"Guan Yue, thank you."
Xing Yan looked at the embarrassed Guan Yuechu and thanked him with a smile.
Although it was a misunderstanding, he knew that Guan Yuechu was just simply caring and reminding him.
"Don't, don't say that, it's because I don't have enough information..."
Guan Yuechu's face, which had not yet recovered from the shock, now became even redder.
It was the first time he was so embarrassed, but someone still said thank you to him very seriously.
I really want to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it. I am too embarrassed to face people!
"Few people know about my family, but no one else has told me about this except my family..."
Xing Yan saw that Guan Yuechu was about to die, so after thinking about it, he decided to ease the awkward atmosphere.
As for those who said these things...
...
...
Just classify him as a family member for now. Besides his uncles, there are a bunch of people who want to be his brother.
There was really nothing he could do about this kind of thing since he was young.
"Well... maybe everyone thinks you don't need it, or maybe they don't know about it yet. I just keep paying attention..."
Guan Yuechu was indeed comforted.
But after carefully analyzing Xingyan's words, he felt that this kid was agonizing over the fact that his friends didn't care about him enough...
Guan Yuechu, who had been imagining too much, began to find excuses for Xingyan's other friends and comfort this kid who only had height but seemed to be not very strong in both age and mentality.
During the awkward conversation of comforting and being comforted, Hyotei's regular players had been watching the game very 'seriously'. Even when the doubles team won the game 7:6, their serious expressions could not change.
"I'm so sorry I didn't get a better score this time..."
When Hou Changtaro came back, he had no idea the reason, but seeing the serious expressions of the seniors, his first reaction was that this score made them very disappointed.
"You fought well. Now it's up to you, Jiro. It's your turn!"
Atobe Keigo stood up, patted Shishido Ryo and Houchotaro on the shoulders, and then signaled Jiro to come on stage.
As for why everyone looks serious...
Guan Yuechu is still around. Let’s talk about it after he leaves. We can’t make Xingyan’s new friend too embarrassed.
"We are back. Qingxue Fuji is fine. He will recover after a few days of rest. Saint Rudolph's Fuji also went to Qingxue..."
As soon as Jiro came on stage, Oshitari and Gakuto came back.
After explaining the situation to Xingyan, the two of them returned to the rest area and sat down to watch the game.
The two looked at everyone's expressions curiously, then looked at the score record. Their first reaction was that Shishido Ryo and Houchotaro might have won in an ugly way.
"I'm leaving now. Although I can't participate in the Kanto Tournament this year, I still have to collect information about other schools. Do your best in the Kanto Tournament. I'll bring you information about Rikkai University next time."
Guan Yuechu saw Fuji Yuta from Qingxue, and after saying hello to Xingyan, he walked over and insisted on taking Fuji Shusuke's brother away despite the glare from him.
After making sure that the person had left, the people on Bingdi's side were already laughing.
Hiyoshi Wakaba and Taki Oginosuke laughed the most exaggeratedly. If it weren't for Karaji holding them back, they would have probably fallen to the ground.
"You two should restrain yourself a little. You are Xingyan's friends after all, even though it is indeed too unglamorous!"
Atobe covered his face with his hands, trying hard to maintain his gorgeousness, but the smile in his eyes could not be hidden.
"What just happened?"
Feng Changtaro looked at these seniors curiously and blinked in confusion, totally not understanding what was going on.
"Choutaro, let me tell you, it's like this..."
Hiyoshi Raku pulled the man over, together with Oshitari and Gakuto who had just followed him to the hospital, and Shishido Ryo who was equally confused, and told them what had just happened.
"Really... That guy is so pitiful, but how come you are so familiar with him? Has that guy contacted you privately?"
Yue Ren laughed for a while, adjusted his mood and walked to Xing Yan's side. He was very curious about how he became friends with those Guan Yuechu.
"Send a message occasionally."
Xing Yan was not very familiar with Guan Yuechu, and that guy didn’t know where he found his contact information. Anyway, he just sent him messages a few times.
So he didn't understand why Guan Yuechu would think of persuading him to think more about the future before making a decision.
"The filming partner for next week's commercial is from the Guanyue family."
Taro Sakaki told Xingyan where Guan Yuechu got his information from.
Because they had to prepare in advance, the filming team knew some information in advance, so it was not surprising that Guan Yuechu knew about Xingyan's debut.
“He’s an interesting guy.”
Xingyan gave Guanyuechu a vague evaluation and then continued watching the game.
In this match, none of them expected Jiro to win, because the player on the field for Seigaku was Echizen Ryoma, a boy who was certain not to lose to Atobe.
First grade, and another brutal first grade.
Hyotei has a world-class first-year student, and Seigaku has a first-year student who is not very famous but has never lost.
After Echizen Ryoma came on the court, he saw that his opponent was Akutagawa Jiro, and his eyes looked towards Xingyan or Atobe several times.
He wanted to defeat Keigo Atobe, but unfortunately he failed this time.
His cat rolled comfortably in Xingyan's arms, and he, as the owner, didn't even get a glance from Kalubin...
Echizen Ryoma was in a bad mood, and when he looked at Akutagawa Jiro, he combined the two things that made him feel bad and exploded on the court.
However, Jiro Akutagawa is different from others. The better his opponent's tennis is, the happier he is...
"Singles 3 is over, Qingxue won, the total score is 2:1!"
The singles match ended with Jiro scoring only two points.
But Jiro, who lost the game, came back and excitedly told Yueren and the others how interesting the tennis game of Echizen Ryoma was...
"That guy, has it always been like this?"
After Ryoma left the field, he walked around from the rest area to Hyotei's side, reached out and touched Karubin who stretched out his little paw to him, and his previous mood was instantly soothed.
Seeing that Akutagawa Jiro was still in a very happy state, he was very curious about the situation of this opponent.
He clearly won, so why did his opponent seem happier?
"Well, it's always been like that, as long as it's fun tennis, he's happy."
Xingyan has long been accustomed to Jilang's performance. Jilang's love for tennis is actually very simple.
"That guy is pretty good at tennis. What about you? Did you not plan to play from the beginning today?"
Longma pinched Karubin's front paw. He knew that Xingyan really liked to play in the game, but he actually chose the singles position where he had almost no chance to play. This position was really not good at all.
"What can I do? My dad arranged the battle schedule..."
Xingyan motioned Longma to look forward. His father was sitting there. Now he couldn't go on the court, what else could he do?
"Your recent situation is special. If you don't need to play, don't play. If you want to play, you can come to my house. My old man is bored and he even went to quarrel with coach Yamabuki at noon. It's really..."
Ryoma looked at Consultant Hyotei, whose back was only visible. He should have known about the relationship between Xingyan and Consultant Sakaki from the beginning. After all, Xingyan had once boasted that he was actually a relative of his.
However, looking at other people's fathers and then thinking about his own father, Longma suddenly felt a little sad.
In fact, his father is not a bad person, he is just too noisy sometimes!
Coach Yamabuki must be around 70 years old, right?
His father actually blocked someone in the park and had a fight. The worst part was that the old man actually lost...
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