[Comprehensive] Son of God, come to the bowl

Sasaki and Suzuki Xinghuayin stayed in the small garden early in the morning. In order to occupy the best position, the two of them also imagined various details about the meeting between the two.

That's Genichiro Sanada, the iron-blooded emperor of the Lihai Tennis Club, and no one has ever shown his sincerity to him. Sasaki hid in the short grass, with a huge branch on his head as a cover.

Suzuki, who was forcibly pulled over by her, looked impatient: "I said there is something interesting, and you can guess the ending with your fingers. Sanada just had a brain rush, and maybe he agreed to the other party."

"When the time comes, remember to ask Yukimura-senpai for a red envelope, and help him solve such a big problem," Suzuki Ankana's calculations were rattling: "The close-ups and posters of the Atobe at the meeting were very popular. Sometimes I use this as an excuse to ask Liu Lianer to ask for some. He has been complaining to me about the lack of funds for the activities of the tennis club. "

Not many people know about the private transaction between Suzuki Ankana and Yanagi Renji, but Yukimura Seichi is aware of it and acquiesced to this practice.

If they don't acquiesce, their tennis club has reported too much funds, and the school will not approve it so easily. In short, they want to provide girls with YY materials, and both sides get what they need, and the cooperation is happy.

"Come here!" Sasaki exclaimed softly excitedly, and then his voice dropped immediately: "That girl is so beautiful, she looks very delicate, I don't know which class she is from, I don't think I've seen her before. But...but she's really white."

Suzuki Xinghuayin narrowed her eyes: "I seem to have seen this person somewhere..."

"where is it?"

"I don't remember." Suzuki Xinghuayin slammed her head down: "Senior Sanada is here."

Genichiro Sanada was wearing a khaki tennis uniform, but what was different from usual was that he didn't wear a hat and seemed to have oiled his head. He looked a little nervous.

He looked at the girl in front of him who was so nervous that she kept rubbing her hands. She had short hair and white skin. At first glance, he thought she was a soft and cute girl.

Both of them seem to be meeting Ji for the first time, and they seem quite embarrassed, but once the stranger does not speak, the scene will appear a little awkward, and it is not good to continue this stalemate.

As a boy, Genichiro Sanada didn't want to appear too timid, so he hesitated to speak up.

"You... did you write to me?"

"what?"

The girl flinched, a little afraid of his angry voice, but forced herself not to retreat, as if she had struggled a lot in her heart, then timidly raised her head: "Senior Sanada, that, I wrote the letter , my Chinese level is not very good, does it bother you...if, if..."

"no!"

Genichiro Sanada's voice sank, startling the girl. After he realized this, he quickly covered his mouth, but the other party seemed to be in a daze and didn't notice his small movements.

"Senior Sanada, I've always wanted to tell you something," Genichiro Sanada was a little nervous when he heard her words, he hesitated and said, "Please tell me, I'm listening."

The girl summoned up her courage, raised her head and said, "I have admired Sanada-senpai for a long time! Sanada-senpai has always been a hero in my heart. Ever since I was saved by you that night, I have always wanted to find a chance to thank you personally, but I am too I'm so cowardly, I can't even do such a simple thing, I'm really sorry!"

Saved by him?

Genichiro Sanada thought about it for a while but didn't think about it, seeing the earnest look on the other side's face, he could only bite the bullet and think about it again.

Thinking of it this way really reminded him of something that happened a long time ago.

It happened when he was in the second year of junior high school. Because of the late training of the tennis club of the national competition, Genichiro Sanada chose a path that he would not usually take in order to go home early after finishing the training. There was a bullying incident, a few boys were besieging a thin child, and seemed to be asking him for money.

"What are you doing?"

The boys who made trouble obviously knew Sanada Genichiro, but they didn't dare to attack, even though their number was enough to beat up this nosy black skin, just because Sanada Genichiro is easy to mess with doesn't mean that the Sanada family behind him is also good In the end, they had no choice but to give up the behavior of "collecting protection fees".

"I'll let you go this time, be more honest next time, and don't hit me again."

The short and thin child nodded timidly, with tears rolling in his eyes, trying not to let them fall.

He was clearly walking down the street with a cup of hot milk in his hand, and the other party was deliberately trying to bump into him, clearly because he wanted to touch porcelain, but no matter how he tried to avoid it, he couldn't dodge it.

When those boys walked away cursing, Genichiro Sanada sighed helplessly and stepped forward, took out the handkerchief on his body and handed it to the child to wipe his tears, probably because he was too thin, the other party looked too small, like an immature child of children.

"Thank you," the child raised his head: "Excuse me, who are you?"

Sanada Genichiro didn't have time to answer this question, his cell phone had already rang with his grandfather's urging, because he hadn't returned by the time, so Grandpa Sanada called worriedly.

After thinking for a while, he thought that doing good deeds should not be named. Even though he knew that those people were deterred by the family, he still felt a sense of heroism in his heart, and waved his hand: "My name is not important, the important thing is that you have to be brave. , don’t walk around at night in this kind of place in the future, it’s very unsafe.”

……

"It is you……"

After thinking about this incident, Genichiro Sanada looked at the girl with softer eyes. At that time, he was not as mature as he is now, and he was not thoughtful about things. What kind of trouble does it bring to the other party.

"Did those people trouble you later?"

"No." The thin voice sounded extremely docile: "I listened carefully to what my senior said, and I didn't walk that street at night, and I usually avoid those people from a distance... But, like this If you are still not brave, will you disappoint the seniors?"

Genichiro Sanada felt a little guilty: "No, I didn't think carefully. I just considered your problem from my own perspective, but I didn't think about what would happen if those people found you again."

"At least at that time, Senior showed up." She had a sweet smile on her face, and there seemed to be light in her eyes when she smiled: "For me, that's enough. Senior didn't tell me his name, but fortunately he left it for me." I didn't know who you were until I picked up a handkerchief."

She took out a clean handkerchief from her breast pocket. It still looked soft and clean, and she knew it had been well maintained.

"This handkerchief originally belonged to the senior, and now it is returned to the original owner, here."

Genichiro took the handkerchief today, and the corner of the clean white handkerchief was still embroidered with the Sanada family crest.

He really wanted to decline and asked her to keep the handkerchief, but he ended up saying: "Did you also write the letters sent by you these days?"

I always feel that I appreciate that kind of fiery wording, which has nothing to do with the weak girl in front of me. Sure enough, when this question was asked, the girl's face immediately turned red, then waved her hands in a panic, and nodded again.

"I wrote it, but... it was a photo my friend sent me. Saying something like this can attract the attention of seniors." Thoughts in my heart."

Genichiro Sanada felt a little excited in his heart.

The short-haired girl in front of her was wearing a casual outfit, her pupils were big and bright, and her skin was white. Although she looked weak, she could arouse people's desire for protection.

"Sanada Genichiro is indeed a hero in my heart. After all, you are so powerful. You are the person I always want to be. I also hope that one day in the future I can become a man who is as indomitable as you..."

From the very beginning, he was embarrassed to hear the bewilderment behind him, Sanada Genichiro asked blankly: "A man like me who stands up to heaven and earth?"

The boy nodded embarrassingly: "That's right, because I have been in poor health since I was a child, I don't look tall, and I am timid like a girl, which makes my parents very disappointed in me, but I am like this, Even if I'm always being bullied by others, I can't be hardened, I can only hope to become someone like Senior, then no one will dare to bully me anymore."

Genichiro Sanada's smile froze on his face.

"Ah...really," he quickly realized, although his smile was still a bit stiff: "then just work hard, real strength is not only physical strength, but also inner strength, physical fitness can Exercise slowly, and you don't have to rush this moment."

He excitedly stepped forward and held Genichiro Sanada's hand: "Really? Then can I often come to Senior Sanada in the future?"

……

Suzuki Xinghuayin finally remembered who this person was: "Isn't this the little boy recruited by the director of the painting club? Because he is good-looking, he was hired as a model and ran to the studio every day."

"But I remember, he seems to be a boy."

Sasaki looked at the two people not far away, they were too far apart and they couldn't hear what the other was saying clearly, but they saw that the boy suddenly became excited, and then made some request to Genichiro Sanada.

"My gosh, they shook hands!"

Her jaw almost dropped: "Senior Sanada actually nodded in agreement!"

The author has something to say: When I am in a bad mood, I am in a good mood when Kuroichiro Sanada Genichiro

Ah, sometimes I still question myself

After all, this article is a temporary brain hole and a temporary outline. Everything was completed in a hurry. Now what supports me to continue writing is the persistence of not being unfinished

This story can't be said to have any writing style, because it is just a little sweet story without brains.I think a story cannot be an author or a tool to convey a certain concept. It should present those people and things as the story itself. That is to say, a good story does not convey three views.There are all kinds of people in the story, as long as what he does fits the character, then it doesn’t matter if the character is likable or not

The person in the story is a microcosm of the real person, and people are divided into annoying or not annoying

Sometimes there is no reply, probably because Jin Jiang swallowed the comment

I took the train for a day, so it was 2333 later