moon watch boy

Yukimura felt the pervasive spiritual power on the field, and looked at the darkness in his field of vision, the continuous spiritual power on the field was wrapped in it like spider silk, he relaxed and let the spiritual power on the field envelope him.

And in his line of sight, a dim white light appeared faintly in the dark light. This white light continued to expand, piercing the dark light curtain like a sharp light blade, completely swallowing the darkness, and the purple eyes were dim. The light came on little by little, and the dark scene slowly warmed up until he could clearly see the tennis ball passing by his side.

Sanada looked at Yukimura, with a nervous expression on his face. He had only seen Yukimura use the five senses to others, but he had never seen Yukimura get involved in it.

Akaya looked at Yukimura who was indifferent on the court, and seeing that the tennis ball was about to fall into his court, he couldn't help worrying, "Is it true that the minister will not be able to break free?"

Lianji looked at Yukimura's expression on the field, shook his head and said, "Probably not, Yukimura's mental power is very strong, besides, the move of watching the moon is not his five senses, although it is very similar, it is still different after all, he You must be able to break free, you have to trust him."

Nioh looked at the glint in Yukimura's eyes, paused while curling his hair, got up from Jackal, looked closely at Yukimura, and murmured softly, "He... seems to have succeeded."

"Yukimura succeeded!" Shiraishi looked at the bright color in his eyes, and there was a flash of shock in his eyes. The spiritual power pervading the field made him a little excited. This game was really exciting.

"Did the manager's dark night poles be cracked by Senior Yukimura?" Hashimoto felt that this match refreshed his understanding of the strength of the manager's dark night poles and Yukimura-senpai. The first one, senior Yukimura can even break free from the dark night poles of the manager, how terrifying is the strength of that senior.

Hashimoto was slightly absent-minded. He had seen Senior Yukimura's matches before, but he had rarely seen him like this. The gentle expression on his handsome and beautiful face was restrained, and his earnest and attractive appearance made people tremble. Perhaps the strength of Senior It has exceeded the powerful range of his cognition.

"It's incredible to be able to break free." Irie felt the two completely different mental powers on the field, looked at Yukimura Ya and murmured, the brown eyes were also a little jealous, Yukimura Seiichi's mental power was not inferior to Yukimura's at all. he.

Looking at Yukimura's expression, Guanyue's eyes flickered slightly, and he keenly sensed a powerful spiritual force coming towards him, his mind suddenly exploded, did Yukimura break free at this time?

At this moment, Yukimura looked at the tennis ball passing by, with a flash of surprise on his expression, he moved his footsteps, and rushed to the bottom line quickly, a ghostly figure flitted across the field, and swung the racket in the air.

Guanyue was stunned, and suddenly heard a loud slapping sound. The tennis ball rushed out at such a speed that it was too fast to be caught by the eyes. At the moment the tennis ball hits, the amazing perception instantly perceives a unique and strange impact attached to the tennis ball.

His heart sank, Guanyue felt as if his brain had fallen into a blank, with a bit of astonishment in his eyes, Yukimura didn't give him a chance to return the ball at all.

The dissatisfaction rising in his heart strongly drove him to grit his teeth and prop up the racket. When he jerked the racket suddenly, there was a crisp bang, and the sharp racket drew an afterimage beside his ear.

Yukimura looked at Guanyue's difficult movements, his eyes sank, his thin figure leaped into the air, and the right hand holding the racket suddenly exerted force, and the racket in his hand hit the tennis ball in a tilted posture, with a sharp stab sound Overwhelm the audience.

Guanyue stepped on the basic steps, and quickly rushed to the landing point of the ball. The racket in his hand was swung out like a whirlwind, and the racket blasted out a super powerful blow again with a bang.

But in the next second, Yukimura seemed to want to prove that he was struggling needlessly like a trapped beast. No matter what Guanyue used, Yukimura could use the same tricks to give all of Guanyue's moves in front of him. He split them one by one, and the fierce attack put Guanyue at a complete disadvantage, and the score gradually became bigger and bigger.

Guanyue looked at the ball he missed again, panting heavily, looked at Yukimura with extremely complicated eyes, he had no strength to even move, and Yukimura was still going on.

Compared with Yukimura who didn't change his face, Guanyue knew that he was in a mess now. In this game...he had never met an opponent who defeated him in the past, but there was no opponent like Yukimura who made him feel hopeless and hopeless.

Even Fuji didn't push him to this point, but Yukimura... he really made him feel what it's like to be desperate on the field. This feeling of powerlessness and discomfort that can only be watched keeps stimulating His feeble hope.

Whether he uses shadowless or data tennis or topspin, Yukimura can reproduce them perfectly, even more than he can play them.

Even Wuying and data tennis, which he is best at, can’t guarantee that he can do like Yukimura. The meticulous style of play makes him feel that every movement and every return of his ball is his failure. prove.

Every time Yukimura returns the ball, he seems to be silently mocking him, mocking him for being overweight, mocking him for not seeing his position clearly.

Yukimura's style of play... is like destroying Guanyue's confidence, disintegrating his seemingly strong but fragile inner defense, and proving to him that he is a loser from the beginning to the end...

"There is no grievance between the manager and senior Yukimura, why did the senior..." Hashimoto looked at the manager who fell to the ground again, seeing more and more bruises on his body, Yu Xin couldn't bear to look away and looked at the other side who was still attacking Yukimura.

He couldn't figure out why Yukimura-senpai wanted to suppress the manager like this, could that person who could mercilessly destroy the manager's confidence really be Yukimura-senpai?

Shiraishi looked at Guanyue who was obviously moving a beat slower on the court, and sighed, "This is the first time I have seen Yukimura suppressing an opponent so mercilessly, even if we met him before, we have never seen him attack like this." Simply put, Guanyue is probably very desperate now, and there is no hope for this game."

"cousin……"

Lian Er looked at Guan Yue who was completely suppressed and beaten on the field, his eyes flickered, Yukimura was really too bold, in order to stimulate Guan Yue, he was so merciless in suppressing him, he was not really afraid of hitting Guan Yue's confidence and destroying his confidence. His heart?

He seemed to be able to feel the despair in Guan Yue's heart in this hopeless game.

"With such suppression, Guanyue must be very desperate."

Irie looked at Guanyue who was retreating steadily on the field, and his eyes fell on Yukimura in the opposite field. Looking at his slightly restrained expression, he noticed the movement in his eyes, and couldn't help but whispered, "Xingmura-kun did this because of Helpless, maybe, he is using Guanyue-jun's tennis ball to explain something to Guanyue-jun."

The yellow light and shadow are constantly shrinking, coming towards him, the feeling of danger and fatality makes Guanyue's heart tremble, is Xingmura telling him, is he overthinking himself?

Do not!

He is not willing!

He can't give up!He has a reason to persevere!

He would never allow himself to collapse before sending Yue Yue home!

Therefore, he will never give up until he sees Yue Yue!

As long as the person he wants to see is still there, then he is not fighting alone!

Guanyue stomped on the ground with one foot, and quickly swiped to the bottom of the tennis ball. She raised her hand and swung the racket to hit the tennis ball. The speed and strength of this ball were far from comparable to before. The tennis ball was torn. Cracking the wind, it flew towards Yukimura.

Seeing this, Yukimura smiled softly, holding the racket tightly with his right hand, and swung towards the tennis ball in the air.

boom!

An astonishing phantom flashed away in front of him, and then appeared in front of Guanyue in the blink of an eye. Guanyue stared at it, his dark eyes were fixed on the tennis ball, and the corners of his eyes were dyed red .

The whole person seems to have only tennis balls in his eyes. He stands blankly on the court, and the wind blows up his broken hair to cover his sight. Watching the moon seems to be unable to feel the traces of the wind, as if he has fallen into his own world , apart from him, there is only tennis and Yukimura with a stern expression on the opposite side.

Looking closely at the fleeting shadow, the trajectory of the spinning tennis slowed down suddenly, and a light-colored light flashed across Guan Yue's body. Suddenly, all the data on the court seemed to have stopped. It was so clear that he could feel everyone's breath.

Hashimoto and the others who were watching the game outside the court only saw a vaguely extra self behind Guanyue. They saw him raising his hand and waving the racket. The racket brought up dozens of afterimages. With a bang, they felt dozens of black shadows in front of them. In a flash, the tennis ball disappeared over the court in an instant, and in the next second, the countless afterimages disappeared in an instant, and the fake ball returned to its place in an instant, and a tennis ball that kept approaching was placed.

The black tennis ball flew out of the air, bringing up a dark light curtain, and when the light curtain fell, it was replaced by a thick ink that was too thick to melt.

It feels as if the space was torn open by this ball, the tennis ball wrapped in darkness passed quickly, landed with a bang, black light shot out, the whole court seemed to become dark, Once again, it was like being wiped out of vision.

Yukimura looked at the ball in surprise, staring at the tennis ball bouncing on the ground, trying to see through the essence of the ball, but he found that he couldn't see through it!

He couldn't see through the ball at all, he could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat and breathing in the dark, the tennis ball seemed to disappear suddenly without a sound at all, and his mental power seemed to be blocked to probe Yukimura couldn't see where the tennis ball was, and couldn't see the strangeness of the ball clearly. Yukimura only felt his eyes go dark, and the next moment the tennis ball suddenly passed by his side.

"What a strong momentum...Guanyue has made a breakthrough!?"

"It's not at all inferior to Yukimura's aura just now..."

Baishi looked at Guanyue who was kneeling half-kneeling on the ground with his racket out of strength, and murmured, "The potential hidden deep in the body finally exploded in this instant..."

boom!

The referee looked at the scorching marks on the ground, his eyes trembled, he looked up at the two, and whistled, "The game is over! 6-2, Yukimura Seiichi wins!"

Hearing that the referee said the game was over, Hashimoto and the others breathed a sigh of relief and it was finally over. He Yuta stepped forward to look at Guanyue who was half kneeling on the ground, and was about to help him up, when he saw Guanyue stood up holding the racket, and when he turned around He staggered a bit, his face was pale, and he stared at them blankly.

Seeing Guanyue like this, Yutai flinched, and asked cautiously, "Jing, manager, are you okay?"

Guanyue stared at them for a while, without answering Yuta's question, she gradually lowered her head and looked at the racket in her hand in silence for a while.

Yukimura looked back at Kanyue surrounded by Hashimoto, noticed the bruise on his hand, pursed his lips, put away his racket and walked towards him, asking, "Are you okay?"

Guanyue looked up at the worry in Yukimura's eyes, stared at him for a while, then shook her head, and said in an extremely hoarse voice, "I'm fine."

"Are you really alright?" Hashimoto looked at his face and the backs of his arms and hands with different degrees of bruises, and asked worriedly, probably because Guanyue's skin was relatively fair, the bruises looked a bit serious, his eyes Glancing at Yukimura resentfully, it seems to be saying that Senior, you are really too ruthless.

"It's okay, I want to be alone for a while." Guanyue shook her head and said, then took the racket and left under the surprised eyes of Shiraishi and King Ni.

"Is he really okay?" Niwang looked back at him leaving with the racket, why did he feel that Guanyue's mood was not right, could it be that he was really hit by the minister?

Hashimoto looked at the back of his manager, pursed his lips, looked sideways at Yukimura and said, "Senior Yukimura, I haven't had time to return the medicine box brought by the manager after I used it, and it's still in the dormitory. sorry to bother you."

Yukimura looked at Hashimoto and instantly understood what he meant, nodded, "Thank you, I understand."

After walking over to talk to Sanada and Renji, Yukimura took the racket back to the dormitory. Their game is over, and there is still the last game in the afternoon, but before the last game, he thinks he should go and see Moon watching is better.

After Guanyue walked out of the tennis court, she walked aimlessly, looked at the other courts that hadn't finished the game, looked at them and couldn't help but recall the game just now, that kind of despair...

He turned around and walked towards a place where there were few people. As he walked, his eyes were reddened. He wiped his eyes with his hand, pushing back the moisture from the corners of his eyes. As soon as he put down his hand, the tears that had been endured for a long time fell unconsciously down.

Guanyue stopped, and after seeing that there was no one around, she leaned against the wall as if she had let go of all her strength, sat down along the wall, wrapped her hands around her knees, and buried her head.

It took a long time before he raised his head and wiped his tears to look at the clouds floating in the distance. His scattered eyes gradually gathered together, and finally became tough.

Yukimura chased out from the dormitory with the medicine box and saw Guanyue walking towards a place where there were few people. After catching up, he saw him squatting by the wall with his head buried in his head. He vaguely heard the sound of sobbing.

Guanyue blurted out from his mouth, but he abruptly took it back. He took a few steps back to make sure that Guanyue could not see him, and then he stopped. He squeezed the medicine box in his hand, pursed his lips and said nothing stay with him.

He didn't quite understand why Guanyue refused to give up even though he couldn't hold on, even if he tried his best to suppress him, he still couldn't let go, but he knew that there must be a reason why Guanyue refused to give up so desperately.

He didn't know what made him go on so desperately, and he also knew that if he asked Guanyue, he might not tell him, so the only thing he could do was to help him as much as possible and let him go further.When he couldn't bear it, he would tell him that they were always there, whether it was him, Hashimoto Yuta or Akaya, everyone was always there.

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