"The men's tennis department only needs one director. If they can't manage themselves well, then they don't need to come." Coach Shen said coldly while holding the information.

This doesn't work, that doesn't work, how can she join the tennis club? She is a girl, and she can't be a team member. She can only become a manager. However, Coach Shen doesn't agree. It's simply too difficult for her.

By the way, isn't there someone in there, and she's a girl? Why did she forget Saya? Since she can enter the tennis club, it's not okay for her to enter with the same identity.

She looked up at Coach Shen, "Then Coach Shen, why can Saya stay in the tennis club?"

Coach Shen frowned slightly. This must have been requested by Atobe. The girl was very quiet and did not affect the training of the tennis club, so she made an exception.

"She is considered an audience." After saying this, the Shinto Cultist walked out directly. No matter what Fujiwara Ikumi said behind him, he could not stop him.

This girl is really too noisy

It was really cold-blooded. Fujiwara Ikumi snorted and walked out. Although her goal was not achieved, she also knew how to get to the tennis club. Just be an audience and she would not miss anything.

In the afternoon, during club activities, Otoyu went to the tennis club as usual. However, recently she spoke less and less. Unless necessary, she sometimes even sat there for an entire afternoon without saying a word, just watching everything quietly.

Of course, her personality is extremely quiet. Most of the time, she will still make some scented tea for everyone to drink, but it always makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

The door to the tennis club was pushed open, and Fujiwara Ikumi walked in wearing a sportswear. Her bright golden curly hair and delicate facial features attracted many people's attention, except of course some people.

At this time, Atobe Keigo was already sitting on a rest chair, and Fujiwara Ikumi also sat next to him without anyone else. Atobe Keigo didn't even raise his eyes and stood up, and directly changed to another rest chair.

chair

Fujiwara Ikumi stood up again in frustration to see how many chairs he could change.

Otowa looked at the two of them, holding a cup in his hand, and pulled Fujiwara Ikumi who was about to approach Atobe Keigo again, "Fujiwara, he doesn't like to sit with others after practice."

This can be regarded as a very strange temper of his. He is already very tired. If someone sits next to him, he will feel that the air is not flowing.

Fujiwara Ikumi came to Hyōtei not long ago, so I don’t know about his habit. Whenever he finishes practicing, no one dares to sit next to him. Unless he wants to, anyone who disturbs him will be considered as one.

Unlucky

She really has a weird temper. Fujiwara Ikumi angrily sat back on the lounge chair and glared at Atobe Keigo who didn't even look at her. He really ignored her completely. He is really an annoying person.

Otowa handed the cup to Atobe Keigo. He reached out and took a sip. Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Fujiwara Ikumi who was sitting not far away. He raised his eyes half-way and curled his lips slightly. He was really a ghost.

The guy who never leaves

He was really annoyed. His little maid seemed to like him. He looked at Otoyu who was standing in front of him. At this time, she had returned to the rest chair on the other side to watch other people's exercises.

"Hey, Atobe Keigo, I have something to tell you." Fujiwara Ikumi is really fed up with his neglect. No one has ever ignored her like this. Who doesn't treat her like a princess and please her like a princess? Only this person, simply

Treating her like air, treating her like she doesn't exist, it really hit her hard, she couldn't bear it anymore
Chapter completed!