The tennis fans over there were buzzing with discussion, but the one who had been left with regret was not as despondent as the rumors suggested.
This year, the clay court season champion was won by Echizen Ryoma. This result did not come as much of a surprise to Niwang Yaji.
That small youth was already exceptionally gifted, the passage of time had tempered him, making him even more composed. Aside from the disappointment of narrowly missing the championship, Niwang was still impressed by this match—he was even quite excited.
Very few of the group from their junior and senior high school days have chosen to enter the professional tennis world, of his junior high school teammates, only Kirihara Akaya remains active in the professional circuit, though unfortunately, he did not participate in the French Open due to an old injury.
Under these circumstances, Echizen Ryoma, who shared not only the same nationality but also some history, seemed even more close. Even though the other party had once been a rival to Rikkaidai, it did not affect Niwang's perception of him.
Of course.. regarding his defeat, his former Companions were quite unhappy about it—though, judging by Marui's noisy complaining about how he had caused her to lose her bet, it was hard to say just how many Companions these guys actually had.
Forget it, I won't bother arguing with these guys.
—It definitely wasn't because I lost my nerve upon hearing Yukimura's Voice, definitely not!
"But he still couldn't break Zhangjun's record as the youngest legal net champion." The silver-haired youth feigned regret for his opponent, who had just been defeated in front of the people of France—or rather, the people of the world, before grinning and leaning his head against his girlfriend's shoulder.
Miss Hashimoto, who had already graduated from university and was now planning to become a full-time detective, was speechless for several seconds, but in the end, she did not push her boyfriend away.
Considering how truly exhausted he has been lately.
Nana silently made excuses for his girlfriend.
—But then again, it’s already been over half a month of rest; no matter how tired you are, you should have recovered by now!
So, Miss Detective girl, just admit it, you just can't do anything about this Fox.
"Alright, alright." Seeing several children chatting and laughing as they slowly approached alongside an old man wearing a brown Coat and round glasses not far away, Nana gave Yaji a gentle nudge.
"Get up, quickly," she said softly.
He didn't want to show off his affection in front of the Child.. she really didn't.
Really.
Niwang blinked his eyes and gave a lazy response, while simultaneously putting on a baseball cap—it was better to hide himself a little to avoid running into fans.
While speaking, that group of children had already walked up to Nana's side.
Three clearly lively children were still chatting away, while the other two children appeared a bit more quiet. The Girl had brown hair and kept her head down silently; the Boy had his hands in his pockets, his blue and white Coat showing a hint of vitality—it was a pity he already wore glasses at such a young age.
They did not seem to recognize Yaji.
Nana glanced at them before shifting his attention away.
She rubbed her slightly aching temples, feeling a vague, unpleasant premonition.
The Tram passed by slowly and finally came to a stop.
—Niwang adjusted his cap, reached out to wrap his arm around Nana, stood up.
The car door gradually opened.
—Nana smiled at her Boyfriend and followed his lead into the car door.
It must have been an illusion.
She thought.
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Author's Note: (1) The 1989 French Open champion, Zhang Depei, is the youngest French Open champion.
There are some cameo characters in this chapter~
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Thank you to the Little Angels who cast Overlord Votes or provided Nutrient solution for me~
Thank you to the Little Angel who provided Nutrient solution:
Fifty-five: 10 bottles of Hongchujiu; Lai Bu Zui 6 bottles; Weihuan Jihe YY 5 bottles; Bai Chenshang 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for everyone's support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 131 Chapter 115 The Most Unlucky Tram Robbery in History..
The Tram stopped at station after station, people boarded one after another.
Nana's eyelid twitched even more violently.
She looked around at the people around her with hesitation, detecting nothing unusual. Although she desperately wanted to urge herself not to overthink, the piercing ringing in the back of her mind made it impossible for her to truly feel at ease. Helplessly, Nana scanned the interior of the Tram once more with vigilance.
A young man, looking very gentle and elegant, with brown hair and wearing a pair of glasses. From her conversation with the boy with green eyes, it seems her surname is Shinide, he is a doctor.
The person who got into the car with him was a similarly young foreign woman with short blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a pair of intellectual glasses, who introduced herself as Judy St. Timillion. The Blonde-haired woman was wearing a dress and appeared to be an English teacher—though Nana instinctively felt her pronunciation was quite strange.
What was also noteworthy was the combination in the back row: one Old man [male] and five Children [male].
Nana frowned.
In the next second, the young man and woman sat down in the row of seats in front of the children.
It looked like a date.. but they didn't seem much like a real couple.
Nana tilted his head, his black hair falling over his eyes, feeling slightly itchy. He raised a hand to brush the hair away, thinking he was likely just overthinking it.
"A headache?" Yaji's inquiry came from beside her. Nana gave a soft smile, then shook his head.
It's nothing," she replied softly. "Maybe I didn't rest well? I'm a little sleepy.
Niwang gave his a slightly reproachful look.
Due to the disturbances during his youth, Nani once had to repeat a grade to lie low; although he graduated this year, he was still a year older than his classmates.
Moreover, she was already older than Niwang and had experienced many more ups and downs, making his more mature than him.
However, lately, scenes like this, where personalities are overturned, have occurred more than once.
Niwang's studies had already suffered due to tennis, but he already had his own career plans, so there was no need to say much more—it would only seem like meddling. Although training was hard and exhausting, the career of a professional athlete was mostly considered残酷, with injuries being common, in comparison, Niwang's daily routine and physical fitness were much better than Nana's.
After all, there were professional coaches in charge of creating the plans—if he wanted to stay up late continuously, he would have to ask them if they agreed!
Ever since graduation, Nana, who has devoted himself entirely to his profession as a detective, has been working tirelessly whenever he encounters an important mission or a serious case..
"Don't stay up so late next time," Niwang advised—his voice sounding somewhat stern.
Nana helplessly turned his head away, avoiding his boyfriend's somewhat sharp gaze.
Niwang ignored her attempt to play dead, reaching out to pinch Nana's face, forcing the Black-haired female detective's head to turn toward him.
"Did you hear me—" The Silver-haired fox leaned in close to Nana, his green eyes full of earnestness, his elongated tone slightly flirtatious, yet somehow not at all annoying.
Nana could never be disliked.
So she could only give a vague, perfunctory response, his gaze shifting up and down, refusing to look at Yaji: "Mhm, mhm, mhm."
Yaji shot his a sidelong glance, after a few seconds, he let out a teasing laugh. "After you promised me last time, what did you do, puri~?"
—Oh, you mean Nana, who clearly promised to go to sleep, but ended up getting caught by her boyfriend while secretly using her mobile phone to look up information under the covers?
Heh.
Nana had no choice but to yield: "It won't happen again."
So.. so embarrassing..
Forget it, let's not talk about it.
By the way, you're asking about her self-defense skills?
Don't even mention that; we are still good friends, Gin no longer wants to admit that she ever taught her.
..
The Tram continued to travel.
After about a few minutes, the Tram pulled into the next station, more passengers boarded.
Nana frowned.
Green eyes became serious, the Black-haired girl calmly and vigilantly observed the man who had just entered the car.
The one getting into the car this time was a young man wearing a white mask. Although half of his face was covered by the white mask, his cold eyes and aloof temperament could still be faintly seen. He wore a black knit hat, drove straight through the lane without looking aside, was wrapped in a thick coat, as if he were afraid of the cold.
Afraid of the cold?
Nana blinked his eyes hesitantly.
She subconsciously felt that this was a dangerous character—her aura made it clear he was not to be trifled with; if this were an anime, he might even be a Villain who arrives with her own background music. Yet, driven by intense curiosity, she cautiously cast her gaze toward her.
As she cast her gaze over.. Nana's heartbeat involuntarily quickened, like a gust of cold, light rain splashing against her face and head. Her brain felt as if it had been chilled—increasingly uncomfortable, yet increasingly refreshed.
At the same time, her suspicions grew.
Why did she feel.. that she had seen this person somewhere before?
The Black-haired detective, unable to figure it out, was left puzzled. He closed his eyes slightly, feeling a wave of drowsiness wash over his brain, simply leaned against Yaji's shoulder.
Yaji curled his lip but did not refuse; instead, he began to observe Nana's profile.
The sunlight filtered through the car window, coating the young couple in a thin layer of light gold, like scattered fine golden sand.
The moment he opened his eyes, Nana met Yaji's green eyes.
In two pairs of green eyes, lush and verdant, were nothing but the reflection of the other's silhouette.
Immediately after, another person got into the car.
His footsteps broke the slightly tense atmosphere inside the car.
It also stopped Niwang's hand as he tried to reach out and touch Nana's cheek.
..
Before Conan could even let out a small sigh of relief, she was frozen by Haruki once again.
Although.. it is quite nice that someone has come up to break the silence, but this person looks.. just as cold and aloof as the last one!
The person boarding the vehicle was also a young man, appearing even younger than the previous one, looking to be about twenty-five or twenty-six.
Compared to that mysterious passenger wearing a cap and a mask, this new passenger looked much more "candid."
A clean, fair face was revealed without any concealment. The youth wore a simple dark blue shirt; however, the top button was left unfastened, revealing his pale neck.