Lost Narrative Poetry

"Three...Three what classmates?"

Miura Yuko was startled at first, but then she was completely distracted by such an impolite name, and her original expression suddenly cast a shadow——

"Wait a minute, what did you call me?"

"Don't worry about those details." Xia Ran waved the racket and said calmly, "It's not an important matter. Let's not waste time on it."

"You called me by the wrong name, and you said it was not an important matter, so you asked me not to care about these details?" Miura Yuiko laughed strangely from the depths of her throat, revealing the queen's unique ferocious smile.

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"The wind is so noisy today. Speaking of which, it seems that the potato chips at the welfare club are half price today. Let's go buy some later?" Xia Ran was silent for a while, then turned to Yukinoshita next to him and suggested .

"Your treat." The girl replied concisely.

"That's no problem, but what flavor of potato chips do you like?" Xia Ran touched her chin, "Speaking of which, I actually prefer..."

"That's enough! Don't ignore me, you two!" Miura Yuko broke out and shouted frantically on the opposite court, "It's definitely intentional! You two must be doing it on purpose. Right!"

Hayama Hayato had a wry smile on his face and persuaded her angrily from the side. He was actually a typical good guy, but being a good guy often meant that he could only make peace with her and could not do anything else.

He didn't want to offend Yukinoshita and make things unpleasant, but he couldn't stop Miura from going his own way.

"Ahem, classmate San, you misunderstood..." Xia Ran cleared her throat and wanted to explain sincerely.

"Shut up! It's Miura! Miura!"

"Okay, let's end this farce as soon as possible..." There seemed to be an inexplicable smile hidden in the depths of Yukinoshita's eyes, but she didn't say anything more. She just walked over to get the tennis ball back, because next time she arrived She served here.

Although she also didn't know how Xia Ran was able to do the kind of operation just now, how talented was he? Listen to the voice and argue?

But now is not the time to dwell on this. After all, the world is a big place full of strange things. There are a lot of strange people and strange things. This guy's performance is not to the point where it is completely unacceptable and needs to be taken away for dissection. Degree.

Therefore, the most important thing at the moment is to defeat Miura as quickly as possible. Thanks to her, half of the rare lunch break has passed... Yukinoshita now has some confidence, and it seems that her partner is not It’s not just about making up the numbers.

And thanks to several previous confrontations, she already knows this guy's character better, so she can be sure that Xia Ran is not false at all. It seems that what she just did was not a blind cat touching a dead mouse, nor an operation that cannot be copied. .

She didn't expect the other party to perform any more shocking actions, but as long as she could hear the sound and strike back accurately with her bat, just like she did just now, it would be enough to guard that side.

With such expectation, she held the tennis ball in her hand and threw it high into the sky without hesitation.

The next moment, the ball seemed to be sucked up into the blue sky, heading towards the center of the field, and the distance from Yukinoshita's position suddenly widened.

For a moment, Yuigahama Yui from behind let out a low cry of surprise, and then covered her mouth with force, and several other people also subconsciously raised their heartstrings. The surrounding spectators held their breaths, thinking without exception that the girl had made a mistake in serving.

Even the opposite Miura Yuko was the same, showing a disdainful smile when she saw this.

However--

Snapped!

This sound was so loud that Yukinoshita didn't give anyone time to react. Her footsteps were as brisk as a staccato. It was pure beauty and so fast.

Before the audience had time to imprint this scene into their minds, the tennis ball had already rolled to the ground. Miura Yuko, who had just subconsciously relaxed and been careless, was undoubtedly unable to catch this jumping serve.

So... lost another point.

In the almost abnormal silence, loud cheers suddenly erupted from the surroundings. For a moment, the scene was so lively that it seemed like a sports meeting. The noise of the crowd almost covered the entire sports ground.

"It's such a pity. My classmates, it seems Yukinoshita is also very good at tennis..."

Xia Ran, who sensed this scene, was stunned for a moment, but then he showed a smile that made people angry just by looking at it, as if a fox had pricked up its ears.

"Shut up! It's Miura! It's not San... remember other people's names!"

Before the girl on the opposite side could get over the huge feeling of loss, she heard such an extremely rude name again. A cross-shaped vein suddenly appeared on her forehead, and she almost threw her racket away and hit the opposite side. On that guy's face!

"Well, I told you not to worry about those details..."

Xia Ran said haha ​​and waved his hand.

"... Damn it, wait for me! Soulless!" Miura Yuiko took deep breaths several times, and the stature on her chest kept rising and falling. She was like an enraged female beast, her expression Became particularly ferocious.

Of course, she is not a bad person. It can only be said that she has a strong personality and is unwilling to admit defeat. She is extremely competitive. Overall, she is still a simple fool.

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Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and people always like to stand in groups.

Just like the more than two hundred students surrounding the tennis court now, they are basically Hayama's friends and supporters, and the others are Miura's support clubs.

However, it turns out that Yukinoshita's charm is equally astonishing, especially when Miura and Hayama were repeatedly suppressed by her alone and almost unilaterally beaten. Many people shouted slogans and rebelled. And to cheer up Yukinoshita...

This hardly made Yuko Miura angry, but as the audience's position changed, it also explained the problem.

But as the intense and exciting duel continued, the surrounding spectators finally began to focus on the game. When someone scored, they would sigh or cheer, as if they were watching a professional competition broadcast on TV.

The long-lasting fight kept the atmosphere tense, as if every time a player on the field swung a ball, the spirit of the surrounding spectators would be weakened.

Yukinoshita galloped on the court like a fairy, her steps seemed to be dancing, which was the best performance on this stage. The concept of "attack is the greatest defense" does not apply to her, but defense itself is attack. The ball she serves does fly to the opponent's court, and the ball hit back by the opponent is also hit out.

This superb skill made the audience fascinated, and many people changed their stance precisely because of this.

In comparison, Xia Ran, her teammate, was just a paddler. However, the few times he swung the racket, he hit the ball back accurately. In addition, he was in a special situation, so no one gave him a shot. Just boo.

And it seemed that there was no need for him to take action. Yukinoshita alone could suppress the two people on the opposite side. As long as he continued like this, victory was just a matter of time.

Of course, it just "seems"——

Just like now, her speed is slowly slowing down, and the strength of her racket swing is obviously not as strong as before.

Seeing Hayama hit a serve of average speed, flying at an angle that wasn't very tricky, she actually felt like she couldn't keep up with her steps.

Snapped!

Another swipe of the racket that seemed like a flash of a sword, and the tennis ball was knocked back cleanly. Xia Ran carefully distinguished the voice on the other side, and then moved swaying in a certain direction, and then smoothly It's a swing.

Snapped!

The tennis ball was hit back again.

Then, he slowly asked: "Are you unable to keep up with your physical strength, Yukinoshita-san?"

"Although I hate to admit it, this is indeed the case..."

Yukinoshita, whose face was already a little pale, sighed. She squatted down on the court, put down her racket and hugged her knees. She probably knew that there was nothing she could do now.

"Speaking of which, can I brag a bit? Classmate Xia Ran."

"What? Do you want to say that you have always learned everything since you were a child, but in the end you can't stick to anything?" Xia Ran said casually while hitting all the tennis balls back casually.

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"Eh? It can't really be like this, right?" He was shocked when he found that Yukinoshita didn't make a sound. Could it be that this girl is the real genius?

"Hmph, although I'm not as talented as you, I can learn most sports in just three days, no, not just sports, but also music and the like."

Yukinoshita stood up, but her body was shaking slightly. She couldn't help frowning, and her voice became very dissatisfied, which was dissatisfaction with herself.

"Someone once taught me how to play tennis, but after just three days, he couldn't beat me... The only thing I didn't have confidence in was my physical strength."

If you exercise regularly, your physical strength will gradually improve.

But she never played any sport consistently, which led to a lack of physical strength. Because it is too easy to master the eighteen martial arts, you will not continue to practice, and your physical strength will not improve.

at this time--

"I heard it all!"

Miura's voice came from the opposite side, his tone full of aggression, as if he wanted to vent his resentment.

"Hoo ho ho ho ho! You were so arrogant just now, now you have nothing to do, right?"

Ye Shan, who was standing next to him, noticed something was wrong and quickly spoke to calm the atmosphere: "Come to think of it, everyone has been playing so hard for such a long time, so don't take it too seriously. Everyone is having a good time, so the game is considered a draw, right?"

"Hmph! What are you talking about, Hayato? The only thing you have to win is to win the game!"

Miura shouted loudly, jumped up suddenly, swung the racket with all his strength, and let the tennis ball fly past with a roar!

But in the next moment, the tennis ball flew back like lightning, almost grazing her cheek, causing her pupils to shrink to the point of a needle, and she didn't realize it for a second. Jump away.

"You're right, the purpose of playing games is to win. It just so happens that I don't like losing very much..."

Xia Ran said with a smile——

"It's time for you to understand what Tezuka is...ah, no, it's the interstellar realm."

"What interstellar realm?" Miura snorted angrily.

"The realm of interstellar players." Xia Ran smiled maliciously.