[Net King] The Crown of Tennis

After getting off the tram, Yukimura grabbed Kirihara by the back collar, smiled at the candidates who came over and said, "You go back to training first, Chi and I also have something to do."

"minister?"

"Then the next discussion meeting..."

"punctual."

"..." A group of six people looked at the figure going away, each with their own thoughts.

Kirihara obediently and Yukimura came to a private room of an indoor tennis court.

"Minister, the practice match can be played on the school's indoor court..." Kirihara, who took out his racket and got ready, saw Yukimura put on a white sweatband, and then take off the weight on his hands and feet, and the alarm bell went off in his heart.

"Mr. Yukimura..." He had never seen Yukimura's performance when he took off the weight, let alone the opponent he was facing.Even if he always wants to beat.

"Warm up the field first, Chi Ye."

Yukimura moved his hands and feet a little, and after a few minutes of racket warming up, he put three tennis balls into his left and right pockets, held one tennis ball tightly in his hand, and pointed at Kirihara with his straight arms: "Let's start, Chiya."

"Eh? How many games?" Yukimura's gentleness towards him no longer existed, and Kirihara couldn't help but swallow with his disdainful attitude on the court.

"There is no limit." The smile on the corner of Yukimura's mouth was distorted in Kirihara's eyes, and the words spoken in a friendly voice made him even more breathless, "Hit until I am satisfied."

The roaring tennis ball hits the boundary and rolls to the side.

"FifteenLove." Yukimura took out a tennis ball in his pocket, squeezed it, and threw it with a swing.

"Eh." Kirihara, who was able to respond a little bit, still couldn't receive it.

"ThirtyLove." The third ball directly passed through Kirihara's waist, making his heart beat a few times.

"FortyLove." Taking out the last ball, Yukimura bumped the frame a few times and warned, "Akaya, you won't be so polite next time."

"Huh—" Kirihara calmed down his emotions, took a small step to return the serve, and Yukimura did not break his promise, the tennis ball bounced to his shoulder with an extremely tricky trajectory, and the wind that was blown by it made his ears feel cool, Immediately afterwards, there was a chirping sound aroused by panic.

Kirihara took a few steps back unconsciously. [minister......]

"Gameset, Yukimura, onegametolove." The syllables spit out slowly made Kirihara's breath match the beat.Yukimura glanced at the basketball basket full of tennis balls, then turned his head and squinted at Kirihara who was stunned, "There is still a lot of time. Then, take your time."

In the school's indoor tennis court, Nioh doesn't pay much attention to practicing against Marui.

"Hey, you're distracted again." Marui was annoyed, he won this game, but the opponent was paddling, and even his performance was not good.

The two rested and relaxed each other.

"What do you think?"

"Yukimura and Akaya."

"What's there to worry about?" Marui wasn't exaggerating, he felt that among the seven they were choosing, Yukimura favored Kirihara the most.Sanada is very concerned about Kirihara, and strict requirements and reprimands are also indispensable; Liu is the one who takes care of Kirihara the most, especially after Yukimura was hospitalized, he pays attention to details, similar to the way a grandmother treats her grandson; The elder brother sometimes bullies the younger brother, and sometimes favors the younger brother.

Just like Liu, who plays rationally, is actually very emotional, and Yukimura is indeed gentle, but this is just an appearance. In fact, he is extremely rational and extremely arrogant. Few people can be truly included in his "circle" by him.

But for Kirihara, Yukimura is caring and loving, and has expectations, just like a real relative.Yukimura, who has a delicate mind, always cares about a person, and they don't even have this kind of treatment, isn't it just pampering the heavens.

"Fortunately, the village is here, so what can happen to Chi?"

Nioh looked up at Marui, but said nothing. [Don't go too far, Yukimura. ]

Perhaps Yukimura was already extremely anxious.He needs to consider not only this national competition, but also next year's season.But Kirihara's style of play is still in a state of confusion, and he is not ready to take responsibility, even though he has this awareness.

But even Nioh was missing one thing.

"Ha--huh--" Kirihara, who was kneeling on the ground, was soaked in sweat, his right hand trembled slightly, he squeezed the racket tightly, and loosened it weakly.The bright light shone on the flat and hard ground, and the bright color made him a little dizzy, and the ringing in his ears became louder and louder.

In the past two sets, Kirihara was extremely uncomfortable with the power Yukimura bestowed on each ball, and the fast and slow rhythm dominated by Yukimura turned him into a marionette in Yukimura's hands.When the bottom line was sawing, he was so impatient that he wanted to cry; when he was surfing the net or hitting the attack, the frequent powerball made him want to cry in fear.

[I don't want to...I don't want to...] He opened his mouth and kept panting, trying to catch up with the returned ball but was blocked by the net. Kirihara shrugged his mouth and raised his right arm to try to beat the racket.

"What do you want to do?" The voice without a subject made him tremble, wiped his face with his clothes, and went to the bottom line to serve.

[It's so annoying...] Kirihara felt that he never wanted to escape from tennis so much, but his hand still tightly held the racket that had followed him for several years.

"Hiss—" This time, Yukimura's high pressure directly knocked his racket into the air. Kirihara lay on the ground with his left hand covering his trembling right wrist. [Finally able to get rid of it? ]

"Pick it up." An order made Kirihara startled, his face twisted and he reached out to pick up the racket.

"Minister..." The tone was quite aggrieved, with obvious crying, begging for mercy.

[Red also. ] No matter how unbearable, Yukimura can only continue: "I said, hit until I am satisfied."

"I..." Kirihara, who was pushed back and forth on the bottom line, couldn't hold back his tears anymore, he didn't know what he was doing, and his swinging movements were completely unreasonable. [I don't want to fight... I really don't want to fight...]

"Fourgamestolove." Seeing Kirihara's increasingly abnormal movements, Yukimura's restrained anxiety almost broke away from the shackles of reason, "KiriharaAkaya."

The topspin straight ball rushing to the left of Kirihara was shot out of bounds.

"What did you say, Li Hai's sophomore ace, what you said was No.1 in the world," Yukimura's high-speed serve knocked Kirihara's racket away, "it's all fake."

"No..." Kirihara, who was sitting on the ground leaning back due to the force of the tennis ball, crawled awkwardly to pick up the racket.

"You said that you can reassure me, but it is also false."

"I don't..." Yukimura's kick made Kirihara flinch for a moment, and the tennis ball passed by his right leg.He finally couldn't take it anymore, his face was wet, whether it was tears or sweat, "Minister...I don't want to hit you...I don't want to..."

The hand that patted the ball was still moving up and down rhythmically, this sentence made Yukimura's anger suppressed for several days break through the cordon, even if it was not Kirihara's fault: "Poof—hehehe."

"Ah, you don't want to play tennis anymore, do you?"

The flat shot shot through Kirihara's right hand like a sharp arrow.

"Yes, your tennis player's face." The huge force in your hand squeezed the tennis ball, and then it was hit to the left side of Kirihara's face with all your strength. "It has been trampled to the point where there is nothing left!"

No more scoring points, Yukimura immediately started the next serve: "Why don't you abstain! You are the designated singles one, why don't you abstain!"

"I..." [I don't want to...]

"A tennis player is defined as a tennis player's playing field," Yukimura said more and more, getting angry with himself, and then rarely and irrationally vented his anger on the "victim" Kirihara, "Half the fight, let someone else replace you!"

"What kind of tennis player are you!"

"You abstained! There's no shame in admitting defeat due to injury!"

"I don't want to!" With the incomprehensible sadness and the annoyance of disappointing Yukimura, the resentment hidden in Kirihara's heart also burst out completely, "Do I want that guy to play singles! I don't want him to replace me! "

"I..." The sobbing Kirihara went from retorting loudly to whispering aggrievedly, "I don't want others to scold Lihai..."

The bouncing tennis ball was held in the hand, and the court was quiet, only echoing Kirihara's heartfelt words: "Our game against the United States... If I admit defeat... Japan will lose...Because The abstention from Lihai's main election lost..."

"We lost in the Kanto final... There were so many people laughing... If... how many people would scold us Lihai..."

"It is trash to say that King Lihai...Zhengxuan abstained from the competition between the two countries..."

"Akaya..."

"That's why I want to continue the competition... Desperate to win... Otherwise, I can only let that guy go on the field to win..." In the entrance corridor, he looked at the guy with a pat on his face indifferently. The kid who came over said—hey, you want to win.

The complaints from the elementary school students made it impossible for this coaching competition, which was meant to be a breakthrough, to continue.Yukimura was very angry, angry at Sanada's inaction, angry at the injustice of the Net Association, and even more angry at himself.If he goes to the youth election, Kirihara will not be bullied and he will be fine; if he is present during the game, Kirihara will not be trampled underfoot by Echizen Ryoma and the Tennis Association. A future professional tennis player belongs to himself Was replaced in the middle of a singles match?Presumably in the future, it will become an indelible topic of conversation, right?

In the end, it was still his fault.He didn't think well as a minister.

Yukimura silently walked up to Kirihara, touched the back of his neck and brought him to his side, leaned closer to his side and whispered: "Akaya, you don't need to worry about these so-called remarks now."

"Lihai doesn't need to exchange your face for its own dignity, nor can it exchange for its dignity."

"Listen up, Akaya."

"King Lihai, who can prove the name of Lihai King—"

"There is only victory."

The author has something to say:

So the difference lies in the different positions.

Regarding the "coquettish operation" of replacing people, here are some examples:

A is a pianist. There was an independent piano performance, but he suffered an accident halfway through the performance, but the organizer did not stop the performance, but let the famous B perform instead. After the performance, the audience applauded and said, "B's performance is great." up".Q: How does A feel.

A is a writer who starts to write a novel. When the first part is not good enough, he needs to stop writing. After B finishes writing the rest, readers say that the book written by B is very good-looking.Q: How does A feel.

The same is true for the tennis match. The friendly match between the two countries is at least a public event. The businessman in the United States just uses his players, but the Japanese official agreed to change players midway. It is suffocating. , Well, I may feel that a person's face is not as important as a country's face (although it may not necessarily win if you change it).

Anyway, Yukimura was furious.

Sanada has his reasons and considerations, and Yukimura has his own ideas and persistence.Yukimura in the article is very devout to tennis competition, not to mention that the victim is Kirihara... that's it.