The next day, Thursday.

From the kendo club to the school gate, there is a tennis club in the middle, so after finishing the training of the kendo club, Awahara passes quietly for fear of attracting the attention of the tennis club members.

But when he passed by, he found that he was obviously thinking too much, Fukada was not there at all, and there were no official members who were even engaged in club activities, only a few newcomers who had just joined were chatting.

"I heard that Minister Fukada was attacked on a tennis court near his home last night."

"Really?"

"Not only him, but also the members of the club who practiced with him, including some tennis enthusiasts, were attacked."

"Attack? That's terrible, isn't it? When was Neon Night so unsafe? ”

"Didn't call the police?"

"I called the police, but when I came, the people had already run away."

"Who is the attack that did not speak of martial virtues?"

"I heard that it was a foreigner, and the methods were quite bad, and they all injured people." ”

"Could it be Nagoya Kotoku School? I heard that the tennis club there is dedicated to teaching foreigners, and the reviews have always been very bad. ”

"If it were you, would you come to Tokyo from hundreds of kilometers away to do evil?"

"Oh yes."

“.......”

People who opened the conversation began to spread the word.

Awabara was a little surprised when he heard this, he turned his head to look at Fujii beside him, and found that her expression was a little intriguing, probably thinking that the two foreigners were unwilling to suffer losses and wanted to take revenge, and the members of the tennis club of Teidan High School, including Fukada, and the tennis enthusiasts present at the time suffered an unwarranted disaster.

"Why don't you go and pay a visit?" Awahara said tentatively.

"Wouldn't it be rude to visit rashly?" Fujii's words made a lot of sense, so after making an appointment for the visit in advance, Awabara went with Fujii to visit Fukada's home after school the next day, and met the person with a bandage on his arm in the living room.

"Are the injuries serious?" Awahara asked.

"The injury is actually fine... It's just that the mental blow is a bit severe. Fukada sighed.

"It's because your skills are inferior, right?"

Fujii's words left Fukada speechless.

"Have you found the assailant?" "I heard that thirteen people were injured, and it is impossible for the police to remain silent in such a serious incident." ”

Fukada shook his head: "Although it is an open-air tennis court, there is no monitoring equipment, and the clothes of those people are deliberately concealed, even if they know that they are foreigners, most of them have no clue." ”

"Then it's going to be a problem." Awahara characterized it as an organized, premeditated event that had nothing to do with that day's game.

"But I'm really surprised that you came." Fukada tilted his head, looked at Awabara, and asked with a teasing expression, "Are you planning to join the tennis club?" ”

"Well—" Awabara spoke with a rare slurred.

"Fukada-senpai, you think too much, he just doesn't want to go."

"Don't want to? How? Fukada wanted to know why.

"On the night you were attacked, a few hours forward, he played a tennis match against two foreigners."

"You actually secretly played tennis with someone behind my back?" Fukada suddenly raised his voice, causing Awabara's eyelids to jump fiercely.

"That's not the point." He said, "The point is that I suspect that those two foreigners are not angry enough to find an organization to find someone to take revenge on you." It shouldn't be difficult to find a place for the tennis club members to play through our clothing. At least that's what I was skeptical when I heard the news. ”

"That's right." Fukada thought for a moment and asked, "But why do you think they are members of an organization?" ”

"They all have a ring on their left middle finger."

"The middle finger of the left hand? Are you sure? Fukada's eyes widened.

Awabara and Fujii glanced at each other, "It's the same group of people." ”

"It seems that we were drawn into this unwarranted disaster because of you." Fukada's tone gloated, "How about it, in order to reduce your psychological guilt, do you want to join the tennis club?" I can convince them to forgive you! ”

"It's not early, senior, you better wash and sleep early." Awahara's implication is that there is everything in the dream, and at the same time, he also tells Fujii through the subtext that it is time for us to go.

"I hope that the seniors can cheer up sooner and recover soon."

Fujii immediately understood, stood up and replied, "I hope that the senior can cheer up sooner and recover soon." ”

"Thank you, it's hard for you to come to visit me." Fukada naturally heard it, and he didn't force him to stay, but when he was sending the guest to the door, he suddenly said, "You two, be careful lately, don't stay outside for too long at night." ”

"Then they'll have to keep their eyes open." Fujii shook his fist.

When Fukada saw it, he shook his head: "That's a group of people who don't talk about martial arts, and if they can shoot together, they will never fight alone." As far as I know, another member of the high school tennis club was attacked with tennis balls last night, and even went to the hospital for it, so I hope you all are doing well. ”

"Okay, we know." Kazuda stared at him for a second or two, and Awabara nodded heavily and took Fujii away.

On the way back, Awabara suggested to Fujii if he could cancel Sunday's event, as he had a bad premonition.

"I know what you're trying to say, but don't worry, there's a lot of people we're going to, and even if you're looking for trouble, you'll have to think about whether you can escape." These were Fujii's exact words, but Awabara's bad premonition did not disappear because of this, but became stronger.

The next day, the attack on the official members of the high school tennis clubs of each school had become a topic of discussion, and it was heard that even the junior high school tennis clubs were not spared, and many people gave up tennis because of this.

It was under such a discussion that Awabara attended the date with Fujii on time.

Along the way, he was nervous.

But as Fujii began to change his clothes in the clothing store and shuttled between the clothes and accessories, his tense nerves slowly relaxed.

He thought to himself: How can I be hurt by astringency?

However, a girl who is only a high school student at this age is really unreasonable!

A Tokyo fashion show was staged directly in front of him.

He couldn't help but wonder how he cultivated and honed that kind of temperament that is royal, sweet, cold, charming, noble, lively and lovely?

The photo sent by his ex-girlfriend came to mind, and compared with Fujii at this time, Awabara only felt that the former was weak!

Of course, it's more incredible, like this, you can fall in love at first sight, and when you see someone, probably no one can not be attracted to her, how did the original body let go?

Finally, seeing Fujii buy two sets of clothes with the pocket money he had saved for a long time, he suddenly thought of the money spent by his ex-girlfriend PUA, if it was spent on Fujii, he would definitely not feel distressed, not to mention feasting his eyes every day, at least it was much better than looking at the photo, right?

Carrying the pure water he bought, Awabara walked to the playground.

The idea that it was time to make money and give Fujii a gift turned into doubt after seeing the empty seat.

Why are people gone!?

Didn't you say that you would wait here for me to buy water and come back?

Awahara tried to dial the phone, but after finding that no one answered, the uneasiness that he had ignored and suppressed suddenly surged into his mind.

Joke?

Hide-and-seek?

Fun?

Kidnapped?

Crossing in place?

......

His divergent and increasingly outrageous thinking also stopped when he received a text message from Kondo on his phone.

"Come and help, or Fujii will be killed!"

"The address is in—"

In the immediate aftermath, he ran to the direction of the text message.

When he reached his destination, he found that his heart was beating a little fast, not because he was running, but because the anger in his heart was rising rapidly.

Outside the open-air tennis court, he saw Fujii hit in the shoulder by a tennis ball, and although the ball was not a killer tennis ball, she also took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

He walked in without hesitation.

There were five foreigners inside, talking and laughing at Fujii and Kondo and Akutsu, who were sitting on the ground. Seeing him, a sudden intruder, Qi brushed his head around.

"I was playing tennis." He looked at Fujii.

At this time, a foreigner on the sidelines replied in neon language: "Are you blind?" You can't tell we're competing! "The tone is affirmative, with a 'don't bother us' connotation.

"Then you should pick a better opponent."

The five foreigners looked at each other, and someone seemed to whisper, "Is this man an idiot?" Then the person who spoke first said, "Let Keith decide." So the five of them looked at the pitch.

Su Yuan also looked over, and such a thought immediately rose in his mind - Urahara store manager, why did you come to play tennis, shouldn't you be in Gudian?

Although he was surprised that the foreigner in front of him was dressed almost the same as Urahara Kisuke, his heart was always on Fujii.

He walked over and didn't ask her why she was here, just flicked her forehead and said, "I can't even protect the person I like, what kind of man am I." ”

After speaking, he took the racket in her hand, turned to look at the store manager Urahara opposite, oh no, his name is Keith, and said calmly: "Next, your opponent is me." ”