behind the glitz of the net king

The next day, Echizen Long Yue went to school as usual, the whole morning was listless like a wilted flower.When get out of class was about to end, she wrote a note to Sakurano, secretly wanting to tell her the real relationship with Ryoma.

The crumpled note was confiscated by the teacher before Sakurano had time to read it.

Teachers usually glance at the content of this kind of note "by the way", but the content of the note is the easiest to arouse the teachers' sympathy. It's like committing a great sin.

She was fidgeting all morning, and Echizen Long Yue didn't bother to explain the contents of the note to her.Ryuzaki Sakurano also intentionally avoided her to wash the dishes during lunch, Echizen Longyue watched Ryuzaki Sakurano's swaying braid for a long time without saying a word.

After the second class in the afternoon, Kazuki Takemoto came out of the teacher's office with her homework in hand, and informed Ryuue Echizen that Nanjiro Echizen wanted her to go home.

The girls with sweet and clear smiles in the long corridor didn't know that they had gently lifted the curtain of fate. The sunlight caressed the faces of these two girls, which was very meaningful.

"Care too much about a boy, be careful not to fall in love with him." It was still the rustling voice of a silkworm.Ayayuko-senpai's short skirt is like a blue and white porcelain, blue and white vines are outlined on the clean white porcelain, just a wet ink stroke, warm and moist into the elegance, simplicity and dignity of the deepest years.

At that time, Echizen Ryuue just answered absent-mindedly after hearing what Ryoyuko said.

Echizen Longyue suddenly remembered that the Japanese dance she learned when she was very young was also so soft and moving.As well as the kimono at the bottom of the box, the cuffs were sprinkled with finely crafted blue irises. It's a pity that she was too young to support the clothes, and the wide sleeves were very obstructive.

Outside the window, there are already dark clouds and ink, the wind blows the leaves, and it is going to rain.

She rolled out Echizen Ryoma's bicycle, raised her head subconsciously, and took a long look.She didn't know why she was uneasy.

When passing the gate, she silently dialed the phone number she knew by heart, but she also became nervous.This is Atobe's phone number that she wrote down from Gan Sadaharu's notebook, but how would she speak.

After a moment of confusion, she calmed down, "Hey, I...I need you."

A long series of beeps remained.Atobe hung up the phone.Echizen Longyue also stepped into the door of Seigaku.

The monastery like an isolated city is waiting for the doomsday in a leaden color.Echizen Nanjiro's roar could be heard from a distance, and Echizen Longyue never saw him lose his temper so much even when he left home on his own initiative since he was a child.The wind blew past and lifted the tulle on the window lattice, Mrs. Takeuchi also remained silent with a cold face.

As soon as Echizen Longyue stepped into the yard, there was a thunderstorm that woke up the heavy rain, and then Nanjiro's voice was half true and half false, "You abandoned your own daughter, and you have the nerve to mention Yushi, you don't deserve it at all." To be Ah Yue's father..."

Echizen Long Yue was slightly taken aback, then immediately turned around and rushed out the door.

The pouring rain hit the consciousness, and Tumi was ruthlessly devastated by this sudden exposure, and the big flowers were knocked down in the puddles, and the long white gradually turned into a dirty color, like crying flowers with heavy makeup plain face.

I don't know whether it was tears or rain that flowed on my face. The nerves that supported me for many years collapsed in an instant, and the dust that could cover the sky was scattered all over the ground. It turned out that I had always hated a kind and innocent person. The belief in tennis was shattered—in the beginning, tennis was played just to surpass Echizen Nanjiro.

The water splashed by the cars speeding by on the road hit the girl's skirt, making it so dirty that the color could not be distinguished.

She only tried to discern the direction from the line of sight with her eyes open, and felt ridiculous for a moment.

Echizen Longyue was walking backwards on the sidewalk in embarrassment, dragging his tired body, taking steps that had already begun to be empty and precarious.The thin figure swayed in the mournful sound of the wind, and the darkness of empowerment sank heavily from the sky.

She didn't know where to go.Tokyo is so big.

The drops of water hanging from the slender eyelashes fell into the eye sockets and gushed out again, Echizen Longyue had difficulty seeing the blurred vision, and only saw the dark gray road ahead and various strange faces under the bright umbrellas.All kinds of people passed by each other, not even looking at each other.

This is Tokyo, not her home.

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☆, dreams.Prophecy.

Toyama Yushi.

In the video, the red liquid flowing from the damaged part of her wrist quickly spread in the bathtub, turning a pool of red.The warm water was dyed more and more red by the blood rushing from the heart.

Time is passing by slowly, and life is slowly passing away with the red color little by little.The water temperature didn't seem to have changed, and it was still warm after a long time, a suitable temperature for suicide.

It seems that she no longer cares about the long hair that was full of iris and red hairpins in the past. The clouds that have been piled up all the year round are extremely long after they are scattered, as if endlessly stretching into thousands of reds.Covering his pale face to hide his expression.

The eyelashes drooping under the scattered forehead are vaguely visible like dormant butterfly wings, and the same warm and salty thing slides over the chin, only a small ripple is caused, and then the liquid surface returns to calm again.

There are too few tears to wash away the thickness of the blood.

"I just hope that my daughter won't be as useless as me. It's a joke."

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"You lost." Miyahara Ban Yi smiled a bit enchantingly, and her sharper chin gave off a sense of sharpness.Her low V-neck windbreaker vaguely shows a lonely collarbone.

Echizen Long Yue slightly cast his gaze in the direction of Miyahara Bangi, and slowly smiled, "But I don't think I lost."

Miyahara Bangi stared at the same face, and Echizen Longyue gradually revealed the answer to the original enigmatic smile.

The power of truth is strong enough to defeat anyone.

Echizen Long Yue raised his face to see the condescending Miyahara Bangi's lips suddenly turned white.Tell me you're lying.

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Takemoto Kazuki.

She came to the world of Wang Wang by a sudden thought. She is not the protagonist of this story, but she got a love with many twists and turns when she was the heroine.The simpler happiness is more difficult to find.

"Ah, Ryoma's younger sister?" She raised her face in astonishment.

Following Kikumaru's finger and pointing at the smiling girl running in the tennis court, she was even more puzzled, remembering that the character does not exist.But this girl's past has been turned over, but it actually exists and lived.

The Prince of Tennis is almost the exclusive memoir of Echizen Ryoma.Or is it that this woman was obliterated in all his memories.

Have you ever thought that there is such a large blank and unknown interweaving of characters in Ryoma's description story?But even the time is forgotten, and the existence is deliberately ignored, who cares whether there was or not.

For others who are not the protagonist in Long Yue's life, she is just a passerby to them.They were just passing through to her.

"Could it be that in the end, this girl..."

Her name does not exist in time, and everyone's pen and ink will never stay for her.

In fact, even if we are passers-by, you have forgotten that we once met.

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