Male god collapses daily

Minister Fujiwara's counterattack completely aroused the enthusiasm of the seniors, and a tsunami of cheers sounded from the sidelines.

"You win, you win, minister, let these boys know how powerful they are." A member of the department loudly cheered on Minister Fujiwara, waving his arms, as if victory was just around the corner.

"Minister Fujiwara, take the victory and avenge us!" There was also a senior senior who lost the qualifying match even more.

"Come on! Minister, come on!" The sound of cheers and cheers can be heard endlessly.

"Minister, Minister!" Gradually, the cheers of just one or two people gathered into a trend.

The entire Lihai Tennis Club was surrounded by shouts almost instantly.

However, neither of the two people on the court was shaken in the slightest by the cheering voices.

When exchanging venues, Minister Fujiwara and Fenghe passed by, "Mr. Feng, is your foot hurt?" His voice was not sharp, but a little gentle.

Feng He's footsteps paused. He had actually tried his best to endure it. It's not that he had to hide anything, but he didn't want the injured relationship to affect his performance.

Hearing this, he didn't say much, but said lightly, "It's okay." After saying that, he walked back to his field again.

Minister Fujiwara didn't ask any more questions. He raised the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself, "Really?"

In such a short period of time, there is not enough to say, but only one or two sentences.

Since neither of them showed anything, when the two stood on the court again, the game continued.

After showing his strength, Minister Fujiwara also began to enter the state, and his offensive posture became more and more obvious. With that kind of quick attack that made people breathless, even people outside the court seemed to feel the huge pressure on their faces.

Being in the court, Fenghe felt it even more. He had to concentrate all his attention so that he would not be swallowed up like a beach flooded by the tide in this unusually violent attack.

The intense running puts even more pressure on the ankles. When he jumps high and falls to the ground, even if he is as confident as Fenghe in his own endurance, the pain is overwhelming.

In the place of injury, under the situation of heavy pressure, it uses pain to clearly declare its own existence.

That is the self-protection mechanism of human beings, and pain is the signal that must stop.

However, Fenghe didn't have the slightest thought of stopping. After enduring the most painful period, the blue-haired boy on the court ran as frequently as before. If he wasn't someone with extremely keen observation skills, he probably wouldn't be able to notice it. His anomaly.

Fenghe's opponents are not people with poor observation skills. With strong tennis skills, in addition to technical advantages, his insight on the court is naturally better than ordinary people.

So during the game, Minister Fujiwara temporarily put down the racket, "Your foot is indeed injured, right?" Although the little guy has tried his best to cover it up, but the ankle is not strong enough, which sometimes cannot be covered up.

The cold sweat dripped down from the forehead, dripping down the hair on the forehead, Fenghe brushed the broken hair, "It's all right." The panting voice was still as cold as ever, and it didn't increase because of the pain. trembling.

Minister Fujiwara raised his eyebrows, "You have good endurance." However, if you can't even do this, the tennis club of Lihai Daikoku Middle School will not be able to achieve the national three consecutive championships.

"For the sake of you doing this," Minister Fujiwara raised his chin slightly, showing his arrogance and confidence at a glance, "I'll let you hurry up and rest."

Wait until he... wins.

Although Fujiwara Yu also intended to do so, and he also did so. Every ball of his, he carried out that fierce offensive method to the end.

He knew that although some people's spirits are stronger and more persistent than others, but the strength of the spirit depends on the support of the body.

This kid's game skills are very good, but unfortunately his foot is injured.Regardless of the reason why the opponent was injured, he can only say one thing when he is on the court: What a pity.

But things didn't develop completely according to Fujiwara Yuya's idea.

The blue-haired boy on the opposite side of his court, under such circumstances, not only did not accelerate to fall, but launched a counterattack instead.

It's still the kind of tennis that doesn't look glamorous, he's just serious, hitting every ball.

Don't shrink back because of the opponent's strength, and don't be timid because of your own injuries.

For Fenghe, as long as he stands on the court, the belief in winning that does not allow failure is stronger than anyone else.

"The wind wins, 3-1."

After Fenghe scored another point, the game started again became more and more difficult.

Minister Fujiwara is a strong enemy to Feng He, and he needs to be cautious.Now the opponent is even stronger because of his own injury.

His counter-offensive just now seemed to be full of effort.

And as time progressed, it became extremely difficult to concentrate all the energy as before, now that the foot injury is getting more and more painful.

The situation on the pitch began to gradually change over time.

Slowly, it is developing in a direction that is beneficial to Fujiwara Yuya.

"Fujiwara wins, 2-3, exchange venues."

"What a scary little guy." Fujiwara Yuya's words added a bit of admiration, even he would appreciate this kind of tenacious junior, "But, it's time to reach the limit."

Fenghe's current foot injury is almost numb from the pain. Only he knows that if he does high-intensity exercise like this, no matter how strong his will is, the injured ankle will affect his performance, which will have an inevitable impact on the entire schedule. estimated impact.

But in such unbearable pain, after hearing Minister Fujiwara's question, he suddenly remembered the words that the unruly young prince wearing a baseball cap said to everyone.

Every time he listened to it before, he felt like laughing, but it turned out that when someone really spoke, he wanted someone to reply him with such words.

Unable to bear it, the corners of Feng He's mouth twitched slightly, and then he restrained his expression. He raised his head and pointed at the racket, "It's not over yet."

The young man on the court, because of the intense exercise and the pain he endured, is no longer clean and refreshing as usual. His back is already wet with sweat, and he even looks a bit embarrassed.

But at this moment, he straightened his back, his eyes were bright and firm, and he was almost arrogant.

Here, he is the king on the pitch!