Draw a card? Draw a card? !

"Game 6, 0-[-]! Change Court!"

"This useless guy... is gone, and the scene has changed."

Panting for breath, Atobe walked slowly to the side of King Ni who couldn't stand up, wrapped his arm around his shoulders, wrapped his other hand around his waist, and wanted to lead him to the opposite field together.

"Wait," Su Tang put down his watch, suddenly said, and stood by the stands to ask the referee for instructions, "King Ren's injury can't wait any longer, he needs medicine, I'm applying for an intermission."

"The intermission can only be requested by the players who are competing, or proposed by the coach, Su Zhu..." The referee was halfway through speaking, looking at her with a very embarrassed expression.

It was only then that Su Tang remembered that he had been revoked as a teaching assistant in public more than ten minutes ago.

Without hesitation or embarrassment, she immediately turned her head and looked at Atobe who stopped in the middle of the court because of her words.

"The Department of Traces."

"Ah, my uncle understands."

Atobe's arm was strong, and the collapsed Nioh leaned against him, and he applied to the referee again.

"This time it was proposed by the contestants, is that okay?"

"Yes." The referee nodded happily and announced a 10-minute intermission.

The people watching the game could not jump over the stands at will, they could only patiently wait for the two to move to the rest area on the sidelines step by step, and then gathered behind the parapet of the low wall to chatter about their concerns.

"Nio, are you okay?" Marui looked at his red and swollen left arm worriedly, not daring to speak loudly.

"Too slack! You have made yourself into such a virtue!" Sanada Kuro scolded with a sullen face, and unscrewed two bottles of water and handed them to them.

"puri~" Nioh slumped on the chair, feeling weak, but he still habitually yelled at Sanada, "It's all like this, Vice Minister, you can rest..."

"Take a rest too, dare to talk back?" Su Tang took two more towels, "Wipe."

"Ah, thank you Susu~" Niwang immediately changed his attitude, but he couldn't hide the tiredness in his voice, his braids were hanging listlessly behind his head, he raised his hand with difficulty, took the towel and covered his face with it.

"And this." Su Tang shook the medical spray in his hand, leaned on the low wall, leaned over on tiptoe, and sprayed "呵啦" on his left elbow.

"Hiss!" The cold liquid medicine touched the hot skin, directly stimulating Niwang to gasp, his fingers tightly gripped the towel, his whole body shivered, and even his dazed mind was cleared.

"Say hello, Susu..."

"Be patient, this spray can only help you temporarily relieve muscle spasm, redness and swelling," Su Tang withdrew his hand, and closed the bottle cap of the spray, "It doesn't hurt completely yet, so you have to be careful."

"Don't worry, I'm not that weak." King Ni used his right hand to support his left arm on the back of the chair, so as not to rub off the medicine.

"I need help from others, are you still not weak?" Liu Sheng said softly, "Stop talking, hurry up and rest."

"Be careful later, don't use it forcefully, Nioh, this is a matter of your life." Yukimura thought of the character of his teammates, even he felt a little headache.

"Alright~ Minister, partner." The silver-haired boy squinted his narrow fox eyes, looked at the court, and waved his hands in a relaxed manner.

Seeing that he still looked indifferent on the surface, Yukimura pursed his lips slightly, his heart sank.

Su Tang pulled Yukimura's arm and shook his head at him.

King Ren obviously had his own plans in mind, and they couldn't persuade him. Instead of persuading him here to consume his mind to deal with them, it is better to let him have a good rest.

After placing this one, she looked at Atobe who was silent at the other end.

After he got off the court, he kept his head down as if lost in thought, and only when he could bear with their concern about him, he would reply briefly - his mind was not too obvious.

"Ochi Moonlight and Mori Kosaburo are partners who have been working together for a year, and they have experienced more severe competitions overseas... The current situation is not your fault." Su Tang said softly.

"Do you know Ochi's other title, 'Spiritual Assassin'?"

Atobe's eyes moved slightly, and he raised his head slightly, "I heard a little bit, but I don't know the specifics."

"Among his five-dimensional values, besides his speed, his mental strength has also reached 7—that is, the highest value that can be measured so far."

Su Tang went so far, she believed that Atobe, who had already experienced it, could better understand the meaning of it than theoretical explanations.

"Spiritual power... is it the highest..." Atobe raised his head and glanced at the tall man in the rest area opposite, "Hmph, I have already learned the lesson."

"In tennis, the application of mental power skills is very mysterious, and there is no specific theoretical support, or training methods that can be used for reference. So far, it can only be realized by the players themselves, or... after some strong stimulation in life and get promoted.”

Su Tang handed him the hot towel, and comforted him: "Apply it to your eyes. You can recover to this level from his mental suggestion simply in the game, which is already very powerful, and it is enough to prove your will." No matter how strong the power is, it is only a matter of time before the influence is completely eliminated."

"And you have already experienced the speed and mental strength of Yuezhi, and you have to pay more attention to Maori..."

"Is Susu talking about me?"

The hearty laughter that broke in suddenly interrupted Su Tang's words, and even the harmonious atmosphere among the junior high school students froze suddenly.

Everyone looked at the person who came by in unison, holding the towel and narrowing their phoenix eyes, their expressions unclear.

"Hahaha, don't be so vigilant, I have no malicious intentions!" Mao Li didn't bring a racket, and his short wine-red hair and his smile made him look friendly and friendly.

"Why did you come here?" Su Tang blinked, but she didn't show any dissatisfaction or vigilance, just pure curiosity.

"Ah, I'm so sad for Susu's question. If you don't go to our place to watch the game, why don't I come over to see you?" Mao Li pretended to be sad and flattened his mouth.

"When I was a teaching assistant, I favored the juniors. Now that I am not a teaching assistant, I am even more aboveboard and undisguised."

"What!" Before Su Tang could speak, Qie Yuan yelled at him irritably and dissatisfiedly, "Susu is no longer a teaching assistant, it's because he blocked a ball for the senior of the team, not..."

"Chi Ye!" Su Tang stopped him in a low voice.

Qie was subconsciously silent at first, and then she reacted to the gesture in her eyes, and quickly looked at the purple-gray haired boy sitting on the bench.

"No, no, Atobe-senpai! I didn't mean that..."

"It's okay." Atobe interrupted him softly, stood up and said coldly to Maori, "Although this woman thinks she's self-assertive, I don't appreciate it, but this incident was indeed caused by me. Senior used this incident to attack her. It’s probably too tasteless.”

"Besides," Yukimura stood in front of Su Tang with arms folded, half-blocking her, and said softly, "We have a deeper relationship with Su Su, and she should be partial to us."

"That's right, in terms of friendship, we are naturally deeper." Fuji smiled lightly, with a soft voice, "Even as a teaching assistant, people have preferences, don't they, Senior Maori?"

"Sister Su belongs to us!" Kintaro reached out and hugged Su Tang's arm, and made a face at Maori, "And we are sure to win, why go to your side to watch the game!"

"Jin Jiang is right," Bai Shi warmly echoed, "Wouldn't it be more exciting to watch the game on the winning side?"

"..." Su Tang stood in the middle of everyone, with a dazed expression on his face. He looked past Yukimura's side and looked at Mao Li who was also in the same place. The two looked at each other.

"Ah," Mao Li took a step back, put his hands behind his head, and smiled wryly at her, "It seems that I accidentally...caused everyone's anger."

"I want you to talk so much nonsense." Su Tang sighed helplessly and amusedly, rubbed Kintaro's hair beside him, and unconsciously smiled when he turned to the teenagers, his expression was softer, and his heart was warm.

"Thank you everyone for protecting me, I really appreciate it, but..." She pointed at the bewildered guy, "I don't think Mao Li has any malicious intentions, he just... likes to joke."

Facing the doubtful gazes of the teenagers, Su Tang shrugged his shoulders at Mao Li, "Stop talking nonsense, just tell me what are you doing here?"

"I just want to care about the younger generation..." Maori muttered, not daring to be a demon this time, honestly took out a pack of medical patches from his jacket pocket, and didn't dare to walk over, and threw it directly into King Ni's room. arms.

"The painkiller, the self-test is effective!" He raised his chin and bent his hearty smile again, "For the sake of the fact that you two are the direct descendants of me and classmate Yue, no one else has it~"

"You're welcome, let's go!" Mao Li waved his hand freely and went back to the rest area of ​​the Second Army.

Nioh picked up the patch and looked at it over and over with great interest.

"It's a good thing, it can be used." Su Tang nodded his approval.

"Puri~ the two seniors are not bad."

"I bought you for this little thing?" Atobe raised his eyebrows, turned and sat back on the chair, took off the medicine patch for him, and carefully pasted it on his left elbow.

"Oh, although the game was difficult, I still feel good."

King Ni bowed lazily, and if one didn't look at his trembling legs, he would look like a lazy fox basking in the sun, with a cunning look on his lips.

"The scene between you and Senior Irie... hiss!"

Atobe withdrew his hand from his arm, picked up a towel and slowly wiped off the medicine gas from his fingertips.

"Ah, who was talking just now?"

"Ajibe, you..."

"It's time for a break!" The referee's voice sounded in 10 minutes.

The teenagers put away their joking hearts and became serious again.

“第一盘6-7，第二盘6-0，现在一军和二军1:1平局，接下来就是最终的决胜盘。”不二望向场边的记分牌。

"Don't look at Maoli's joking, he is an all-around player. He has absolute concentration in the game. He is the type who can show his strength the more he faces a strong player. He will deceive your eyes, Atobe, be careful .” Su Tang was in a hurry and said a few words briefly.

"Understood." Atobe stood up indifferently, helped up the exhausted Nioh again and walked towards the court, placing him at the serving line.

The opening game was Nioh's serve, but just 10 minutes was not enough for him to recover his physical fitness. Without the support of the seat and the support of Atobe, he could only lie on the ground in embarrassment.

When the teenagers saw this scene, their hearts ached.

"Whether it's serving or catching, Nioh...is powerless."

"If the ball is not served within 90 seconds after the referee announces the start, it will be considered as a score by the opponent."

"That is to say, the second army can only win a point when Atobe serves."

"Game first army! 1-0!"

The 90 seconds passed by in a flash, and the staff pinched the stopwatch precisely, not giving a second more time.

"The big tall one is serving again," Xiang Ri hammered down on the low wall, "Damn it! No matter how you look at it, you can't win!"

"However, Atobe didn't give up." Yushi Shinozu signaled his partner to be safe and calm, and his eyes behind the lens calmly watched the young man running left and right on the court, struggling to chase the tennis ball.

"Even in a one-sided unfavorable situation, his eyes are still looking straight ahead. The current tennis is not the perfect tennis that Atobe pursues, nor does it conform to his aesthetics, but..."

Su Tang pressed the ballpoint pen, as if finalizing a fact, and said, "But don't you think that his belief seems to be burning more violently."

"Yes, even standing here, I can still feel the persistence...and enthusiasm of Senior Atobe." Feng Chotaro stood in the stands, facing the game with a good look.

"This is our minister, the King of the Ice Emperor." Yushi Ninazu pushed his glasses with his ring finger, and sighed with a smile in the reflection of the lenses.

"There is his own unyielding will in the front, and there is King Ni who sacrificed his life in the back, so he will win no matter what." Sanada suddenly took out his racket, and finally looked at the two people on the field with firm eyes, turned and left.

Su Tang and Yukimura looked at each other and spoke in unison.