[net king] light as fleeting

"Watching the game." Ri Fujiwara answered the topic without any sign of deflection.

The orange-haired boy, who was sleepy, yawned, and took the time to cast a glance in the direction of Fujiwara Ri's line of sight: "Well, do you like watching tennis games?"

"En." Fujiwara Ri nodded, only to realize that the voice talking to her seemed to be a boy?

Fujiwara Ri turned her head to look at the boy squatting beside her.The orange-yellow hair was slightly curled up, and while yawning, he raised his hands and clenched his fists to rub his sleepy eye sockets.

Fujiwara Ri recognized that the black and white sportswear on his body was exactly the same as that of the two people she saw in the morning, and instantly affirmed the identity of the other party in her heart.

"Then why don't you go down and look down." The boy asked in a soft voice, his eyes half-opened and half-closed, and his head followed little by little.

Fujiwara looked at the crowd around the tennis court, although more than half had disappeared, but the continuous cheering continued: "It's too noisy down here."

"Well, I think so too, it's too noisy for me to sleep."

"..." Fujiwara Ri looked at the orange-haired boy speechlessly, lay flat under the tree trunk, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

"Well, that's right." As if remembering what he was going to do, the boy opened his sleepy eyes again, raised his hand and pulled Fujiwara Ri's sleeve: "Do you have anything to eat?"

"No." Fujiwara Ri agreed with her words and shook her head.

"Well, okay, then I'll continue to sleep." The boy rubbed his empty stomach, turned over, and continued to sleep indifferently, and introduced himself softly with a cute voice like soft glutinous rice: "My name is Akutagawa Jiro , next time you have to remember to bring food."

In line with basic etiquette, Fujiwara Ri, even though she knew that the other party would not hear her, still said her name: "Fujiwara Ri."

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Fujiwara Ri moved her numb feet, supported the tree trunk, and slowly stood up.Taking a look at Ci Lang, who was still lying on the side sleeping soundly, decided not to disturb his sleep, turned around and left slowly.

The distance between the women's tennis team and the men's tennis team is not very far, and Fujiwara quickly rushed to the women's tennis court by relying on the shortcut he found out by wandering around.

When Fujiwara arrived there, the match between Kiyoshi Mizune and the previous girl had already started, and this time the serve was not in Kiyoshi Mizune's hands.

Just when Fujiwara Ri walked to the corner of the stairs in the auditorium of the tennis court, he happened to see a few boys wearing the same team uniform as Jiro sitting in the auditorium, watching the game on the court.

Among them, the two sitting in the middle were the two she saw in the morning.One is Keigo Atobe, and the other?Fujiwara Ri recalled the referee's title at that time, it seemed to be Ninzu?

"Ah, Qingqian-senpai actually won the opponent's serve."

Following this exclamation, Fujiwara looked at the two people in the stadium.The two who were about to switch places just happened to pass by each other.

"Not bad, it seems that you didn't lose enough last time."

Qingqian Shuiyin raised a smile on the corner of his lips coldly: "Last time was the last time, but this time may not be necessarily."

"Who knows."

"Yes, it's just that I won't blow your confidence with words, don't worry."

"The score is 0:1, Bingdi Qingqian serves." The referee's voice sounded, and Qingqian Shuiyin tossed the tennis ball in his hand high, then half-bent down, took a step forward with his left foot, and took off with his right foot. swing.

The track of the tennis ball was facing the court on the upper left of the opponent, and the girl with yellow hair ran to the back seat with a look of contempt and waited to catch the ball.

The tennis ball quickly crossed the middle of the net, then suddenly lost its strength, fell straight down, and rolled onto the court.

"0-15."

Fujiwara Ri looked at the girl's stiff mouth, replaced by a look of anger.

"Bang—crack" the ball fell to the ground again, and the girl with yellow hair stared blankly at the tennis ball falling behind her, as if she couldn't believe it at all. on the border.

"0-30."

Qing Qianshuiyin deliberately used this to switch back and forth to hit the boundary ball, and every time the direction of the ball was to go to the left hand of the girl with yellow hair.The girl had to concentrate, stick to the left field, and run back and forth alternately.

"——Ice Emperor Qingqian wins, the score is 0:2. The two sides exchange venues."

Qingqian Shuiyin deliberately brushed against the other party's shoulder, lowered the volume and asked, "How?"

"How do you know you can win until the end?"

The two sides once again took a good position on the court.Fujiwara Ri turned around and sat down in the auditorium where no one was sitting.Continue to watch the game on the field.

Before that, Fujiwara Ri and Kiasa Mizune had completely analyzed the small movements of the yellow-haired girl serving the ball, as well as the habits that she herself hadn't discovered.

In addition, she formulated training programs and simulated training according to the books about tennis she had read before.She is still very confident that Qingqian Shuiyin can win the game.

When Xiang Ri turned around in Fujiwara Ri and saw her appearance clearly, he pushed Shinobu who was sitting beside him, and reminded: "Hey, did you see that, it's that girl."

"Well, I know." Shinozu replied calmly, observing Fujiwara Ri's expression calmly.Before, he had only seen Fujiwara Ri's back, but he didn't see her clearly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity just now, Renzu observed it very carefully for a while, and gave an evaluation: "It's very beautiful."

"It's quite arrogant to speak." Minghu also observed silently for a while, and gave an evaluation.

"What, what Atobe said is not the same, but she did what she said." Xiang Ri defended with displeasure.

Atobe propped his chin with one hand, his eyes were paying attention to the movement in the field, but it didn't affect his hearing at all: "Ah, what's wrong with my uncle's words?"

With a stiff expression, Xiang Ri forced out two words to cover up his mistakes: "Gorgeous..."

Mingto's voice sounded again, and his eyes also stayed on the game on the court: "The game is not over yet, you spoke too early."

"Please, that woman has been suppressed from the beginning." Xiang Ri pouted: "I didn't even keep my serve."

"It could also be that she deliberately put water to test."

"No." Atobe raised his hand to press the tear mole under his eyelids, turned his eyes with interest, and looked at Fujiwara Ri sitting in the first row: "Xiang Hi is right, that girl is full of loopholes now .It is only a matter of time before Qingqian wins."

It seems that in order to fulfill the prophecy of the Witness Department, the game ended quickly.The form completely showed a one-sided direction, the score was 2:6, and Qingqian Shuiyin won.

Fujiwara Ri looked at the girl who left the scene angrily, and saw Qing Qian Mizune raised her head, looked at where she was, and slowly raised the corners of her lips.

'Thanks. There was no response on Fujiwara Ri's speechless thanks.She is considering whether to continue watching.

A shadow stood in front of her, and at the same time, that haughty and familiar male voice sounded: "Are you not going to join the women's tennis?"

Fujiwara Ri raised her head, and because she was against the sunlight, she only saw Atobe's perfect chin curvature.I squinted my eyes uncomfortably, and gave the answer: "I only like watching games."

Atobe frowned, this was the first time his invitation was rejected so directly.this woman.

Fujiwara Ri only wanted to find a quiet place to stay, and was a little tired after watching the game all day.Without waiting for Atobe to speak again, she stood up directly, her height barely reached Atobe's shoulder.

"I love hearing you play the piano, but I don't want to join the women's tennis club."

Fujiwara Ri finished speaking with a flat face, took two steps back, bowed politely to Atobe, and then turned and left.