"I thought it was a woman... with a braid."

"Excuse me, what's going on here?" Xiaolan walked into the tennis court and asked politely, "Who are you standing here for?"

Hearing the voice, the man turned around and looked at himself. After seeing his appearance clearly, Sonoko said softly, "This guy is quite handsome, but Makoto is even more handsome."

"..." Kōyū looked up at the equally unreliable garden.

Nothing happened.

The man with the braid looked down at the ripples created by raindrops hitting the ground, sighed, and explained, "I was just thinking about the first time I met my wife here."

"Oh, I see." Xiaolan nodded in response.

"Oh, so you're already married." Sonoko's smile faded as she carefully examined the man's appearance before speaking.

"Looking at it this way, my Ah Zhen is definitely more handsome."

"It's so realistic," Guangyou thought to himself.

"By the way, if you're here to play tennis, I can give you some pointers," the man with the braid said, remembering his role.

"My name is Hiroto Akashi. Actually, I'm a tennis coach here. My home is quite close by, so if it's convenient for you, you can..."

"Cough cough..."

After hearing what Hiroto Akashi said, Uncle Mori, who was not far away, deliberately coughed twice.

Inviting two girls to his home to teach him how to play tennis on a rainy day—he's clearly not a good person.

Everyone present understood what this meant, so Xiaolan smiled and politely declined, "Thank you for your kindness, but I think it's better not to trouble you."

"I'm so sorry," Sonoko chimed in.

"Is that so? That's a real shame." Hiroto Akashi could tell that the others were just being polite, so he didn't press them. After expressing his regret, he waved goodbye to them.

"Goodbye then, I'm heading back now."

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