Wow -

The wind suddenly sounded, and the mottled shadows of the trees floated with the wind, and if the wind was too strong, it would make a roaring wave, and then patches of broken cherry blossoms fell down in sprinkling and sprinkling, and the heavens and the earth were buried in this faint pink. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The boy stood under the cherry blossom tree, looking up at the pink and white cherry blossoms, the sunlight spilling down through the cracks, spreading a faint fragment of light on the delicate and delicate face of the boy. The sound of the wave lasted for a long time, and the delicate pink swayed body in front of the eyes, leaving a faint fragrance.

The wind blew by the boy's side, and the chestnut hair fluttered gently, cutting through the subtle arcs. The moment the wind stopped, the boy stretched out his hand and caught the slowly falling piece of broken cherry blossoms, looking at the pink in his hand, the boy's mind was in a trance.

It's been a year, and she's gone for a year.

Over the past year, he has stood on the court, and I don't know how many times he has expected and how many times he has been disappointed. If it weren't for the presence of the ring on the necklace and the photos left in the camera, he would have thought it was a dream.

In fact, he doesn't know what he is expecting, and he doesn't know what he is disappointed in, but he can't see the white figure, and his heart will be inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Sakuraichi ......" the young man whispered, and his elegant face was a little more longing that even he hadn't noticed.

Wow -

The wind rose, rolled up the broken cherry blossoms in the boy's hand and floated into the distance, the young man turned sideways, and his eyes followed the broken cherry blossoms all the way, as if he had crossed the sky and came to the far west.

In the hidden grass, the white reflection flickered, and the rustling sound of writing sounded faintly.

Cherry blossom?!

Looking at the broken cherry blossoms that suddenly appeared on the document, Sakura narrowed her eyelids, put down the pen in her hand, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to look at the scenery outside the villa. But among the plants, Sakuraichi didn't see pink and white cherry blossoms, so where did this cherry blossom come from?

Jingle bell~

The mobile phone rang suddenly, and Sakuraichi withdrew his gaze from the broken cherry blossom and looked at the clock on the small round table, the hands pointing exactly at 02:00. Suddenly, he frowned, reached out and took the mobile phone on the desk and opened it, and when he saw the four Chinese characters of 'Irie Songduo', his face suddenly sank.

Since that meeting, Irie has called her every day at two a.m. US time, and has been talking nonsense purely to disturb her sleep, and it has been going on for a month.

"Now, Edogawa-san," said in a gentle voice on the other end of the phone, "Are you working on the whole batch of projects again?" ”

"Uh-huh." Sakura's indifferent opening, the company is starting, the project is very complicated, George and Lint are both busy with their feet on the ground, important and key documents must be given to Sakura, so Sakura's entire batch of documents will be completed at five o'clock in the morning every day, and then rest for three hours, and continue the next day's batch, constantly repeating, if it weren't for her physical strength, I'm afraid she would have fallen down a long time ago. But Lint was still distressed, and at his insistence, Sakuraichi had to hire an academically superior doctor to be her personal doctor.

"Edogawa-san, don't be too busy, take some time to rest and rest, and play tennis." Irie Sota leaned on the railing, propped up on it with one hand, and held the phone in the other, with a gentle smile on his face, but a playful look flashed in his orange and amber pupils.

"You're still so young, how can your body stand working so late every day, and you're still growing your body, and you can't grow tall if you sleep late. Don't hang up, I'm ......"

Duaf

Before the words 'care about you' could be spoken, the phone was hung up. Irie Sota slowly took down the phone, the corners of his mouth blurred a shallow smile, his index finger held his glasses, and said gently, "Well, Edogawa-san still can't listen." ”

"Sota, if you call her during the day, maybe she'll listen." Tanejima Shuji said, "Don't go and disturb her in the early hours of the morning." ”

"Well, it's daytime."

Shuji Tanejima pursed his eyelids, "This is Japan." ”

"Hehe, I'll think about it." Irie Kanto smiled, turned around and entered the court, "Tokugawa still has that face, why can't you smile, well, forget it, I won't say it, and you're going to be angry if you say it again." ”

Shuji Tanejima, "......"

Los Angeles, USA.

Syllable!

The shot sounded, and the yellow-green ball flew high out of the fence.

"Ahh A middle-aged man in a black kimono carrying a tennis racket shouted loudly to the teenager on the other side of the court.

"Damn," the young man in the baseball cap gritted his teeth, stared at the raunchy middle-aged man across from him with his amber cat eyes, pressed the brim of his hat with his hand, turned around and walked outside.

"Ahh ”

"Cut ~ Madamadadane." Echizen Ryoma glanced at him and walked out.

Sakura walked on the road boringly, the tennis ball in his hand was thrown into the air, and after the shadow changed from small to large, he reached out to catch it, pinched his five fingers, and inadvertently remembered Fujiwara Kuna and a few people, and I didn't know how well they trained, so he looked up at the blue sky and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

"Hey, I said," a slightly immature voice sounded beside him, and his tone had a faint arrogance, "The ball in your hand is mine." ”

Not a question but an affirmative tone, Sakuraichi couldn't help but be stunned, and turned to look at him, the first thing that caught his eyes was the iconic amber cat eyes, a hat with a red 'R' letter, and ...... 151 in height.

However, although she is only 151, she is taller than her 138, but she doesn't care, because she will still grow. Hearing his words, Sakuraichi's dark red pupils glanced at the tennis ball in his hand, his eyes fell on Echizen Ryoma's body, and he said indifferently, "Yours?" ”

"Hmm." Echizen nodded, the big cat pupils looked at the guy in front of him who was also wearing a hat, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he said flatly, "My ball has fallen." ”

"Yes." Sakura closed her eyelids, the corners of her mouth hooked slightly, and a playful smile faded at the corners of her mouth, "If it's nearby, then I really picked it up," Sakura gestured to the ball in his hand, "What if I don't return it?" ”

Hearing the last sentence, Echizen's eyebrows frowned imperceptibly, and the cat's pupils gradually condensed, revealing a wary and sharp look, "Hey, that's my ball." ”

Seeing the change in his expression, Sakuraichi was in a much happier mood, but there was no expression on his face, and he said in an indifferent tone, "Since I picked it up, it's mine." ”

"You ......"

"Miss," said Echizen, who spoke in Japanese, and in a blink of an eye, it was a middle-aged man who looked like a butler, who was standing next to a black Lincoln car, and when Sakura turned his head to look at him, he respectfully reminded, "There is still half an hour before the meeting." ”

Hearing this, Sakura narrowed her eyelids, her eyes fell on Echizen's body, and with a movement of her wrist, she threw the tennis ball to Echizen, and then turned around and got into the car.

"This.... Edogawa? Echizen's eyes fell on the tennis ball in his hand, and when he saw the black Japanese words of 'Edogawa' printed on it, the cat pupil blinked, this was not his ball. Raising his head, the pure black Lincoln had disappeared, leaving a place of dust, pressing the brim of his hat, hooking the corners of his mouth, and opening in a habitual tone, "Cut~madamadadane."

Japan, Aogaku

"Fujiwara," the new head of the women's tennis department, Reishi Sakuma, walked up to a few people with a racket and said in an unkind tone, "Coach Ryuzaki has something to do with you." ”

"Hmm." Fujiwara nodded and replied coldly, ignoring Takahashi Yukino's instantly pale face and walked towards Tatsuzaki Sumire's office.