Chapter 22 Agreement
"First graders, don't cheer loud enough!"
The sound of the big stone was like a thunderbolt splitting the field, startling the birds perched on the tree trunks beside the field.
"yes--"
"Oishi's expression looks scary." Kikumaru stood against the fence at the side of the court with his racket on his back.
"Oishi-senpai came to talk to me yesterday and asked if I had anything bothering me," Taocheng scratched his head and sighed, "but I had no idea what to say..."
"Me too," Kikumaru tilted his head and thought for a moment, "but I was eating a super delicious bento at the time, so I didn't really listen~"
"Actually, I do have some serious worries," he said, flipping through his notebook. "Things like what to call the recently developed improved version of dry juice? How well do wristbands made of different materials absorb sweat..."
"Senior Gan," Taocheng covered his ears and looked at him with a bitter face, "Vice-Minister Oishi must not have heard the whole thing you said."
Gan adjusted his glasses and said, "Indeed, I'll discuss this with him next time I have the chance."
"It seems that Oishi has checked everyone out," Fuji said, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the towel handed to him by Kawamura after finishing his match. "Maybe it's because after Tezuka left, Oishi, as the acting captain, has to bear pressure that we can't imagine."
The wind around them suddenly quieted down considerably until Dashi's loud rebuke came from the other side of the field, "Official players, stop slacking off!"
"yes--"
"Senpai Oishi is in a particularly bad mood today, isn't he, Kazama?"
Fengjian sat on the sidelines, his pen tightly clenched, his eyes glued to his notebook, and he was completely unaware of the boy's questions.
"Well... Kazama is also very serious today." Momoshiro scratched his head and turned to walk towards the field.
The next day.
"Eh—" Oishi's surprised voice hovered over the entire court. "Damn, the game is about to start. This is not appropriate!"
Compared to Dashi's anxiety, the others looked eager to try.
"Fuji and Kawamura versus Little One, sounds interesting, meow~"
"I wonder what this will turn out to be like," Momoshiro laughed, slapping the back of Echizen's head. "It's really exciting, Echizen."
"This hurts, Senior Tao," Echizen said helplessly, pouting, "But I don't care how many come."
"You are really not polite at all, huh?"
"Echizen is quite confident in himself," Fuji handed the racket to Kawamura, smiling at him as the other man shouted "burning", "Then you must give it your all."
Echizen pulled at the brim of his hat and buried half of his face in the shadows, leaving only the unyielding curve of his mouth exposed: "Senior, be careful not to lose to me."
Bu Er smiled but said nothing.
He pushed the reflective lenses away, took out his notebook and retreated to the sidelines.
"What if I get injured suddenly..." Dashitou watched the game on the field in pain until Coach Ryuzaki smiled and advised him, "It's not bad to try different training methods occasionally."
"I know, Coach..."
Oishi frowned as he watched the increasingly outrageous game on the sidelines, from Echizen's return of Kawamura's wave ball to Kikumaru's one-on-three fight with a double ball. The worry on his face turned into astonishment and shock.
"them……"
"Oishi, you're next!" Kikumaru waved his arms towards him vigorously, like a bird flying in the sky.
"They are all guys who practice secretly, compete with each other and refuse to admit defeat." Coach Ryuzaki looked at the scene in front of him with a smile.
The feeling in Dashi's heart could no longer be described as shocking. He stared blankly at the seven people standing side by side on the green court.
They looked at him with smiles, the sunlight dancing on the rackets of seven people into golden fragments, the faucet of the court was not turned off, the "tick-tick" sound mixed with their breathing, as if beating the rhythm of this picture.
He suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of relief, his body became as light as a feather, he smiled, and his hand that was clenched on the racket loosened and then clenched again. As he ran forward, his canvas shoes rolled over the pebbles on the side of the court, making a "crunching" sound, as if the taut string in his heart had finally loosened.
"Oishi has been under a lot of pressure lately. This way, he can alleviate the urgency of Tezuka's absence."
A voice suddenly came from behind her. Feng Du's pen paused and she turned around to find Coach Long Qi standing on the sidelines. She nodded, watching the game on the field, and suddenly remembered the scenes she saw a few days ago.
Momoshiro, who, after finishing his burger, dragged Echizen to play tennis on the street court;
After watching turtles fight at the aquarium, Kikumaru would pass by the sporting goods store and then turn back to pick out a racket;
Fuji who always stayed together with his brother to practice his ball skills;
Sitting in the lounge studying data all night long;
Kaitang, who would practice snake ball in the river with a towel after school;
Even when helping out at home, he never forgets to contact Kawamura, who swings his racket;
And Oishi, who is always the last to leave the tennis club and never forgets to improve his tennis skills on the subway;
They are all fulfilling their promise with President Tezuka in their own way.
No one has forgotten.
She lowered her head, looking at the notebook filled with labels and stickers, and slowly clenched the pen in her hand.
Including her.
That night, Kazama sat at the desk before going to bed. The desk lamp illuminated the stickers on the notebook. As she typed on the keyboard, her fingers paused and she deleted the text she had just edited, changing it to "Momoshiro said that Oishi finally agreed to go eat hamburgers with them." She added a congratulatory Q-version emoticon at the end.
The other party responded quickly, "Thank you for your hard work."
"The unagi we had today was super delicious. It was made by Sister Ling."
"Sounds delicious."
When it comes to food, Fengjian always has endless topics to talk about. When Lingjie's urging voice came through the crack of the door, she realized that she had been pestering the other party to chat for half an hour.
Just as Kazama was hesitating about how to end the conversation, the other party had already sent a message: "It's already 10 pm Japan time, go to bed early."
She typed quickly, "Goodbye, President Tezuka, and good luck with training."
"good."
Germany.
When he closed the phone cover, the sunlight outside the window suddenly came in diagonally through the glass door, casting a long shadow on the back of his hand.
It wasn't until his high heels tapped the ground that Tezuka noticed he had been staring at the shadow for a long time. When he looked up and met the doctor's smile, the corners of his lips curved slightly, "Doctor, I'm ready."
The doctor in white and orange hair nodded and smiled, "Come with me."
Behind me, outside the huge glass revolving door, is the endless clear blue sky, and the white clouds are reflected in the blue ocean like billowing sails.
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