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After a few straight games, Fuji and Yukimura played very comfortably.Combined with Kamiyukimura's ability to control the entire field, Aaron and Monroe have almost no ability to fight back on red soil.

"There's still time, let me show you something new." With a bright smile, Aaron tilted his racket lightly, and Aaron, who judged that it was a small tennis ball, quickly surfed the net, and saw the high-speed moving tennis ball rubbing against the middle net. After that, trembling slightly, the trajectory split into two, one side clung to the net and rolled down, while the other side bounced outward.

Aaron, who was stunned for a moment, quickly made a judgment, and stretched out the racket to the easier ball.But Aaron knew he had missed the moment the racket made contact with the tennis ball, but there was no real touch.With no time to change his movements, Aaron watched helplessly as the phantom tennis ball that touched the racket line disappeared into the air, while the real tennis ball fell to the ground with a 'snap' and rolled away from his feet.

Monroe, who witnessed the whole process from the rear, was already shrouded in a sense of powerlessness. Such a terrible opponent did not come to compete in the professional network. He didn't know whether to be grateful or regretful.

"Let's hit another ball while the wind is still there." Fuji smiled meekly, and with force, another small ball flew towards the net.

Gritting his teeth unwillingly, Aaron leaned over to pick the ball that was almost touching the net, but the real touch of the bouncing tennis ball brushing against his hand made his eyes widen.

How can it be!

"7-6 Yukimura&Fuji wins" Joseph who reported the score hastily jumped off the referee's chair. He knew the temperament of his teammates...I'm afraid...

"Hey, I forgot to mention, this trick is a gecko." Fuji smiled and took the tennis racket from Yukimura's hand and handed it to Joseph in front of him and thanked him. It was a rare pleasure to exercise like this.

"The gecko docks its tail to escape, so it will never be caught easily, Zhou Zhu, is that so?" Yukimura also smiled warmly and recklessly, walked to the side, took a sports drink and handed a bottle to Fuji.

"I don't care what the fuck you are!" Aaron came back to his senses and felt an evil fire rushing up in his heart, throwing the beat behind him and rushing up to grab Monroe, bypassing the China Open and going aggressively Fuji and Yukimura rushed forward.

The entire game in this round was just a game controlled by the opponent. How proud he was in the first five rounds, he was smashed so badly in the end. In the end, he was just a clown who made ugly appearances in order to please the opponent.

"Oh?" Buer opened his ice blue eyes and raised his eyebrows in surprise, tilted his head to avoid Aaron's oncoming fist, stretched out his hand to clasp Aaron's wrist, turned his toes and cut into Aaron's arms, A nice over-the-shoulder throw with an arm on Aaron's waist that knocked him all over the floor.

Aaron lay on the ground in disbelief, looking at the dark sky and Fuji's magnified face.

"I said it would be resolved in this way, I didn't have to work so hard before, didn't I." Looking into Aaron's eyes, Fuji squatted down, "Besides, you guys were the ones who started provoking."

"Ah...by the way, what's your name?" Yukimura walked over gracefully with his mobile phone in his hand, "The famous...tennis player was banned for fighting before the French Open. What do you think?"

"I'm really sorry!" Monroe and Joseph, who were alert and sober, quickly dragged Aaron and ran out, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Pfft, whoops." Looking at their backs and laughing out loud, his legs went limp and he fell to the ground, and he simply sat cross-legged on the ground and complained to Yukimura: "I didn't feel it just now, it's really good~hungry~ah~ ~"

"Here, just eat it." Yukimura handed over a box of pasta that had been cold for a long time, and he sat down beside Fuji and smiled softly, "I haven't played tennis for so many years. It’s true that I can’t keep up with them, if it wasn’t for the pause time and the deliberate rest in the first five sets, I’m afraid I won’t be able to last until the end.”

"Hehe, what would they think if they knew that the two of us were already tired and could only be beaten up." Fuer quickly stuffed pasta into his mouth and said vaguely: "I should say it's okay, I ordered Is it pasta for the meal, or cold pizza haha... It is a heinous crime to make people hungry!"

"Actually, is it because of your dinner that you tease them so much?"

"No, didn't I let you take a rest."

The two of them put the lunch box aside and lay head to head together on the clay tennis court. The night light next to it shone whitely on the human eyes, and the stars could not be seen. The night sky is extraordinarily deep.

"Hey, Zhou Zhu..." Yukimura's voice was clear and sweet, and he called out Fuer's name lightly, but there was no more words, as if everything had returned to the original silence, and they could hear each other's breathing clearly.

"You want to ask me...why did you decide to pick up the tennis racket again?" Buer was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand towards the sky, his fingers curled up in his palm, as if he wanted to grasp something in his palm.