[Comprehensive Net King] Ryoma's Shadow

Tomoki was tidying up the kitchen floor when she received an internet call from Echizen Ryoma.

Because the light has been used for too long, the cool light looks a little dim.The kitchen was tidy again, but it was even more terrifyingly quiet.

After eating, Zhiji briefly browsed through the messages accumulated in these days, but there were too many, so he simply responded in a unified way, and then threw the phone aside.

"Sorry for the long wait, I'm Nozawa..." Zhiji hastily put down the mop, took off a glove and took out the mobile phone from the pocket of the apron, poked the handsfree and put it on the table beside it.

"Ah, Tomoki. I'm Echizen...good evening."

The boy's voice came through the phone, with a distorted hoarseness, but it made the kitchen alive.

"Eh? Ryoma-kun? Good evening..." Zhiji's heart skipped a beat, and even his working hands paused, and then continued to drag the floor. "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Nothing special, Echizen Ryoma probably won't be looking for her...

But according to her current appearance, there is probably nothing that can help her, right?

Zhiji smiled self-deprecatingly, put away the mop and began to count and sort the garbage.

Ryoma listened to the rustling voice on the other end of the phone, and his palms holding the phone felt a little sweaty.

"Are you occupied?"

"Ah, I ran into a little trouble, and I'm doing cleaning now." Zhiji said lightly, but Ryoma always felt that she was too calm.

Zhiji said, fastened the garbage bag, and then stood up. "Okay—what's the matter with you?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds.

"Did you see the message I sent you?" Ryoma asked, "I saw your reply—is it a mass email?"

Hearing "group sending", Zhiji felt guilty for some reason.She clamped the phone to her face, and then lifted the trash to the entrance.

"...sorry, there are too many emails. I didn't have time to check and reply to them all."

Ryoma chuckled, and Buer, who lived with him, just walked in from the outside, greeted him, picked up his clothes and walked to the bathroom.

"Then... you must not have watched the video of yesterday's game either."

While talking, Ryoma thought for a while and got off the bed, put on his slippers and went to the indoor balcony, drew the curtains, and closed the French windows.

That way, no one would probably hear him talking on the phone.

"Eh?" Zhiji was taken aback, she did not look at it.I was not in the mood to watch the live broadcast yesterday, and I am not in the mood today. "Is there a problem?"

Ryoma sighed and lay down on the railing. There seemed to be some kind of fireworks event not far away. The gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the night sky one by one, very dazzling.

He suddenly said, "I heard that shooting stars can be seen in Tokyo tonight—"

"Huh?" Zhiji let out a heck for some unknown reason, not quite understanding why he changed the subject so quickly.

Unexpectedly, Ryoma seemed to think of something again, muttering 'no' again and again, before Chiki could react, he asked again——

"That—can I start the video?"

"Ah?" Zhiji happened to be standing next to the full-length mirror in the entrance. She looked up at herself in the glasses. Her face was dark yellow, her eyes were dark circles, her hair was messy and unwashed. She was wearing a new pajamas, hanging around her neck Wearing an apron, the Winnie the Pooh on it is obviously smiling innocently, but now he looks more and more mocking.

"I...it's inconvenient..." After this incident happened, after reading the discussions on the Internet, she was not ready to meet people, let alone with such a dignified appearance.

"That's it... ah, I mean, I just need to turn on the camera here, is that okay?" For some reason, Zhiji heard a trace of pleading and anxiety.

...is she hallucinating?

"…Um."

Soon, the screen connection is successful.

"Can you see it?" Ryoma seemed a little nervous, his hand holding the camera trembled, and Zhiji could barely hear some "bang bang" explosions. The fireworks in the picture were not very clear, but they were beautiful.

Except for specific holidays, Tokyo has a smoking ban.Zhiji has been here for so long, but he doesn't have time to participate in the fireworks festival or the like, at most he just takes a look at it from a distance.

"Yeah." Zhiji didn't know why Ryoma had to make a special video to show her fireworks, but she was still very grateful that he could call herself at this time.

The Ryoma on the other end thought that Zhiji liked it too, but he didn't know that according to the video pixels on the Internet call, the fireworks in his eyes were just a few shining dots in Zhiji's eyes.

"Australia is beautiful tonight." He muttered softly.Then he repeated it again as if in a daze, the voice was very magnetic, as if it had magic power.

"Nazhiji, Australia tonight is beautiful."

...

Zhiji held the phone in a daze for a while, and instinctively told her that the call tonight was definitely not easy.But she really couldn't guess what kind of medicine was bought in Echizen Ryoma's gourd.

As if knowing the doubts in her heart, and as if she had rehearsed many times in advance so she became more confident, Ryoma saw that Zhiji didn't respond, so she asked her to watch yesterday's game video.

Zhiji turned on the computer ignorantly, and sat cross-legged on the carpet.

Ryoma heard her tapping on the keyboard, and then the video was opened. Before Zhiji had time to read the official introduction at the beginning, Ryoma called her Airborne Timeline.

The "5:36:02" video is not deleted from the game record, so the video is extraordinarily long.As for the Longma competition, it was yesterday afternoon.

His opponent...is Yukimura Seiichi.

"The intra-team battle the day before seems to have aroused everyone's interest. I didn't expect another group of intra-team battles to occur today. Let's take advantage of the few minutes of entering the stadium and ask them what they think."

The reporter was walking next to the two of them, and Yukimura Seichi was closer to him, so the microphone was handed to him first.

"Please, Yukimura-san."

Yukimura glanced at Ryoma, who was walking beside him, staring at the floor without knowing what he was thinking.

"It's really an arrangement of fate." Yukimura was still as gentle as jade with a smile on his face, "Ryoma is a powerful little guy—" Yukimura paused, his smile was more meaningful, and the words omitted later were self-evident.

He, Yukimura Seichi, is not a bad player either.

"In short, no matter what the result is, I am looking forward to playing against him. Although, I have reasons to win—"

"Eh? Can you tell me what it is? Girlfriend?" The reporter seemed extremely curious, but Yukimura just shook his head and didn't intend to reveal anything more.

"Where's Echizen-san?" Seeing that he couldn't get an answer, the reporter had no choice but to continue the interview with another person.

Hearing that he was being called, Echizen slowly raised his head. He took the microphone, but kept his eyes on Yukimura Seichi. "I'm glad to be able to fight the seniors. But—"

"I'm sorry senior, I also have reasons to want to win no matter what." A pair of amber eyes sparkled.

"Eh? Is it because of his father, Mr. Echizen Minamijiro? Is it because he wants to be better than him?" The reporter couldn't help asking.

But Long Ma hooked the corners of his lips in front of the camera for the first time—"No, it's for the girl he likes."

"If you win, just stand here and confess."

At the same time as the voice fell, the two also walked to the end of the passage.The reporter was still yelling, "Is it that so-and-so who is making a fuss?" but was stopped by the security guards.

In the picture, the door to the arena is slowly opened, and the figures of the teenagers are quite decisive.

Zhiji stared blankly at the screen, still a little unresponsive.What I can't admit is that she has been circling the reporter's last sentence "is it so and so" in her mind-she can guess who she is talking about with her little finger-but the Lord is talking to her, and she I dare not ask.

"Another 15 minutes." Ryoma's voice came suddenly, and Zhiji immediately dropped into the air according to his words.

In the first 15 minutes of the game, Echizen Ryoma scored the first overall point.

While the audience was cheering, the tennis darlings on the high platform performed cheerleading, and Echizen Ryoma also retreated from the tense atmosphere of the game.He saluted Yukimura Seiichi on the opposite side, and the auditorium all around, and finally turned to the nearest camera.

Then...while the audience was still cheering, the most confusing scene appeared——

He compared a Hart to the camera!

Echizen Ryoma, who has always been paralyzed and quiet like a chicken, compared Hart to the camera!

He also blushed foully!

Boy, do you want another wink!

"This...is just the first one." The Echizen boy pouted, and it was obvious that he still knew how shameful he was.

"Every next game...I want to fight for you!"

"Why is this sentence also..." Ryoma on the other end of the phone was taken aback and couldn't help muttering.He almost muttered this sentence. Originally, he didn't have the courage to shout it out. He just wanted to say it to himself, but unexpectedly, it was still received by the radio.

Zhiji swallowed, his heart skipped a beat by the cute dragon and horse in the video, and now he is beating his drums even more...

In the video, the audience was excited by his sudden move, screaming and cheering wave after wave.

Without waiting for Ryoma to say anything, Zhiji suddenly adjusted the time axis by himself.

Then... every time he scored, he really repeated the same action!His movements were stiff and jerky, and even his face showed a resentful embarrassment, but those eyes were getting brighter and brighter!

And the price of fancy dog ​​abuse is - the game is lost.

Although Ryoma has spent a lot of careful thought on matters unrelated to the competition, he is still serious and unambiguous during the competition.

The samurai appeared earlier than the goddess. Compared with the vague shadow three years ago, the samurai was still hidden in the darkness, but both himself and his moves were much fiercer.

"...It's developing in a different direction..." Yukimura glanced at the exquisite goddess statue behind him, and pulled off the coat on his shoulders.

"Ah, this is... the samurai after defeating "myself"." Without the duel with Zhiji, he probably wouldn't be able to get out of the magic barrier.

"It's amazing——" Yukimura closed his eyes and sighed softly, then opened them abruptly, and his violet hair also fluttered.

"But God is invincible~" All of a sudden, there was a gust of wind in the venue.

...

After losing the game, Ryoma's face was very stinky.

However, the reporter still leaned in front of him, and the cameraman couldn't stop him.

"Hey, Echizen-kun, before the start of the game, you said that if you win, you have to confess. Are you continuing to confess now? Everyone is curious about who it is!"

Ryoma glanced at the reporter, his expression still stinky.The cameraman thought, it's over, I have to protect my precious equipment.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, the guy who had been acting abnormal today suddenly laughed again.

"Although I lost, I still want to tell her that no matter what happens, I will support her."

"Confession—why did I tell you?"

Hearing such arrogant words, the cameraman was finally convinced that the person interviewed today was not a fake Ryoma.

The video hadn't finished yet, but Zhiji didn't have the heart to watch it anymore.The voice on the other end of the phone continued suddenly, regardless of whether she was listening or not.

"Tomoki, do you know that story? Mr. Natsume Soseki's translator."

Zhiji knew, of course she knew.She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"In a certain English story, the hero and heroine are walking in the courtyard admiring the moon. Under the moonlight, the boy confesses to the girl..."

"Students asked Mr. how to translate 'Iloveyou' in the text?"

The husband said, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight.Zhiji muttered silently in his heart.

"Mister said, 'The moonlight is so beautiful tonight.'" Like a telepathy, Ryoma read the words. "My husband thinks, 'Because of your company, the moonlight is extraordinarily beautiful'."

Zhiji still kept silent, listening quietly, if it wasn't for the sound of breathing, Ryoma almost thought he was still practicing.

He wrapped himself in the bathrobe, and the fireworks in the distance were not over yet, so he pointed the camera at it again.

"But for me—"

"Because it is the most beautiful thing, I want to share it with you as soon as possible."

"Zhiji, Australia is so beautiful tonight."

There is a cold touch across the cheeks, flowing all the way into the skirt.Zhiji hurriedly reached out to wipe it, but found that there was no way to stop it.

"There's been a lot going on lately—sorry I've left you alone...it's hard, isn't it? Maybe I can't help you with anything...but if possible—"

Suddenly there was some noise outside the balcony, and the fragments of words drifted into Zhiji's ears, which made her startled immediately.

She walked to the window in two or three steps and opened the curtains, then hurried back to pick up the phone.

Long Ma was so disturbed that he was overwhelmed by the thought of "how can she accept the confession and still go on a errand? Am I out of the game?", but saw that the video was turned on on the other end of the call.

There was a few seconds of silence, only continuous rays of light streaked across the sky.

"There are really shooting stars..."

"Ryoma-kun. Thank you... Tokyo tonight is also beautiful..."

"...This time, it's because you are with me..."

Long Ma lowered his head and looked at the tall buildings under his feet, suddenly feeling unreal.

"In the future... can I ask for more advice?"

Zhiji smiled, but couldn't stop crying, like a fool.

"From now on... from now on... please take care of me!"

...

"...It's all your fault when it's over... Tomorrow's eyes will definitely be swollen!"

"Ah, sorry sorry."

"... Hey, at least I'm being sincere—"

The author has something to say: On the train...uncomfortable...

Watching the movie "Love of Hundred Yuan", probably the decadence of Zhiji I wanted to show in the last chapter is like that (however, I can't write that despair)

Look at the comments of bitches... Are these chapters really going too fast? (/laugh cry)

I thought it was because of the sudden change from weekly to daily...

How about I slow down the pace?

☆、Conspiracy ([-])