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"Who are you? Irrelevant people go away!" The tone of the blond young man who had just spoken was filled with fierce anger.

"What's going on here...Forget it, wait a minute." Without even turning his eyes away, Bu Er leisurely walked out of the tennis court and bought two bottles of sports drinks from the vending machine next to him. Then slowly wandered back to Yukimura and passed the bottle over, holding the remaining bottle in his hand and playing with it, "Okay, tell me what's going on."

"Akaya is a...teammate of a club." The smile on Yukimura's face was almost the same as that of Fuji, "Two out of three games, as you can see, I just won one game."

"Why does my junior always come to you for causing trouble..." Fuji looked at the sky and sighed, "Like Ryoma is also an arrogant brat, but... huh? Well, I guess all the troubles come to Tezuka Haha." Buer laughed as he talked, and the young man standing on the other side of the net interrupted impatiently, "Is it all right! How long will you be so fucking dawdling! "

"Yeah, slow death." Fuji finally raised his eyes and looked over there, "There are two rounds left, you two should play together, and one round will determine the outcome." Then he pointed to Yukimura who just lost The person who got off the court said, "You just happen to be one more, as the referee."

"Hmm, you?" The blond young man looked up and down with his arms around his chest, "I don't know if you're pretending to be stupid, Aaron." He pointed to himself, and then pointed his finger at the ones on the court and the ones on the sidelines. Those two people, "Monroe and Joseph, these three names have a place in the job network, and they are beyond their limits."

"I've never heard of it. I haven't paid much attention to tennis for a long time... But there is still a place to be beaten by the little kelp. This is a clay court." The corner of Fuji's mouth deepened his smile slightly, his chin slightly tilted. Looking at the opposite side, "Come on, I'm hungry."

"Okay, you're looking for death." Aaron laughed angrily, "Come here and pick the beat that suits you. Don't make excuses if you lose."

Facing Aaron's anger, Bu Er seemed to have no reaction, shrugged innocently, walked over to pick a racket that was still smooth, and dug the net cable with his fingers: "Who will serve first?"

"You guys go first in this game." After Aaron finished speaking, he turned around and stood on the court with Monroe, staggering one after the other, a very basic doubles formation.

"That's it..." Fuji held the tennis ball and rubbed it with his fingertips unconsciously. He raised his eyes and saw Yukimura staring at him calmly, with a usual smile. Get acquainted with the feel of the ball after playing.”

"Zhou Zhuyou..." Yukimura opened his mouth, and all the words seemed to be spinning silently around his mouth, and finally they were attributed to simple syllables, "Okay."

Fuji stood at the serving position, bouncing the yellow ball on the ground one after another, the tennis racket held in his right hand was as harmonious as an extension of his arm, Yukimura in the front side held the racket with both hands and lowered his body, the tennis court The night lights are as bright as the day.

This strange yet familiar feeling... The blood in the veins began to boil and clamor the moment he held the racket in his hand...Fuer squinted his eyes, raised his hand to throw the ball, and swung the racket with his waist slightly back. The tennis ball pulled out a diagonal line. The line falls to the opposite field.

"Hmph, is it only this level?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, and quickly ran to the landing point, raised his racket and slashed a short ball.

Standing in front of the net, Yukimura moved two steps lightly, and picked the ball back high.

Monroe jumped up decisively in the rear, and a smash hit his face with surging momentum.

After receiving the ball, Fuji stretched out his racket and turned his body smoothly for half a circle, half kneeling on the ground with his back facing the net, while the tennis ball returned lightly to the way it came from.

The bear strikes back...?Something seemed to flash in Yukimura's violet eyes for a moment.

...A ball out of bounds?No, it's not!Aaron, who judged the truth when the tennis ball began to fall rapidly toward the bottom line, quickly turned around and ran back, and flew forward to save the ball at the last moment.

"15-0"

"A kid's trick." Aaron stood up and patted the ashes on his clothes. He was a little surprised that neither of the two people on the opposite side of his weak return ball was able to catch it, but his disdain remained unchanged.

"That's right." Fuer smiled and looked like he was the one who just dropped the ball, "It's a child's trick that put you in such a mess." As he said that, Fuji leaned over and picked up the ball that rolled down to his feet. Tennis, returned to the serving position, looked up and glanced at the opposite side, "It's about to start." The rotation of the wrist and fingers brought the rotation of the whole ball, and the lower hand slashed, and when Monroe swung the racket to catch it, the ball flashed. Hidden trace.

Is it the disappearing serve this time?The corners of Yukimura's mouth curled up a bit, and he somewhat understood Budu's thoughts in his heart.

"15-15"

Fuji didn't speak, and cut the ball again, and the tennis ball ran to the opposite court with a similar trajectory as last time.

Monroe slapped the air again, and Aaron, who was also staring at the ball, half-closed his eyes, here!Trotted two steps to catch up with the reappearance of the tennis ball, raised his hand and smashed the tennis ball viciously on the opposite center line.

"30-15"

Aaron put the racket on the ground and twirled it with his fingers, raised his chin and said, "It's all fancy and useless play."