The Sleeping Prince's Romance

The two teenagers sat and lay down, there was obviously no conversation, but the atmosphere was so damn harmonious that people couldn't bear to disturb, and didn't dare to disturb——

There is always a feeling that you can't get in between the two!

How can one of these two people be replaced by a girl...

The bottom of many girls' hearts have already started to flirt with themselves.

To be honest, just because of the existence of Atobe and Jiro, many girls shifted their attention from the competition to the two of them. This is the charm of handsome guys!

In the rest area of ​​the Qingxue Tennis Club, Tezuka clearly knew that as a minister, he should pay close attention to the games of the members, but sometimes his emotions were really out of his control.

Tezuka's eyes always aimed at Jiro in the auditorium intentionally or unintentionally. When he saw him lying on Atobe's lap, the temperature of his body dropped a little, and then he saw Atobe's hands playing with Jiro's hair. It dropped a little more, making his side suddenly a vacuum.

"Why do I feel like it's getting colder?"

Kikumaru touched his arm exaggeratedly, and looked up at the huge sun in the blue sky:

"The weather forecast didn't say it would cool down today!"

"Ha ha……"

Bu Er smiled inscrutably, that smile was familiar no matter how you looked at it, very much like a certain genius in Bingdi wearing glasses and pretending to be gentle.

Then, the Ryoma race finally began.

Ryoma, who had never been in contact with an opponent like Yakutsu, was embarrassed as soon as he came up, and he soon had several wounds on his body.

Although Longma's eyes were full of excitement and fighting spirit instead of fear and anger, but in the eyes of Cilang who woke up under Xiaozhi's reminder, those wounds were very annoying.

Atobe, who sensed something wrong with the aura around Jirou, reminded at the right time:

"Tennis injuries are inevitable, and that kid doesn't look like he's going to throw in the towel."

With Atobe's outstanding observation skills, Jirou could see Ryoma's excitement and fighting spirit, and Atobe could naturally see the same thing.

"Although I don't know what that kid is thinking, but he is indeed smiling."

In fact, I don't know what Ryoma is thinking in his heart, and Atobe can feel a little bit of Ryoma's mood at this time.

This sense of oppression and excitement when encountering a powerful opponent can only be felt by the strong who have the heart to keep getting stronger!

"I never worried that Ryoma would lose."

Of course Atobe said that Jiro knew it too, but because the incident happened to Ryoma, who he regarded as his younger brother, Jiro couldn't be as objective and calm as usual.

"Akutsujin has some Ryoma, but Ryoma has Akutsujin but doesn't, so Ryoma has no reason to lose."

Ryoma was originally a tennis genius, and after getting to know Jirou, Jiro optimized his body before Ryoma didn't realize it, so now Ryoma's physical fitness is no worse than Jiujin's.

Just because of his young age, Ryoma still has no way to fully realize the full potential of his body.

But even so, it is enough to deal with Akutsu who treats tennis as a pastime.

"Since you trust that brat so much, relax a bit, Cirou."

Atobe opened Jirou's unconsciously clenched fist little by little, for fear that he would hurt her.

Originally, Atobe was a little jealous of Ryoma's unconditional trust, but after seeing the white marks pinched out by fingernails on Jirou's palm, the jealousy has long since drifted away to nowhere, and all that is left in his heart is distressed and hate.

Feeling sorry for Yu Cilang who didn't know how to cherish himself, naturally resented the same thing.

"If you can't control your emotions well, then we'll leave here immediately. I'm not joking, Cilang!"

Atobe looked into Jirou's eyes seriously, letting Cirou see the determination in his eyes.

He and Atobe stared at each other for a while, Jirou didn't blink, and Atobe didn't evade either.

In the end, Jiro was the first to lose.

If it is an enemy, Jiro can look at Atobe for a few days and nights and it doesn't matter, but Atobe's starting point is entirely for his own body, so Jirou's confidence is inherently insufficient, and the one who wins in the end becomes Atobe .

Of course, another very important point is that the current Ryoma has started to fight back, and the one who was hit became Akutsu!

"Let's watch the game, Xiaojing."

Jiro's words brought the conversation between the two to an end.

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The result of the competition was beyond everyone's expectations. The winner was not the tall, fierce-looking, and physically fit Yakutsu, but the little one who was weak at the beginning and whose height even reached Akujin's chest. Seigaku's first-year main election Echizen Ryoma!

When the results of the game came out, even the Qingxue support team was temporarily quiet for a few seconds, and did not cheer in time.

However, not everyone is in a daze, such as a silver-haired delinquent boy who just lost the game.

Facing Ryoma who stretched out his hand towards him after the game, Akutsu ignored the hand stretched out in front of him, and instead leaned over and grabbed Ryoma's collar and picked him up with one hand.

"Little devil..."

Yajiujin's low and slightly hoarse voice sounded, making everyone who had been stunned because of his sudden movement react at once, and the scene immediately became chaotic.

Those who ran over to save people, those who protested to the referee, those who yelled for Yakutsu to let him go...

In an instant, the stadium was even more lively than it was just before the game.

Of course, not everyone was slow to react. Yajiujin had just uttered a title and hadn’t gotten to the point. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in the wrist of the kid in front of him. He couldn’t bear it and let go. The prey just got it just ran away!

Looking down at the familiar yellow ball still rolling on the ground, Akutsu slowly raised his eyes, and his ferocious eyes met a pair of deep eyes like black holes outside the field.

Seeing Akutsu looking over, that person not only didn't look back, but deliberately shook the racket in his hand under Akutsu's malicious eyes, and blatantly told Akujin that he just hit him on the wrist and made him The tennis ball whose wrist still hurts was indeed played by this man.

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"Damn it, how dare you hit me!"

Is Akutsu the kind of person who can endure grievances?After finding the culprit, without thinking about cursing in a low voice, he raised his leg and rushed towards the boy.

"What are you doing!"

Ryoma, who was grabbed by the collar by Akutsu just because Akutsu's movement was too sudden, refused to let go, and appeared in front of Akutsu with a move of his feet, blocking his way.

"What do you want to do to Brother Cilang? This is between the two of us!"

"Go away, brat!"

Akutsu stared at Ryoma viciously, as if he could punch him at any time:

"The moment he hits it with a tennis ball it's not between the two of us!"