[Tennis] Mountains and Flowing Water

"The game starts, Keith starts."

Echizen carried the shot back to the team.

"Little one, are you not injured?"

"Senior Ying Er, I'm a little hurt right now."

"Eh?"

"You are so heavy."

Echizen suspects that his height is suppressed by his seniors.

"Hehe." Fuji smiled, "Tezuka, it's really rare to see Yukimura-kun appearing." He did not recommend himself under the persuasion of coaches Kawamura and Ryuzaki.The coach didn't let Yueqian go, but Xiaobudian secretly signed the self-recommendation letter.

Originally, this conference was a good opportunity for everyone to observe the masters. When the night attack happened, the elites from all over the world basically gathered indoors for joint training.

"Yukimura-kun won't be careless."

The dark blue hair was bound by a white sweatband, like a galaxy belt in the clear night sky dotted by the stars, and the eyes were deep like a fairyland.

[My little brother, thanks to your "care". ]

In the blink of an eye, Keith's eager judgment lost its validity.The tennis ball was caught by the net and rolled back to his feet.

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"What do you think of that ball just now?" Renzuo stabilized his heartbeat, "Should it be over 120?"

"The ball path, plus the spin, the opponent has never seen this kind of return." Atobe is quite confident in his insight, "It took too long to think about it."

Keith settled down.

"drink!"

"Fault!"

"Tch." He took out another ball from his pocket and prepared it.

Yukimura swayed his upper body slightly, put his left hand on the top of the handle, and turned the racket with his right hand, making half circles and then half circles.

The flat shot was met and returned by Yukimura, a complete swing process.Keith was too late to get to the net, so he had to abandon the plan and slice the ball at the baseline.

"Out!"

[0: 30]

After a slight adjustment, another serve duel began.

"Double Fault!"

[0: 40]

"Double fault at the beginning?" Taocheng shook his head, "This leader's level is not good."

"It's not that simple, Taocheng."

"Eh?"

Fuji's eyes alternated between the two on the field: "Keith knows that he was seen through by Yukimura."

"What does it mean?"

"When Keith threw the ball, Yukimura had already made an accurate prediction. Momoshiro, if you were the one who served the ball, what would you do?"

Taocheng imagined it for a while, and was startled: "Then I definitely don't want him to make a successful prediction, so I will adjust the shot?"

"It's just a coping mentality." Finally, there was back and forth on the court, "Whether you need to adjust or not, you will always be distracted, unconfident, and unnatural at that time, which is fatal to serving that requires full concentration."

"As a result, there will be up to 63% of serve errors." Dry data confirms the situation in the first game.

"Ha..." Keith's forehead was already dripping with sweat after being played for two rounds in a row. He looked at the black-haired young man standing by the side of the court.

"Repair." The handle of the racket was clenched.

"You're pretty good." The tennis fluff in Keith's left hand was damp and seemed to be wilting.

"You are too weak."

"I'm weak?" The veins on his arms popped up, "An innocent child."

Charity to the enemy will not lead to good results!

During the rainy season, London is shrouded in dark clouds, and the liveliness of the tennis court dispels the gloomy atmosphere caused by the weather.

There was a crisp sound when two palms clapped together.

"If this continues, we will be able to successfully enter the finals, Xiu!"

"Ah, well played just now, Keith."

"Xiu!" Keith rushed forward to check Xiu's forearm hit by the tennis ball.

"I'm fine..."

After repeated malicious actions.

"Referee, isn't this behavior on the other side illegal!"

"The game continues."

"referee!"

"This player, if you disturb the order again, I have the right to directly judge you as a loser."

"Keith...Forget it, I'll be more careful."

How can I be careful?

This kind of insidious villain is only right to fight an eye for an eye!

"Wow!"

In the end, the two, who are tennis players from a famous tennis school, were not judged to have maliciously injured others, but he was on the blacklist of the tennis school because of his counter-chasing ball, Xiu and Keith.

No one wants to take him in, so he can only squat on the street tennis court, like a mouse in the sewer, never see the light of day, never receive flowers and olive branches.

The so-called noble family, a group of demons dressed in glamorous human skins, plunged tennis lovers into the abyss.

"Keith... the other venues are decided." Peter hesitated to speak.

"They all lost, right?"

"……what."

The sleeveless tennis shirt set off Keith's upright figure, and he wasn't discouraged.

Although when facing the figure in the yellow suit, his wrists would tremble uncontrollably.

The swiftly rushing tennis ball brought out a powerful airflow, and seeing the boy's smooth movements as if Marshall was drawing a sword to a duel, Keith felt an unavoidable resistance to the incoming ball for a moment.

He doesn't want to stand on the tennis court anymore, like a student who was forced to retreat by Lagrange and Fourier.

"The end of the game, Yukimura, [4-0]."

"Keith..." Contrary to the harsh criticism to Pete just now, Peter's eyes circled around Keith in panic.

The boy standing upright in front of him is like the portrait of a saint with wavy long hair, like the sun making the planets follow involuntarily.

Following is not because of the bright appearance of the sun, but because of its incomparable "weight" and unparalleled radiance.

Does he harbor yearning and longing?

The body-chasing ball was easily resolved due to the calm body movement, and the ensuing plump and high-quality ball made Keith mess up again.

[0: 30]

"Keith!" Xiu couldn't help but say, "Don't think about those anymore."

"Tennis doesn't make mistakes, it's about keeping the opponent out of reach, isn't it?"

"build……"

The cognition that has been buried in the depths has finally broken through the ground.

[When, after battling a demon, turned into another demon? ]

He may have been wrong.

"Since so many people have paid a terrible price to bring about this official match, let's be more serious." Yukimura held two balls from his caddy. [No matter what your past is, it is not an excuse to use tennis in crooked ways. ]

"I don't think Keith intends to resist at all."

"Because the opponent made him difficult to match." Sterling said, "Under the trend, he fell into confusion and self-doubt."

"That's right, Salazar." Bol shook his head lightly, "This kid has good talent, but he's just a bit unlucky."

"Luck?" Andor never believed in luck.

"Haha, what is luck and where does it come from, who can tell clearly?"

[Aw, it's started again. ] The youths who were familiar with Boer secretly rolled their eyes.

"The game is over, Yukimura wins, [6-0]."

Unlike the downcast members of the street tennis club, Keith doesn't have much emotion.He played in a mess at the end, without any rules, but Xiu on the side kept cheering him on.

They were former doubles partners, dreaming of a future on Wimbledon grass.

The water turns into bubbles and flies high, and they subdue the enemy time and time again with brutal attacks.

Is this tennis?Is this real tennis competition?

The colored bubbles are finally popped.

"Wonderful game...Mr. Yukimura." The gentleness of the boy in front of him seemed to be mocking Keith, "Maybe I will continue to play tennis."

"And, I will apologize."

"I don't think it's exciting at all." Yukimura didn't smile, "You should have higher requirements for 'excellent'."

"Ah……"

"It ended so quickly." Kirihara leaned against the window again, "I went back to China without admitting everything."

……

No one responded to Kirihara, including Sanada, who was not used to rude gestures.They all stared at the bouquet of irises in Yukimura's hand.If the eyes could really breathe fire, it is estimated that this bouquet of blue irises would have turned to ashes long ago.

"This bouquet was just delivered by Michelle this morning. It would be a pity to leave it in the room. I also bought some stems and plan to go back and grow them. I hope it will be successful... Youjun, if it blooms next year, I will take pictures for Michelle Look at Cher, will he be surprised?"

"He must be very happy."

"When the time comes, send you a bouquet."

Liu Momo sighed, and said: "Jingshi, the flower language of the blue iris..."

"I know." Yukimura quickly interrupted, blinking, "Michelle said he was always hesitating whether to send yellow or blue, because he wanted to complement my hair color, so he chose blue."

Liu Wusheng was defeated and gave King Ren a look. [You go. ]

"Puri, Yukimura, do you want to go to Tokyo to play with Ice Emperor after we go back? It is said that the Atobe will hold a tennis festival." Source of information: Shinozu.

"Let's talk about it after we go back, Atobe will send out an invitation letter."

Nioh puffed his face, and grabbed the snickering Marui and pulled him.

"Yukimura, I saw a blond foreigner giving a gift to Shenmu at noon. Although the packaging is very delicate, trust my instinct, there are chocolates inside."

Yukimura, who was thinking about how to raise blue irises, immediately turned his head to look at Xu You, who was stunned by Xu You who was suddenly called.

"chocolate?"

"It's Salazar."

"What did he give you chocolate for?"

"A farewell gift? It's not Valentine's Day."

"take it out."

"Oh."

The iris was temporarily stored in Sanada on the single chair.Nioh messed with Marui's red hair in a happy mood, and Marui shot it off with a stare.

The author has something to say:

Leaving aside fantasy tennis, the core and main plot of the English-style theater version are similar to this chapter.Go to the training camp in the next chapter.