Draw a card? Draw a card? !

Rolling dark clouds overwhelmed the sky, and the sky fell into a dark gray. Looking around, the green field and the white net were all dim, and the red and white uniforms of the players became the only color in this world.

It was already the end of the game for Irie, as long as he hit one more ball to make Atobe unable to fight back, he would win.

"Are you still not admitting defeat?" The curly short-haired boy swung his pat lightly and asked with a smile. Every word he said was precisely on the opponent's heart, "I said before the game that now I want to reach the top and win it. Early."

Like this, Keigo Atobe has heard too much in this game. Even if he told himself over and over again not to be affected, he still fell into self-doubt uncontrollably, and his inner suffering and unwillingness were repeatedly pulled.

All his tricks have no effect on Irie, and his most proud observation ability is thrown to the ground, and instead used by the opponent to restrict himself, even the thoughts in his heart are nowhere in front of Irie's understanding Concealment... Is there really no other way?

He was not reconciled.

It's not... the first time he was forced to be helpless, whether it was when he was a child in England, facing his peers with better tennis skills than him, or facing Tezuka in the national competition... Didn't he persevere?

Hurry up and figure out a way!

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"It's really embarrassing."

Su Tang looked at Atobe's extremely ugly face from the height of the stands, and sighed softly.

"Oh?" Yamato looked sideways at her when he heard the words, and pointed to her cheek with great interest, "Although you say that, Susu, you seem to be very worried about him."

"Me?" Su Tang tilted his head in doubt, "Is there?"

"Yes, obviously." Yamato nodded persistently, "You stopped laughing from the beginning."

Su Tang froze for a moment, curled the corner of his mouth helplessly, and said with a smile.

"Probably because of jealousy."

"envy?"

"Yeah." She returned her gaze to Atobe, and found that his expression finally changed slowly.

"Some people will collapse under tremendous pressure, and some people will become calmer and calmer in adversity. Atobe is the latter. You can't guess what he is thinking, but you can always find surprisingly that he is always there Break through yourself and...believe in yourself."

It's really enviable.

As Su Tang spoke, he glanced at Ninzuzu and Feng who were on the field. They were also engrossed in watching the game, or in other words, paying attention to Atobe, and joked.

"Although he is a chaebol young master, Atobe's personality charm is by no means a simple accumulation of capital, but a real ability and a heart."

Yamato joked: "So are you jealous of his financial resources? Or his ability?"

Su Tang raised his eyebrows, and said disdainfully and lazily: "Hmph, I'm jealous that he is so embarrassed, but he still draws the attention of the audience so damn well."

Atobe on the court has been cornered by Irie, and if he takes a step back, he loses, and it is the loss of the entire No. [-] court. In the rustling autumn wind, hot sweat trickles down his cheeks, soaking his clothes.

The young man whose hair is so delicate every day has long lost his magnificence and freshness, but he has a different kind of light that attracts everyone's attention. Maybe it's because of his perseverance to resist even if he has nothing to do, or maybe it's because of the renewed brilliance on his face. confident smile.

"No matter what the people around me say, I can only go this way."

Atobe laughed at himself, curled the corners of his mouth again, the anxiety and tension slowly disappeared, and his heart returned to peace.

"This is also my way!" He stood firmly on the serving line and raised his racket to serve, "Ha!"

"It seems that you have made up your mind." Irie smiled gently, ran to the drop point, and hit back easily, "However, let's quickly throw away your meaningless self-esteem and admit defeat quickly?"

"This has nothing to do with self-esteem! My uncle wants to take this team..."

There was a strong belief in his chest, and Atobe retorted firmly, turned around and sprinted to the tennis ball, and struck back, "Ha!"

Irie turned a deaf ear to his "struggle", smiled relaxedly, launched the "Ice World" stunt, took in all the half court where Atobe was located, and prepared to solve the game with one move.

"So, where is your blind spot... hmm?"

——He was stunned to find that there was no blind spot on the opposite side?

"I'm going to fight my way to victory."

Atobe stared at Irie with sharp eyes, as if telling him, and whispered as if telling himself, a strong aura enveloped the whole body and spread around.

He clenched the racket tightly, frowned a little, and concentrated all the senses of the body on the eyes, shooting straight away like X-rays, seeing through the opponent's body.

Bones, nerves, blood vessels...

"found it."

He squinted his eyes and said lightly, hooked his lips, raised his arms decisively and swung the racket, the green ball flew away like an arrow!

"Now your body has nowhere to hide!"

"boom--"

"Game Atobe 6-6!"

"..." The tennis ball rolled away leisurely not far from his feet. As if he had just realized it, Irie raised his head dumbly and looked at the junior whom he thought was at the end of his rope in surprise.

Obviously the speed of the ball is not fast, but just now... he couldn't move?what happened?

"Atobe Kingdom."

The purple-gray-haired boy clapped with one hand, caressing the corners of his eyes, his expression was condensed, even his sweaty face did not detract from his handsomeness.

The whole place was silent.

Tanejima took a deep breath and said solemnly: "It's really a terrifying growth rate."

Huh... Su Tang's tense body relaxed imperceptibly, and he turned the pen casually, and said with a smile: "Ah, it's better to give the stunt a name on the spot, so you don't have to worry about it for so long."

Yamato recovered from the amazement, smiled wryly and shook his head, "Do you want to beat me around like this, Susu?"

"I don't have it." She closed her eyes and shrugged, her innocent expression was deeply imprinted by Irie Jiang.

"Huh?" Tanejima blinked suddenly, touched his eyelashes, and the fine water droplets stuck to his fingers. He looked up at the sky, and there were white "velvet flowers" fluttering and falling.

"Snowing."

"It's... snowing?" Su Tang stretched out a hand, the unique touch of snowflakes was soft and cool, softening the drowsiness of the sky.

She raised her eyebrows and called, "Brother Ka?"

"I see, I see." The system pouted speechlessly, "It doesn't work even if it's snowing, you'll still catch a cold when the snow melts, so hurry back!"

"The side effects of the withdrawal of the black card have not yet been clarified. Who would have thought that it would cause your old mental illness? Blindness, convulsions, breathing difficulties... What if there are other side effects that we haven't discovered? Susu, be obedient, Go back to the dormitory and rest."

"I can't figure it out for a while, after watching the game." Su Tang smiled nonchalantly with his eyes slightly cold, "There is still half an hour at most."

"Can you pay attention to your body?!" The system stammered angrily.

"It's already like this, why rush for a while." Su Tang said indifferently, "Let's talk about my mental illness... atypical anxiety and depression? I don't know when it will attack, and I can't never appear because of it In public places, as long as I don’t hurt anyone or break the law, I’ll get sick if I get sick.”

The system was silent for a while.

At this time, the situation on the field changed again.

After Atobe's skills evolved, he used his eyes that can see everything to the extreme, and then gradually regained the initiative.

"No matter how hard you hide the blind spots, your joints and bones are telling me where they are. As long as you aim at the absolute dead spots where your joints and bones can't move, you won't be able to respond."

"Yes, this is my uncle's world, Atobe Kingdom."

Atobe was in a good mood to bring the game back to a tie, even proudly explaining his stunt to himself as he retrieved his racket in mid-air.

But he didn't want his feet to slip when he landed, and there was a somersault on the spot, and he fell face down on the ground with a "crack!"

Su Tang: "..."

She covered her face and sighed, and quickly climbed over the railing and ran to the sidelines to inquire.

"Are you alright, Atobe?"

Atobe got up on the ground and raised his head a little dazedly.

"Snowing?"

"Did you just find out?" Su Tang smiled helplessly.

——Of course, whether she was dazed or not was made up by her own imagination when she looked at him. In fact, Akibu was... expressionless.

If it weren't for her good eyesight, she wouldn't have noticed his painful frown.

Su Tang looked down from his bruised side face, landed on his left ankle, and asked again: "Do you need to rest for a while? It's snowy and slippery. I'll let them clean it up before the competition?"

As she spoke, she looked towards Irie and asked his opinion with her eyes.

"I can do it." Irie said gently, the smile in his eyes was kind and gentle, but he bluntly expressed Su Tang's concerns, "Atobu-kun's left foot looks painful?"

"It's okay, don't bother senior to worry." Atobe replied coldly, and his tone softened slightly when he turned to Su Tang, "Ah, it will still snow after cleaning, don't waste time, continue."

"Yes, if you insist." Su Tang nodded without objection.

She stretched out her hand again, and the fluffy snowflakes fell continuously on her palm, and then were instantly melted by the high heat.

"The speed of snowfall is faster than before," Su Tang analyzed calmly, "I'll give you another 10 minutes. After 10 minutes, if the snow doesn't stop, no matter what the result is, I will stop the game. Do you have any opinions? "

Irie and Atobe looked at each other without speaking.

"Okay, if you don't have an opinion, let's make it like this." Su Tang didn't intend to waste time, and retreated to the stands of the No. [-] court, nodding to the referee.

The game continues.

"Atobe Kingdom," Irie said with a smile unaffected by Atobe's condensed eyes, his eyes couldn't help being soft, "I see, Atobe-kun's insight has been cultivated to perfection."

He really is... an astonishing junior.

"But unfortunately, we only have 10 minutes." He tilted his head and suggested in a gentle voice, "Actually, you can choose to take a rest. Maybe the snow will be heavy after a while, and our game can be postponed."

"Hmph," Atobe raised the corners of his mouth without admitting defeat, "Do you know why Susu only asked me once and didn't propose any more?"

"That's because she knows that I have only one choice from beginning to end."

Irie pretended to look at him in surprise, then bent his lips and said, "Why don't we... let's play the protracted battle you are best at?"

Half an hour is also called a protracted war?Bullied his left foot?

The provocative Atobe immediately gritted his teeth, squeezed out a sentence, turned around and walked towards the serving line, walking firmly.

"Three and 10 minutes is enough."

Irie raised an eyebrow meaningfully behind his back.

Shiraishi said worriedly, "Is Atobe's ankle really all right?"

"Senior Atobe is indeed the best at protracted warfare, but now..." Kirihara tugged at his hair in distress, "Ah, why is it snowing now?"

Su Tang said lightly: "This is his choice, you have to trust him."

"That's what you say," Kirihara clenched his fists indignantly, "But look, from just now, Irie-senpai has adjusted Atobe-senpai to run around the field!"

"The injured left ankle was completely targeted by the opponent." Baishi said in a deep voice.

Su Tang bowed his head and opened the notebook, turned to the page of "Keigo Atobe", and recorded the new data.

For a long time, Atobe has defeated many opponents with protracted battles, but he never thought that one day he would be dealt with in such a way by other people.

But it's not without benefits, is it?

Atobe surpassed himself.

Use Irie, who has strong comprehension and changeable interpretation styles, to test Keigo Atobe, who has strong self-esteem, faith and perseverance—a genius design.

……

"Game Irie 157-156!"

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"Game Atobe 160-160!"

……

"Game Irie 185-184!"

Tough tie-break.

Because of the time limit, both sides fired at full force, seized each other's weaknesses and entangled each other, and the scores climbed up and up, and the distance could not be opened for a long time.

At this point in the competition, all skills are added value, and what really depends on the struggle of willpower and psychological contest between two people.

The hearts of all the teenagers in the audience were seized by them, and they were so nervous that they even had to slow down their breathing, for fear of disturbing them.

"Oh my god, such a long tiebreaker..." someone murmured in disbelief.

"Ten minutes left."

Su Tang lowered his head and muttered to himself, put his palms together by his mouth, and breathed out a mouthful of white mist.

After snowfall, the temperature is getting lower and lower.

"last blow!"

"ended!"

"This is the end!"

Irie said countless "ends", but every one of them was beaten back by the tenacious Atobe. His emotions on the surface fluctuated impatiently visible to the naked eye, and he even yelled angrily.

"Didn't I say it's over?!"

"So this time, isn't the acting really realistic?" Atobe laughed, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, even though his ankle was so painful that he was sweating, he still wanted to chase the tennis ball desperately.

Covered in slush, the embarrassed and gorgeous appearance is deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.

"I must...I must fulfill the promise, Tezuka!" He shouted and rushed to the bottom line of the tennis ball——

Fuji who had just sent Tezuka away stood quietly on the high platform, looking at him with ice blue eyes without blinking.

"Atobe..." Tezuka would have heard it.

——The silver-gray racket gently picked up the tennis ball, but Atobe was unable to control himself. After sliding a few meters close to the ground, his back slammed into the low wall of the stand and passed out on the spot.

"The Department of Traces!"

"Senior Atobe!"

Su Tang turned pale with shock, and rushed over with Baishi, Ren Zu and others.

"Game Atobe 187-187!"

"I'm really scared of you...wonderful game." Irie frowned in admiration, stretched out his hand to stroke his left shoulder, and smiled wryly at the referee, "I can't lift my hand anymore."

The referee looked at him suspiciously, then turned around and asked, "Assistant Su, what do you think?"

Su Tang was waiting for the staff to check Atobe's injury. Hearing this, he raised his head, exchanged a glance with the smiling Irie, and said calmly, "Because both sides are unable to compete, the result of this match is invalid."

"Prepare for the playoffs."

The referee had no choice but to nod, sat back in the referee chair, and announced loudly:

"Court No. 3 vs. Court No. [-]. Team replacement match, two wins, two losses and one invalid! A tie! Now for the singles play-off, please send one player from each of the two courts to participate!"

There was no serious injury to the part of the trace. Everyone worked together to lift him to a chair to let him rest. A few youths on the fifth field who hadn't participated in the game started to take off their coats, and the hell had already picked up the racket, stood in the field, and said in a deep voice : "Get out of the way, I'm coming!"

Su Tang froze for a moment.

Hey, hello, come on, brother ghost, is there any suspense in the game?

but.

"Brother Ghost, let's wait until the snow stops." She sighed and pointed to the sky, "And the temperature has dropped now..."

"Lower?" Kirihara repeated suspiciously, "Why do I feel that the temperature is still rising?"

"The snow is also getting smaller." Baishi added, looking at the falling snowflakes.

"Really?" Su Tang blinked slowly and asked back.

"Are you cold Susu?"

"Oh... maybe I don't wear enough clothes." She touched her arm hesitantly, long-sleeved sportswear, the thickness should be appropriate?

"Then you can put on my coat first." Kirihara said casually, took off the team uniform and handed it to her, and suddenly thought, "Speaking of which, where did the minister go? Didn't watch the game?"

"Thank you, Chi Ye." Su Tang took his still warm clothes and put them on himself, feeling better indeed.

"You're talking about Yukimura." She lowered her head to close the zipper, straightened the corners of her clothes, and thought of a reason temporarily, "He has a cold, and he went to the infirmary to get medicine... Huh? I still have a bottle of glucose."

Su Tang took out a tube from his bulging trouser pocket, and asked in a daze, "Did I grab two when I went out this morning?"

"Cold?" Kirihara only heard about Yukimura, and hurriedly asked, "Is the chief serious?"

"Ah? Oh oh oh, it's not serious." Su Tang shook his head quickly, seeing that he still wanted to ask more questions, he had an idea, grabbed the glucose and said, "I'll give this to the trace department, he just needs this when he's exhausted!"

"Huh? What?" Kirihara asked confused.

"I'll go to Atobe, you watch the game, Akaya!"

Taking advantage of his lack of reaction, Su Tang quickly ran away with the glucose.

She didn't relax until she slipped to the bench and sat down, but when she tilted her head and saw the tired and paralyzed Atobu, she wanted to laugh for no reason.

"Woman... what are you doing here...?" Atobe sensed that someone was nearby, opened his eyes and saw that it was Su Tang, and asked pantingly.

Su Tang rolled his eyes, tore open the glucose and handed it to him, "I'll give you warmth, otherwise, I'll beat you when you can't move?"

Atobe wanted to snort coldly, but the rapid breathing in his chest made him have no time to care about other things, so he could only stare at her with sea blue eyes and not speak.

"All right, all right," Su Tang spread out his hands with a headache, expressing his surrender, "I shouldn't have said that, you are a hero, hurry up and drink this."

"You won't... poison my uncle..." Atobe joked, and slowly raised his hand to reach for the glucose in her hand.

Su Tang looked at him blankly, and stretched out his hand to get closer to him, "Then do you want to drink?"

"Drink." Atobe pursed his lips, and when he got the tube, his trembling fingers accidentally touched her palm, he was slightly taken aback, "Your hand...why...so hot?"

"Ah?" Su Tang looked at him with an expression of "what the hell are you trying to do?" and said impatiently, "Do you still drink it or not? If you don't, I'll take it away."

"I'm not...not joking, you..." Atobe raised his body to look at her with difficulty, "This coat...isn't yours either, are you cold?"

The sky is clear.

"It's cold, it's killing me." Su Tang supported the trembling glucose in his hand, and smirked, "What questions do you have?"

"I... have a problem? Su Tang, do you have a problem with your brain?" Atobe gritted his teeth and stared at her, and he could speak smoothly in a panic, "I mean, do you have a fever?!"

Su Tang was really stunned, she touched her forehead subconsciously, "But it's not hot?"

Atobe stood up with one hand supporting her body, sat on the chair, raised her head and drank the glucose in one gulp, then slapped her hand away, and touched it by herself.

"Your palms are so hot, what can you touch...you just have a fever, idiot!"

He put down his hand and said speechlessly.

"Impossible!" Su Tang blurted out, she really had a fever, why didn't the system mention it...

"Brother Ka???"

With a cigarette in his mouth, the system asked coldly, "Are you going back?"

Su Tang: "..."

She silently tugged on her coat and nodded.

I have a fever, I have to go back, huh.

"Ah... Really, I really have a fever." Su Tang smiled awkwardly and said to Atobe.

Atobe stared suspiciously at her inconsistent reactions, "Did you know that you were going to be sick? Glucose again, and coat borrowed."

Su Tang shook his head frantically, "I don't know, I really don't know!" She wasn't really stupid.

"This... I don't know," Atobe keenly captured the key words, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then what else do you know?"

"..." Su Tangmu said with a straight face, "I'm going to the infirmary, goodbye."

Then he got up and left.

"Wait, you go by yourself?" Atobe quickly grabbed her, sighed silently, and shouted, "Kirihara!"

"Hey!" Akari Kirihara, who was watching the ghost game, followed the sound and asked curiously, "Senior Atobe, what's wrong? Have you rested?"

"I'm fine." Atobe instructed with a mole on his fingertips, "You, Senior Su, have a fever. If you faint on the way...you should take her to the infirmary."

"Fever?!" Qieyuan looked at Su Tang in panic, and ran over to help her, "What's going on, didn't you feel fine just now...Ah oh, so you felt cold just now because you had a fever?"

Su Tang didn't feel anything at first, but after Atobu pointed out that he had a "fever", he actually felt that he was really uncomfortable everywhere. Hearing Kirihara's chirping at this moment, he felt even more dizzy.

She pressed her swollen temple and interrupted him: "I said Chi Ye, are you naughty?"

Kirihara asked blankly, "What is that?"

Not wanting to explain, "Let's go to the infirmary, son?" Su Tang said lazily.

"Oh oh oh, let's go."

Qieyuan obediently ran to get Su Tang's notebook and tablet, and then returned to help her, muttering incessantly:

"Be careful when the weather turns cold. Minister Yukimura has a cold, and Susu you also have a fever. Are you two contagious from each other? Are you too close? In the future, you will... ah!!"

Qieyuan screamed and hugged his feet, jumped on the spot, and cried innocently and horrified with tears in his eyes: "Susu, why are you stepping on me?"

I stepped on you?

Su Tang clutched his heart and felt that his temperature was getting higher. Facing everyone's ambiguous eyes, he felt his blood rushing up and his head was hot. He really wanted to make a traditional Lihai famous food - braised seaweed head now!

I stepped on you?Not only do I step on you, I also want to pull your hair bald! ! !

No no no, I'm going to faint.

"Che, Yuan, Chi, yes," she pressed her throbbing pulse, suppressed her anger, and gritted her teeth, "If you can't speak, don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb!"

After saying that, she left in a huff, and didn't want her own things.

Only the small kelp is left messy in the wind.

"Senior Atobe...what did I do wrong..." Kirihara asked for help, wanting to cry without tears.

Atobe Keigo shrugged, smiled and said, "Ah, probably because you told the truth."

clam?

Kirihara Chi also fell into deep confusion.