[Net King] The Spring of a Supporting Actor

"Actually, I was forced to form a doubles with Yuan Ye. If I knew Yuan Ye was such a person, I would never have formed a doubles with him!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I have a crush on Yuan Ye? He's a genius, and I, a mortal, can't get in touch with him! The coach values ​​him so much, I dare not offend him!"

"Yuan Ye, let me tell you! The person I hate the most in the entire tennis team is you! Do you know that I play doubles with you every day, and I feel very disgusting! You really make people feel disgusting!"

"Would we have lost if it weren't for that game just now? It's all because of your self-righteousness, it's all because of your self-righteousness!"

"Why didn't you discuss it with me first? Why did you do this to me?"

"Aren't you a genius? Isn't your tennis talent better than mine? Then you will play tennis alone in the future! You are so good, then you can play singles alone!"

"I never want to play doubles with you again!"

"Yes, I'm just jealous of you. Why do I work so hard, but the coach never looks at me? It's all because of you, all because of you!"

"If it wasn't for you, I would still be able to continue playing tennis! Without you, I would be even better than I am now!"

"Yuan Ye, do you know how much I like playing tennis! But I have no future!"

"Yuan Ye, I hate you! I hate you!"

"Get out, I don't need you to sympathize with me! Get out, get out of here! I don't want to see you again!"

"Yuan Ye, I really hope——I've never met you before!"

Fujiwara was sweating profusely, his face was pale, he opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the room he was in, his eyes filled with tears unconsciously, thinking about the words he heard in the dream just now.

"Why?" Fujiwara asked with a sad look, choked up.

It's just that no one answered him, and the room was silent, except for Fujiwara's heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat.

Ever since he met Fujisuke in the tennis shop, Fujiwara often had that person from his previous life in his mind.

The dream I had just now was also about that person.

Fujiwara washed his face with cold water, tried to wake himself up, and stopped thinking about the past.Looking at himself in the mirror, Fujiwara looked stern, but his eyes were lonely, and murmured: "You are Fujiwara now, not Yuan Ye!"

"You don't need to rely on anyone, and don't trust people anymore. Only tennis will not betray you!"

Saying this, Fujiwara looked at himself in the mirror, and a smile slowly appeared on his exquisite face. His eyebrows were curved and his smile was bright, but it was just a masked smile, but his heart was filled with indifference and loneliness.

Seeing Fujiwara muttering to himself in the mirror, Fujiwara intermediary frowned, and asked puzzledly: "What are you talking about? Why are you still staring at the mirror in a daze? Isn't today the day to participate in the regional preliminaries? Why are you not happy?" In the past, if you were late, you would be disqualified!"

Fujiwara turned his head to look at Fujiwara's intermediary, and couldn't help asking: "Could it be that you still care about Fudo Peak's game?"

Fujiwara intermediary's complexion changed, he snorted coldly, and said coldly: "I just hope you don't cry when you are disqualified from the competition!"

Seeing that Fujiwara's intermediary was very angry, but there was a trace of entanglement in his eyes, Fujiwara didn't say anything, packed up his tennis bag, and prepared to go out with his back on his back.

"Uh, you—play well!" Fujiwara's intermediary looked hesitant, turned his back to Fujiwara who was changing shoes, and said this casually.

It sounds perfunctory.

Fujiwara responded with a smile, "I know, I will work hard!"

Although Fujiwara said so, he didn't know what his order of play would be, and he didn't know whether he was singles, doubles, or a substitute?

After getting on the bus to Shiji Forest Sports Park, Fujiwara found a seat by the window. The cool morning breeze blew across Fujiwara's face, and his refreshing short hair trembled slightly in the wind.

Looking at the rapidly receding buildings outside the car window, Fujiwara felt calm.

Fujiwara was enjoying the morning breeze, but he heard the words behind him, "This day is finally here, Tezuka!"

Fujiwara turned his head to look at Shuichiro Oishi, the deputy head of the Tennis Club of Seigaku who was sitting behind him, and Kunimitsu Tezuka, the unsmiling head of the Tennis Club of Seigaku, was sitting on the other side.

The corner of Fujiwara's mouth twitched slightly, this Tokyo is really small enough, just taking a bus allowed him to meet the other two tennis princes.

There was nothing to say along the way, and Fujiwara would not rush to get to know Oishi and Tezuka, but just took a little look at Tezuka Kunimitsu, the pillar of Seigaku, the perfect emperor of Seigaku!With a beautiful forehead, a strong nose, sharp and clear eyes with a hint of determination, he exudes a natural leadership temperament.

If there is a chance, Fujiwara hopes to play against Tezuka and see Tezuka's skills.

Early in the morning, Tezuka noticed that the boy sitting in front of him was secretly looking at him. He also took a few glances at the boy, saw the tennis bag beside the boy, and understood that he was also going to Zhiji Forest Sports Park to participate in the divisional preliminaries. of.

But this age seems a bit young, it seems like Echizen is only a first-year freshman, could it be that he just went to watch the game as a spectator?

Soon we arrived at Zhiji Forest Sports Park.

Fujiwara looked at the time, he was really going to be late, and their Fudo Peak is not a seed school, so unlike Aigaku, they can be an hour late.

Fujiwara got out of the car and immediately rushed to the court with a tennis bag on his back.

Oishi looked at Fujiwara who was leaving in a hurry, and said with a smile: "Tezuka, it seems that he should be rushing to participate in the competition!"

Tezuka nodded and said, "Let's go too!"

Zhiji Forest Sports Park is very lively today. The preliminaries of the middle school tennis divisions are held here. No. 2 and No. [-] will also represent the region to participate in the upcoming metropolitan competition.

"Fujiwara, you're almost late! Hurry up and sign up!" Ju Xing saw Fujiwara rushing over and said immediately.

Kamio snorted coldly, and said, "If you don't come again, we'll remove your name!"

"Kamio!" Ishida coughed, hoping that Kamio would stop arguing with Fujiwara again today.

"I'm sorry!" Fujiwara did not explain, and directly apologized to the others.

In his previous life, Fujiwara did a lot of things like bowing and apologizing. Fujiwara knew the reason why he bowed his head when he should bow his head.

Ju Juping didn't say much, and took Fujiwara and others to the registration place to register, and took out the list of players for the game, and told Fujiwara.

"I don't play doubles!" Fujiwara didn't expect that he really wanted to play doubles, his face changed, and he immediately objected.

"Don't play doubles? Could it be that you still want to play doubles? You must know that you are still a first-year freshman, so don't think too far!" Kamio mocked immediately.

Morichen pulled Kamio's arm, signaling Kamio not to provoke Fujiwara anymore, although Fujiwara often did not have the same experience as Kamio, but looking at Fujiwara's expression now, it seems that he is really unwilling to play doubles.

Otherwise, with Fujiwara's normal temperament, he shouldn't have refused so directly!

Uchimura said, "How can the decision made by President Juping be easily changed? Fujiwara-kun, don't be awkward."

"Brother, Fujiwara doesn't know how to play doubles at all!" Ju Xing was also very surprised when she saw that Ju Juhei had arranged for Fujiwara to play doubles, and she couldn't help saying.

Jujuping looked at Fujiwara and said, "Fujiwara, I know you can play doubles, and you and Ishida match well, as long as you—"

"No! No! If you want me to play doubles, I'd rather be a substitute!" Fujiwara avoided Tachibana's gaze, with a trace of panic in his eyes. He felt that Tachibana had seen through him, and said with his head down.

Kamio said coldly: "Then you can be a substitute!"

"Okay! I'll be the substitute!" Fujiwara said immediately.

Even if he is asked to be a substitute, he is not willing to play doubles!

Jujuping saw that Fujiwara was so opposed to playing doubles, so he didn't say anything else.He arranged for Fujiwara to play doubles. First, he hoped that Fujiwara could get familiar with other teammates in the doubles. Second, he also hoped that Fujiwara could use the doubles to adapt to the game as soon as possible and prepare for the subsequent singles.

After the last games, Fujiwara sat on the bench as a substitute, watching other players play.

Ju Xing stood aside, looked at Fujiwara, frowned slightly, and asked with a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice, "Fujiwara, did you lie to me before? You know how to play doubles at all?"

Fujiwara lowered his head and did not answer.

Seeing that Fujiwara didn't say anything, Ju Xing was very angry, and kept asking: "Fujiwara, why would you rather be a substitute than play doubles? Why?"

Why?Fujiwara smiled bitterly, why did he play doubles?

Doubles is two people playing tennis together. They must trust each other, rely on each other, and be able to completely give their backs to their partners.

But that man—

Ju Xing didn't have an answer, and Ju Juping was also very puzzled. He knew that Fujiwara knew doubles, and seemed to be very proficient in some rules and techniques of doubles.

But why would Fujiwara prefer to sit on the sidelines as a substitute rather than play doubles?

In any case, even without Fujiwara, according to the original plot, Fudo Peak also successfully defeated the second seed Kakiki Middle School and entered the final.

"Do you know? Last year's runner-up, Kakigi Middle School, was defeated by Fudo Peak!"

"How is this possible? Persimmon Wood Middle School is a seed school, how could it be defeated by a non-seed school?"

"I don't know about that. But the final is last year's champion Seigaku and Fudo Peak."

Fudo Peak is like their team uniforms, appearing in front of everyone like a dark horse with astonishing momentum, proclaiming the existence of Fudo Peak in a high-profile manner!

Fujiwara looked at Fuji Shusuke who was wearing the uniform of the Seigaku Tennis Club in the distance, looked at the similar face, his eyes turned cold, his hands could not help but clenched, trembling slightly.

If the plot remains the same, then Qingxue's doubles No. [-] has Fujisuke.

"Captain, I want to participate in the finals! I am willing to play doubles!"