fall in love with Echizen

The next day I went to school, and the campus has already started to arrange the venue.

At the same time, a large number of classes and minister's task schedules and other things were piled up in the student union activity room...

Me: "..." Working hard.

When I got back to the classroom between classes, I excitedly turned back to Chiyo and told Chiyo: "Chiyo Chiyo, I went to that maid cafe, let me tell you..."

Sakura Chiyo interrupted me, with a wooden face: "That... Ewha sauce, did you forget something important..."

I was taken aback: "What?"

Jieyue laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, hey, aren't you the president of the student union? Are you going to inspect?"

I:"……"

In the last campus festival, I hadn't been the president of the student union yet, so I completely forgot about this task.

Inspections of various ministers = Maid cafes that cannot attend classes = I... I was looking forward to it in vain! ! !

***

At noon, Nozaki Umetaro saw me in the cafeteria, sat down and said hello: "Long time no see."

I took a bite of my meal and said listlessly, "Hmm... Long time no see, Nozaki..."

"..." Nozaki remained expressionless, "You look like a moldy mushroom that has lost its color."

Me: "Haha. What a funny joke."

Nozaki: "...Have you lost your mind? By the way, the school festival is coming soon."

I inserted a piece of potato: "Well... I hope there are no criminals and Enoshima Dunko to make trouble..."

"?" Nozaki said, "You really lost your mind. By the way, Enoshima shield is from "Danwanronpa", right? It is impossible to break the Dimensional Wall."

I looked up: "Yes, Nozaki, maids are already impossible!!"

Umetaro Nozaki: "...?"

***

After a morning of frustration, I regained my energy and devoted myself to class, and to deal with the affairs of the student union after school. I didn't leave the teaching building until the sun went down.

The quiet campus is covered with a layer of red veil, only a few people are playing football on the football field, and the laughter disappears in the empty playground.

I walked to the school gate and turned a corner.

A cold voice: "Are you ignoring me or not seeing it."

I was startled, and when I turned around, Ryoma was leaning against a tree trunk not far from the school gate with arms folded, without a tennis bag or a baseball cap, and Hu Potong looked at me quietly.

...As soon as I saw him, I thought of what happened last night...I couldn't help feeling a little strange in my heart.

Obviously Ryoma also panicked yesterday, but now he is standing still in front of me, looking indifferent again.

"..."

For no apparent reason, we looked at each other quietly for a while.

Ryoma took the lead to look away calmly: "Why, don't you go?"

I slowed down a bit: "Hmm..."

Walking side by side on the road has a weird atmosphere. I feel uncomfortable and want to run away immediately.

Suddenly, a holding hand appeared in front of him.

Ryoma spread out, and a hard candy wrapped in a pink candy wrapper obediently stuck to his palm, and it shook slightly because of the movement.

I was startled.

"Here you are." Came a voice from his side who concealed his tone hard.

I glanced at Ryoma first, but he didn't look at me.

Picking up the candy carefully, the fingertips inevitably touched his soft palm.

It seemed that my fingertips were cold.

Ryoma's fingers curled up slightly, and he immediately stopped when I picked it up to a height of less than one centimeter.

I didn't care, staring at the candy: "The candy wrapper is hot."

"Hmm..." Long Ma responded in a vague manner, and explained briefly, "I just bought it, and I didn't bother to put it in my pocket, so I just took it in my hand."

Me: "Oh."

I took it apart, and the candy wrapper made a nice crunchy sound, revealing the same powdery sugar inside.

I ate it: "Ah, strawberry flavor."

Ryoma: "You can tell just by the color."

I bit it straight down, and more sweetness from the broken sugar permeated my tongue, and I bit it again, so more sweetness overflowed.

I couldn't help laughing, "Even the sugar is a little warm."

"I'm really sorry about that."

I tugged on the candy wrapper: "You bought the shiny kind of candy. I used to like to collect this brand of candy wrappers. It's very beautiful."

It's not pure pink, but you can even see the colorful colors through the glass, like a rainbow falling into a ball on the paper.

"Collect? What's the use?" Ryoma didn't seem to understand, and turned his head.

I looked up at him: "It's beautiful, for viewing. And there is a sense of satisfaction in collecting more."

Ryoma chuckled, but didn't speak.

After walking for a while, the strange atmosphere disappeared and returned to the previous comfortable feeling.

Ryoma said, "So, that maid of yours—"

As soon as he said this, I thought of not being able to participate in the campus festival, and couldn't help feeling sad.

Long Ma paused: "...Hey, what's your expression?"

I looked at him quietly, the sugar in my mouth had already melted.

Ryoma stared down at me, then laughed out loud in the next second: "Are you unhappy? Like a puffed up puffer fish."

He paused: "...What are you staring at me for?"

... What are you talking about staring at you!

I mumbled the reason.

Ryoma: "Oh, but you got the patrol status."

Me: "...Thank you."

When I reached a small path with few people, I stopped, and Ryoma followed suit.

We were facing each other, and I looked down at the toes for a while. The toes of the white shoes were very close to Ryoma's sneakers.

I looked at my toes and didn't look at him, so I beeped softly: "..."

Ryoma didn't hear clearly, "What?"

I looked up: "I said, hug me."

"..." Long Ma froze for a moment, pulled the corners of his lips and couldn't help laughing, and hugged me as he said, conveying the warm body temperature.

I rested my head on his chest and muffled, "Tighter up."

Ryoma's chuckle was right next to my ears, very clear, with a voice between a teenager and a young man: "You bastard..."

Even so, he held on tighter.

I hugged and squeezed my face against his chest.

Ryoma: "What are you doing?"

Me: "Charge."

After a moment, my head left his chest and bumped it back lightly.

Longma: "Pear Blossom, I'm not a wall if I want to hit a wall."

Me: "I'm sorry, I just saw that your chest muscles are very elastic, try it."

"..." Ryoma, "You've been paying attention to your body since high school."

I asked sincerely: "Don't you like it? Then I won't do it next time."

"...It's not that I don't like it..." Long Ma paused, and said unnaturally, I looked up at him, his ears were a little pink, and he turned his eyes away from me.

Ryoma turned back to stare at me, recovered after a few seconds, but his voice became indifferent again, and changed the subject: "Hurry up, the sun is already setting. Do you want me to walk at night?"

Me: "Okay."

Continue walking the rest of the way.

I thought about it, and said the result: "It's not like the kind that I throw on the bed and bounce."

Ryoma: "... Muscles are not that kind of thing."

When I went downstairs to my house, I skillfully stood on tiptoe and kissed him when I said goodbye: "Goodbye."

Ryoma lowered his eyes, "Goodbye."

I added another sentence: "I'm so happy to come here to take me home."

Long Ma sneered, not shy at all, opened the corners of his mouth to smile, and deliberately reminded: "I'll give you candy."

I follow the good example: "I am also very happy when you give me candy."

Ryoma laughed.

Separated from him, I went home for dinner, finished my homework as usual, watched TV for a while, then washed up and went to bed.

[Ewha: Good night! ]

[Ryoma: Good night. ]

***

The campus festival is approaching-to be honest, I have nothing to look forward to. It is business as usual, and I will go home alone after finishing my homework and tasks.

I only listened to a lecture in the afternoon about love.

The teacher who looked very serious stood on the lobby stage, and the loudspeaker was working diligently, spreading to every corner of the lobby: "...In short, love in high school is beautiful, but it is also very dangerous. Students, in this era of awakening gender awareness If you are young, passionate love means you will be interested in your lover’s body—no need to deny it, those who are not interested can basically be divided. Couples will unconsciously touch each other—like holding hands, hugging and kissing is commonplace!”

"But! Be careful! Remember not to cross the line easily..."

Hmm... Ryoma and I seem to hold hands all the time when we meet now, otherwise we would definitely kiss.It is no longer the same as in the middle school.

It seems that both sides can't help sticking together, as if suffering from a disease that makes the whole body uncomfortable if the skin is not close.

This is the love period...?What about the seven-year itch?

I figured it out, it was freshman year.

After listening, after school, I went to the activity room to deal with some things, and then walked home alone.

Ah... let's ask Yui out to play this Saturday... I thought.

——"Okay! Now it's a score of xx to xx!"

Passing by a seller of electrical appliances, there are several TVs in the window showing sports channels at the same time.

I glanced casually, and my steps stopped suddenly.

On the TV screen was a familiar young man with dark green hair. The camera flashed past his ankles as he was taking small steps, and then cut to the arrogant cat eyes under the brim of his hat, with a provocative smile on his lips.

He opened his mouth to say something, his lips moved slightly, like his own whispering.

Although there is no voice, I automatically dubbed him.

- "It's really interesting."

Immediately came the voice of the commentator: "Echizen Ryoma temporarily loses the wind! Germany's xxx will continue to attack..."

It seemed to be a game I didn't watch, and the opponent was a foreigner with blonde hair and blue eyes.

Maybe because I was bored, I stood and watched, and the score gap between Ryoma and him was getting bigger and bigger.

I couldn't help but get nervous.

The boy's sweat dripped down his cheeks and sank into his collar. The bigger the score difference, the more obvious Ryoma's smile became.

It is the excited and eager smile when encountering challenges, with a fighting spirit.

I was suddenly very nervous.

A light bulb flashed in his head, and he took out his cell phone to make a call.

Beep—one beep and it connects.

"Hey."

I beeped softly: "Come on."

Ryoma: "...huh?"

***

Echizen Ryoma had just finished training, and he was the only one in the empty lounge, lazily lying on the sofa, and then took a shower in the bathroom that came with the training ground. He closed his eyes and prepared to rest for a while before leaving.

As a result, my girlfriend called, and it was strange.

Ryoma took down the phone from his ear, the name of the caller was on the screen, and the background was a blurry photo of a girl who graduated from junior high school alone.

Ryoma: "?"

***

I continued: "I'm watching your game."

Ryoma's voice suddenly said: "Oh—so?"

I broadcast live: "You are at a disadvantage, I am cheering you on."

Ryoma's laughter came over: "You idiot."

Me: "Defeat xxx!"

I said the opponent's name.

Ryoma seemed to sit up from something like a sofa, and said lazily, "That scene."

I paused, and the teenager on the TV screen missed another goal.

Me: "It's a pity you didn't catch it!"

Ryoma started laughing again: "What kind of ball."

I paused for a few seconds, trying to describe: "It's just a ball, but he hits a winding route..."

"Oh that." Ryoma stopped laughing, but there was still an upswing in his tone, "What a pity."

I agree: "What a pity. Come on, come on."

Ryoma laughed again, vaguely heard what he said, "You are so stupid", and approached the phone but said relaxedly: "No matter how the ball changes, there is a way to solve it."

Almost the second after he finished speaking, the boy on the screen straightened his hat and smiled provocatively again.

Under the background sound, in a slow motion, his swing was cut frame by frame, sweat spilled into the air, reflecting the white lights in the field.

The yellow ball was successfully returned.

The narrator became emotional and spoke faster.

I was taken aback: "Ah... I called back."

Long Ma's tone of teasing: "The score gap is still big, why don't you continue to work hard?"

There are passers-by around, I just whispered: "Come on."

What responded to me was a series of laughs from Ryoma, I can imagine him laughing like a cat, and after laughing, he would look at you with mocking eyes and say——

Ryoma: "So stupid."

Me: "You are not the same."

Ryoma: "Well...that's true."

Ryoma on the screen began to close the score one after another, and the opponent's face became visibly panicked and confused.

My heart speeds up with the narrator who speaks faster: "It's going to be leveled!"

Ryoma seemed to turn over and cover his face, his voice was muffled: "Hey - not bad."

I held my breath, but Ryoma began to disturb me: "What now?"

Me: "Exceeded!"

He chuckled: "Probably only a few balls."

After a few balls, he won without any suspense. The TV showed Ryoma laughing freely and wantonly after winning or after playing a game worth playing.

Me: "I won, you're going to win a medal, I just laughed."

Ryoma said with a teasing tone, "Maybe it's not just because of winning."

I:"?"

He chuckled a few times: "Maybe it's because his girlfriend cheered him on."

I:"……"

Nonsense, it's impossible to travel through time and space. From this point of view, it's the Longma competition last year.

I paused, but followed him and said, "Then I also watched your No.15 match in September last year. Cheer up too."

In front of the mobile phone recording and broadcasting.

Long Ma smiled: "The No. 15 in September is just as happy."

So-so... this guy.

Me: "What about October [-]?"

Ryoma: "Well... of course the same."

Me: "Nonsense, there are no shots of you smiling."

Long Ma paused: "Maybe it's in the background."

Me: "Okay..."

The TV started to play other programs. I froze for a moment, then turned to look at the endless stream of traffic: "Then remember to watch the camera more in the future. And you have to seriously compare every game."

Ryoma lazily said, "I'm serious about every game. But the camera? Why?"

I took it for granted: "I'm not in the audience, but I'm in the camera. Wouldn't you like to see me after the game?"

But Ryoma became quiet, and the phone became extremely quiet in an instant. After a long time, I suspected that he had hung up the phone, but when I looked down, he didn't.

After a while, Longma's faint voice came over: "Of course I know about this kind of thing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he sneered again: "But, there are so many, which camera do you want to watch?"

I was stumped, thought for a while and decided to give him the question: "Guess for yourself."

Ryoma: "I'm guessing."

He seemed to think for a few seconds, and said calmly: "Well—probably, it's the level of guessing after every game."