[Comprehensive Net King] Ryoma's Shadow

"Oh, Zhiji." Ryoma answered very quickly, without stopping at all when shouting, even he himself was a little surprised, how could he shout so smoothly.

"When... when did you know I'm Huayin's?"

"Email. Your email addresses are the same." Ryoma answered quickly.

Chiki looked up in confusion, she remembered that she didn't seem to give Echizen Ryoma her email address.

As if seeing through her eyes, Ryoma continued casually.

"I watched the show and felt that you were not in a good condition. So, I asked Nanako for your contact information." He obviously got the approach method by insinuating, but he said it lightly, as if there was nothing wrong with it.

"I want to give you a little reminder, and I want to ask you something."

"I was really puzzled at first, but after knowing that you are Huayin, I am not surprised at all."

Without waiting for Zhiji to ask questions, Ryoma took a step forward and walked up to her suddenly.Zhiji subconsciously took half a step back, obviously Ryoma did not bully him, but it gave Zhiji a sense of oppression.Those amber eyes stared straight into hers, serious and questioning.

"Why...why do you hate tennis so much?"

In the Kansai area, the snow season comes late and goes early.Some places, like Osaka, have less snowfall in winter than Toyama on the west coast.

It rained heavily last night, but today is a nice sunny day. Scattered snowmelt mixed with rainwater slowly flows down the small canals dug by the villagers in the mountains. Some flow directly into the river, while others flow along The canals flow into the terraced fields.Flow down from the top terraces one by one, and then go to the more distant mountains.

"Can you see that mountain?" A young man asked, pointing to the distance.He was leaning on his diesel motorcycle, wearing a gray coat that looked a little old, and a pair of work boots, which were splashed with mud and water.

His diesel motorcycle was followed by a black car. The car drove steadily, and even though it was on a muddy road, it didn't splash much when it stopped.

While he was speaking, a man and a woman got out of the car.

He involuntarily glanced at the woman, who looked seventeen or eighteen years old, and looked very well-bred, completely different from those girls in the village.However, he was gouged out twice by the man before he could even look at him. He could only withdraw his gaze resentfully, pulled his wool cap, smashed his mouth, and took out a box of quilts from his chest pocket. Carefully store the cigarette, just about to take it out, but put it back as if thinking of something.

Turning around, he saw that the man's expression was unkind, he could only raise his eyebrows and look away.This middle-aged man has a Chinese-character face, and he is extremely serious to outsiders, but he is gentle only to that young lady, with an air of an elder... really annoying.

"Hmm... is it over there?" the lady asked, taking a step forward.She was dressed a bit plainly, but she couldn't hide the radiance on her body when she was talking and laughing. She didn't have that domineering feeling, but was as gentle and freehand as a spring breeze.

Asked by her, the young man immediately had a smile on his face.

He has the same dark skin as most farmers, but when he smiles, his otherwise plain face has a bit of sunshine and atmosphere.

"Ah. Just keep walking along this road." The boy stepped aside and pointed to a muddy road behind him that was eroded by rain. He still had some local accents between his lips and teeth, but it didn't hinder his careful attention. Chuan Miho understood.

"But... I don't know if the person you are looking for is here... So, you should ask the abbot of the temple." The young man rubbed the back of his head, "If it is a dead person, he should know All the religious affairs in our area depend on him."

Hosokawa Miho nodded to show that she understood that someone had pointed them out when she came to look for them early in the morning.There are quite a few villages scattered in this area, and if you inquire about them one by one, I don't know how much time it will take.So as soon as they came, they asked someone to lead the way to the temple.

"I still have something to do, so I can't accompany you up the mountain."

The young man coughed twice in embarrassment. He glanced at the middle-aged man. As if he knew what he was thinking, the man opened his leather bag neatly, took out three thousand-yen banknotes and handed them to him. , the boy immediately laughed.

He put the money into his pocket, and squeezed it with his fingertips before releasing it contentedly.This is twice as much as promised to him before leaving.

For a moment, when he looked at the face with Chinese characters, he suddenly felt cute and cute again.

"I don't know why you are looking for a dead person... However, if she has relatives, you can find them at the abbot. This temple can be regarded as a big family tree in our area!"

After getting the money, he couldn't help but mention a few more words.

Hosokawa Miho nodded, said goodbye to him, and boldly walked in the front.

The rainwater churned in the muddy pools, and there was a smell of earth, which was very similar to the smell in my grandmother's small garden.There are streams of clear springs flowing by, making gurgling sounds, and occasionally a few small loaches dug out of the fields can be seen.

Hosokawa Miho walked slowly while looking at the scene in front of her. The butler trailed behind her and did not come forward to disturb her.She closed her eyes gently, and could even imagine how beautiful it would be if it was the season of recovery of all things.

In Satoyama, water is a very important link.

People live by water, and the water is also protected by the villagers here, so that it can maintain the appearance of this paradise in the industrialized modern society.

Miho Hosokawa walked along the road the young man said, and the road was indeed easy to identify - because there was only such a wide "road" on the left and right.

When I got halfway up the mountain, it started to rain again somehow.At this time, they had already reached the stone ladder leading to the mountain temple.The rainwater hits the leaves of the ancient wood, and then drips down along the veins, making a crisp sound on the bluestone slab.

The trees along the way are a bit strange, and most of them look extremely unnatural.The twigs stretch out from the trunk, and there is a big hole in the tree. The scene in the hole is dark and somewhat unclear, as if inviting you to enter another mysterious world.

Coupled with the rainy scene, it is really a bit dark and permeable at first glance.

Hosokawa Miho couldn't help but look twice more.

"These are called hemp oak trees." The steady and heavy voice of the housekeeper's uncle sounded behind her.

Miho nodded, "It's very strange."

"I heard that the villagers choose different areas to cut down trees every year. They only take the trunk and don't damage the roots. After many years, it will grow again. Year after year, it looks like this."

"It's such a great harmonious coexistence..." At the end, the housekeeper couldn't help sighing.

Miho was silent for a while.

"Probably...that's why my aunt chose to come here..."

It was a complete accident that Miho Hosokawa came here.

During this period of time, Oda Guangxing has been busy with his mother's affairs, and she has also spent a lot of time thinking.Although Guangxing had doubts at first, it was just wishful thinking, and evidence must be found to solve the case.

But that person didn't seem to have any hidden intentions, and even released some disturbing messages from time to time, as if he was playing tricks on him.

The author has something to say: Happy National Day!go to comics tomorrow

☆, looking for and past

Before the rain became heavier, the two finally reached the place where the temple was.

Perhaps the people on the mountain got the news in advance. On the way, Hosokawa and Miho met a monk who came down to pick them up with an umbrella.This monk is practicing with his hair. He doesn't look very old, but he is a little reticent.Except for the necessary courtesy greetings, there was no words on the way until the temple.

When several people arrived, the host was waiting at the gate of the temple.The presiding officer is an old man with shaved hair, wearing a winter blue-gray monk's robe, and not wearing any underwear.There is a string of Buddhist beads hanging on the chest, and a string of small bodhi is pinched in the hand.

He said "Amitabha Buddha" in his mouth, folded his hands together and bowed to the two of them.

Hosokawa Miho and the housekeeper also returned a salute.

Afterwards, they followed the host and walked into the temple.

"Your situation... I have roughly figured it out." The host walked up the corridor, spinning the Bodhi slowly in his hand.

"What are you here to find out?"

Hosokawa Miho couldn't help but smile a little, thinking that the people in this village seem to be quite united, even a deceased person who has no blood relationship would want to protect her from being disturbed, so that she would not be disturbed by strangers. of visitors are vigilant.

"I'm here to find relatives."

Miho smiled faintly.There was a little alienation in his expression, but the housekeeper became more and more silent as he walked, as if he couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart.Fortunately, his duty is only to be a deacon, and his reticence will not attract attention.

Miho glanced at the butler behind her, and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

I don't know... Did you find the right one this time?

The old monk glanced at her, and then said "Oh" slowly.Walking through the corridor, he took out a long bunch of keys from his pocket, and slowly unlocked the longevity lock on one of the doors.There is not much rust on the lock, but the writing on the lock surface is almost worn away, probably from frequent use.

The old monk pushed open the door, and Miho was standing behind him, a sandalwood scent mixed with the musty smell common in humid areas rushed towards his face.She took a few breaths before slowing down.

"Come in." The old monk shouted from the room.

"Hey. Here we come!"

Miho followed in, while the butler spontaneously stood at the door.

Maybe it's because the sky is overcast, maybe it's because of the design of the windows that the lighting in the room is not very sufficient.

The old monk fumbled to the door, and then pressed the switch with a "snap", and the cold white light immediately filled the whole room.

There are wooden shelves in the room, filled with scrolls of economics.There is also a Buddha statue enshrined on the shrine directly opposite the door. Miho thinks that she does not have deep knowledge of Buddhism, so she can't tell which Buddha it is.

On the wall behind the small Buddha statue, there is a wall hanging of Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with great wishes.He has one leg coiled on the body of the lion-like Di Ting, one hand makes a lotus flower pinch fingers, and the other hand holds a scepter. Unlike other Ksitigarbha Bodhisattvas with eyes closed, the one in the painting stares at the square The position of the door seems to distinguish the likes and dislikes of the visitors, and it seems to warn the visitors not to have evil thoughts.

"Are you surprised?"

The old monk asked with a smile.

"Ah... a little bit. I thought it would be candles, oil lamps and so on..." Miho turned her head away embarrassedly, "Sorry, I misunderstood."

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about." The old monk walked to the shelf and picked up a notebook casually. "Temples, it's better to pay attention to some ancient ideas-but we also have to consider environmental protection haha." He actually made a joke. Although it didn't look very funny, it eased the embarrassment of the atmosphere.

"what's your name?"

"Miho Hosokawa." Miho replied while looking at the furnishings in the room.

"Oh, so, Miss Hosokawa, who are you looking for?" The monk flipped through the pages, put the book back in his hand, and took another one instead.The distance was too far, and Miho couldn't see what was written on the cover.

"My aunt..."

Miho said, then pulled the backpack behind her back, and took out a transparent file bag from it.She handed over the bag, and on the top piece of paper was a proof of kinship issued by the Himemiya-cho City Government.

The monk took it and saw that the object of proof was a person named "Marika Hosokawa".

Name: Marika Hosokawa

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: XXXX XX XX

Former residence: Himemiya-cho, Osaka Prefecture, Japan

Marriage: No

……

"The photo is a bit blurry." The old monk said, taking out the reading glasses he carried with him.

The photo on the information is black and white, and the outline of a young girl can be vaguely seen. She even cut a very fashionable and bold boy's head at that time.

"Yes." Miho replied shyly, "Because it was a photo taken many years ago. At that time, there was no personal code yet."

Hearing the personal code, the old monk frowned fiercely and snorted.

"Never again! I will never agree to personal coding. Damn war! Damn coding!"

After venting his anger, he repeated a few words "Amitabha".

Miho paused for a moment, as if she didn't hear, frowned slightly, and then continued talking to herself.

"My parents also wanted to ask someone to check the resident system, but that can't be done legally. So I can't check the information changes on her resident certificate at all..."

Miho was still chattering, it was a rare time to see her talkative.

There is no such thing as an ID card in Japan, and there is not even an identity certification system. Every cabinet has tried to plan a similar "personal code", but it was eventually rejected by the voice of the people.Due to historical reasons, the people are terribly disgusted with this thing, but this cannot stop the new version of the "Personal Coding Project" from coming.

Relatively perfect is the resident login system.The state needs to use this to collect the living conditions of the citizens. Everyone will have a resident certificate that will be kept in the hands of the local government. Once the address changes, the residents are obliged to report to the local government.

She used to think that her aunt had some kind of gap with her family, so she hadn't seen each other for so many years.But later I found out that my parents had been looking for her in private for many years.

Just like many bloody stories in those years, my aunt broke with her family because of dreams and love.

I heard from my mother that my aunt has been a smart girl since she was a child, she can speak well, she can learn everything very quickly, and her grandmother loves her very much.As a result, when she was a child, she could go to a music middle school based on her interest, while her mother took up the responsibility of the family's future and went to a private prestigious school step by step.

Things started to deviate from the trajectory everyone had expected from here.

The grandmother hopes that the aunt can enter the girls' school for further study, and further learn tea ceremony, flower arrangement... Such master arts allow the two sisters to master the inside and the outside, but the aunt drops out of school without telling the grandmother, and enters the school to go straight to the drama performance group.

Grandmother took strong measures to tie her back to the girls' school, but she sneaked out of the school many times to attend the repertory theater troupe.He even found an opportunity to secretly cancel his student status in the girls' school and returned to the theater troupe.

In a fit of anger, the grandmother threatened not to give her any child support, and let her fend for herself outside, clearly trying to trap her aunt with reality.But my aunt was lucky, she followed the theater troupe all over the country like a fish out of water, and even finally came up with the idea of ​​leaving the drama troupe and entering the entertainment industry.

But the reality is not a cat, but a lion.When it is struggling, it will give you the illusion of being docile and well-behaved like a cat. When it swings its claws, you have no time to avoid it.

When she became an adult at the age of 20, she officially broke with her family, left the theater troupe, and moved to the showbiz with her friends.

But according to Miho's mother, her aunt Marika Hosokawa didn't make a name for herself in the industry. Instead, she moved behind the scenes and became a screenwriter. Later, she even quit the industry and concentrated on becoming a writer.

At first, the two sisters maintained intermittent contact, but after the mother failed to persuade the aunt, the relationship between the sisters also became rigid.

My mother came up with the idea of ​​looking for Marika after discovering that my grandmother secretly collected Marika's works.

But after several meetings, my aunt completely lost track of her.

She changed her mobile phone number, changed her address, and her pen name was suspended after the contract expired.

The whole person seems to have evaporated from the world.

These are just a few words that Miho heard from her mother.

She thought she probably still didn't know a lot about what happened back then—but what did that matter? Her mission was to find out where her aunt was buried.

Yes, my aunt died.

This is news that the family has only received in recent years.

It's not that I can't find it all the time, it's not that my aunt is so cruel-hearted - because she has already left.The yin and yang are separated, how can it be possible to convey what you want to say.

……

There was a moment of silence in the room, except for the rustling sound of books turning in the monk's hands.

"Then how did you come up with the idea of ​​coming here to find her?"

Miho pursed her lips.

"It's just a coincidence."

An overseas person who once bought chrysanthemums from his aunt came to Japan again to ask for flowers, and was recommended to the Hosokawa head family in Himemiyacho City. This is how what happened now.

"Oh……"

The old monk responded, and then took a few books from the shelf and handed them to Miho Hosokawa.

"Don't be idle, call the benefactor outside to help."

"Oh...you don't know the date of your death. I guess it's been ten years, but what year is it? I have to find the past one by one..." The old monk sighed, but he didn't mean to complain. , but searched with all her heart and soul, which made Miho feel even more embarrassed.

She turned her head to call the housekeeper uncle, then hugged the notebook, sat cross-legged on the ground, and rummaged through it intently.

"There must be... there will be results."

The author has something to say: the ring scar is the dot on the head of the monk, which is a characteristic of monks in a certain period of China (especially in the Han Dynasty) (from Song and Yuan Dynasties to 1983).Then Ksitigarbha, when I was a child, I always thought it was the original body of Tang Monk in Journey to the West before his reincarnation...

Then there is no identity card for the Japanese, and no identity verification system... This is another long list.During World War II, people were required to write personal information on white cloth and sew it on their clothes. Two of the disgusting uses were "conscription" and "claiming corpses after US bombing", so the older generation was very disgusted.

Alright, I'm going to write today's article now, I still have [-] words to spare.

☆、Inquiry and battle

"Why...why do you hate tennis so much?"

This is a question from Echizen Ryoma.

Zhiji pursed his lips, calmed down suddenly, and asked back in a somewhat mocking tone.

"Then... Ryoma-kun who asked this question... why did you start to hate tennis again?"

Such a question can be said to be right in the heart.

Ryoma was stunned for a moment, and Zhiji took two steps back involuntarily when he recovered.It was then that he noticed the inappropriate distance between the two just now.He subconsciously wanted to press the brim of his hat, but then he remembered that he was not wearing a hat, so he could only put his hand in his pocket resentfully.

"...how did you find out?"

he asked in a low voice.

"Eh? I... I guessed..." Zhiji muttered stupidly, and then began to ask again, "Then how did you see it?"

hate tennis and stuff...

Was she really that obvious?

Speaking of this question, Ryoma couldn't help frowning with some doubts.

"Has no one ever talked to you?"

Zhiji hesitated and didn't answer.

"Every time I look at you on the show... I feel like something is different."

Even though he knew that what he was going to say probably wasn't what he imagined, Zhiji couldn't help but miss a beat in his heart.

Ryoma didn't notice any ambiguity in the content of his conversation, and was still immersed in the topic he wanted to express.

"Actually, I didn't feel it at first..." But as time went on, the feeling became stronger.

"Hey, you look like you're completely tired of this game."

Such calm words came out of his mouth.

Zhiji froze for a moment, not knowing what to say.What Echizen Ryoma said...had the same meaning as what the judges said.

But... this is something she doesn't even know.

Although I didn't really want to participate in the program at the beginning, but after I came, I also planned to work hard with the mentality of "if you come, you will be safe". What went wrong?

She looked down at the palm of her hand, closed it, and let it go again.The veins in the palm are clearly visible, and the skin has turned white a lot, but the calluses left by so many years of practice remain on it forever.

In the next second, this hand was held by someone.

Tomoki raised his head in shock and looked at the owner of the other hand.

"Ryoma... Jun?"

She tried to struggle, but was held tightly by the other party, unable to break free.

Ryoma still kept calm on his face, staring at Zhiji's eyes quietly, so focused that the latter's originally erratic eyes stopped involuntarily.

Damn it... why is that hot feeling on the tip of my ear coming again...

"I have a lot of things I don't understand now." Otherwise, I wouldn't ask Nanako Echizen, who came to this mountain to collect plants, to take me up the mountain on purpose, and I wouldn't unconsciously go to the villa area to observe her daily itinerary. To find an opportunity to communicate.

It has been two days since he went up the mountain with doubts in his mind, and his desire to find out is getting stronger and stronger.This feeling almost reached its peak when he received an invitation to participate in the Australian Open exhibition match.

If... this problem is not resolved, will his career stop here or be full of ups and downs?

Echizen Ryoma couldn't imagine.

Therefore, there was a voice in his heart that was clamoring——

Can't wait any longer.

He held Zhiji's hand, slowly raised it up, and placed it within the field of vision between the two of them.

"Use this hand... to fight me again."

"I would like to know--"

"When I hate tennis, what kind of thing is it...?"

From Zhiji's point of view, in fact, she would say "Why does Ryoma-kun hate tennis again?" Such words are not entirely groundless.

At first, when I watched him play some time ago, I had a vague feeling like this, but now I heard him ask such a question, and I couldn't help but express my guess.

From Echizen Ryoma's point of view, the beginning of such an awkward feeling probably... probably started when he signed with the club, right?No, maybe earlier...

"Today... there are so many things that happened...haha..." Zhiji withdrew his hand, and sorted out his ear hair in embarrassment.She unconsciously looked away again.

In the field of vision, there is a thick layer of asphalt growing on the old eaves of the temple, and a few sparrows flapped their wings and flew to rest on the corners of the eaves.The leisurely scene over there and what is happening in the yard seem to be completely out of the same picture.

Zhiji swallowed, feeling inexplicably nervous, and the thought of leaving as soon as possible rose in his heart.

"Play a game."

Seeing that she didn't respond, Echizen Ryoma repeated it stubbornly.

He turned around and took the tennis bag he had put on the table, then opened the bag, took out a tennis racket and handed it to Zhiji.

"Please play with me."

In the end, Zhiji still didn't bother Ryoma's request.Whenever she looked at those sincere cat eyes, she couldn't say the words of rejection when they reached her lips.

Forget it...just think of it as doing him a favor—probably, you can also count as doing yourself...

she thought so.

But the game is not just a fight.Not to mention whether there is a tennis court on this mountain, the time spent is just a problem.

So Zhiji just agreed first, and then they chatted a few more words before she hurried back.

After all, it was only her morning exercise time after being out for so long, and it was already very late.If we delay for a while, something may go wrong.If it is known that she came out to meet outsiders, maybe there will be some gossip...

With such worries, Zhiji soon returned to the villa.

Ellie was doing yoga exercises on the bed when she came in.

Ellie, who was in the same room, was a little surprised by her change. When she left, her heart was still heavy, but after returning, she seemed to let go a lot.

She adjusted her posture, and directly asked the doubts in her heart.

Ellie has always been outspoken. At this time, due to the elimination of the previous rounds of competitions and the feedback from the audience voting, there were only the two of them left in the dormitory, so she spoke without any scruples.

"Where did you take the panacea? You feel refreshed."

Zhiji didn't pay attention to her somewhat eccentric tone, took off the winter clothes and flung them on the bed, then dug out the change of clothes from the box.

"It's just a stroll up the mountain."

The author has something to say: Yes, this chapter has shrunk again... I went to bed 233

☆, congratulations and handshake meeting

Ellie pursed her lips, obviously not believing Zhiji's words.But seeing Zhiji's calm expression again, he immediately lost the mood to ask questions.

"whispering sound--"

She snorted and stopped moving.He ran out of bed barefoot, stepped in front of Zhiji's bed, and threw the quilt that he had moved to Zhiji's bed just now to make room for it, and threw it back on his own bed.

The strength of the throw was quite heavy, and I didn't want to hide my upset mood at all.

Although it is a villa, the room is not that big.In particular, the design of this villa was originally designed as a suite hotel. Naturally, the room space should be smaller, and the number of rooms should be more.If the real single-rental villa is sponsored to the program group, it is estimated that the girls can only lay the floor in the living room in this winter.

So there was no place in the room to put a yoga mat at all, and Ellie could barely make do with the bed.

She threw the quilt back, and then turned around to find her own slippers.Then she pulled her shoes and went out, seeing how she was holding her clothes, she probably planned to wash up.

Hearing the sound of her slamming the door, Zhiji could only raise her eyebrows inexplicably.She really didn't understand why this roommate was so angry with her, very enthusiastic for a while, and angry for a while.

The thought swirled in her mind for a few seconds before being dismissed from her mind.Zhiji took her clothes and walked towards the door.

As soon as she opened the door, she just ran into Asakura Minami.

"Ah, um... good morning, Chiki..." Asakura Miha seemed taken aback by her sudden push of the door, "Eri-chan just mentioned to me that you are back..."

Zhiji nodded, with a kind smile on his face unconsciously.In Asakura Minami's eyes, this expression is different from the increasingly paralyzed expression seen these days.

"Is there anything I can do?" Zhiji asked.

"Ah, it's not a big deal..." Asakura Minami was stunned for a second before recovering, with a joyful smile on her face, "I heard Ali-chan say that you feel much better after going out to relax, it's really great alright!"

"It seems that Zhiji has finally regained his vitality!"

Hearing what Minami said, Tomoki couldn't help but stare in embarrassment.

"...Am I really so obvious?" It seemed that everyone could see it, but she herself was still in the dark...

"Yeah!" Asakura Minami nodded vigorously, and stretched out her hand to pinch Chiki's face jokingly, "Actually... I wanted to tell you a long time ago, but I don't know how to say it..."

"You...you always look indifferent, what if you become facial paralyzed?"

"Idol who can't laugh—" Asakura Miha paused, let go of her hand and took two steps back to look at Tomoki, before nodding in trouble, "Ah...seems to be full of feelings..."

"The new young tennis player in the world, Tezuka Kunimitsu seems to have facial paralysis~ Many of them have fallen in love with him because of this attribute!" The "they" in Minami's mouth refers to the other participating girls.

During this period of time, Zhiji lived relatively closed, but Asakura Minami became more and more familiar with others.

Maybe seeing her so pure and kind, everyone is more willing to be friends with her

Kim Yenmi, who heard their conversation not far away, couldn't help but came over and patted Minami on the shoulder.

"Are you encouraging her facial paralysis, or enlightening her—" She then nodded towards Zhiji, her long chestnut hair glowing slightly in the sun, "Congratulations, I'm very happy I see you cheer up."

"...Thank you." Zhiji replied.

"You don't need to thank me, I should thank you!" Jin Yanmei shook her head, what she said made Zhiji slightly surprised.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Because—" Jin Yanmei paused, raised his chin slightly, "Only if everyone goes all out, this game will be more meaningful!" Winning will give you a sense of accomplishment!

"Speaking of which, what is today's itinerary like?" It should not be another game.

"Should I go to the dance classroom to learn cheerleading? There are many girls here who don't have any dance foundation. I guess they have to learn for a while." Asakura Miha pouted a little discouraged, because she has no dance foundation. That's great.

Zhiji smiled and patted her on the shoulder reassuringly.

"Come on."

The line of sight returned to the small black room after the interview.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the familiar bus from the program group arrived on time, and set off again with a load of girls on it.

Zhiji was still sitting on the seat with her name written on it, the girl who was originally sitting next to her had already gone to another empty seat and was talking and laughing with someone in a low voice.Some people in the car were sleeping, and some were reviewing the tennis knowledge they had learned these days. The car was full of people when they arrived, but now it has lost nearly half of it.

Can't fall behind anymore...

Zhiji thought silently in his heart.

Not long after, the car drove into the city.

The girls' exclamations gradually came from their ears, and Zhi Jicai woke up faintly, and fell asleep unconsciously.

"What happened?" Zhiji asked subconsciously.

However, no one answered her at this time, it seemed that everyone crowded to the window, looking out for something.

Zhiji hurriedly opened the window and looked out. The moment the window was opened, it seemed that a wave of sound squeezed in directly, like a thunderbolt suddenly exploded in the ear, which shocked Zhiji.

"Meibo sauce!"

"Ah—Master Nanako~"

"Kenmeixi! Sara, hey!"

"..."

On both sides of the bus there was a long isolation belt, and there were even a few strong security guards standing at intervals, and many young people were crowded outside the isolation belt.Some of them kept shaking their so-called support objects, some held up banners, all of them blushed and their necks were thick. Standing closer, Zhiji could even see the bruises on their necks from screaming. Exploding tendons.

The girls in the car also yelled together, and some even ran around the windows on both sides of the car to respond, so excited!

"This is really..." Zhi Ji clicked his tongue, momentarily at a loss for words.

While she was in a daze, a sudden shout came over!

"Nozawa-san!"

"Haiyi!" Zhiji responded loudly almost subconsciously.As a result, when he lowered his head, he realized that the sound was coming from under the car—someone had crossed the barrier!

It was a slightly chubby male, he was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he looked like he was in his early 20s, and on his wrist was a silk scarf with a black base and a white daisy pattern - that was known some time ago Ji personally participated in the design of his own support items.

"Be sure to cheer up!"

Just as he finished yelling this sentence, the nearby security guards also surrounded him, and the two dragged him together to try to get him out of the isolation zone.When being dragged, he did not forget to turn his head and yell "I must!" "I am Wang Xiaoming!" "I like you the most!"

Zhiji froze for a moment, then stood up and opened the window vigorously, arching her hands in front of her face in a trumpet shape.

"Thank you! I will work hard!"

Although it is rare for Zhiji to do such a thing, the surrounding voices are too loud, and I don't know if that person can hear it...

Wang Xiaoming...the pronunciation sounds a bit strange...but it feels so good to be confessed by fans in public!Zhiji suddenly understands why some people want to become stars even though they become actors.

this beats