru suddenly realized: "Ah, I got it! Xinglan's confession to Minister Yamato was rejected!"

Fuji Shusuke was obviously stunned for a moment, and then smiled even brighter: "Maybe it's true." He turned to Tezuka Kunimitsu suddenly, "Right, Tezuka-kun?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu looked at the two smiling people who were picking up the ball, and turned his head silently. Sometimes people laugh too much, why do they look so awkward.

Lin Xinglan can also laugh, but it is always just a shallow smile, which is pleasing to the eye and does not make people irritated.

She probably...wouldn't like Minister Yamato, would she?But what does it matter to me?

When Tezuka Kunimitsu realized what he was thinking, he silently bumped into the guardrail of the stadium.

With a "bang", the whole world is clean.

When she got home at night, Lin's mother found that Lin Xinglan was very out of shape.Why?Because normal people don't pour a bag of salt into the pot.

Lin's mother silently remade a pot of porridge, and rushed Lin Xinglan to the restaurant to wait.

Lin Xinglan was also absent-minded when eating.

Mother Lin sighed: "Xinglan, did something unpleasant happen? Tell mom and see if mom can solve it for you."

Lin Xinglan pursed her lips: "The food is too bland."

Mother Lin fell: "...who is to blame?" Who threw away the whole bag of salt and she had no salt to put!

Lin Xinglan stopped teasing her, and told Mother Lin what happened today.

Mother Lin asked, "Do you think your minister did something wrong?"

Lin Xinglan asked back: "Isn't it?"

Mother Lin thought for a while, then pushed her bowl to the middle of the dining table, pointed into the bowl: "Do you see what this is?"

Lin Xinglan answered honestly, "Rice."

"Wrong." Mother Lin shook her head, "It's steamed rice."

Mother Lin saw that she didn't respond, and continued: "What's the difference between raw rice and steamed rice?"

Lin Xinglan thought for a while: "Raw rice is too hard to eat."

"I just thought of this one?" Mother Lin picked the rice grains in the bowl: "Raw rice is hard and messy, but it can raise seedlings. And steamed rice is soft and double-buttoned, and it's all sticky. together."

Lin Xinglan pouted: "That's because you put too much water."

Mother Lin tapped her chopsticks on her forehead: "The current situation of your tennis club, do you know which one it belongs to? Half-baked. It can neither be used as a seed for seedlings, nor can it be eaten. As for your minister, you have seen the cooked tennis club in the future. , You, I only saw raw rice. Grandma Ryuzaki asked you to be the manager of the tennis department because she wanted you to be the water for cooking rice, and your ministers were in charge of heating."

"Now your minister is letting you learn to heat yourself step by step, but when he leaves school in the future, who will keep you warm? Are you going to make your tennis club a half-baked waste product? There are only a few grains in the whole pot that can be eaten If there is rice, no one will eat this pot of rice.”

Lin Xinglan said silently, "Although the reasoning is correct and in line with the facts, I still don't agree with it."

"Then what if something like this happens again?

Lin Xinglan smiled lightly: "You have to try it, don't you?"

Mother Lin patted her head helplessly: "Silly boy, you have learned to restrain your temper in the past few years, and only your appearance has changed. In your heart, you are still as impulsive and reckless as ever."

Lin Xinglan raised her eyebrows: "I haven't fought with others for several years, isn't that progress?"

Mother Lin was speechless and stared at her.

Lin Xinglan ate the delicious rice with a smile, and suddenly became in a good mood.

And ah...cooked Qingxue, what a metaphor!

After school the next afternoon, Lin Xinglan reported to the tennis club as usual, and found that many people looked at her strangely.How should I put it, when everyone looked at her before, the first graders showed admiration and respect, while the seniors showed a little contempt and helplessness.But now, several kinds of eyes are mixed together, and there is another kind of unbelievable and the best in the world (?).

In short, it is very complicated.

I haven't seen you for a day, what happened?

Walking on the tennis court, all kinds of people came up to chat.

The first grader looked admiring: "Manager, great job!"

Lin Xinglan: What's so good about it? ? ?

Another first-year student: "Manager, actually... Actually, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. I didn't expect you and the minister... woo woo woo, I will bless you!" He covered his face and ran.

He unexpectedly received a confession.

Lin Xinglan: "...Hey, please speak clearly, what about me and the minister?"

The second grader: "Although I don't believe in you, but Minister Yamato is a very good person, you must not cheat! Otherwise, I won't let you go!"

Lin Xinglan: "...This male student, does he have a crush on Minister Yamato?"

The third grader: "Although I don't like you, but if it can make Yamato happy, I forgive you!"

Lin Xinglanmo, no matter how stupid she is, she already knows what's going on!

So Lin Xinglan took a deep breath, picked up the trumpet and smiled happily: "Whoever made the rumor, come out obediently and be abused by me, and I will let you go home alive, otherwise..."

Everyone's eyes looked at each other, and finally fixed on Eiji Kikumaru who was running away on tiptoe.

It is said that on that day... there was a horrible scream from the playground of the men's tennis club of Qingxue.

"Meow ah ah ah-"

After Kikumaru Eiji finished cooking, Lin Xinglan noticed that Tezuka Kunimitsu was unusual: "Tezuka-kun, what happened to your head?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu's forehead was bandaged with medical tape, showing blood.

Fujisuke approached with a smile: "Oh, Mr. Xinglan doesn't know, Mr. Tezuka bumped his head yesterday. He picked up the ball and his head hit the guardrail."

Lin Xinglan glanced at Bu Er Zhou Zhu, why did he always feel that this person was a little bit anxious for the world to be in chaos?

Tezuka Kunimitsu: "I'm fine now. The doctor said I had a slight concussion and it will be fine soon."

Lin Xinglan nodded: "That's good."

Fujisuke intervened again: "Tezuka-kun suddenly slammed into the guardrail after hearing that Mr. Lin and Minister Yamato were dating."

Lin Xinglan: "..."

Tezuka Kunimitsu: "..."

Right, this person just can't see peace in the world!

If Kikumaru Eiji hadn't admitted it, Lin Xinglan would have suspected that the news of her relationship with the minister was actually spread by Fuer Zhouzhu.

Eiji Kikumaru had tears in her eyes: They didn't admit it, meow.