[Comprehensive Manga] In Shimosakamoto

he is dancing

Bah, do it all over again!

He actually caught Sanjo-kun's ball with a graceful dancing posture!

The fluency of flowing clouds and flowing water is amazing to my Sakamoto-kun!

Everyone couldn't help but want to give someone a thumbs up. Playing tennis is not as good as dancing. The rhythm is simply not too high.

"Impossible." The slightly tired Sanjo-kun widened his eyes and murmured in disbelief. It was obvious that his confidence had been taken away by the despair of reality. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, cheered up, and concentrated In response to the tricky serve from Sakamoto.

interesting! ! !Atobe looked at Sakamoto's unreasonable counterattack, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, seemingly unorganized, but in fact, it should be said to be a little familiar.Familiar with the opponent's routines and slowly sum up his own style of play, the strong absorption ability like a sponge can't help but make people smack.

Why do people always accept Sakamoto's unreasonableness so quickly

One sentence can explain that someone will always find 1 reasonable explanations for Sakamoto's miraculous actions!All attributes that rely on brain supplementation are a common problem in all comics.Unfortunately, this time the gorgeous Atobe also walked into this routine very ordinaryly ㄟ(▔,▔)ㄏ.

Here, the person being explained changed his posture slightly, with a spread face, waiting for Sanjo's serve.

How can it be repaired, how could he lose?How can you lose to someone who has never touched tennis!Sanjo-kun, who missed Sakamoto's serve again, shook his racket impatiently, don't worry, don't worry, he felt that the anger in his heart was slowly accumulating, and he wanted to dissolve himself.However, Victory, the determination to defeat Sakamoto made him unconsciously look at his right hand, as if thinking of the trump card that could finally defeat Sakamoto.

"Ma Zaga?" Atobe, who is familiar with the playing style of each member, slightly widened his eyes, and paused for a moment with his finger touching the mole.

He wants to...

The suddenly fierce and powerful style of play ignited the atmosphere on the field.

The onlookers watched the grand occasion of the game intently, lest they miss the slightest bit.

"He won't be able to hold on!" Echizen Ryoma frowned slightly, obviously familiar with the side effects of playing hardball all the time.

"God, does he want to abolish his right hand?" Gradually, other people also noticed it.The voice of disapproval spread in the crowd, he must be crazy.

"Atobe, you don't intend to..." Seeing that the situation was not good, Shinobu hurried over, wanting him to come forward and stop this meaningless game.

"What's the hurry, um." Atobe raised his eyes lazily and said.

Listening to what he said, he slowly calmed down. As a friend, he knew him very well. Could it be that he saw something?Thinking of this, he couldn't help turning his gaze back to the field...

"San Tiao, Ba Ga!!!"

As if confirming the words of Atobu, a young girl ran out from the crowd at this time, tightly clasped someone's left hand, she lowered her head slightly, although the whole expression could not be seen clearly, but the distressed flashed in her eyes just now But was captured by many people.

Finally someone stepped forward to stop it!

Thank goodness!

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.It is admirable to win at the expense of the body, but on this occasion, it seems very unworthy.

"Chiyoko, you go down." Sanjo endured the soreness from his right hand, with a straight face, and lost his temper with his Ome for the first time.

Chiyoko shook her head and raised her head to stare at him. For some reason, the mist in her eyes could no longer be concealed, "Ba qua ba qua ba qua ba qua... Sanjo is an idiot."

Acting like a coquettish, or complaining like a coquettish, poked the hearts of many single dogs around.

Stop it, they have a bad feeling!

Say bad, bad premonition came like this.

Seeing Qingmei's sad expression, Santiao's inner dissatisfaction became stronger.

You just don't want to see me beat that Sakamoto

how much do you like him

You do not know me……

I... how much I like you.

Although he was full of inner drama at the moment, he didn't say a word that he wanted to tell her.

"It feels like being forced to watch an idol drama."

"Yes, it's still an old-fashioned plot of two men competing for one woman."

"Childhood sweetheart vs. school boy god"

"Guess who will lose"

The silent drama over there is still being staged, and the audience on the sidelines is thinking about their own brains, weaving a youth story that is not the same thing at all.

"Let's go, follow me back." Chiyoko walked back holding Sanjo's hand.

Unexpectedly, Santiao stood there firmly, motionless, "Go down, this is a war between us men and men."

"Go back with me." The impatient Chiyoko seemed to have given up on the so-called aristocratic elegance, and the sudden outburst of swearing stunned everyone including Bamboo Horse.

Oh my god, I didn't expect that the always gentle Chiyoko would be so aggressive!

Unexpectedly, it should be said that in front of people close to one, a person's nature cannot be concealed no matter what.

In front of her was Qingmei's flushed face, and as far as she could see, on the opposite side was Qingmei's crush, who had swallowed a bucket of vinegar. He picked up the tennis racket, pointed at the opposite side, and said, "You like him so much. Do you know you are mine?"

As soon as the domineering lines were uttered, they captured the hearts of countless girls and at the same time carried a strong sense of shame.

Short oil, boy, girl manga routines are very slippery 233

Although the strategy above was a big step forward, Chiyoko didn't agree with him. She pouted, turned her head, and looked like she didn't want to talk to someone, "There's something wrong with your brain, what's mine and yours?" , Labor and management confessed to you before, why didn't you say that I belong to you?" Look, if the other party plays cards unreasonably, then you, the domineering one, can only choose to reload the file.

"When did I never say you were mine"

"When did you say that!"

"I……"

As if caught in an endless loop, the two people who were supposed to be deeply affectionate glared at each other, desperately trying to find out what was wrong with each other.

After looking at the two people who were at war, Sakamoto seemed to think of something, put the tennis racket aside, and walked towards the gunpowder mouth.

"You dropped this one, and this one should belong to you." He held up his glasses with his index finger to cover the flashing light in his eyes, and handed the two envelopes that seemed to be confessions in his pocket to the two of them.

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"Why is it in your place?" Seeing the thing in Sakamoto's hand, the person who knew what was inside was blushing and wet his face, yes, I don't know if it was anger or embarrassment.

"I found it when I was sorting out the class workbook." As for why I only gave it now, I can't disclose it.

"Damn it." The two accepted their letter with a slight awkwardness, and couldn't express a trace of thanks from their mouths.

I always feel like I was stuffed with a lot of dog food!

Oh my god, why did labor and capital spend so much time going to see your loving performance!

The very sad single dog clutched his chest, unable to say a word for a long time.

"This is not my letter!"

"This is not my letter!"

The two people who were distinguished by the envelope immediately discovered the difference in handwriting, "It's Chiyoko/Sanjo's"

"The writing is really bad, hey, can you stop writing typos!" Chiyoko snorted, but her face was flushed, she pinched her waist with her hands, and said the mistakes in someone's letter, although she said so, but her face The glory of self-satisfaction is available to everyone.

"You are the one." Although he said this, it was obvious that the gloom between the three eyebrows had dissipated a lot, and there was a rare smile on the handsome facial features. "You actually copied all Shakespeare's poems out of order, do you have such a confession?"

"Hey, this is the first time this lady has confessed. She is sincere enough. After I am proficient in my business, let's see how my sister can stir up the world."

"It's enough for you to have me alone, and you want to climb the wall, why, you haven't seen enough of the four-eyed boy on the opposite side."

The show of love between the lines always blinds the eyes of single dogs, Emma, ​​it's time to go home.As if feeling the call of home, Atobe, the largest and most powerful single aristocrat [actually a single dog] in the stands, got up from his seat, and after saying "not gorgeous", he disappeared into the show with a large group of people. In front of the two lovers.

Seeing that the two continued to bicker, Sakamoto curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and walked slowly, preparing to go back to continue working part-time. He remembered that he had made an appointment to have dinner with Mr. Bird today.

Bypassing a small path, he walked at his own pace, the night was getting dark, the streets were bustling with people, and teenagers in school uniforms of various colors could be seen everywhere, most of them carrying tennis bags, which also confirmed the nature of this world. The main theme is tennis.

It always felt amazing. He looked at the boys and girls passing by him with probing eyes. If he knew it, he would borrow Maeda's jump for reference.

I see the lightning and flint scene of the tennis court every day, and I really admire the imagination of the comic author.Next, it should be living in a world under the crystallization of someone's wisdom.In other words, what is the opportunity to come to this world now?If you want to leave, what is the opportunity?Will I be in an unstable drifting state all the time? It's really a distressing question.

"Hey, the one in front, wait a minute..."

Suddenly, a rush of footsteps came from behind, interrupting his thinking.He tousled his hair, put his schoolbag on his back neatly, turned his head, and gave the other party a puzzled look, "What's the matter with Shimosakamoto!"

The 28888th time to find a fault, I still face it positively.

And at this moment

on the tennis court...

The two men who came back to their senses looked at the empty stands, and said in surprise, "Hey, where are you?"

I didn't expect Sakamoto to be very good at being a matchmaker. Atobe sat in the car, reviewing what someone said and did just now.

It's really interesting.Atobe looked out of the window, and the afterglow of the street lamps that kept flying back passed through the window and hit the material placed on the seat, showing the outline of a boy in bright or dark.