"Buzz."
Riding the tram, wearing that familiar hat, Ryoma sat in his seat and fiddled with his cell phone.
"Dudu!"
"Um?"
He glanced at the email that suddenly appeared. After seeing the orange avatar of the sender, he guessed who it was and his expression changed.
He didn't want to open it at first, but when he thought about being "harassed" in the future, he sighed and opened it anyway.
(Come on, little one, Tezuka and I have already told you in advance that you will go to Qingxue.)
(I believe you will have a very enjoyable semester there.)
(If you are autistic, you can call me at any time!)
He conveyed the visitor's thoughts in words that made Ryoma feel goosebumps.
It's quite a bit like watching a good show.
“What a headache guy”
Closing and deleting the email, he didn't plan to reply. Ryoma knew what Long Ya was thinking.
Although he is familiar with the seniors of Qingxue, it does not mean that he can rely on his father and brother's "relationship" to get through the back door.
After all, Tezuka is a very strict minister and will not do anything that violates the rules of the Seigaku Tennis Club.
In the future, because he acted too openly, he was once put on the bench as a "water cooler" person.
At that time, he overestimated himself too much and always thought he could do something to prove to his predecessors.
(If this is the case, let alone surpassing Nanjiro-senpai, even I can’t defeat him.)
It wasn't until repeated failures later that he reshaped his mentality and began to move towards normalcy.
Unfortunately, it was still a bit unqualified at the time, and it was only during the national competition that it barely caught up with its strength.
"This time. It won't be the same."
Holding the racket next to him, Ryoma murmured softly.
"Wow!"
"Wow, Sasaki, you look so handsome when you look scared."
"Of course, I have learned tennis for a few years after all."
"I am a player who has played against Qing Xue."
Ryoma, who was still deep in thought, was suddenly interrupted by the sound of shouting in front of him. Looking up, he found a very familiar scene.
Three junior high school students were standing in the middle of the tram communicating, and one of them was waving his clap in the narrow aisle, as if he was very proud of himself.
"Woo."
There was a girl sitting behind him who was so frightened by the way he was swinging the racket that she didn't dare to move.
(Yes, it’s Ryuzaki.)
Only then did he remember that there had been such a thing, Ryoma raised his head and looked across.
"Have you ever fought with Qing Xue?"
"That's a national-level team."
"Even if you look at me like this, I can still fight them."
The way he was bragging and waving his racket at the same time seemed a bit shameless.
Her eyes were still closed in fear, and she let the racket pass in front of her. Sakurano was very scared.
"Hey, you don't even have a standard swing, so you're not qualified to play against those seniors."
The childish sound coming from the front also interrupted the communication between the three people, causing them to stop their movements.
"Well"
Upon hearing this, Sakurano immediately looked up, only to find a young man wearing a white hat pointing at those people.
"What did you say? Brat?!"
"Want to try? I'm from the Qingxue Tennis Club."
Sasaki was about to say something arrogantly, but was startled by the cold eyes of the other party.
Along with his words, I felt an inexplicable chill.
"real or fake?"
"He has Qingxue's uniform."
"This guy is really a Qing Xue man!"
The two people next to them saw the school uniform Ryoma was wearing with great discernment, and then they were shocked.
"Just wait and see!"
Realizing that the real master was in front of him, Sasaki was quite embarrassed, but he could only angrily say harsh words and leave with his companions.
Forget about bragging, if he were asked to actually play a game with someone from Qingxue, he wouldn't do it.
In the past two years, who in Guandong didn't know that the competition area was almost bloodbathed by those powerful schools?
In ordinary schools, if you meet someone, you will be given an egg and carried away.
The result of this is that players from many schools subconsciously want to avoid them when they encounter them.
Even if the opponent is only a reserve player, their strength cannot be underestimated.
In this regard, Momojo, Kamio and others last year made a name for themselves on street tennis courts.
This makes many people afraid to provoke or show off, because many seniors have proven with their records that you will really "die" if you try.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Compared to his previous dullness, Ryoma was much more proactive this time. He walked up to her and mentioned something.
"Uh it's okay."
"Thanks."
Realizing that the other party was talking to her, Sakurano quickly stood up and thanked her.
"We're about to arrive."
"Huh? Huh?"
In just one sentence, Ryoma had already turned around, picked up his things and walked out towards the opened car door, leaving Sakura who had just reacted in panic.
"Hahu."
As soon as she got out of the car, Sakurano took two deep breaths and felt embarrassed that she almost missed the station.
"Go out to the north exit of Kakigizaka Tennis Garden."
Before she could recover, she was surprised by the sound of another notification sound in her ears.
"wait"
Before she could ask anything, Sakurano saw that the boy had left to mind his own business.
"How did he know I was going there?"
"He's wearing Qing Xue's uniform. And he seemed to have said he was from the tennis club just now."
With a trace of confusion, Sakurano muttered strangely after calming down.
But in the end, she didn't dwell on that. Instead, she was very grateful to the other party for the rescue just now.
"Beep!!"
As soon as he walked out of the station, Ryoma heard the sound of his cell phone again. He took it out and looked at it, and he connected the call.
"Hey! Ryoma, are you at school?"
Kaibin's voice came from inside, but Ryoma was unmoved.
School starts tomorrow, why should he go to school today?
"Hey, I'm already at Diguang's door."
"We will have to decide the outcome in the official competition then!"
"I will definitely defeat you!"
Standing at the gate of Diguang Middle School, Kaibin smiled and then spoke to convey his meaning.
"Oh I'm looking forward to it."
Ryoma replied coldly, not wanting to explain anything.
Kaibin is still the same as before, thinking that the tennis club is such a nice place to be treated.
If you are not strong enough, let alone being a regular player, as a reserve player, it is almost inseparable from picking up balls and basic training.
Unless you can perform well in intra-team competitions, you won't be able to stand out this semester.
He waited for Kaibin to eat a few times before laughing at him.
If I remember correctly, he seemed to have had a smoother life than himself.
Thinking of this, Ryoma felt inexplicably unhappy.
Too lazy to remind him anything.
"Hello?"
The call was hung up, and Kaibin looked at the phone strangely, wondering what Ryoma was doing.
"whatever."
"I must surpass him and make him look good!"
Regardless of the surprised looks from the people around him, Kaibin put away his phone after muttering, and then remembered this campus building.
(End of chapter)
