Net King - Blizzard

The sun is shining, the clouds are floating, and the breeze is blowing.Everyone looked at the two ministers on the field - Atobe from Hyotei and Tezuka from Seigaku.What about this ministerial battle?Now let's turn the camera to the tennis court——

"Ice Emperor! Ice Emperor! Ice Emperor!..." It started again, the ice emperor's strong support group.

Atobe raised his left hand and pointed to the sky——

"Atobe! Atobe! Atobe!..." Dare you have been trained.

Then Atobe gently lowered his left hand and pointed to the side——

"The winner is the Ice Empress! The winner is the Ice Empress! The winner is the Ice Empress!..."

Atobe lowered his left hand and raised the tennis racket in his right——

"The winner is Atobe! The winner is Atobe! The winner is Atobe!

And then open your arms—

"The winner is Hyotei! The winner is Atobe! The winner is Hyotei! The winner is Atobe!

Finally, he raised his left hand and snapped his fingers towards the sky, then took off his coat and threw it into the sky. "It's me." Now the Ice Emperor's support team became even crazier.

I sat on the coach bench of Qingxue and got three black lines on my face. — —||| I'm speechless, I've seen someone who likes to show off, but why haven't I seen someone who likes to show off like this.Narcissus really opened my eyes today.

"Have you played enough?" Our minister still looked like an iceberg—expressionless!

Atobe smiled and walked to the net. "Ah, satisfied."

"Hyodi Gakuen vs. Youth Academy's first singles match starts now. The winner will be determined in one game, and Ice Emperor Jibu will serve." The referee announced.

"Ah... ah, please don't look serious, you don't want to be Tezuka No. 2, do you?" I looked at Ryoma sitting next to him, who was looking at Tezuka with a serious expression.

"Cut, aren't you worried?" Long Ma didn't turn his head, still staring at the game on the field.

"Worry, why don't you worry. But is worrying useful? It's better to adjust your mood and watch the game. Anyway - some things will happen sooner or later." I lowered my head and muttered softly.

Ryoma suddenly turned his head and asked with a frown. "What did you say?"

No way?Did he hear me when I spoke so quietly? "It's nothing, I mean, anyway, the Minister and Master Atobe will face each other sooner or later, whether it's early or late." I didn't dare to look at Ryoma and stared at the field.I'm afraid he'll see something.

"Cut, madamadadane."

Sometimes I really don't want to be the one who stays out of it.But is there a way to change it?After all, they and I are people from different worlds.But why do I watch the game on the field, and my heart beats so fast?It's so boring, it's almost suffocating.So uncomfortable, why do I feel this way?Even if I didn't have the feeling in my own game before.I clenched my hands and realized that my palms were sweating.I'm nervous?No, this won't work!Didn't I decide long ago not to participate in any plots?I'm just a person who came to this world by accident, how can I change their fate?That's why I want to keep people away from thousands of miles away.It's not that I don't want to get in touch with them, I'm just afraid that I'll fall in love with them, even Ryoma -- the same.

"Did you notice it?" Sanada from Rikai University said to Kirihara.

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Yamabuki's Tantaichi said in surprise. "What's wrong, Tezuka didn't move a single step there."

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In Tezuka's field, no matter how the ball is hit, it can only return to Tezuka's place, as if being pulled.

Just when Tezuka's stunt surprised everyone who came to watch the game.Atobe raised his left hand between his eyebrows and laughed. "Haha... okay, Tezuka, just rely on that kind of wrist."

After hearing this sentence, the main candidates of Seigaku began to wonder why Atobe said 'just rely on that kind of skill'.Atobe slowly lowered his hand. "Is the wrist of that left hand hurting? Hey, Tezuka."

At this time, Dashi rushed out with a look of excitement. "No, Tezuka's elbow has healed."

Atobe raised the corner of his mouth. "So it's the elbow."

I rolled my eyes.Weighing to death, this boulder is simply not enough for success, and more than failure.How can such a thing be said so loudly?It seems that you have not only injured your wrist, but also your head.

"Why does the minister's elbow hurt?" asked Horio of the trio.

Oishi began to fall into memories. "That was two years ago, when we first entered middle school. At that time, Tezuka was stronger than the seniors in the third grade. However, there are also seniors who don't think so. That senior thinks that Tezuka Tsuka looked down on them, so Tezuka, who was clearly left-handed, used his right hand to compete with them. Later, he hit Tezuka's left elbow with a tennis racket. Although it hurt a little at the time, I thought it was nothing at the time. But the wrist began to feel The discomfort started in the autumn of last year. In short, Tezuka’s training volume was not so large. He practiced zero-style chopping strictly every day, which accumulated and caused muscle fatigue, and then he developed pain together with the old injury. No more tennis."

Kikumaru frowned as Tezuka, who was playing on the field, took Oishi's words. "And last year's national youth selection invitation was also rejected."

When everyone was silent, Ryoma turned his head. "But, isn't it already cured?"

"Yes." Hearing Ryoma's words, everyone felt a little relieved.But, can you really feel at ease?If he is really cured, Tezuka will not go to Germany.I thought to myself.

The protracted battle is about to begin, and my heart beats faster.Although I am sitting here, but now I seem to be transparent.I've been hypnotizing myself - I'm not about the game.I can't stop the game.I can't change the plot.

An hour and a half after the start of the protracted battle, the number of rounds was 6-5, and Tezuka Saiwei.When Tezuka was about to serve the last ball. "Ah..." Tezuka let go of his grip on the racket, and knelt down on the field with his right hand clutching his left shoulder.It's finally time to start - the plot! ! !

Looking at Tezuka sitting on the coach's bench, I finally couldn't help but want to ask him. "Do you know how many tennis players have retired because of shoulder injuries?" he replied. "Yes." I asked him again. "Do you still want to continue?" he replied. "Yes." Without a trace of hesitation. "Can you not put too much pressure on yourself? Did you forget? There is still Ryoma, even if you abstain, Ryoma will win. Do you think..." Before I could finish speaking, he interrupted me if. "I am the head of Qingxue, I will not lose." Then he walked back to the court.

"Where are you going?" Ryoma asked as he looked at me who got up and was about to leave.

I sigh lightly. "Huh... this kind of touching scene is not suitable for me, I'll go first." After walking a few steps, I stopped and didn't look back. "Ryoma, you can start warming up now. Do you remember what I asked you? What will you think when the minister delivers?" Ryoma didn't speak, but just looked at me quietly, with no emotion on his face. "You—will win?"

Ryoma raised his hand and pressed the brim of his hat. "Um."

"Really? That's good." When I walked out of the arena, two lines of tears ran across my cheeks and fell to the ground.

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