"Rukawa -senpai, aren't you going over?" Sakurano Tatsuzaki turned back to look at Rukawa Sakura.
Rukawa Sakura stood outside the audience stand,
He looked in the direction of Qing Xue and the others and smiled.
"Sakura, go over quickly. The match is about to begin.
After all, I'm Tachikaidai's,
It's not convenient for me to go to Qing Xue's side. "
She also knew what the people in the Tennis Club of Green Academy were thinking. Teenagers would look forward to an ambiguous relationship and a relationship that went beyond friendship, especially when the person they were looking forward to watching a good show was their Minister, who had always been cold and aloof. Fuji, who loved to watch the world burn, and Gan, who was as sensitive as a paparazzi.
But she was no longer a teenage boy and girl.
When she came to this world,
She was already twenty years old.
Although she didn't care..,
She didn't want to create a topic.
Now..,
She wouldn't send herself to their door to give them a chance to gossip.
Rukawa Sakura turned back to look at the audience stand. As expected, she saw Sanada and the others. It seemed like they had arrived long ago.
She pointed at the three people in red sportswear behind the audience stand. "Our school's Tennis Department is also here. I'll go over to them.
Goodbye, Sakura. "
"Goodbye, Rukawa -senpai." Sakurano Tatsuzaki bowed politely.
"Ah,
Sakura!
Where did you go? "Qieyuan complained when he saw Rukawa Sakura,
"I'm here, but I can't see you."
"Sorry,
Akaya.
I just walked around. "
Rukawa Sakura smiled and comforted Small Laminaria. "Brother Shinichiro, why are you here so soon?"
"The opponent was too weak, and the match ended too quickly," Sanada said without changing her expression. "Qing Xue and Hyotei are also strong opponents, especially Tezuka and Atobe.
So I came to take a look. "
Rukawa Sakura nodded.
That was true.
With Tachikaidai's perspective, especially Shinichiro's, only people like Tezuka and Atobe were worthy of his attention.
He was treated as a real opponent.
"Ah, it's necessary to collect some information.
Tezuka and Atobe are no longer in the category of a normal high school student, "Liu Lian Er added.
"I know.
Lian Er, you don't have to explain yourself.
Although I'm a tennis noob, I've seen it before. Especially when I have a group of tennis masters around me. I still have common sense, okay? "Rukawa Sakura said helplessly.
It seemed that her "inability to play ball games" had been deeply rooted in everyone's hearts. Even Lian Er began to worry that she would not understand.
Does this count as successfully "infiltrating" the tennis department?
"The match has started." Sanada once again changed the topic without changing his expression.
Rukawa Sakura stopped teasing her and turned to look at the tennis court.
The moment Atobe entered the court, the crowd cheered.
It had to be said that Hyotei's support group was the biggest highlight of the match.
At Hyotei, each member of the tennis club had their own support group. The number of members varied, and the size varied.
But only Atobe was the king that the whole Hyotei Empire supported. The whole Hyotei Empire was his support group. No matter the size of the group, Hyotei Empire was his kingdom.
"Hyotei!
Hyotei!
Hyotei!
… "
"Atobe!
Atobe!
Atobe!
… "
"The winner will be Hyotei!
The winner will be Hyotei!
The winner will be Hyotei!
… "
"The winner will be Atobe!
The winner will be Atobe!
The winner will be Atobe!
… "
Atobe reached out and walked onto the court like a king descending to the world.
The shouts from all around were neat and uniform, loud and clear.
Those who did not know about Hyotei's Atobe were given a fright.
"Atobe!
Atobe!
Atobe!
The winner will be Hyotei!
The winner will be Hyotei!
The winner will be Hyotei!
The winner will be Atobe!
The winner will be Atobe!
The winner will be Atobe!
… "
Atobe stood on the court with his arms open like he was hugging someone.
"The winner will be Hyotei!
The winner will be Atobe!
The winner will be Hyotei!
The winner will be Atobe!
The winner will be Hyotei!
The winner will be … "The crowd was riled up.
Atobe snapped his fingers.
The place was silent.
He pulled open the jacket of his sportswear and tossed it up. With a slight smile, he said, "It will be me."
On the field, Tezuka watched all this quietly.
He walked to the net and asked softly, "Have you had enough fun?"
Atobe smiled and reached out to give Tezuka a high five. "Yes, I'm satisfied."
Rukawa Sakura's eyes suddenly glowed, and her lips twitched.
Why did she feel that this scene … was surprisingly harmonious?
The legendary … AT?
No!
ta？！
If Tezuka knew what his childhood sweetheart was thinking at the moment … he would definitely freeze her to death without any hesitation!
He would turn her into an ice sculpture!
And that person who had already become friends with her … would definitely call her "Female Cat" in a very inelegant manner!
Then, he would 'shatter' her one hundred times!
"It's a rare sight even in the national competition. What an amazing support group, Vice Minister Sanada!" Beside him, Qiehara sighed.
Sanada lowered his head and held his forehead with two fingers. "You're still the same, Atobe."
After all, they were old rivals, so how could Sanada not know about Atobe's style?
That old man had always been so gorgeous that no one could do anything about it.
It was difficult for Tezuka to treat him so seriously. If it was him, he probably wouldn't be so calm, right?
Sanada thought.
Tezuka — no wonder he was his old rival.
"Sakura?
Are you okay? "Liu looked at Rukawa Sakura with concern.
"Ah?
No … I'm fine … "Rukawa Sakura, who had just turned a corner, recovered. Then, she started to worry about Tezuka again.
It was not that she was worried, but if that man was Tezuka, she could never rely on him to take care of himself.
But … it'll be fine … it'll be fine, right?
After all, he'll recover sooner or later.
Even without her, it'll be the same … It's just a trip to Germany … No matter how hard I try, it's nothing compared to a magical trip to Germany, right?
Rukawa Sakura looked at the court quietly. Her eyes were hollow, without a trace of light.
Every running shadow of Tezuka entered her eyes and was reflected in her heart.
She had seen that back since she was young. It had always been that tall and straight.
On the court, Tezuka was serious and serious, calm and powerful.
How many times had she seen him play, silently waiting outside the court?
The people outside the court had no idea what was happening inside the court, and the people inside the court had no idea what the people outside the court were thinking.
She did not know how to play tennis, so she could only wait outside the court.
Other than martial arts, she was not good at other sports.
She could only watch other people move around the court.
And Tezuka was destined to be the king of that small space.
He belonged on the court.