It has been several days since the end of the Tokyo Metropolitan Conference, but the relationship between Xuetong and Ryoma has become increasingly bad, so that the current cold war can only be said to be a unilateral cold war between Ryoma.
"Hey, Ryoma, what can I do to make you willing to pay attention to me~" Since the last time she knocked him unconscious, he has started to ignore her, and he even didn't even say three sentences to her in one day, which makes people feel uncomfortable.
"I'll give you another box of Fanta?" It feels uncomfortable to be ignored by a toy.
"The previous box has not been finished yet." After saying that, he ignored Ji Xue Tong and walked directly into the class without looking back. He splashed him with ice water every day, and he did it more and more. This called him
How to forgive her.
It seems that I have really gone too far this time. Well, let's just keep the cold war going. I don't care about her. The worst I can do is find another toy. With this thought in mind, I walked into the classroom and sat down on the seat next to Echizen Ryoma, and lay down.
Rested.
She almost slept for the whole day. When she woke up, she found that it was already past five o'clock, and the work had started early. It seemed that this time she was punished for running away. It was just that Ryoma didn't call her on purpose. He was such a willful child.
.
Since we are already late, it will be okay if we are late for a longer time. With this thought in mind, I slowly walked to the tennis court. I was about to go over and say hello to them, but I found that my toy had gauze on its face. It was obviously injured.
"Hehehe, Ryoma, what's the matter with the injury on your face?" Sacrifice Hitomi smiled gently at Echizen Ryoma, but could not help but feel a chill. Who is so brave?
Dare to touch her toys.
"Ah~ ah~ Xiaoxue's smile is so scary~" Kikumaru Eiji said as he hid behind Oishi Shuichiro, not forgetting to peek a few times. Xiaoxue seems to care about the little one very much. I really envy the little one. If he
It would be fine if he was injured, and Xiaoxue would be able to take care of him.
"It's nothing, it's just wrestling." When Echizen Ryoma heard this, he lowered his hat and turned his head away from looking at her. Is she here to laugh at him? Damn it, that damn person, I will definitely do double the amount next time I meet him.
Give it back to him.
"It turned out to be wrestling. It made me worry for nothing. If someone dares to hurt you, I will definitely make his life more 'colorful'." After listening to Echizen Ryoma's words, the chill disappeared immediately.
The rain dispersed and was replaced by warm sunshine.
Wrestling, what kind of skills can he fall like this? But since she didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't ask anything, but if she knew who did it, she would definitely not make it easy for him.
"Haha, Xiao Xue is very concerned about Echizen. As a boyfriend, I will be jealous." Fuji Shusuke hugged Xue Xue Hitomi's waist while eating tofu. Shouldn't he be glad that they are both idiots in love?
, otherwise they would have to create sparks even if there were no sparks when they lived together.
As expected of Fuji-senpai, even at this moment he was thinking about how to make Kanji jealous. Since he chose to help his group of people, he would help them to the end. "As a matter of concern between friends." But Ryoma seemed very angry, and indeed he was.
Is it because he helped Fuji-senpai?
"Haha, as friends~" After Fujisuke Shusuke heard the words of Sacrifice Hitomi, the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually widened. Echizen was really pitiful.
"You're still far behind." He almost yelled, and after saying that, he took the innocent Kikumaru Eiji to practice sparring.
"What's wrong with Ryoma?" Sacrifice Hitomi asked puzzledly to Fujitsusuke, who was smiling in the spring breeze. Fujitsusuke just shrugged and smiled innocently, "Who knows."
I glanced at Inui Sadaharu who was taking notes. Sure enough, the people in the Seigaku Tennis Club were abnormal. It didn't feel bad, but it seemed like someone was plotting against me. To be honest, I didn't like this feeling.