There was no expression or warmth on Tezuka's face at all. There were extremely serious pupils in his deep brown eyes.
After she left, he turned around and saw her walking further and further away. The only color he could see was the little bird sitting on her shoulder. The bright color was bright and lasting.
A faint glint flashed through his cold eyes, a condensation that was almost invisible.
"Buchou, don't you know her?" Ryoma walked up to Tezuka, his bright eyes shining like stardust, and some sweat on his forehead flashed a clear color in the sunlight.
"Her? Echizen, should I know her?" Tezuka asked. He seemed to have never seen her before, but she felt very familiar, as if he had known her for a long time.
"It turns out that the minister really didn't recognize her." This time, he used recognition instead of recognition. Tezuka narrowed his eyes, and the temperature of his whole body dropped a few points.
"Echizen, who is she?" He could vaguely hear the faint sarcasm in Echizen Ryoma's eyes.
Did he know her before or now?
Ryoma lowered the hat on his head out of habit, "Buchou, you are still far from perfect." His verbal explanation made Tezuka raise his eyebrows, but he was not angry. Echizen had always respected him very much, so this
The next time, what happened? Ryoma looked at him, his amber eyes showed his unique perseverance and stubbornness, and his voice came clearly, "Minister, her name is Saya Otoyu."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the racket and took out the tennis ball from his pocket. At this time, there was a chill behind him. It seemed that the minister was angry this time.
Senior sister, you are really,
pitiful……
Tezuka was sitting on the rest chair. Everyone who passed by him would shiver inexplicably. His breath was so cold just now. He was fine just now. Why did it suddenly become like this? Now, he feels angry and angry.
He is angry, but there is something else that is hard to guess.
It's better to stay away
"Kikumaru, Kirihara, Sengoku, run around the playground 30 times." His cold voice spread to every corner of the tennis court. Ryoma threw the ball up, then lowered his head, slapped the ball, and the ball hit the wall and then hit it again.
is a ball
Minister, here we go again
Tezuka watched the training of the people on the field, his translucent eyes were extremely clear, and the eyes on the high bridge of his nose reflected a very cold light that slowly spread, and the faint light refracted on his eyes,
Blocking his always clear and cold eyes, the corners of his thin lips pressed together tightly.
Saya Otoyu, how could it be you?
How could it be,
you
In the end, for what?
The crystal pendant hanging around his neck shone slightly, and the sunflower inside shone slightly. Its golden color really looked like the sun, but at this moment, it was a bit dim.
Otoyu walked to the Huacun team and stood in front of the net. She looked at the exercises inside and her eyes all stayed on one person.
Jingwu, Jingwu’s beautiful scenery
She stood in front of the net and looked at him, and his eyes were always following the little tennis ball, swinging the racket and jumping, never giving up.
Step back with your feet, the ball will slide along the ground, and then jump out of bounds
He twisted his wrist, Atobu, you tried too hard. His wrist was still numb.
The two walked to the rest area. Atobe picked up a towel from the table, casually wiped his sweat, picked up water, and drank without saying a word.
Renzu put the racket in another hand, also holding the cup on the table, and smiled slightly, "Atobe, you are so worried, why don't you go and take a look?"