Coach Taro Sakaki received a notification on the radio and went to the organizer's office to discuss the competition.

"Yue Ren, you have such a bad mouth!"

Meido Ryo couldn't hold back his bad mood.

Complained.

"What? Liang, you can blame me for this? Why don't you blame the bad weather?"

Xiangri Yueren jumped up and down!

He defended himself, "Besides, I prayed to all kinds of gods because I was worried about rain, but I didn't expect it to have no effect!!"

Minghu rolled his eyes.

"Tsk - maybe you were too perfunctory in your worship!"

Xiangri Yueren was not happy with the weather to begin with, and he became even more unhappy after hearing this.

He immediately jumped to Minghu's side, put his hands on his hips and said angrily, "Nonsense! I am pious from the bottom of my heart! I have worshipped all the gods and immortals that can be thought of!"

Feeling the tension between the two, Feng Changtaro, who was caught in the middle, was in a dilemma and could only try to appease both sides.

"Well... Senior Meido, Senior Xiangri, please stop arguing..."

In Xiangri Yueren's eyes, there was only the bad-tempered guy Meihu Ryo: "Feng, get out of the way! I'm going to teach this guy a lesson today! Let him know that there are always people better than you!"

Meido Ryo was also provoked to anger and said, "What did you say? Chotaro, get out of the way! Who is afraid of who?"

"Stop arguing, stop arguing... maybe..."

Feng was in a dilemma, and couldn't really give way.

He could only stammer, his face flushed, trying to ease the atmosphere, "Maybe the deity that Senior Xiangri prayed to is not here today..."

Woohoo, ┭┮﹏┭┮I really can’t continue making up stories.

Help!

"That's enough, it's too noisy, be quiet!"

Atobe Keigo sat in the middle of the pavilion, supporting his chin with one hand, looking away from the heavy rain outside, and then glanced coldly at the two noisy people.

As if carrying the breath of ice and snow,

Anyone can feel the young master's displeasure.

In an instant, the pavilion became quiet.

After a while, Yuushi Oshizuka saw that the rain was getting heavier and there was no sign of stopping.

I can only look towards the trace.

"Speaking of Atobe, I remember that Birchland had an umbrella, right?"

"Wushi."

Huadi, who was carrying Jiro on his back, shook his head and then nodded.

Akutagawa Jiro was sleeping soundly on Karaji's shoulder, when Karaji grabbed him by the collar with one hand and pulled him down, then gently placed him on the chair in the pavilion.

Leaving the warm human body, I found a cold and hard seat.

Jiro showed no signs of waking up.

She just twisted her body, found a comfortable angle, and continued to sleep soundly while holding the tennis bag.

If you look closely, you can still see saliva at the corners of his mouth.

And the dream bubbles that grow and shrink at the tip of my nose.

"It's in the birch area. Jingguang just took it and used it."

Atobe explained, or rather translated.

But he didn't say what Jingguang was going to do.

Oshiki pushed his glasses up, looked at the raindrops dripping in clusters under the eaves of the corner pavilion, and sighed.

"Looking at the rain today, it's highly likely that it won't stop in a short time. It's hard to say. Today's game may have to be postponed."

"Yeah, let's wait for the supervisor to come back and see what the competition committee has to say about the arrangements."

Atobe placed his chin on the stone table with his hand, and tapped the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye with his index finger anxiously. The expression on his face was not very good.

After all, he had been looking forward to that match for a long time.