[Comprehensive Net King] Ryoma's Shadow

The bus stopped at the door for a while, and only drove in after the security guards evacuated the fans in front of them out of a road.

The venue is a large exhibition hall, which is specially built for renting out for activities.When the World Chrysanthemum Exhibition was held here last year, Zhiji and Qiuzi came here together.Unexpectedly, this place has now become his home field.

Under the leadership of Brother Xiaojie, the girls went down to the temporary backstage, which was used as the staff lounge, and the off-site fans in front of them also began to enter the venue in an orderly manner under the dredging of the staff.

"Handshake! Oh my God!"

"Unbelievable! By the way, with so many of us going out, will it be mistaken for AKB48? Haha!"

"Oh my god! Tomoki! It's actually a handshake meeting!" Everyone in the room couldn't sit still and yelled, and Asakura Minami even rushed over and hugged Tomoki.

"What should I do? I'm not ready at all! What should I do?"

"Probably... just as usual?" Someone replied tentatively, but there was also some concern in his tone.

It can be seen that everyone is very excited, but also a little worried, after all, this is something that has never been done before.

"Ha, ha... It's really exciting... Minami, let me go first~" Rao Zhiji couldn't help but have some small expectations, but she cared more about being hugged too tightly by Minami than this. Yes, a little uncomfortable.

"I'm so excited..." Minami pouted a little dissatisfied, but she still let go of her hand.

Brother Xiaojie is now smiling at the door and watching these fledgling girls go crazy and excited, thinking that they are so energetic now, and then they will have to suffer in their hearts.

While the girls were chattering, an unfamiliar voice suddenly broke in.

"That... the handshake meeting—do you need to write?"

In an instant, the audience fell silent.

As soon as Zhiji turned around, he finally understood why the voice was not so familiar.

It is Jiewangdan.

If it is said that Zhiji has always exuded the aura of "don't get close to strangers" and "don't bother me", which leads to less communication with others... then Jie Wangdan can be said to be the type who doesn't talk much at all , and even at ordinary times almost people do not pay much attention.

But it is such a girl who can suddenly become dazzling every time in the game, and has a sense of presence that cannot be ignored.

She was sitting on the red makeup chair with her head down. Because the chair was adjusted too high, her legs were hanging in the low air and swayed slightly with her movements, making her look even petite.

She was holding on to the slightly longer sleeves tightly with both hands, as if she was very nervous.

"Handshake meeting, do you need a signature?" She seemed to feel that no one was paying attention to her, so she repeated it again.

"Should...no need, after all, shaking hands is different from signing a sale." Someone speculated.

"Ah! Jiewangsang, you can't write well, right?" Ellie clapped her hands suddenly, walked over and hooked one hand on Jiewangdan's shoulder, "Is it true?"

"Hey, Ellie..." Asakura Minami tried to stop Ellie, but Ellie moved too fast, before Minami had time to say anything, Ellie's words were out of her mouth.

"...I really can't write well." Jie Wangdan was silent for two seconds, raised his head and replied seriously, looking a little frustrated.

She turned her head to look at Brother Xiaojie again, puffed up her cheeks a little before continuing, "But if I really want to write...then I will try my best not to lose face of the program crew!"

Brother Xiaojie burst out laughing.

"Hey, our contestant Jie Wangdan is really cute, isn't he?" He smiled at the camera, and then turned his head to look at the girls.

"Don't worry! Autographs are prohibited at handshake meetings—but then, is there going to be an autograph session?"

This time, most of the girls shook their heads.

"Absolutely not!"

So many people on the scene will be exhausted to sign!

Shaking hands is a novel experience for everyone, and Zhiji is no exception.

Small partitions were temporarily set up in the arena, and a set of tables and chairs were equipped between the partitions.The girls were led by the staff and sat down in their own room.A bodyguard stood not far behind each of them.

A door curtain was drawn between every two partitions, and the names of the girls were written on it.The queuing channel leads directly to the door. In order to prevent accidents, the organizer specially set up a partition not far from the door. A security personnel in each team is responsible for opening the partition and letting them pass.

Half an hour later, Zhiji sat in the small room with her chin resting, feeling a little tired.The door curtain blocked her view, but she could also vaguely hear some increasingly noisy voices.It is estimated that the fans are still entering the venue.

She moved her gaze boredly, glanced at the covered door curtain, and at the chairs prepared for fans at the other end of the table, a funny thought suddenly flashed in her mind.

It's really like...waiting for the literal guest of honor...

Suddenly, a sound of tapping on the partition interrupted her thoughts.

"No...Nozawa-san? May I bother you?"

"What's wrong? Jiewangsang?" Zhiji stood up from the chair and directly probed to the next door.

It was Jie Wangdan who knocked on the door next door.

Counting the door curtains, these compartments are only closed on three sides, so Zhiji can directly lean towards the next door from behind.

"I'm sorry, Nozawa-san, please hurry back to your place. Please don't poke your head and communicate. The handshake meeting is about to start!" Zhiji just poked his head out, and was immediately scolded by the person in charge .

She smiled embarrassedly, quickly retracted her body, and sat down in her seat.Like she never did.

But the exchange is still going on.

"This...these posters are given to everyone, right?"

Jie Wangdan's voice was a little trembling, as if he was still very nervous.

As for the poster she was talking about, it was developed from photos taken of them in the last round of competition.Everyone only received their own share, and they needed to give it away as a small gift when fans came.

"Yes, it can be regarded as popular again..."

"Jie Wangsang, you don't have to be too nervous. This is the first time for everyone to do this, and everyone is on the same starting line."

Zhiji flipped through the posters on the table and comforted her.

"That's what you say...but——"

"What are you worried about?" Zhiji couldn't help asking curiously.I usually just think that she doesn't have a strong sense of existence, but I didn't expect that she was so timid.

There was silence for a while before her voice came again.

"It's nothing... oh... Maybe it's because of timidity." She said with self-deprecation.

The author has something to say: According to this trend... It is estimated that there will be half a chapter in the future, and it is not that I have never thought about not being a KKKKK... Please call me half a cat in the future...

National Day is over!Classes start tomorrow morning!

——

Today... I don't want to complain anymore...

☆、Unexpected visitors and worries

Zhiji didn't know how to persuade her, and Jie Wangdan also fell silent spontaneously.Not long after, a staff member came to inform that the preparations had officially started.

Zhiji and others sat in the room, knowing nothing about the outside world.

The entire exhibition hall is divided into several areas according to the distribution of compartments.There are two compartments in one area, a total of fourteen compartments in seven areas.There is a display screen on each area, which shows interval numbers such as "1-500" and "501-1000".

"I didn't expect there to be so many people..." In the crowd, a slightly fat man held a ticket in his hand, and couldn't help but click his tongue when he saw the long queue in front of him. "If I knew it, I would have come to line up earlier instead of going to the bathroom..." He ruffled his hair angrily.

"Hmph." Someone beside him snorted coldly.

The man blushed and muttered impatiently: "Okay, Wang Xiaoming, don't blame me! Do you still remember who brought you into the pit?!"

Wang Xiaoming glanced at him sideways, and lied without blushing, "I don't remember."

"you……"

"Oh, what's your number? Where do you go?" The little fat man wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Wang Xiaoming.Under Wang Xiaoming's urging eyes, he took out the ticket from his pocket and smoothed it out with his hands.

Like other handshake meetings, in order to divert the flow of people, the organizer adopted the method of regional number restriction.The number is on the ticket for each person.For example, area 1 is limited to "500-[-]", so during this time period, only people whose numbers are within this range can participate in the handshake meeting here.

In this way, on the one hand, it reduces the difficulty of on-site management, and on the other hand, it can resolve the situation that one side is full and the other side is deserted due to the difference in popularity.

"Um... I'm 624—ah, what a pity... My Minami-chan's place is now limited to 800-1000. Hey, Wang Xiaoming, what number do you have?"

"778."

"Ah! What a pity! It's almost there! Otherwise, you can just use your ticket to go there... Then where are we going now? I just came here to see Minami-chan... Otherwise, where should I go for a meeting?"

Wang Xiaoming glanced at him, pushed his glasses, pulled his backpack and walked to another area.Now more and more people are entering the arena. If you don't hurry up and queue up, you don't know when you have to wait.

"Hey, where are you going? To see that desperate girl you like so much—hey...you have really strong taste!" Seeing Wang Xiaoming leaving him behind, the little fat man chased after him unwillingly.When he was speaking, the expression on his face changed very quickly. At first it was exaggerated, and later it was winking and slightly obscene.

"Go away! Fatty!" Wang Xiaoming rolled his eyes and pushed him away, and couldn't help but swear.

In the end, the little fat man couldn't help but stand behind Wang Xiaoming.

"Because the line here is limited to 600-799, it would be a waste if you don't come with a ticket, and it's a bit boring to wait on the side..." He yelled explaining himself, and finally had to look at the eyes of the people around him. Muttering in a low voice.

Wang Xiaoming ignored him, the little fat man paused for a while, then couldn't help scratching his head and looking around.As a result, I don’t know if I don’t look at it. I didn’t expect that there are quite a lot of women queuing in this area. Although the ratio of men to women is still unequal, it is much better than the surrounding area.

"Probably... it's just a coincidence of numbering the tickets..."

As time passed, the team continued to move forward, and they were almost at the end without knowing it.

"next."

A man lifted the curtain and walked out with a happy face, and someone could be vaguely seen sitting behind it from the raised gap.When the security guard saw him coming out, he opened the barrier to release the queue on this side, and the man was led by the staff to go out from the other side of the passage.

This time it was a girl who went in with her long hair tied up, wearing a small pink padded jacket and a pair of gray cotton bottoming pants. She looked young and looked young and beautiful.

"I didn't see it... Such a cute girl has such a strong taste..." The little fat man's eyes widened. This time he was smarter, and his voice was extremely low, and he only mumbled something in Comrade Wang Xiaoming's ear.

"Get out! I'm going to beat you up, okay?"

Not to mention how noisy the two outside were, in this compartment, Zhiji saw off the somewhat difficult man, and was taking a short sip of hot water on his seat to rest.

According to the requirements of the program group, they will have some brief exchanges with visiting fans when shaking hands, while the last man always asks some explicit questions or makes some unreasonable demands, Zhiji can't turn his face on the spot, just Being able to tactfully refuse or change the subject, I actually started to slowly hold back my anger.

"so troublesome……"

She closed her eyes and rubbed her eyebrows and muttered.

"What's the trouble?"

Suddenly a voice came over, startling her.

Why didn't anyone notify her when fans came in?What about the staff?

These thoughts flashed through Zhiji's mind in a panic, but when she was flustered, at least she still remembered to put away her water glass, then stood up and put on a trademark smile.

As a result, the smile froze on his face in the next second, turning into surprise.

"Welcome - Qiu, Qiuzi?"

"Why are you here?"

Chiaki asked with wide-eyed eyes.And Qiuzi just pulled the chair away with a smile, and sat on it. Following her movements, the ponytail that had grown a lot flung a beautiful arc in the air.

"What? Not welcome?"

Zhiji quickly waved his hand and sat down.

"What's wrong—speaking of which, you didn't tell me about it on the phone yesterday!" Although the program team took away all the communication equipment from the contestants to prevent cheating and to allow the contestants to devote themselves to their studies and exercises, But every Wednesday and Sunday, everyone has 5 minutes of open-ended public phone time.

Zhiji would call Harada-sensei every time, then Miyazaki Akiko, and finally the increasingly verbose and sensitive manager Fukada Tsurumi.

"It's been a long time since I saw you...I'm very worried about you!" Qiuzi leaned back on his chair and sped up his speech, "But it's really speechless to have to use this way to see you..."

Zhiji chuckled.

Speaking of which, they really haven't seen each other for a long time.At the end of the year, Zhiji was busy filming and accompanying Zhiwu, and when the new year was over, Qiuzi went back to his hometown, and then Zhiji joined the program group to live a closed life...

"Then, Ms. Miyazaki Akiko~ Thank you very much for your liking. This poster is for you. Shake hands and we are friends, shall we?" Zhiji took the poster roll and handed it to Akiko, then stretched out her right hand , The job that was done very well at first turned into an uncontrollable smile when the two looked at each other.

"Thank you~ Hey, but to be honest, I'm worried about you!" Qiuzi accepted the poster, leaned forward, and restrained her smile.

At this moment, the staff tapped the curtain lightly and gestured towards Zhiji.

This is to remind Zhiji to end as soon as possible.

The author has something to say: I am no longer the old dog, I have been turned into a TwT

Tomorrow is full of classes, I go to the cafeteria to work part-time after work, and learn radio gymnastics after part-time work, and then, it's nine o'clock... My Black Tuesday...

☆, Reminders and new news

Zhiji's heart warmed, and he smiled.She took Qiuzi's hand and put it in the palm of her hand, and attached her other hand to it.Without the protection of the gloves, the temperature of her palms was a little lower than that of Qiuzi.But this does not prevent her from conveying the warmth in her heart.

"Hey, hey...Thank you for your concern—but don't worry, Ryoma also talked to me last time...don't worry, I will take care of myself."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Qiuzi not only did not let go of the solemn expression on his face, but became more dignified, but he couldn't help but take on a teasing tone when he spoke.

"Yo yo yo, Mr. Longma... It's okay, he already mentioned this to me. I don't bother to care about the games you play, anyway—" Qiuzi said, suddenly stood up from the chair while supporting the table Get up, lean forward, and press in front of Zhiji.

"Hey, Tomoki... you're not going to give Giri chocolates next month, are you? I've dealt with a lot of pink letters this week!"

The corner of Zhiji's mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, and his eyes shifted slightly.

"Ah, ah? Qiuzi... I don't quite understand what you mean..."

Qiuzi folded her arms around her chest and snorted coldly.She wanted to say something more, but the staff at the door had already stepped in and kindly reminded her that the time was up.

"It's up to you whether you understand it or not." She pulled her backpack from behind, rolled up Zhiji's poster and put it in. "But I just want to remind you once in a while - enjoy your youth once in a while." The implication is to make her look like a normal girl.

"Hey, hey!" Zhiji laughed awkwardly, then muttered in a low voice, "Whoever stipulates that youth must fall in love..."

At this time, the staff had already walked to Qiuzi's side and made a gesture of please.

Qiuzi took two steps obediently, then suddenly turned back and hugged Zhiji, looking like a crazy fan who was reluctant to part with her idol.Zhiji froze for two seconds, then patted Qiuzi on the back dumbfounded as if coaxing a child.After the staff member reacted, he also looked helpless. In the end, he stepped forward to pull him down, but Qiuzi retreated obediently.

"Sorry, sorry, let's go now~" Qiuzi smiled at the elder brother of the staff, and walked out consciously.

This time the staff didn't dare to be sloppy, with a cold face, they almost stopped Qiuzi from going out.

He quietly wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and silently removed his hand from the stick in his trouser pocket.Glancing secretly at the security guard standing not far behind Zhiji, he found that the other party was doing similar actions.

Fortunately, this is just a fan who is simply reluctant to part with his idol. If... someone with malicious intentions, then if something happens today, he will be involved as one of the security guards.

"Hurry up, there are still people waiting behind!" He couldn't help scolding.

Zhiji had discovered the movement of the staff touching the stick as early as the first time, and she also nodded to show that she was fine, then patted Qiuzi and pushed her away.

She bent towards the two uncles who had experienced spiritual fright.

"Ah, don't worry, I'm fine, she's just a little excited-I'm fine, don't worry!"

……

"Next!"

This feast lasted from morning until the afterglow filled the sky.The voices outside the arena gradually became noisy. Although the cleaning work inside the arena had already started, the scorching atmosphere still did not fade away.

At noon, there was no area number for a complete round, so most of the people were still in the field.However, news came from the program group that the handshake meeting was suspended.

They improvised a simple stage, while the contestants did some impromptu performances.It can be regarded as a great benefit to fans who originally thought it was just "shaking hands and meeting".

"Who do you want to win the final championship—" Brother Xiaojie shouted excitedly with the microphone, and then he extended the microphone to the audience.

Immediately, various names burst out from the crowd.

"What? I can't hear you! Louder--" Brother Xiaojie was very playful, imitating the appearance of popular actresses and squatting down, putting one hand to his ear for answering, and the other hand holding the microphone towards the audience .

This echo was indeed much louder, but people's opinions were not unified, and they each reported the name of the candidate in their hearts, and the whole venue sounded extremely noisy.

"Ah, it seems that everyone has someone they like—" Brother Xiaojie withdrew the microphone and glanced at the place where the girls were resting backstage.At this moment, he was the only one on the stage, and he purposely raised his voice.

"it's a pity--"

"We can only have one champion..."

"Then how about I decide by default? If you agree, please wave your hands vigorously!"

"Hey, hey——" Mike, who was standing in front of the stage, couldn't help shouting a few words.

"This man is really shameless..." He complained to the staff beside him, winning their strong approval.

After the handshake meeting was over, the staff of the program group were staying there to organize the equipment, and the girls also leaked and did not leave immediately.

Everyone is very tired and needs to rest in place for a while.

Zhiji stayed in the lounge for a while, then got up and went out.

She was standing near the exhibition hall, in the middle of the field in front of her, several staff members with red armbands on their cuffs and red standard hats were removing the isolation belts that were pulled up when queuing.

Leaning against the pillar, she watched their actions with a dull expression, not knowing what she was thinking.

"It's finally over."

A voice came from behind her, Zhiji turned around and found that it was Jie Wangdan.

"What? Are you still so nervous?" Zhiji asked.

Jie Wangdan frowned slightly, he was used to facial paralysis, even now that his heart was suffering to death, the expression on his face didn't seem to change much.

"Of course... from the beginning to the end..." This means that she has been maintaining a high level of tension from the beginning to the end of the handshake meeting.

Zhiji smiled and said nothing.

At this time, Asakura Minami was pulling Kim Yenmi and Mike while walking and talking, Kim Yenmi and Mike were chatting, and Asakura Minami seemed to be just as a companion, and she waved to Zhiji and the others from a distance.

Chiki smiled at her in response, and Minami turned her head to chat with Kim Yenmi again, looking like she was going back to the lounge.

"...I heard it." Jie Wangdan silently watched Chiki and Asakura Minami say hello, and suddenly said such a sentence.

"Eh?"

"...nothing, I mean, what Mike announced—are you ready?"

"Go to Australia."

The author has something to say: there will be an English speech contest tomorrow... Bitch, wish me luck~

☆, snatch and autopsy

Nine in the morning.

Uda Building.

Miss Tanaka showed up at the door of the company on time as usual.

She brushed her hair around her ears, smiled and said hello to her colleagues on guard, and took out her work card from her purse to punch in.

The moment she just moved the card to the sensor, there was a harsh buzzing sound in the hall——

"What, what's going on?" She hurriedly removed the card from the sensor, but the machine was still beeping.In the blink of an eye, everyone in the hall looked over one after another, and whispers came from the crowd.

She took a step back subconsciously, but the tingling sensation brought by the six-centimeter stiletto heel managed to bring her back to her senses.

"It's okay...it's okay..." She muttered a few words in a low voice.Then she raised her head again, and shifted her gaze to the guard lady who was on the phone, with a bit of displeasure in her voice.

"What's the situation? Hurry up and ask someone to solve it!!"

The welcome lady who was still joking with her just now was also very flustered at this time. She was talking with the maintenance personnel, so she could only make a few apologetic gestures towards Miss Tanaka with a frightened face.And her colleague ran towards the boss who heard the sound, explaining the current situation.

"Tsk...it's so early in the morning, what a bad mood..." Ms. Tanaka stomped her steps in displeasure, and the probing eyes of the crowd around her made her feel a little uncomfortable.She couldn't help but pursed her lips tightly, and then walked aside unwillingly.

After one or two minutes, the maintenance personnel hurried over.

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Tanaka...we will settle this matter as soon as possible."

The person in charge walked towards her with an apologetic face. She nodded perfunctorily to express her understanding, but her face was still not very good.She belongs to Yukiko Kugimiya's influence, and her position is higher than many people present. Although she usually looks approachable, she is very bluffing when she is serious.

The harsh sound quickly subsided, and the maintenance personnel removed a certain part of the original machine and were replacing it with a new one.

"It's just a small problem." One of them explained to the person in charge holding the piece.

The person in charge was about to ask a few more questions, but Ms. Tanaka looked at her phone and opened her mouth with displeasure.

"how much longer?"

"It'll be fine in a minute or two—" the person in charge winked at the maintenance personnel, and then clasped his hands several times in embarrassment, "Well... Miss Tanaka, is there anything urgent?"

"No matter how urgent it is, you can't get in without punching in our company!" Ms. Tanaka snorted coldly. She didn't know what she saw when she opened the phone just now, and her anger gradually grew when she spoke.

The person in charge chuckled in embarrassment, and didn't dare to answer casually.

After about a few minutes, there was a "beep" from the clock-in machine.Ms. Tanaka breathed a sigh of relief, raised her legs and was about to walk there quickly.The people around all asked her to go ahead because of their face.

But in the next second a black figure flashed past her.

There was another familiar "beep" from the machine, which meant that the card was passed.

"Hey, good morning, Ms. Tanaka—I'm sorry, let's go first!" The man was wearing a cheap black suit, and he was carrying an old leather bag in his hand, and he didn't know what was stuffed in it.His black hair was messy as if it hadn't been taken care of in a few days.While running, he turned around leisurely and greeted Tanaka.

The moment she saw the person coming, Ms. Tanaka's pupils suddenly shrank, and she clenched her gums.

"Village, mountain, and eye!"

Although on the surface he appeared to be able to do his job with ease, as soon as Murayama entered the elevator, he began to press the floor, and then kept poking the close button.

"Hey, Murayama-san, what are you doing!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry—" He laughed and apologized to his colleagues outside who hadn't figured out the situation through the slowly closing gap of the elevator, and closed the elevator door mercilessly.

"Hey, hey - we are also in a hurry to report to the department! You!"

"Well... he's always like that... he thinks it's great to be around Master Guangxing—"

"Keep your voice down..."

……

Murayama, who was already in the elevator, didn't hear the latter comments at all, but even so, he could guess what those people would say - because he has done this kind of thing not once or twice with such a frizzy temper... …

After finally reaching the door of Guangxing's office, he came to a sudden stop.

Standing at the door, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and pulled the hem of his clothes against the reflective door. He was about to pluck his bird's nest-like hair again, when the door opened with a "click".

The gap in the door was gradually pulled open, revealing Oda Mitsuhoshi's slightly gloomy face.

"Ah, morning—" Good morning, boss.

"Come in! Idiot!"

"Ah... oh..." Murayama scratched his head and followed in foolishly, at least he remembered to close the door casually.

Glancing at Guangxing's face, Murayama couldn't help shrinking his neck.He could probably guess that someone had complained to Guang Xing again, so he could predict his arrival in advance.

Guang Xing pulled out the chair, and there was a pile of documents stacked on the table in front of him, and the radiator of the computer was also making a slight noise, and there was a cup of coffee steaming on the side.

He sorted out the documents on the desktop very skillfully, and then he leaned back on the chair wearily.

"Go ahead."

"Hi."

Murayama followed suit, put away the laughing expression on his face, and solemnly pulled the somewhat worn-out briefcase to him.

He carefully pulled out a stack of documents from his bag and handed it to Oda Kohoshi.

The materials were well put away with the trolley clips, and the transparent cover shone slightly when it was turned over, giving it a shimmering feeling.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the dark blue curtains were closed, and the morning light streamed in. The clouds and birds flew outside the window, and it looked like another beautiful day.

Oda Kohoshi slowly flipped through the documents, and Murayama stood beside him, and the room was silent for a while only the sound of paper rubbing.

Because of the backlight, Guangxing's whole body seems to be coated with a layer of white light. With his delicate face, he seems to be a fairy who fell into the mortal world by mistake.

But Murayama knew——

The man in front of him was smiling and looking at his mother's autopsy report...

is a devil.

☆, Australia and the coach

It is not a recent decision that the program team will go to Australia to participate in the Australian Open.In fact, as early as when the program was planned, people from Australia had already come to contact, otherwise the Japan Tennis Association would not agree to take up the precious rest time of seeded player Ryuya Echizen to participate in the recording of a talent show, even if It has something to do with tennis.

The annual Australian Open is basically scheduled for the last two weeks of January. This year's start date is January 21, slightly later than previous years.Because of the need to do a series of pre-match preparations, Echizen Ryuya arrived in Melbourne, Australia, two or three days earlier than the program team with other Japanese players.

It was winter in the northern hemisphere and summer in the southern hemisphere. At this time, he had just got off the treadmill, and he was only wearing a gray cotton vest, which could not cover the fine muscle texture of his body at all.Sweat dripped from the tips of his hair, down his neck, and wet a large area of ​​his back.

There is also a clothing sponsor's LOGO printed on the vest near the shoulder. It is a tennis clothing brand that has become popular in the past ten years. It was created by the former tennis star Shoichiro Nozawa. In the early stage, he and his wife's fame influenced him. In the later period, it relied entirely on quality to fight tough battles, and it was well received in the international market.

He took off his earphones and walked outside while wiping the sweat from his hair with a towel.I ran into a player from the US team head-on.

"Hey, stinky fart. You bastard, you left without saying hello!" The blond and freckled boy strode forward and punched Echizen Ryuya with a fist, while the latter quickly raised his hand and grasped it. stopped his fist.

"Sparrow face, where is my love, master, why did I say hello to you?" Long Ya pushed back the young man's fist forcefully with a face full of disdain. While speaking, he narrowed his eyes slightly. The expression usually shows when he starts to feel a little bad, "Also, I warn you, don't call me a stinky fart."

"Hey...you two...how do you talk? You have been together for so many years, can't you love each other?" The blond young man was walking with a tall man with brown fluffy curly hair. Compared with some short blond youths, the body shape is more obvious.

At this moment, he was standing between the two of them, with a helpless expression on his face.The facial features that were originally well-defined to the point of being somewhat fierce, paired with this expression gave an inexplicable sense of joy.

"Obviously he was the one who asked for trouble first, Kalu." Long Ya glanced at the nanny of the American team, and moaned, and lost the heart to continue fighting with the blond young Tom.

At this point in time, the number of people in the gym gradually increased, and he had no intention of being seen as a monkey.

"Well, I'll go back first." Long Ya rubbed her hair again, pulled off the towel and put it around her neck.With one hand in his trouser pocket, he was about to leave. "Chat again sometime."

"Damn...his arm is still so strong—" Tom rubbed his arm unwillingly, God knows how much strength he had suffered just now.He couldn't help but complained to Karu a few times, but the latter still had the expression of "Silly boy, it's all your own fault", so he hurriedly turned his head and yelled at Echizen Ryuya twice sentence.

"Hey, stinky fart, when do you come to have a fight with the young master?"

Long Ya paused, didn't even hum to him, and continued walking on her own way.

"Hey, at least give me some feedback..." Tom muttered.

"Well, that guy is such a bad fart, he should have gotten used to it by now?" Isn't this obvious from his nickname?

Carew shrugged helplessly, got on the treadmill not far away, and began to set the value on the operation interface.

"I just can't help but want to see him crying!" Tom stepped onto the machine next to Karoo in three steps, poking at the operation interface vigorously while talking, his eyes shining, as if he was poking with his fingers It is Echizen Ryuya.

"But you haven't beaten him. At most there are a few draws." Carew mercilessly exposed his imagination.

Their team has not changed owners for several years, and the members are basically companions who have been with each other for a long time. No matter how bad they are, they are all familiar with each other and have played practice games.

And Echizen Ryuya is one of the few people who was brought in by the boss himself, and I heard that the boss used to be his coach.

"Ah, that guy was wearing a customized version just now, right? Ah? It must be a customized version!" Tom suddenly thought of this and tried to change the subject, "It's too much...I want it too