Yukimura, you let go [Net King + Neighbors]

Sister Asako, she doesn't like to eat okonomiyaki, neither Osaka nor Tokyo's okonomiyaki, and she doesn't like to drink coffee either. "

Yukimura Seiichi seemed to be very disrespectful when he spoke to Sengoku Kiyomune today, and he denied all the choices given to me in Sengoku Kiyomi's words. I thought that if Yukimura Seiichi and Sengoku Kiyomi knew each other, my brother would not be jealous , but now it looks like I was wrong.

"Eh? Asako, don't you like mixed yakiniku?" The orange-haired boy looked at me in surprise.

"...um... I..." Seiichi Yukimura said that I don't like to eat, so I just don't like to eat it, not to mention that it is impossible for me to go to Osaka or Tokyo to eat Oyaki with Sengoku Kiyomi, just leave I have to ask my brother's permission for our home, let alone leave Kanagawa, Yukimura Seichi will never let him go: "I don't like to eat, I'm sorry Senshi-kun."

I don't know whether the innocent young man of Sengoku really didn't understand the shallow meaning of Yukimura Seiichi's words, or he pretended not to understand. He asked persistently, "What do you like to eat, Asako?"

"Sister Asako, I'll take her to eat whatever she likes, Sengoku-kun, don't worry about it." Yukimura Seichi's tone was light and clear, but with a hint of undeniable strength.

Qianshi Qingchun looked at Yukimura Seiichi, a strange expression flashed across his big emerald green eyes, he squirmed his lower lip, and just about to say something else, a slightly deep voice sounded behind him, calling someone It's my brother: "Yukimura."

"to be continued"

The author has something to say: Happy Zongzi Festival! >

Paragraph24 so-called playing ball

——>> "What my brother said earlier was quite normal, but later on he developed into abstract art without knowing what to do."

Listening to this voice, the person standing behind us...should be Genichiro Sanada?

Turning around, he saw a boy in sportswear, holding a tennis racket, and a dark blue hat on his head.

Genichiro Sanada's expression is always serious, the young man is so young that he can't be in his prime anymore, yet the people standing beside him feel that he is like a 50-[-]-year-old uncle...

I think Sanada-kun's behavior may be largely due to spending too much time with his brother, because Yukimura Seichi is not an ordinary person. ==

My brother's thinking is often not in the same dimension or on the same plane as others. For example, when others are still drawing structural drawings of rockets in the office, Seiichi Yukimura has already broken through the outer atmosphere of the earth in a spaceship. Fly to outer space and travel the universe.If things go on like this, it's no wonder that they don't age prematurely. The characteristics of Genichiro Sanada in their tennis club are very obvious.

"Good morning Sanada-kun!"

The relationship between Yukimura Seiichi and Sanada Genichiro can be regarded as good friends who can wear the same pair of pants. I have gone to the men's tennis club more times than I can count, and I know all the main candidates in the club , The seniors who have long been exempt from politeness come and go.

"Good morning Natsume-san." Genichiro Sanada nodded to me as a greeting.

I thought I asked my brother to teach me how to play tennis today, just the two of us alone, but Seichi Yukimura also called Genichiro Sanada... What about the rest of the tennis club?Bunta Marui, Jack Kuwahara, Masaharu Nioh, Hiroshi Yagyu, Akaya Kirihara... Are they all here?

"Yo! Sanada-kun!"

Sengoku Kiyomi knew his elder brother, and his elder brother and Sanada Genichiro were close buddies, so naturally, Sanada Genichiro and Sengoku Kiyomi must have known each other.I think their relationship is nothing more than established on a certain day of a certain year, when Lihai University went to the middle school where the innocent boy Qianshi was in a friendly match, or when his elder brother and the others were still in the junior high school of Lihai University. Let's go to the competition.

Although I was stared at by my brother all day long, like a prisoner, and my every move was magnified and magnified countless times under his nose, but the things about my brother...he rarely told me, I learned The extent of it is also very little, limited to the part that Yukimura Seiichi is willing to say.

"Hello Qianshi-kun."

Genichiro Sanada even greeted each other in a rigid manner, making it impossible to see his mood swings at all.

"Long time no see! How are you doing recently?"

The greetings of the two boys as old friends reminded me of the Korean dramas I watched. After the hero and heroine separated for many years for some reason, the hero ran into the heroine again on the busy street, and then went up to shoot. Touching the heroine's shoulder, I felt so emotional that there were so many things I wanted to say to the other party, but I didn't know where to start, so I could only say 'how are you doing? ', 'Have you eaten yet? 'This kind of question.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, their topic turned to tennis. Qianshi Qingchun said that there are exactly four of them, so it's better to play a doubles match, and the loser treats guests to dinner.

I stood on one side without opening my mouth, thinking that if they really played doubles, then I would go to the rest area on the other side and sit on a stool to watch them play. There was nothing wrong with it. Anyway, it was just an excuse for me to ask my brother to teach me how to play tennis. That's all, but I didn't expect Yukimura Seiichi to say: "I promised Asako to teach her tennis today, so Sengoku-kun is sorry."

My brother put his promise to me in the first place, which really made me a little unsteady. I said generously that it was okay, and I could stay where I was cool and watch them play tennis, but I was met by Yukimura Seiichi. A health ball that came over.

Muromachi Juji, who was wearing a pair of strange glasses, pretended to be sorry and said: "Then we have to wait until the next opportunity to fight together."

I think Muromachi-kun must be very unhappy after being ignored by everyone for so long, otherwise his glasses wouldn't suddenly emit a golden light and give him a 'ding'. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

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The difference with Sengoku Kiyojun and Muromachi Juji seems a bit inexplicable but logical.First, I was led out of the doubleF field by my brother. Genichiro Sanada grabbed Qingchun Qianshi who was still trying to catch up and talked to him. Then I entered the doubleA field and waited for a while for Sanada-kun to come in and said that we can start.

My brother said that Genichiro Sanada was called out by him to practice with me, because he wanted to stand by and guide me, so the task of serving the ball had to be handed over to another person. This role is undoubtedly the best for his good friend Genichiro Sanada .

In fact, I think that Yukimura Seiichi has 1.5 eyesight in both left and right eyes, and he can serve and guide at the same time... So what is the purpose of my brother calling Sanada-kun over?It remains to be seen.

"Hold the racket lower, so that you can catch long-distance balls. If you wait until the ball hits your own court and then hold the ball back, you will definitely not be able to catch it. In the preparation position, bend your knees a little, and stand up straight. The ball will be played slowly, and to catch the ball is not to swing the racket with brute force, but to rely on the wrist to exert strength, and sometimes the whole arm to use strength, and the body can also be used as a point of leverage at critical moments..."

My brother has played tennis for more than ten years, and his enthusiasm for this sport has never diminished since he was a child, so the explanations are very detailed. I listened to his words word for word, and then followed what Yukimura Seiichi said, and took Holding the racket, I took a stride in my own half, and when Genichiro Sanada, who was standing in the opposite half, sent a ball that was super easy for me to catch, I ran up and hit the ball back with the racket!

But the reality is always several grades more difficult than imagined...

When my brother finished talking with Sanada-kun, and then the latter casually sent a ball over, and my brother asked me to catch the ball on the path of the ball... I still didn't catch it.

"The running is too slow, the eyes have to follow the opponent's movements, the mental strength and attention must be fully concentrated on the tennis ball held by Genichiro, and the mind must keep up, fantasizing that I am the racket , I believe that I can hit it, and I will definitely be able to catch the ball..."

What my brother said earlier was quite normal, but after that, I didn't know what to do and developed into abstract art.

Fancy yourself as a racket?How to fantasize?Do you imagine that you are a racket that can be swung in someone else's hand?Then wait a minute, why don't I just hit the ball with my body?Can you successfully hit the ball back?

"to be continued"

The author has something to say: Girls, I'm sorry, I ate some seafood in the past two days and I feel a little sick... I'm sorry for the slow update of TAT.

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——>> "When I got up the next morning, my ankles were not swollen, and I didn't feel any pain or discomfort when I stepped on the ground through the bottom of the slippers. Then I was able to jump like a rabbit again .”

There were only three of us in the DoubleA field. Seiichi Yukimura didn't call all the main players in his men's tennis team. My brother only called Genichiro Sanada.

I held the racket and stared straight at Genichiro Sanada, who was standing on the opposite field, on the small yellow ball in his hand.I watched him throw the ball to the ground, and the ball bounced up and flew back to Genichiro Sanada's palm, and then repeated this action several times. Genichiro Sanada's knees were half bent, and he threw the tennis ball high with his left hand into the air—

When the ball falls to a certain height, he swings his racket to hit the ball!

"Clap--"

The impact of the tennis ball and the racket surface forms a stream of air, blowing the yellow