I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 170 Autumn Bean Sack!

"Oh, by the way, that's the changing room. You can change your clothes there."

After a moment of losing his composure, Aoki Shin quickly regained his calm and polite demeanor.

It must be said that she has a good sense of self-cultivation, at least most of the time she is not annoying. However, whenever Asagiri Rin is mentioned, a subtle sense of showing off and possessiveness will permeate the air.

It's hard for anyone not to notice.

Asagiri Rin glanced at Tsukino Gen beside her, "I'm going to change my clothes."

"Ah."

The boy nodded.

The girl raised an eyebrow slightly at the other person, "Hmm my foot, what about you? Don't you need to change?"

"Didn't I come here to watch you play tennis?"

Looking at the neatly arranged tennis court, with its professional turf, Tsukino Gen already pictured Asagiri Rin, dressed in her sportswear, starting to swing her racket—long legs, a bouncing ponytail.
"Who said that? You think you don't need to fight?"

Asagiri Rin rolled her eyes at Tsukino Gen. Why did this guy always try to stay out of it?
Gen Tsukino looked at the other person helplessly, "Do I look like I brought a change of clothes?"

"That's your business."

After saying that, she glanced at Morita Kaoru, who was carrying a bag beside her, and said, "Let's go."

Morita Kaoru and Asagiri Rin went to the changing room to change clothes, along with several other girls.

The boys' locker room is on the other side.

Looking at Tsukino Gen standing there, Aoki Shin asked with a smile, "There are sportswear available for rent here, would you like me to go get them for you?"

Gen Tsukino shook his head. "No need to trouble yourself. I'm not very good at tennis either. I'd probably play better watching you guys, so there's no need for me to embarrass myself."

"Hahaha, Tsukino-kun is being too polite. Since Rin asked you to come, you must know that Rin would never let you embarrass yourself. That's impossible."

Gen Tsukino felt that the other party still had too many misunderstandings.

Asagiri Rin doesn't want to embarrass herself? Her current actions are entirely aimed at making herself look foolish, so she can then find a way to become the one who saves her from this predicament.

This is definitely not the way a normal girl thinks.

But this is exactly what Asagiri Rin would do; perhaps she felt that only in this way could she realize how different she was from other girls.

It was unnecessary, since in Tsukino Gen's mind, she was different from all the other girls.

When do you plan to start?

Once the men and women had returned to the beautiful tennis court, some were already eager to try and asked curiously.

There are actually several types of tennis courts, but this club uses grass, which is quite expensive, and there are even two large areas of it.

Having changed into a sports t-shirt and shorts, and wearing a matching sports watch, Aoki Shin looked at the watch with a strange expression.

"Ayaka hasn't arrived yet."

"Ayaka? You called her? She's terrible with directions, even back when the sun never sets."

Just saying.

A somewhat hurried figure approached from afar.

His steps appeared somewhat disordered, revealing his anxiety and panic.

But when she appeared, the eyes of all the men present lit up simultaneously.

"Sorry. I thought it was in the south, so I drove around in circles, then realized the signs were wrong and came back. Oh, it's here."

I vaguely remember this young woman, Tsukino Gen.

I think I saw her at Saionji's birthday party last time.

What's most memorable isn't her beautiful rose-gold hair, but rather the slightly bewildered, naturally adorable expression on her face. It's like how she's pointing east and talking about west in a daze right now.

But beneath that confused expression, she exudes a rather mature and sophisticated aura.

She was tall and slender, wearing boots.

The loose T-shirt was tucked into the denim skirt.

Against her strikingly pale skin, the makeup accentuated her features, giving her a somewhat aloof and cold aura, as if she were standing at the top of a mountain, a unique quality that seemed to exude loneliness.

These words made everyone present burst into laughter.

"What an idiot! Don't all cars have GPS these days? How could you get lost like this?"

The woman didn't blush with shyness or nervousness; she just scratched her head absently.

"The routes overlapped, so I couldn't tell them apart."

"Alright, alright," Aoki Shin said with a smile, trying to smooth things over. "Go change your clothes first, we're about to start."

"Oh well."

The woman walked past the group of people, and then her gaze fell on the handsome young man who was staring at her.

"You really didn't change it?"

When such a sound was heard, the woman's gaze quickly swept over it, and she walked towards the dressing room.

The person who appeared in her sight instead was a young lady with a high ponytail.

No matter what she wears, it seems unable to conceal her noble temperament.

Wearing a pure white athletic T-shirt and athletic shorts that revealed her long, slender legs, her not-so-short figure, combined with her delicate skin, made her seem less like someone playing tennis and more like someone who was there to promote sportswear.

"It's alright, there's no need to deliberately change it."

Tsukino Gen's answer was normal.

Asagiri Rin glanced at Tsukino Gen indifferently, "Then I'm not going to bother with you anymore, someone asked me out."

The boy looked over and saw that a girl had already reached the other side of the field and was waving in his direction.

"Xiao Lin! Come here quickly!"

"Well, don't worry."

"Tch, who would worry about you?" After saying that, Asagiri Rin looked at Morita Kaoru beside her. "I'm sorry to ask you to come out to work in this weather. There are special rest rooms in the club. Go and rest over there. It's too hot here. You don't need to worry about us."

Morita Kaoru initially wanted to refuse, but after glancing at Tsukino Gen, she felt there was nothing for her to worry about here. So she nodded, "Then please be careful, Miss. Call me if you need anything."

"Ah."

Watching Morita Kaoru leave like that, Tsukino Gen asked curiously, "Should I go rest over there too?"

"Go try it, I'll break your legs." She widened her eyes slightly, then composed herself and said calmly, "There are drinks on the sidelines, help yourself. Anyway, you're not allowed to leave until the game is over."

After saying that, he picked up his tennis racket and walked towards the court.

Tsukino Gen sat down on a nearby bench, where there was a canopy for shade. Although it couldn't block out the summer heat, thanks to his own martial arts skills, Tsukino Gen could walk around in this blazing sun without breaking a sweat.

Shinya Aoki started playing ball with a boy.

There didn't seem to be anyone they knew here, and they weren't familiar with Tsukino Gen either, but out of politeness, especially since he was brought by Asagiri Rin, they exchanged a few simple pleasantries.

In reality, people in different circles, who may seem to be from different social classes, don't actually have much in common to talk about.

Should we talk about studying? Or about anime? Or about the recent international situation? It seems like we can't find common ground with any of them.

So we simply exchanged a few polite words and parted ways naturally.

Gen Tsukino didn't seem embarrassed at all. He leisurely picked up a glass of orange juice and watched Rin Asagiri start swinging her racket.

Don't tell me yet.

He plays with great skill, leaping high to serve and hitting the ball accurately in key positions.

Her steps didn't seem tense or awkward; her athletic ability was better than she had thought.

When it gallops, every blade of grass it kicks up and every high ponytail it raises looks beautiful and natural.

For both men and women, exercise is the best form of cosmetic treatment.

As he was marveling at the beauty of young girls, a figure sat down beside him.

Turning around, you see a woman with long rose-gold hair tied in pigtails, whom Shin Aoki calls Ayaka.

The woman, dressed in sportswear, still exuded elegance. Just as Tsukino Gen was wondering why she was sitting next to him, she took the initiative to speak.

"I met you at Saionji's birthday party last time, but I didn't have a chance to say hello. Hello, my name is Ayaka Miura."

Gen Tsukino nodded. "My name is Gen Tsukino." The young woman's expression occasionally gave off a sense of dazedness, because you seemed unsure of where she was focusing or what she was paying attention to.

“I know she’s a friend of Asagiri Rin. Actually, I’m not very close to her. I’m a friend that Aoki and the others met abroad.”

Tsukino Gen didn't know why she was explaining all this to him; it felt like she was revealing her family background, and she had a strangely kind and adorable charm.

However, he felt it wasn't as natural as Morita Kaoru's.

Because Morita Kaoru clearly shows that she is clueless about things she has never experienced, while this woman named Miura Ayaka really doesn't understand these basic social etiquettes.
"I see. But isn't that how it is in your circle? Getting to know another group of people through one person is normal, right?"

"Isn't Tsukino-kun part of this kind of circle?"

She asked the question earnestly, without any hint of sarcasm or sarcasm.

It's obvious that he wasn't an undercover agent sent by Aoki Shin.

"Me? I don't count. I only know the young lady."

"Is the young lady Asagiri? It suits her perfectly. When I first saw her, I also felt that she was a personified young lady, or even a princess."

So he started praising Rin Asagiri to Gen Tsukino.

What on earth does she want to do?
Gen Tsukino was completely bewildered and couldn't think of a reasonable explanation, so he just casually chimed in.

Her questions were bizarre, or rather, inexplicable.

Don't you feel a little embarrassed wearing a white tracksuit?

"why."

"If you sweat under your arms, your white tracksuit will be very noticeable, right?"

"I think the gray color is quite noticeable too."

Ayaka Miura was wearing gray.

She looked down and took a closer look. She hadn't even started playing yet, so why was she sweating?
Then she nodded, "Indeed, that's probably why I don't really like sports."

A little while later, she would look at the orange juice in Tsukino Gen's hand and say something.

Which do you prefer: grape juice, apple juice, or orange juice?

"Let's have orange juice instead."

"Grape juice is too rich, and apple juice is too sweet. So is orange juice more refreshing? I prefer orange juice too."

"Hehe, what a coincidence."

"Snapped!"

Where is the shooting taking place?
Gen Tsukino's gaze fell upon the court, where he saw the young lady with a tennis racket walking towards him step by step. Her face was visibly cold and gloomy.

Then she walked directly across the court to Tsukino Gen and threw the racket into his arms.

Gen Tsukino caught it and then looked up at the girl.

Asagiri Rin said coldly, "You seem to be having a good chat. Let's go play ball."

Gen Tsukino glanced at the girl who was still on the field.

"Me, fight with a girl?"

"You said you can't fight anyway, and you might not even be able to beat them. Just go if we tell you to."

Then she plopped down right between Tsukino Gen and Miura Ayaka.

Gen Tsukino was forced to stand up and glanced down at Rin Asagiri.

"What if I play too well and people say I'm bullying others?"

Asagiri Rin scoffed, "If you can beat her, I'll personally grill meat for you tonight."

"it is good."

Tsukino Gen didn't even change his clothes; he was still wearing a T-shirt and jeans. He grabbed the racket that Asagiri Rin had just used and walked onto the court.

There were even boys on the street offering 'kind' reminders.

"Hey Tsukino! You better watch out, Matsushita was a bronze medalist in the national tournament back in high school!"

"Matsushita! You can't bully the people Rin brought!"

Gen Tsukino didn't listen to any of this; he was simply feeling the slight dampness in his palm.

It seems to be the sweat left behind by Asagiri Rin.

I don't know what it smells like. It would probably be a bit creepy to smell it now. I'll just sneak a sniff when I switch hands!

We've arrived at the other side of the venue. The person opposite us is a young girl with slightly less fair skin, displaying a healthy tan.

Judging from his physique, he does look like someone who exercises regularly.

However, the expression she presented was charming and cute, and she even acted coquettishly towards Tsukino Gen through the net.

"Tsukino-kun~ This is my first time playing basketball with such a handsome guy like you, I'm really nervous, please don't hit the ball too hard~"

Gen Tsukino glanced discreetly at Rin Asagiri's location.

They discovered that the young lady was staring intently at the rose-gold-haired young woman.

It looked like a ferocious cat staring at a silly beast.

After she looked over, Asagiri Rin felt Tsukino Gen's gaze. She looked over and glared fiercely at the boy.

Gen Tsukino withdrew his gaze and looked back at Matsushita across from him.

"Don't worry, I'm the kind of person who's very chivalrous."

"That's good~ I'll serve now~ Tsukino-kun, please catch~"

The young girl pouted and then, from her position, tossed the tennis ball high into the air.

When the tennis ball reached the perfect height, her charming expression suddenly changed, like a fierce cheetah.

They only reveal their most ferocious side when they are preparing to hunt.

"Snapped!"

It was a powerful, heavy slap.

This is clearly completely different from the 'playing house' game against Rin Asagiri.

Because I'm a boy, I can be a little more uninhibited.

Since he was a male companion brought by Asagiri Rin, he naturally had to undergo some tests.

The ball was traveling at extremely high speed, like a straight shot.

Admittedly, there is a difference in strength between men and women. However, there is also an insurmountable gap between professional and amateur.

The boys over there had forgotten about playing basketball, and Aoki Shinya watched this scene with great interest.

Was Rin really making Tsukino and Matsushita play ball to humiliate him?
Matsushita landed with great confidence in the shot, a wide smile spreading across his face.

next moment.

"boom!"

A cannonball.

It appears as if there is no curve at all.

It brushed past her, lifting strands of her hair, as if leaving a burning pain.

Then it crashed into the guardrail behind her.

When the tennis ball rolled back to her feet, her smile froze as she watched the boy stop his swing.

She blinked in disbelief.

Not
Caught it?
Not only did he receive the serve, but he also scored a point on his own return of serve?

The leisurely boy was even gripping the mesh on his racket with his fingers, muttering to himself, "It seems a little loose."

"no!"

"Autumn beans and burlap sacks!!"