Male god collapses daily

"Is that the wind?" The bubble blown by Marui, who had just finished his game and rushed over to watch Feng He's game, burst immediately.

He had never seen Fenghe like this before. That guy always looked cold on the court, but he was actually very polite.

This is true for practice matches inside the school, and it is also true for tennis games outside the school.

Even if last year's Kanto Tournament and Qingxue played in the last match, they were not rude.

It was the first time for Marui to see someone holding a racket, with a somewhat provocative look.

"I really didn't expect it," the gentleman from Lihai also pushed his glasses, "Mr. Feng also has such a time."

He and Marui were divided into a team. Marui was originally a master of frontcourt volleys, and he liked to attack quickly on the court. The two of them were very familiar with each other's balls, so they finished the game quickly.Then, because she was worried about Fenghe's side, she rushed over quickly.

Marui glanced at the score on the scoreboard, "3-2, Feng leads."

"Well, it seems that Minister Fujiwara's tennis is not weak." Yagyu also saw the score.

"He's the head of the high school tennis club after all," Marui blew bubbles again, "We'll just watch the next match."

The next game slipped into the abyss.

After Feng He's unfinished sentence, the provoked Minister Fujiwara didn't look angry, but laughed out loud, "Hahahaha, isn't it over yet?"

Under the strange eyes of everyone, Minister Fujiwara stopped laughing, his voice was a bit gentle, as if he was not provoked at all, "Then don't end the game so quickly."

After his words came out, the game was dragged into a protracted battle.

Fujiwara Yuya is actually not a completely super-aggressive player. He can also have a tight defense when needed.

The entire stadium is defended airtight, and every ball is caught in a tug-of-war rhythm. Time is passing and physical strength is being exhausted. For Feng He, the most difficult time has come.

"Yagyu, Yagyu," Marui outside the court also quickly saw the clue, "Minister Fujiwara is fighting a protracted war?"

Liu Sheng also restrained his expression, "Could it be that he knew that Feng's foot was injured?" A protracted battle consumes the most energy, and for Feng with an ankle injury, this kind of seesaw situation is very unfavorable.

"Minister Fujiwara found that the probability of Fengjiao being injured is 90.00% four." Liu's familiar voice came from behind the two of them, with a slight panting, which showed that they came here in a hurry.

When Marui and Yagyu turned their heads, they saw that Sanada and Yanagi had finished their match and came to watch the match that everyone cared about the most.

Because they are too familiar, neither Marui nor Yagyu asked about the outcome of the two, but continued what Goyanagi said.

"So Minister Fujiwara has found Kaze's current weakness?" Yagyu's words still sounded like a gentleman, and only those who are familiar with him can hear the hidden worry in it.

"Feng was originally an all-around player. Whether it was offense or defense, he had no obvious weaknesses." Liu stood next to Liu Sheng, "It's not easy to find his weaknesses."

Now that Feng's foot is injured, it is his biggest weakness.

Sanada folded his hands on his chest, and the man known as the emperor looked at the situation on the field, his face was as black as ink, and said, "It's too slack." If it wasn't for the wind, that guy was injured before the game, how could he be killed by others? Grab the weak point.

"Isn't that tragic?" Marui grinned, "Kaze is not the kind of person who would stop the game."

This was the case in the previous U-17 training camp competition for the top ten top ten youths. Feng and Sanada partnered, but they were accidentally injured, but they still continued to play the game to the end.

"There is no other way now." Liu Sheng's eyes fell on the blue-haired boy running on the court, "I can only cheer for Lord Feng."

Then, trust him.

Indeed, as Yagyu said, no matter how worried people outside the court are, it will not help. Everything can only depend on the performance of the people on the court.

On the court, the situation of Fenghe is really not optimistic.

After such high-intensity and long-term exercise, the injury on his ankle can no longer be concealed, and he looks like an ordinary person before, but now he is obviously lagging when jumping and turning.

Gradually, not only people with sharp eyes could see his injury, but other tennis club members outside the court could also see it.

"Look, did that kid in first grade hurt his foot?" A senior in the senior grade asked, pointing to Feng He's foot.

"No way," his companion couldn't be sure, "Didn't he look fine before, and he could still score three points from Minister Fujiwara. If his foot was injured, could it be possible?"

"But looking at his movements, it's obvious that there is something wrong with his foot." The person who spoke first took a closer look, "That's right, he definitely hurt his foot."

"That's because he injured his foot in the competition just now?" His companion also saw a little difference under the guidance, "Now this kid has no hope of winning."

"Yeah, I hurt my foot on the court, so that's all I can do." The senior who started to speak shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity."

"Eh? What's your pity, didn't you try your best to cheer for Minister Fujiwara at the beginning?" His companion asked a little puzzled.

The senior was choked by his companion's words, and then he retorted, "I thought so at first, but seeing that this kid is really playing well, I still feel a little pity."

"It's true to say that. After all, I'm only in the first grade. It's really good to be able to do this."

"Yeah, but the game is about to end."

Then the game didn't end, just when almost all the other members except the group of companions who knew Fenghe all along began to think that the game would end.The blue-haired boy on the court was running and jumping with a tenacity beyond anyone's imagination.It was a very difficult movement, and sometimes it was so difficult that he could not stand still and would fall to the ground, but even so, he did not stagnate in the slightest.

If you fall down, get up and continue. If you miss the ball, you will pay more attention to the next ball.

That unbelievably tenacious appearance is like throwing all the enthusiasm for tennis on this court, just to seize all hopes of winning.

At this time, Yukimura and Fuji, Nioh and Jackal also finished the game, and several people rushed over, Li Haida's master opened his mouth and asked, "How is the game?"

What seemed like an ordinary question caused varying degrees of silence. Liu signaled Yukimura and the others to watch the stadium by themselves, "It's a protracted battle."

It was a scene that even they saw, they would feel unbearable.