Chapter 145 Thoughts, Messy

Chapter 145 Thoughts, Messy

Ryoma was walking home alone.

The street lamps at night emit faint yellow light, illuminating the road ahead.

After getting out of the car, home is not far ahead. Obviously, he could take one more stop and walk less, but he still chose to get off one stop earlier and walk back.Blowing in the air may calm the messy thoughts.

My heart is in a mess.

Looking up and looking into the distance, at the end of the road extended by street lamps, there is a warmly lit home.

I still remember that we once walked this road holding hands with her. At the beginning, he was very pleased, but now, he only feels annoyed.

The memory of her beginning is stuck in her childhood.She came down like an angel and practiced with him every day. They chatted a lot, but he still didn't know her name.

I remember when she wrote her name on his hand with a pen, he swore to remember this name, remember this girl.

But helplessly, he still forgot, and forgot so thoroughly, even when she appeared in front of him again and called him "Dragon Horse", he didn't recognize her.

Ever since she transferred to Qingxue and was in the same class as him, he knew...she was a person who was unwilling to give up, and her stubborn character was very similar to his when he was facing tennis.

It was also because she broke into his life suddenly that his world changed.

He has never cared about the ambiguous words of the seniors and the rumors of the students around him, because he has always felt that it has nothing to do with him.

It has always... been a person's state of mind, and no one can blend into it.

Haven't you been used to this for a long time?There is no one in life who can touch his emotions, no one can easily touch the softness in his heart, no one can make him feel sour again and again.

He always felt awkward when she was close to him, and he didn't know where the resistance came from in his heart, and why.

She will not reject her entanglement, no matter how boring the conversation is, she always listens carefully, although sometimes she does not give any answer.

She likes to hug him, likes to say "I like you, I like you, I like you" in his ear over and over again...

After listening to it a lot, I feel that it is not so precious anymore, even if every sentence "I like you" she said comes from the heart.

Touching my heart, the position of the heart was beating again and again, and I asked myself: Echizen Ryoma, when did you become like this?This is not like the old you at all. Shouldn't you only love tennis?Isn't tennis the most important thing to you?Isn't tennis the only thing that can make you sluggish?So why, now, she can easily affect your mood?
Whether it's jealousy, sourness, happiness, excitement, anger, heartache, all kinds of things... all become scary to him.

He is afraid of this change.

Up to now, he even regretted it a little.

He really wanted to ask her, why did she hug someone else while saying she liked him?
The same goes for Sengoku Kiyoshi, so does Ninzu Yushi, and even Kirihara Akashi.

More than once, I saw her being too intimate with others, the patience again and again, finally accumulated to this day, and I can no longer suppress it, but it is really said that it will end, and it is difficult to let go, so I can only force myself not to explain, Don't look at her, leave as soon as possible.

This month, how can you say that you don't care about it at all?

How could it be said that everything she did could not catch his eyes?
Pushing open the door of the house, he took off his shoes at the entrance.Walked straight back to the room.

Ignoring Nanjiro's questioning, ignoring Rinko's concern, ignoring Nanako asking him if he has had a job.

He just wanted to go back to his room and go to sleep quickly, have a good quiet time, and avoid everything.

It's also possible... Tomorrow, I will probably be bored in the room and think about it...

(End of this chapter)

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