moon watch boy

Looking at Hashimoto's sincere attitude, Kimishima remained silent for a few seconds, slightly raised the tennis ball in his hand, raised his arm to throw the tennis ball, leaned back slightly, and raised the racket with his right hand very quickly, aiming at the rapidly falling ball. The tennis ball snapped down.

boom!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball burst out, pop!After the ball hit the ground, the ball trembled again, drawing deep marks on the ground. Hashimoto couldn't help being moved when he saw Kimishima's movements. Just watching the whirlwind of the tennis ball flying up, he already felt the power contained in the ball. of great power.

"Look at the trajectory of the ball, but you can't see it."

Hashimoto murmured with a solemn expression, Mr. Kimishima couldn’t see the course of the ball either because his dynamic eyesight had declined or the speed of the opponent’s serve had exceeded the range of his eyes. With his current speed, he should be able to What's the point of catching up with the ball, but his invisible path catches up.

"30-0, Kimishima leads!"

Kimishima took the ball and walked near the bottom line, his dark brown eyes had a panoramic view of Hashimoto's flaws, and the moment he raised the shot, the sign in his hand flashed an afterimage.

"It's still not enough."

After serving, he whispered, turned around and walked slowly to another baseline, ready for the next shot, Hashimoto Kiyono's speed was not enough for him, what he wanted was his faster and faster speed , Now it seems that he overestimated him.

"boom!!"

There was a loud noise, and the tennis ball appeared in front of Hashimoto in a blink of an eye. Layers of gunpowder smoke filled his surroundings, and the strong wind that rolled and passed by instantly made his face ache slightly, but he maximized his eyes infinitely, dark brown. The only thing in his eyes was the constantly spinning tennis ball, which grew from small to large. Hashimoto pursed his lips tightly, and the racket in his hand turned slightly.

"call out--"

The bouncing line of the ball gradually became blurred, and the faint traces of light gradually became clear in Hashimoto's eyes. In an instant, the spinning tennis ball was suddenly frozen in his eyes, and the racket twitched rapidly with a jab.

"I see!"

Before he had time to be overjoyed, he found that the ball, which should have been fixed to see the path of the ball, suddenly bounced, and then exploded with a powerful speed and completely disappeared, disappearing from his field of vision.

"Boom!!"

After a loud noise, dust filled the sky, and Hashimoto's twitching racket only heard a whirr, and his racket was still in the air. His eyes were fixed on the trembling string in his hand, which was hard to believe. Obviously saw the ball...

His face was shocked, and he said lightly: "The speed of the serve... can it be improved?"

Guanyue looked at Hashimoto's sweaty and distressed appearance, closed his eyes slightly, and did not know when there were a few crescent moon marks in his palm, and murmured, "The honor of junior high school students now rests with Hashimoto alone. As his seniors, shouldn't we also share some of the burden for him, after all, he is also your promising junior, right, at the beginning of the month."

The wind blowing outside the field took away Guanyue's voice, Yukimura watched Guanyue walking towards Tezuka, looked at his back, his eyes were a little worried, what is Guanyue going to do?

"Watching their game, I suddenly admired that first-year junior high school student. After all, he is only a first-year student, and he probably just joined the tennis club. It's already very impressive to be able to do this against Senior Shangjundao. Not bad..."

I don't know who said it among the high school students, and many of them were silent. As far as they know, this Hashimoto Kiyono has indeed just joined the tennis club not long ago, and he has the courage to compete with Kimishima-senpai in the first grade, even if he can't catch a ball They didn't give up even if they lived. If they were suppressed like this, their mentality would have collapsed. The final result of such a stalemate in a game with no chance of winning would be more uncomfortable than losing the game.

"This ball should be the decisive serve." Lian Er looked at the last ball in Jundao's hand, and couldn't bear to watch the chasing tennis ball in the opposite half of the court fall to the ground and then staggered to stand up and continue to swing. Hashimoto said softly, "But it will also be a heavy serve. Hashimoto is now completely relying on his unconvinced perseverance..."

As a data player, he thinks farther than others, and his observation ability is more unique than others. Kimishima-senpai doesn't need data to speculate on the ball. He can know that Hashimoto probably won't be able to catch it, unless there is an accident, but such an accident It doesn't happen all the time.

The result of the match between Hashimoto and Kimishima is probably more tragic than the result of the match between Taocheng and Oni. It is not because of the problem of strength, but the problem of their respective attitudes. Hashimoto is resisting the shuffling battle. Said he was dissatisfied, dissatisfied with the high school students' generalization that their middle school students were bad, dissatisfied with the high school students' scolding, dissatisfied with his current strength.

Under the gaze of countless gazes, Jundao threw the ball up, his body suddenly turned into a spring, and a dark color flickered in his eyes,

"drink!!"

With a soft shout, his body exploded in an instant, and an afterimage appeared in an instant.

"Boom!!"

With a loud noise, the moment the tennis ball hit the ground, it circled at high speed, setting off wisps of gunpowder smoke.

Seeing this scene, everyone's heart skipped a beat. How can Hashimoto catch this kind of ball that sticks to the ground?

In the next second, the ball that landed on the ground and spun rapidly stopped slightly, bouncing off the ground so short that it couldn't be shorter, and seemed to continue to stick to the ground.

Countless people dimmed the hopelessness of saving this ball. Watching it slide all the way beyond the bottom line, the feeling of powerlessness became stronger, and their expressions couldn't help being disappointed. The bottom line of the racket.

"Thorn-"

There was an ear-piercing rubbing sound, and under countless horrified eyes, the navy blue racket edge suddenly lifted the ball along the ground like a monkey fishing for the moon, and then hit it vigorously, and the clear and crisp sound of thumping fell on the ground. Heart on the field.

"boom!!"

An S-shaped light and shadow instantly landed behind Jundao and exploded, and a small amount of gray fog filled the surroundings instantly.

This blow was not only the first time Hashimoto scored, but also released all the grievances of the previous high school students who looked down on their junior high school students. Although their junior high school students were not as experienced as his high school students, they Not bad either!

Hashimoto looked at the deformed tennis ball behind Kimishima, blinked and smiled slightly, his chapped lips moved, and murmured, "I won one."

In his eyes, Jundao's figure became swaying, and the surrounding figures were also turning around. The racket in his hand slipped out of his palm and fell to the ground, making a soft sound, and his body also fell down, splashing There was ashes all over the place.

As soon as Guanyue borrowed a racket from Taocheng and turned around, she saw Hashimoto lying on the field. She immediately threw the racket back to Taocheng without hesitation. She leaped over the fence with a high jump and saw Kikumaru's agile movements. He Taocheng was taken aback for a moment, and Echizen was also stunned.

Guanyue ran onto the field to help Hashimoto with almost one step, Yukimura and Akaya Yuta followed closely behind, the referee watched them junior high school students quickly surround him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he pronounced the verdict directly After the game was over, they caught a glimpse of Higurashi gesturing towards him on the second floor, and asked them to take someone to the infirmary first.

Guanyue checked, and he was slightly relieved. Fortunately, his physical strength was at the limit and the last blow exhausted his last strength. He fell asleep, except for the scratches on his face. Apart from the bruises on his hands, there were no serious bruises. Seeing his pale face and chapped lips, he was still a little worried, and said to Fuji who was supporting Hashimoto, "I'll come, Yukimura, please help me."

"Okay." Yukimura nodded in response, carefully supported Hashimoto on his back, and walked to the infirmary with the teaching assistant who led the way, accompanied by Shiraishi Chiya and others.

Buer looked at them, moved his lips slightly and swallowed the words again, Yutai trotted a few steps and looked at the eldest brother who was still in a daze, stopped and ran back to look at him suspiciously, and said, "Brother, why did you stop?" ? Senior Shiraishi has gone, let's go and have a look too."

Exhaling slightly, Bu Er suppressed the complexity in his heart, nodded with a smile, "Let's go, let's go and have a look."

The high school students watched the game end like this. Although the result was similar to what they thought, the performance of the first-year middle school student did exceed their expectations, and even reminded them of their former selves.

Hearing the school doctor's diagnosis, the junior high school students who came to visit were relieved. Guanyue looked at the sleepy Hashimoto and adjusted the quilt again, and looked at the group of people crowded in the infirmary, frowning slightly, why did he come here? many people.

The people watching Qingxue and Bingdi looked around, Atobe caught a glimpse of Guanyue's expression, snapped his fingers and turned to look at them and said. "You go back first, there are only a few of us here."

Shinobu looked at Atobe and glanced at Guanyue with a meaningful smile on his face, and followed Atobe to greet other people to go out. After a while, most of the people in the crowded infirmary disappeared.

Guanyue watched the others leave, looked at Shiraishi and Sanada Atobe and said, "Atobe, you should go back and rest first, I'm here."

Today's shuffling battle has had too much impact on them, and they all need to think about their next plan. Since there is a first time, there will be a second and third time, but they can't Every time like today.

Yukimura glanced at Sanada who was hesitant to speak and shook his head at him, and said to Shiraishi, "Shiraishi, Fuji and Genichiro, you should go back first, I will stay with Guanyue."

Shiraishi looked at the two of them persuading them to go back, and understood what they meant. They are all here, at least someone from every tennis club should go back and discuss the problems they will face in the next training. Today's game is against them. The test of life, the negotiation is not good, but similar things will happen.

"Then let's go first. After Hashimoto wakes up, Yukimura, please inform me and Fuji."

"Okay." Yukimura nodded and agreed, Hashimoto has not woken up yet, they are somewhat worried as roommates.

Looking at Guanyue who was looking at Hashimoto, Fuji opened and closed his lips a few times, and finally said, "We will pay attention to what happens with the coach."

Guan Yue looked at Bu Er, nodded slightly, and said, "Then I'll leave it to you."

"Ah."

There were only the three of them left in the infirmary. Yukimura looked at Guanyue pouring water and using cotton swabs to moisten Hashimoto's chapped lips. His movements were very gentle, and he was stunned for two seconds and asked, "Did you go to Tezuka just now?" Are you going to borrow Taocheng's racket?"

Hearing that the movement of Guanyue's hands paused, the expression in his eyes flashed quickly, and he continued to dip his hand in water to gently smear his lips, and he hummed for a long time.

"Do you know that there will be consequences if you do this?" Xingmura looked at his understatement, a little angry, this is not a tryout or school, so he can't bear it?

Guanyue put away the cotton swab and looked up at Yukimura, her dark eyes stared directly at her dark purple eyes, and said, "They are waiting for us to take the initiative, you know this better than me, and Hashimoto is from our tennis club, It is my direct junior, and also the junior who is valued at the beginning of the month. The honor of junior high school students is not a matter of him and Taocheng, but a matter of all our junior high school students. Today, so many people did not choose in the shuffle, but they chose them alone. What does this mean, Yukimura, you know better than me."

"What if your guess is wrong?" Yukimura looked at his stubborn look and argued, he wasn't the only one worried about Momoshiro and Hashimoto, their seniors were also worried.

"No." Guanyue shook her head and said, looking at Hashimoto again, and said softly, "Honor and opportunities are always won by myself, not relying on others, not all relying on teammates."

"Watching the moon..."

Hearing his words, Yukimura didn't know what to say for a while, his words were both the pain of the past and the prediction of their current situation.

Honor has never been guarded by one person, but is forged by the joint efforts of all.

Opportunities will not stop in front of them forever. If you seize it, you will seize it. If you haven't tried it, who knows the result, but if you can't grasp it, it will really disappear.