The king of the net relies on Echizen Ryoma

Chapter 274 Arriving in New York
Chapter 274 Arriving in New York
At 7 o'clock in the morning, the sound of birdsong in the garden rose and fell, and the girl stepped out of the Atobe family's villa with a very light-looking backpack slung across her shoulders.

The backpack contained only a few necessary loose items such as a passport, a phone and a small amount of cash.

The moment she stepped out of the black fence gate, the morning sun emitted soft light, shining on her slightly pale face, without the midday heat, which stimulated her cold body to emit waves of warmth.

On the branches and leaves of shrubs that have been carefully pruned by the feet, dewdrops are shining with sporadic brilliance, and the breeze blows over the side of the face, carrying the aroma of various flowers in the flower garden.

It's a pity that no matter how beautiful the scenery is, in the eyes of the girl at this moment, it is nothingness.

She walked quickly to the side of the road with endless traffic, stopped a taxi, and when she got in, she calmly reported the address to the driver, "Go to Tokyo International Airport."

She is going to America.

She is going to find Ryoma.

If Ryoma is really all right, then she has to confirm it herself.

I can't stand the days when I can't see Ryoma anymore, and I can't stand the days when I'm worried about Ryoma's situation. Now that it's confirmed that Ryoma hasn't left the United States, he must be waiting for her somewhere on the other side of the ocean.

So she was going to find him, she had to meet him, and tell him...all...that she had never said to him before.

She raised her head and silently looked at the figure reflected in the rearview mirror of the taxi.

In the past, this was such a strange face, but now it is indeed her own.

Long purple-gray hair, a delicate face, and big light gray eyes are lifeless and dull.

Just like the moon, it loses its radiance without the sun's light, only because it needs to rely on the sun's light to survive and maintain its beauty.

Echizen Ryoma is the sun, and Atobe Hotaru is the moon.

Echizen Ryoma is the sun of Hotaru Atobe, the light source that can illuminate her entire life.

Ryoma...I want to see you.

I want to see you.

The plane took off at 10 am, and when we arrived at the airport there were still two hours before boarding.

Firefly came to a nearby dessert shop and forced herself to eat something to satisfy her hunger. Because she ran out without breakfast, she only felt a throbbing pain in her stomach in the taxi just now, and she was dizzy even before her eyes. She was also vague about the car.

Sitting on a light-colored wooden chair, the style of the whole store is romantic and warm. Hotaru watched the attractive strawberry cake and cheese pudding in front of her without any appetite.

It should be her favorite food...it's hard to get interested even now.

The feeling of the pudding slipping into the mouth was flat and tasteless, and the feeling of happiness in the past was gone.

After dawdling in the dessert shop for a long time, two hours seemed like a century, the girl glanced at the wall clock of the dessert shop from time to time, and then looked at the numbers on the watch, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles.

The time passed by every minute and every second, the girl stared at the watch firmly, and finally regained consciousness quickly when the pointer was about to point to 10 o'clock, threw down a few banknotes in a hurry, paid the money, and then walked quickly to the waiting room of several airports run.

When she came to the waiting hall, she just heard a female voice on the radio reminding passengers to board the plane. She had no time to rest and turned around to walk to the ticket gate.

It wasn't until the moment she successfully boarded the plane that she took a deep breath of relief.

The whole morning of waiting and running was as unreal as a dream. She never thought that she would do this for one person, never thought about it before, never thought about it now, and never thought about it in the future.

But the fact is, she did it without thinking, without thinking about it, as if it was instinct.

It was already 15 hours later when we arrived at the New York airport.

The fifteen-hour air journey made her feel unprecedentedly tired. The moment she walked out of the airport with her bag on her back, her tiredness urged her to find a place to rest before continuing to look for Ryoma.

The time difference between New York and Japan is about 12 to 13 hours, and summer in the United States is the same as Japan, which is a hot season.

Hotaru raised her head to look at the scorching sun in the sky, her skin was scorched by the sun, and she raised her hand to wipe off the fine sweat on her forehead. In Japan now, it must be the early morning after midnight. I don’t know Keigo Atobe knows. What kind of reaction will she have after she cut first and played second.

Even if it is to stop, she must find Ryoma.

She took out her phone and pressed the power button. After a animation, the body vibrated violently in her hands.

There is no indication of missed calls, probably because Xia Chuan has already told Keigo Atobe about her being on the plane. He is as smart as Atobe, and he will not hit a wall when someone else's phone is turned off.

But it shows an unread text message.

No matter what you want to do in the United States, I will return to you as soon as you finish what you need to do. --Atobe Keigo.

She put the phone back in her backpack and didn't reply.

Such a strong brother has always been so easy to deal with.

After calming down the restless mood, the next step is to search.

In the next few hours, taking advantage of having lived in the United States for a while and often coming to travel and vacation, she ran all the street tennis courts and tennis clubs she knew, and inquired about the hotel and hotel where Longma lived during the US Open. Staff at convenience stores around the hotel.

I never stopped searching, ignoring my body clamoring for fatigue.

Until he was exhausted, there was still no news of Ryoma.

In the end, she sat slumped on the tennis court where she and Ryoma first met six years ago, weeping in disappointment, but she couldn't make a sound at all.

Heartbreaking?Howling?
Now is not enough to express her mood.

It was a feeling of losing all hope and strength, a vast expanse of whiteness, nothing to see, nothing to touch, the body was weak and unable to speak.

Where, where the hell?
"Ryoma... where are you... at least... tell me you're safe, okay..." She clenched the backpack strap in her hand, her knuckles turned white, and she didn't let go until her fingers twitched.

She was in a daze for a long, long time, until the sun gradually changed from bright to yellow, and a fiery red glow appeared in the sky. After a burst of slow footsteps, a pair of familiar sneakers stopped in front of her.

The body was suddenly enveloped by a bleak shadow, and she raised her head.

Short blonde hair, blue pupils.

Seeing her, Kebin was startled.

Her fair face was covered with tears, and her beautiful eyes were bloodshot.

For a moment, he even suspected that he had made a mistake.The girl in front of him was completely different from when he was in Japan, so he frowned and tried, "Hey, woman..."

"My name is Hotaru Atobe...not a woman..." The girl hastily wiped away the tears on her cheeks, fearing that he would laugh at her because of this, and she didn't want to show her weakness to anyone other than her brother and Ryoma.

The girl's answer dispelled Kebin's doubts, and he looked at her suspiciously, "Why are you in New York?"

(End of this chapter)