Male god collapses daily

Following the direction indicated by Liu, several people who had just arrived at the side of the court looked over.

Now the score on the court is 4-4. Fuhe and Fujiwara Yuya have just reached a tie, and the next point is very critical, which is related to who gets to the match point first.

Whoever reaches the match point first will have the initiative in the game.

However, judging from the current situation, even the competition for this point is extremely fierce.The two came and went, not giving an inch, and directly dragged the game into a protracted battle.

"Foot injury from the wind..." Seeing this, Fuji opened his eyes, his ice-blue eyes worriedly looked at his friends on the field, "It seems to have affected his actions."

"Well," Yukimura also frowned, "it should be very painful." As the two who have exchanged bodies, he probably knows better than anyone else how good the wind's endurance will be.The week before when he was hospitalized instead of him, even after he got sick, that guy could call him in a calm tone and tell him that nothing happened.And Yukimura himself knows very well what kind of torture it is when the disease occurs.

"That guy is a typical example of how to grit his teeth and endure to the death." King Ni also restrained his expression rarely, "I can imagine how serious this situation is now."

"How did it drag on like this?" The Jackal couldn't bear to look at it. "Didn't Liu say before that Minister Fujiwara is good at offense? Now he is basically defending." Those who are good at offense can play well. It was a quick battle, and now a protracted battle has begun.

"Because Feng's biggest weakness right now is his foot injury, he may not be able to sustain it for a long time." Liu Dansheng explained, "As long as it drags on for a long enough time, Feng will naturally collapse by itself."

Sanada folded his hands on his chest, and even his tone sank, "Minister Fujiwara took advantage of this weakness and used the current tactics."

"Xianichiro is right," Liu nodded, "That's it."

"It's really..." Marui stomped his feet hard, and didn't think about it so much, he raised his head and put his hands around his mouth, "Feng, come on, we'll eat ramen after we win," paused , "The jackal treats you."

"Why me again?" Jackal muttered almost reflexively, and then followed Marui's voice and shouted, "Come on, Feng."

Sanada stepped forward, his voice was louder than anyone else, "Come on, Feng, you must not lose!"

That kind of commanding tone directly frightened the senior from the high school standing next to him and almost staggered. After standing still, he moved a lot to the side intentionally or unintentionally.

That kid in the first grade is too scary, even if he looks fierce, he roars fiercer than anyone else.

It's no wonder that kid on the court is working so hard, that's why (no).

After the high school senior moved away, it didn't count, and he still whispered to the members of the same department, "That person was also in the tennis club when he was in junior high school? The one with the hat?"

The member of the same department next to him is junior high school promoted from Lihai University, "You said Sanada, he was the deputy head of the junior high school tennis department before, and he is very good." He also lowered his voice as he spoke, "Junior high school According to the rules of the tennis club, whoever loses the ball will be beaten. Sanada will do it himself." He made a vigorous swinging motion as he spoke.

The person who started talking was taken aback, his expression changed, "Isn't it?"

"It's true. Although I have graduated later, I heard from the juniors I know that it definitely happened." The man nodded fiercely.

"Then it's no wonder the Junior High Tennis Club has achieved a three-peat national championship." He felt that he couldn't reach that height, and he was afraid of pain.

"Yes..." The person who answered felt sympathetic.

People outside the field were cheering loudly, but Fenghe on the field couldn't hear any sound for the time being.

Now all his energy is occupied by a feeling, the pain from his feet.That is a strong feeling that every time you use force, you will feel a little more painful.It took all the self-control and endurance to force the pain down.

In the end, the pain was so painful that his whole body was almost numb. He knew that he was still on the court and playing ball, but all the moves, all the perception of tennis, were no longer able to have any effect.

The only thing that is still supporting him is his only obsession that is still on the field.

But this kind of obsession can become a prairie fire with a small amount of greatness.

"Wind wins, 5-4, swap venues."

Fenghe's match point came, and after scoring this point, Marui and the others cheered in an instant, "Alright, let's keep fighting till the end."

When changing venues, Feng He finally saw the person standing outside the court, and after meeting his gaze, someone waved him vigorously.

Feng He was stunned. Is their match over?

It seems that this time he became the slowest one.

After such thoughts flashed in his mind, Feng He took the court and stood on his own court.

"Why?" Looking at Fuhe who still pretended that I will continue the game and I will definitely win, Fujiwara Yuya finally couldn't bear to ask, "Why do you still persist until now, your feet really Doesn't it hurt?"

"No." Feng He refuted the other party's question.

The foot injury is really painful. Although there seem to be many fantasy places in this world, but he is just an ordinary person, and of course it will hurt when he is injured.

"Then why don't you give up?" Minister Fujiwara asked loudly, puzzled, "You clearly know that this is just the middle of the qualifying round. Even if you lose, it's not like you don't have a chance to enter the main election."

"Yes, I know." Feng He nodded slightly, he already knew the rules and results of this game.

"Then why?" For the third time, Minister Fujiwara asked why.

Feng He turned his head and looked outside the field, at the group of companions who were worrying about him and cheering him on.It was they who dyed his life, which could have been called nonsense, into the most dazzling and dazzling blue in summer in Kanagawa.

After a while, Feng He turned her head, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, it was a gentle smile that was still revealed in the midst of hardships and pains.

The smile in adversity is the calmness that can only be tempered after experiencing countless storms and waves, "Because I want to win together."

It wasn't because of that strange mission, nor was it because of the nonsense of being punished for losing, it was just because he wanted to work hard with them and win with them.

I want to exchange youth without regrets together in the next summer.

The young man's gaze was pure and firm, warm and clear, just like the wind that blew past in the midsummer of that year, dreaming and living, never forgetting.