Draw a card? Draw a card? !

Although it was a black card that she wasn't sure if she could handle it, Su Tang thought about its production process and its introduction... If he wanted to reject it, he couldn't say it.

"Use it." She made up her mind.

The system vaguely reminded: "Susu is sure? In fact, you can also attach it to things you don't use often."

Then seal up this thing forever and turn the black card into a waste card, which is also a solution.

It sounds pretty good.

But Su Tang was not easily taken away by the system.

She lowered her head and pulled out Yamato's information from the tablet, checked something, then continued to watch the game, and said calmly: "It's good, but Brother Ka, what's the difference between doing this and destroying it? And I haven't forgotten, you are here World missions should require the use of cards."

"In other words, if I don't use the cards drawn from the system space, will it affect your mission?"

The system was silent for a long time, it didn't want to deceive Su Tang, but the answer to this question could not be clearly told to her yet.

Su Tang nodded, and then said in his own words: "So, since I choose to use this card, I really want to use it."

"Whether it is light or darkness, it is destined for me."

The system compromised: "Okay, then I will help you attach it to your spare racket. The spare racket is not usually used. Once the function of the card is triggered, I will remind you."

Su Tang smiled gratefully.

In fact, there is another reason why she didn't say it.

For a long time, the link of drawing cards has frequently corresponded to her current situation. Whether it is drawing out things that are useful for her to improve her ability, or adjusting her life trajectory, it is what she needs.

So can she boldly guess that the appearance of this black card was not an accident?

【Explode your dark power】

Regardless of whether it was the side effect of the card "Temptation", Su Tang had to admit that when she saw this name, she had a faint urge to destroy something.

This impulse came suddenly and naturally, as if it wasn't her sudden rise, but an evil thought that had been buried deep in her mind since a long time ago, and it was about to move when it was gently hooked by the devil's tail.

This made her involuntarily terrified, but also uncontrollably excited.

The confrontation between Tezuka and Yamato on the field was fierce and exciting. Before the game, Tezuka was invited by a German professional team but did not go, which also aroused the attention and discussion of the teenagers.

Off the court, Su Tang lowered his eyes and pretended to search for information, but only she knew that the content on the tablet had been replaced with her own without knowing it. The data on both sides of the screen were different, but there were also similarities .

Mental power 7 ah...

She bit her lip.

The last time she came back alone from the back mountain via the path, Kurobe-sensei and the others had re-analyzed her five-dimensional value. After all, she had played around in the professional net game, and her physical strength and speed had both increased and decreased.

The only constant is spiritual power.

However, the "7" symbolizing the upper limit, she knew that she would never be able to perform under normal circumstances.

What's worse is that she has no memory at all of which past competitions she had in the past that allowed the teachers to rate her with such a high value-Su Tang once asked, but she didn't get an answer.

She frowned and stared at the tablet, and the cold white screen light was reflected on her face at close range, reflecting a pair of eyes full of doubts and a hint of incredulity.

She asked softly, "Brother Ka?"

"Ok?"

"Can you detect... Is there any problem with my memory?"

The system paused for a moment, not understanding what she meant, "What do you mean there is no problem?"

"That's right," she licked her dry lips, a little nervous, "Is there any memory loss in my past?"

The system categorically denied: "Impossible. Theoretically, I am stored in your mind. If there is a gap in your memory, I will definitely be able to detect it."

Su Tang murmured in a low voice: "Is that so..."

Although he got the answer, he seemed to have fallen into another dilemma.

……

"So that's the reason."

"Huh? Atobe, do you understand?"

Su Tang's train of thought was interrupted, and he subconsciously looked at Atobe and Shiraishi. They were discussing the situation that Tezuka always swung his racquet empty in the face of Yamato's seemingly ordinary shots.

Atobe's slender five fingers rest casually on his face, revealing a pair of phoenix eyes. This is his habitual action when launching "Ice World". His sharp insight is enough to detect all the hallucinations and blind spots in the tennis court.

"Tezuka was played around by a non-existent ball." He snorted lowly, and then said seriously.

"A non-existent ball?" Kirihara asked suspiciously, "Didn't Tezuka-senpai easily defeat Yamato-senpai when he was in Kuniichi?"

Su Tang sighed, and asked him back: "Do you think your senior Liu can't beat you?"

Kirihara froze on the spot, as if he understood something.

"Of course, Tezuka's own strength is very strong, there is no doubt about it, it's just..."

She was concerned, paused, and did not finish her sentence.

In the field, Yamato Masahiro said some Zen-like words to Tezuka: "Everything reflected in the eyes is a fantasy of fate. Is it a dream, an illusion, or reality? It is true...the reflection of reality, so that's it. Call it."

"Reality image?"

Su Tang propped his head and repeated it suspiciously, then lowered his brows helplessly, opened his database, and began to change the name of Yamato's special effects.

"The delay in choosing a name was waiting for this day... Unfortunately, I thought he would take some title like 'Dream'."

"Hey? Does Susu know what happened to Senior Yamato's move?" Seeing her unsurprised look, Kirihara asked curiously.

"I know."

Su Tang raised his eyes to observe Yamato's serve moment, and explained: "Tezuka's dynamic vision is excellent, and he can predict the direction and speed of the opponent's hitting in advance through the breathing and movements of the opponent. The trajectory of the ball, running to the corresponding landing point in advance to get the ball in a good position, this is his talent.

But people who also have subtle talents can also use this in turn to lure their opponents into a trap-in fact, it is not difficult, as long as they suddenly change the trajectory of the ball at the moment of hitting the ball. "

"..."

Kirihara twitched the corner of his mouth, and asked a question that most people present were speechless: "Isn't it difficult?"

"It's not difficult." Su Tang said calmly, "King Ren can do it."

"Hey?! Senior Nioh?!!"

Xiao Haidai was shocked and looked at her in horror.

"..." Su Tang looked at him quietly for a few seconds, then turned to ask Yukimura Seichi, who had been very quiet all along, "Don't he know?"

Yukimura's gentle voice also revealed a trace of doubt, "Nio?"

Su Tang: "..."

Oh, she said she slipped her tongue? ? ?

She stretched out her hand in front of her lips and made a gesture of "zippering". She closed her eyes, nose and nose in concern, and said simply: "I didn't say anything."

"Susu, you..."

"Watch the game." Su Tang turned Chi Ye's head and threatened, "Also, if you let me know and you secretly ask King Ren about this, you can wait to become the leader of braised kelp."

She squeezed her knuckles with both hands together, and there was a crisp "click".

Kirihara Chi also immediately retracted his head.

But the other people present were not deaf either. Although they pretended not to hear, they had their own thoughts.

Yukimura Seiichi slightly raised his lips, while Atobe Keigo looked thoughtful.

Su Tang nodded perfunctorily to Xiao Haidai, who was pretending to be obedient, and talked about the game again.

"Senior Yamato's tricks are not complicated, but Tezuka has turned the use of this talent into an instinct when playing tennis, so he can't control himself, and always acts according to the subconscious reaction of his body."

Just like his habitual responsibilities, it is difficult to let go.

"His eyes will deceive him."

Shiraishi whispered: "So that's why Tezuka has been chasing...the ball that doesn't exist."

Yes.

But Senior Yamato probably meant more than just "ball", Su Tang thought.

"Game Yamato 2-1!"

Although Tezuka Kunimitsu was one game behind, he was still breathing steadily, and he was not in a hurry. It was just because he rarely fell into this situation of being bound by his own instincts, and for a while he couldn't think of a good way to counter Yamato's tennis head-on.

Yamato on the opposite side did not feel the joy of leading the game. Instead, he said earnestly: "Tezuka, the tennis you are chasing is a phantom, and the so-called pillar does not exist."

"It's almost time to fight for yourself."

Tezuka understood the good intentions of his seniors, but he had his own stubbornness in some aspects, so he just replied calmly: "Thank you for your suggestion, but this game carries all the No. [-] balls... no, all junior high school students hope, so we must not fail."

"Now, I just want to complete the U-17 training with everyone."

Yamato smiled helplessly: "Well, so you have to be obsessed with the victory of the whole team anyway?"

The cold-faced young man did not speak this time, but the firmness in his expression showed everything.

The sun is getting higher and higher, and the warm sun is also becoming a little dazzling. Neither of the two can convince the other, and the game continues.

Faced with the threat of Yamato's "reality image", Tezuka launched a stunt at the beginning.

Su Tang immediately frowned.

"Phantom of Tezuka!" Kirihara clenched his fists and shouted excitedly.

Yes, since you can't play real tennis, then simply exclude all the tennis that Yamato plays, whether it is "real" or "viewing movies"!

"Out! 15-0!"

"Out! 30-0!"

……

"Game Tezuka 2-2!"

Tezuka continued to launch the "Phantom" stunt on the court. In the interlacing of purple and white light and shadow, his brown eyes were cold and magnificent, and his movements between swings were as decisive as once thousands of times, which showed that he had a strong mind.

But with the uninterrupted flashes of light and shadow, the teenagers in the audience gradually became restless.

"The score has come up..." Baishi said in shock and worry, "but this technique will put a huge burden on his arm!"

Atobe grabbed the railing and anxiously shouted: "Tezuka! Don't be brave! What if you hurt your elbow again!"

The signature pen in Su Tang's hand was almost stagnant on the white paper, with black dots blurring out one by one, and he stared at the game without moving, even if his eyes were sore, his expression gradually became solemn.

The stunt of "Phantom of Tezuka" belongs to the advanced technique of tennis. It is by no means something that Tezuka can easily control at his current age. It not only consumes a lot of energy, but also puts great pressure on his elbows all the time.

And besides worrying about his left arm, Yamato-senpai's right arm is also riddled with holes. What if the game falls into a state of "undead and endless"...

"Game Yamato 3-2!"

……

"Game Tezuka 3-3!"

Su Tang moved.

The girl next to her stood up suddenly, Yukimura was distracted from the competition, turned around in surprise, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Su Tang kept her eyes on the court, and said relaxedly: "It's okay, I just sit up and get tired and have a rest." She said, she walked down a few steps and stood in the front row of the stands.

Yukimura thought for a while and followed.

Baishi and the others suddenly felt one or two people quietly appearing beside them, and looked suspiciously.

Yukimura nodded gently, while Su Tang waved his hands indifferently, folded his arms and said, "It's nothing, it's up to you."

Raising her eyes slightly, she looked directly at Irie on the opposite grass slope across the entire court, nodded tacitly to each other, and looked away again.

——Even if they forcibly interrupted the game in the end, they couldn't let the old arm injuries of these two people recur.

"Is there something you two are hiding from us?"

Su Tang's eyelids twitched, and he turned his head slowly.

Atobe Keigo was looking at her inquiringly, but ignored Yukimura, obviously meaning that he had noticed the silent communication between her and Irie, the gorgeous voice seemed low and magnetic because of suspicion.

She couldn't help rubbing her forehead, it's not a good thing to always have too many people with sharp thoughts around her.

"Ah, what's the matter?"

She blinked and shook her head calmly.

"No."

Seeing the purple-gray-haired boy staring at the two of them persistently, even squinting his phoenix eyes, she sighed again with hidden meaning.

"You'll always know when it's your turn to play."

After all, you are Keigo Atobe.

"Game Yamato 4-3!"

It's the end of the game again.

Tezuka's breathing became more and more urgent, his hair was wet with painful sweat, and he slid down his stern side face. He lowered his eyes and unconsciously stroked his trembling left arm.

Everyone can see his persistence and hard work, as well as his unyielding will.

The intensity of the game made the teenagers watching anxious and uneasy, and the heavy atmosphere lingered on the court for a long time.

Su Tang was holding onto the railing with one hand, the palms of his hands were sweating profusely, and his knuckles were trembling. Even Yukimura's gentle tone could not relieve her tension.

He asked another person, "Has Senior Yamato's right arm been injured?"

Su Tang pursed his lips tightly.

Although I don't know how Yukimura figured it out or guessed it, but this kind of thing... if Yamato-senpai didn't say it himself, how could she speak up.

But fortunately, this senior who always inadvertently inspires others and loves tennis from the bottom of his heart has not yet planned to fight to the end with his favorite junior and fight for a "lose-lose".

He quietly looked at the tea-haired boy who was doing his best at any time, his eyes revealed a touch of sadness and trance, that feeling, like seeing another self, younger, more energetic, and more...Infinite possibilities .

But in an instant, he raised the corners of his lips again, and the emotion finally settled into warmth and relief.

He asked softly, "Tezuka-kun, do you remember when we first met?"

Tezuka looked up at the gentle and calm senior, and replied inexplicably, "I remember."

The older youth sighed reminiscently when he heard the words.

"I have also sacrificed my arm many times for the team's victory. Although I told my teammates 'it's okay' and 'don't worry', only I know how painful the reconstruction is. Many times, I have been in this pain I felt that I couldn't hold on any longer...until I met you that day."

Following Yamato's narration, Tezuka was obviously stunned. He didn't expect such a thing to happen when he met his senior.

"When I met you for the first time in the game, I recalled the joy of playing tennis and picked up my enthusiasm for tennis. I lost and handed over the responsibility of the tennis department to you without any burden, and said to you,' Tezuka-kun, I want you to be the pillar of our seigaku'."

"But I didn't expect that this sentence liberated me, but bound you..."

"Tezuka-kun, I don't want you to become like me—"

Yamato told his story in a calm language, and all the pain in the past was drawn into a smile on his lips, which bent naturally.

He lifted up his right sleeve, revealing a little bit of the long surgical scar, which stretched abruptly across his strong arm, making it look particularly glaring and hideous.

Even if Iri, Gui, Su Tang and others knew about it long ago, they were still touched when they saw it again. They closed their eyes unbearably, and the other unknown teenagers would only be even more shocked.

Yamato smiled lightly and said: "I don't want you to repeat my mistakes. You always sacrifice yourself and fight for the team and the team. It's almost time to let yourself go. Next, please fight for yourself Bar."

Tezuka stared in disbelief at the still ugly wound after healed, his pupils trembled violently, fine tea-colored light and shadow fluctuated in his eyes, bits and pieces of memories buried in the old days flashed through his mind like a movie.

He is not born with a calm personality, no matter how calm and generous he is, he has his own arrogance when he is young.

He still remembers that when he was bullied in the tennis club and couldn't stay any longer, it was the senior Yamato who had retired long ago who kept encouraging him and enlightening him. When he was confused, it was the senior who always woke him up with light words.

So he always remembered his promise to his seniors, so after meeting Echizen Ryoma, he passed on the words "becoming the pillar of Seigaku" to him.

But now Senior Yamato said...

Tezuka froze for a moment.

"Hey Tezuka!"

At this time, an arrogant voice from the side of the field interrupted his daze, and he turned around to see——

Atobe Keigo pursed his lips, and the light in his eyes was brilliant and wanton. He stretched out his hand, "The mainstay or something is not your monopoly, huh? Please trust us a little bit."

Shiraishi, Kirihara and the others beside him were smiling at him confidently, and Yukimura Seiichi, who was the other court personnel, also tilted his head and said with a chuckle: "Now we are teammates, occasionally, give us some chances to play, Tezuka-kun."

"Ah, I have nothing to say."

Seeing that they had finished all the warm scenes, Su Tang could only spread his hands to express his speechlessness, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face, and the sweat on his palms had already been taken away by the autumn wind.

"But you can explain something in advance." She raised her index finger and said.

"Tezuka, German tennis has adopted an elite education since childhood. Unlike Japan, their professional tennis club is linked with U-17.

That is to say, given your age and ability, after the past, you are likely to be a member of the German U-17. Of course, the training camp here will also help you write a letter of introduction.

If you can qualify as a representative of the German team and play in world competitions...you know what I mean? "

Su Tang took out the letter of introduction in a white envelope from his notebook, and scanned the audience with a smile on his face. Seeing that everyone was looking at her in unison, the excitement inside was mobilized, and he slowly spoke.

"Yes, we will meet again at that time. Although not as teammates, but as opponents, thinking about it this way, isn't it very exciting?"

She blinked ambiguously, her provocative tone couldn't be more obvious.

"Although it seems a little early to say this, the facts will prove that as long as we are still playing tennis under the same sky, we will always meet—so work hard, boys, for the key to the final world competition!"

"Ah," the chestnut-haired boy sighed, and looked sideways at the field. When his eyes opened, ice-blue streamers burst out, and pieces turned into loss, blessing, and inexplicable faith.

He bent his lips and said, "It seems that we have to work hard to see you for public money, Tezuka."

"Fuji...everyone..." Tezuka murmured in surprise, and after a while, he suddenly softened his brows and eyes, showing a rare emotion, and raised a relaxed smile.

Yes, what he should do has been done.

"Senior, can you let me enjoy the fun of tennis again?"

A look of relief flashed across Yamato's face, and he said softly, "Of course."

Tezuka, who put aside all restraints, really played a happy tennis game, and even opened the door to the limit of seamlessness, and completely counterattacked Yamato's "reality image". Type whatever you want.

"Game Tezuka 5-4!"

On the side of the stands of Court No. [-].

"It seems that Yamato has developed all the abilities of that guy." Nakagawa Uwaimichi sighed, "Even he can't recover himself."

Irie smiled approvingly, "This is the true strength of Tezuka Kunimitsu."

"Not yet." Shuji Taneshima, who came up from behind, raised his voice, "This guy's true strength has not been fully awakened yet, what do you think, Tokugawa?"

The cool, dark-blue-haired boy didn't say a word, and watched seriously the game that was drawing to a close.

"It's almost..." Su Tang muttered to himself while pointing his notebook.

"What's wrong?" Seiichi Yukimura asked softly.

She turned her head, looked carefully at the indifferent and powerful blue-purple-haired boy, suddenly narrowed her eyes, and said meaningfully: "Maybe he almost missed the experience in the world competition."

Yukimura chuckled, and said unaffectedly: "Susu's evaluation and attention to Mr. Tsukasa are really high."

Su Tang raised his eyebrows, pointed his thumb at Keigo Atobe who was concentrating on watching Tezuka's game, and joked: "The person who can make Sanada and this uncle once regarded as old enemies, how can it be a simple person——Yukimura Don't you also pay attention? Because of Sanada?"

Yukimura glanced at her with a half-smile, and said, "Sarah, who knows, maybe."

Su Tang snorted, and wanted to ask again, but a flash of dizziness flashed through her mind, she subconsciously grabbed the railing to stabilize her body, and after a few lashes fluttered, her eyes fell into darkness.

"Ka, Brother Ka?"

"Don't panic Susu," the system told her calmly, "The black card is being drawn, and it may take me a while. If you have slight dizziness or other symptoms, it is a normal reaction."

Slight... vertigo?

Su Tang faintly felt that something was wrong, but she didn't know what was wrong. She could only adjust her breathing in the dark, and stood still, hoping that no one would find out what was wrong with her.

"Susu, the next match is...Susu?" A gentle and familiar voice rang in my ears,

"Huh?" she replied calmly, "What about the next game, Yukimura?"

Seeing the calm girl in front of him, Yukimura Seiichi asked hesitantly: "I said the next game is about to start, so go back to the stands to watch? You've been standing for a long time."

"Oh, it's okay, I can see clearly, you go back first, I'll wait... Yukimura?"

Feeling that her arm was suddenly tightly grasped, Su Tang couldn't help curling her fingers into fists. The feeling of dizziness and nausea gradually occupied her first perception. She asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Yukimura repeated solemnly, frowning and staring at her closely, "Don't you know that you are shaking yourself?!"

The system immediately alerted, and asked urgently: "What's wrong Susu? I can't find your status in the card space now, are you uncomfortable?"

"Brother Ka, it seems...it's not the black card...it's me..." Su Tang replied weakly, and his inner voice was extremely weak, halfway through speaking, it was covered by Yukimura's harsh questioning.

"Is it hypoglycemia? Stop standing and sit down with me!"

In desperation, Yukimura grabbed her shoulders and wanted to take her to the back, but he didn't know that Su Tang was too late to react.

She stumbled and followed Yukimura for a few steps in the dark, and the feeling of darkness came to her heart instantly.

"Don't shake... Yukimura..."

"I... can't see..."

Yukimura suddenly stopped breathing, his pupils shrunk, and quickly stopped to look at the girl in his arms. Sure enough, she saw that her lips were pale and her face was in pain, but in just half a minute, she was much worse than before.

He asked anxiously, "Where is it uncomfortable..."

"Don't stay here," Su Tang leaned on him, bit the tip of his tongue, and interrupted him struggling with a trace of reason, "the game... let's go..."

"Okay, okay, don't worry," Yukimura comforted softly with a frown, forced himself to be calm, wrapped her in his arms with his clothes, and hugged her horizontally while everyone else was paying attention to Atobe's appearance, "I'll take you away."

——Before Su Tang lost consciousness, he only had time to leave two sentences for the system.