[Net King] The king's elegance

Court No. [-] lost two games in a row, and Irie smiled brightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Oh, this is really unexpected." He glanced at the white stone that was bent over to pick up the gold weight, did he reveal his trump card so quickly? ?

Seeing that Yamato Yudai in the waiting seat was not on stage for a long time, Irie lowered his head and asked, "What's the matter, Yamato? It's your turn."

Rubbing his sleeves, Yamato, who lowered his head and fiddled with the racket strings, finally stood up and said, "I'm sorry, Irie, when I was in the third year of junior high, he was still in the first grade of junior high school. Now I'm going to return the things he forgot."

Irikawa nodded when he heard the words, with complete connivance in his eyes, "Please, Yamato."

"Yamato Yuda, I remember he used to wear glasses." Miyahi recalled with his head propped up. He once passed by in the Kanto field in the first year of junior high school, but Marui and Yagyu who were stunned didn't know Yamato at all: "It's normal that you don't have an impression, but he was also a minister who liked to wear a coat."

"Ahem!" Yagyu put his fist to his mouth and coughed twice, his eyes signaled Miyahito to pay attention to the front, Yukimura standing in front gathered the coat on his shoulders, turned his head and smiled softly.

"You've matured a lot, Tezuka."

"Minister Yamato is fine too." Facing the former minister, Tezuka showed respect and courtesy.

The field turned into a meeting between the two ministers of Qinggaku, and Miyahito diverged his thoughts and said: "If Minister Suzuki and the others still play, they should be able to meet here now."

"That's right, I haven't seen any seniors in U17 for so many days." Marui also felt a little bit emotional. After entering high school, the tennis-loving teenagers also went their separate ways in twos and threes, and there were very few people who could continue to work. few.

After exchanging pleasantries, Yamato changed the subject: "Speaking of words, what are you doing here? I've heard. Didn't the German professional team invite you? I thought you had already gone to Germany."

"Germany?" Miyahi thought of Tezuka who was reading German books in the library a few days ago, and suddenly realized that Germany had sent out the invitation at that time.

Somewhat unexpected but reasonable, seeing his friends of the same age striding forward, Shiraishi said with a smile: "What is Tezuka, it turns out that he has been poached by the professional team."

Pick Germany to start with?It fits Tezuka's style of play very well.

Yukimura took out his mobile phone and flipped through the recent text messages, and asked Miyahiri beside him, "Mingxuan, where are you going to start?"

"It's all right. Maybe European clubs are better. It's really not possible to start directly from Japan." With the backing of the Atobe family, Miyahi is not worried about funds. What he lacks is an experienced coaching team.

No matter how much you think about it, it is not as important as Yukimura's decision. Gong Ri has already made up his mind, "Anyway, I want to go to the same club as Jingshi."

Hearing Miyahichi's childish words, Yukimura couldn't help laughing, and rubbed Miyahimi's fluffy hair, "You still have to choose the club that suits you best."

"Game Tezuka, 1-0."

While Miyahi and the others were chatting, Tezuka took the lead to win the next round. Yamato let out a breath, and lightly picked up the ball with the tip of his racket, "Sure enough, it's very different from the game back then."

Nakanochi, who was sitting cross-legged on the grass watching the battle, urged: "Hey, Yamato, how can I let my junior be suppressed, cheer up!"

"Well, I'm going to lose if this continues. It seems that I can only use my trump card." Yamato shrugged helplessly, looking embarrassed.

"Tezuka's racket went empty?!"

Baishi opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief, "And it's still so far away from the ball."

"Everything I see is the illusion of evil karma. Is it a dream or the naked reality? Yes, let's call it an illusion in a dream." The unpredictable Yamato minister finally showed his magic side .

Atobe rested his fingers between his eyes, and his dynamic vision captured Yamato's movements in milliseconds. After three balls, he lowered his arms and hummed softly, "I see."

"Tezuka was confused by non-existent fans."

The people who still didn't understand it didn't understand, and Miyahito, who knew everything, explained kindly: "Yamato changed the course of the ball the moment he hit the ball, and Tezuka's prediction three or four seconds in advance became a burden."

In short, eyes can be deceiving, and Yamato used Tezuka's superior genius to do the opposite.

"But it's not a big problem for Tezuka." It's just that there is a big price to pay, Gong Ri added with a look of indignation.

As soon as the words fell, a strong air current swirled around Tezuka.

"Phantom of Tezuka!"

Atobe couldn't help but say something to stop him: "Tezuka! What should you do if your arm injury is getting worse? Don't force yourself! Tezuka!" With the excellent situation of winning two games in a row on the No. [-] court, there is no need for Tezuka to be so desperate .

Compared with his teammates who were worried about Tezuka's arm, Yukimura, who had been on the sidelines, could better understand the current situation on the court. It seemed to be a match between two courts, but in fact it was a mentoring match between seniors and seniors of Seigaku, or it could be said that Minister Yamato acted as A curtain call that the seniors can finally pay for the juniors.

"This game should have been planned by Yamato for a long time." In order for Tezuka to let go of all the burdens and go to the world, the former minister worked hard.

The responsibility of the minister, the heavy pressure of the minister, and the hope that the minister bears, no one can empathize with him better than Yukimura, so Tezuka will hesitate when receiving an invitation from Germany, so Tezuka will work so hard in this unimportant game .

Yukimura suddenly turned his head and smiled at Li Hai and the others standing beside him: "I'm really lucky."

Instantly understood the content behind Yukimura's gentle smile, Yagyu pushed his glasses and covered his reddish ears, "No, we are lucky." Because of you, we can get together, and because of your leadership, we can get together The next three in a row.

Marui nodded and echoed, "This is called fate."

Yukimura had already let go of most of the worries and worries at the moment he won the three-in-a-row championship. Yukimura thought that there were very few people and things that he could worry about, so even if he was at the level of a junior high school student At the top, he is not going to be the leader of the U17 training camp. He does not have the integrity of self-sacrifice and dedication like Tezuka. He only needs to pay attention to everyone in Lihai and focus on every game of his own.

"Heaven | The limit of seamless clothing!" The people watching the battle couldn't help but exclaimed.

The most striking development occurred in this match, Yukimura tilted his head so that his hair slightly blocked the familiar and dazzling light.

After being surprised for a moment, Yukimura felt a little complicated: "Finally Tezuka has also gone this way, and Yamato's effort is not in vain."

"It feels stronger than the aura when Echizen was used in the national competition." Miyahi, who had known this before, rationally took out Echizen for comparison.

"Any move is based on the foundation, and Tezuka's basic strength is much higher." For example, he didn't see the trajectory of the ball just now. Yukimura frowned slightly, and the originally vague thoughts gradually formed in his mind. The sky | the limit of seamless clothing, if you can't overcome it in all directions, the road to professional networking will be difficult.

"The game is over, Tezuka wins, 6 to 4."

The team competition went well beyond expectations, and Yukimura's thoughts were all shifted to the newly formed ideas, and the creation of unique moves sometimes required a flash of inspiration: "Let's go, Mingxuan, accompany me to a practice match."

"OK."

"Dual sword style?" On the way, Yukimura suddenly asked how to train the dual sword style. The left hand of time, naturally both hands become usable."

"But the right hand is more comfortable to use, and the ball speed is also faster with the right hand." Miyahi stopped, and wrapped his right hand around Yukimura's right hand and clenched it tightly: "The right hand grip is stronger."

Yukimura was thoughtful, "If you strengthen your left hand, can you develop the same speed and strength as your right hand?"

"It's not that easy." Gong Ri spread his hands flat in the sun, and he could see the difference in the muscles of the left and right hands through careful observation. "I have practiced for more than three years and I can only get close to it."

"That's theoretically possible." Yukimura squeezed Miyahi's left and right arms, and chuckled: "It seems that I want to ask Senior Tokugawa to give you some protein|powder, it's so soft that you don't have much muscle."

"Not everyone can achieve the Tokugawa-senpai's skinny and fleshy body." Thinking of Tokugawa's one-finger Zen, Miyahiri shuddered. That level can almost apply for the Guinness Book of Records.

"Come on, play a match with me with your right hand." Yukimura switched the racket to his left hand and directly asked Miyahito to hit the strongest serve with his right hand.

Seeing that Yukimura wanted to train the dual-sword style, Miyahi also used the experience he had gained in the past few years to do his best as a sparring partner.

It's not so easy to be a sparring partner, "Huh, I really want to take a bath~" Gong Ri poured cold water on his head to cool down physically.

Yukimura was about to become more refined, he put a wet towel on his forehead, and let out a comfortable breath, "Ask Yagyu if they are over?"

"Huh? The match between Court No. [-] and Court No. [-] is still going on?" Miyahito sat up when he saw the text message from Yagyu. He thought that after winning three games in a row, there would be no match between Atobe and Irie. Now the doubles one game is coming to an end.

Yagyu sent real-time information through text messages, "Doubles [-] is over, next is Singles [-], do you want to take a look?" Gong Ri raised his head and asked.

Yukimura is also a little surprised, but Irie's match is worth watching. If Taneshima is an opponent he can't win now, then Irie is one of the mysterious people he hasn't seen through yet. Yukimura held up the sitting Miyahi , "Let's go."

In order to catch up with the singles, Yukimura and Miyahi took a shortcut on the side road, but by coincidence they saw the sweaty Budu coming from the other side of the road.

Miyahiri wanted to go up to say hello, but was dragged by Yukimura to hide in the bushes, "Shh." With his back pressed against Yukimura's chest, Miyahiri was wrapped in Yukimura's arms, and Yukimura deliberately slowed down by his ear. Breathing slowly, the shade of the mottled trees sprinkled carefully broken light, except for the sudden burst of heartbeat, Gong Ri's mind was blank.

"Now Fuji should want to be alone more quietly." Yukimura explained to the child in his arms in a breathy voice.

The embarrassed appearance is only suitable for showing to the most trusted person. Tezuka broke free and walked out. It will take some time for Fubu. The pride of genius does not need others to give extra comfort. This is the fetters of two people.

Treating everything without seeing is their best support as friends.

So close, so close!

Not to mention the abnormality of Fuji on the other side, at this time Yukimura's whisper Miyahito didn't listen to a word, and his brain was so down that it was difficult to process any information.

After holding hands, hugging and practicing, knee pillows, and hugs, the previous scenes came to mind, and it was only then that Miyahi realized that he had done so many outrageous actions to Yukimura.

Gong Ri's neck was so stiff that he forgot to turn his head, and he didn't dare to turn his head. The warm body temperature after exercise was transmitted through the fabric in a straight line, and his heartbeat became irregular.

Since when did he couldn't help but blush, and his heart beat faster because of Yukimura's unintentional intimacy.

In just a few seconds, Gong Ri felt as if a century had passed, and certain questions that had been ignored came to his mind and he couldn't let go.

Gong Ri felt that something was going in an unknown direction, and he seemed to have a big problem.