Congratulations to the king of the net for capturing a genius

更新时间2015-3-1112：06：24字数：2334

"Let's have a game? Good idea." Echizen Ryuya looked at the smiling and gentle boy in front of him and raised his eyebrows slightly - this boy - no matter how you look at it, he doesn't take the initiative to challenge people's temperament, it's a bit interesting.But——"Xiao Longma needs to ask his dear brother for advice, I don't want to let my brother down."

"What's 'ask my dear brother'?!" Before Fuji could speak, Echizen muttered uncomfortably, "Tch—you are fighting with Senior Fuji, and I will watch from the sidelines." The "brothers" who came out (in the manga it is said that Ryoma forgot Echizen Ryuya because of the amnesia in the national competition), one is a senior whose strength is unpredictable and he has never been able to figure it out. This game is very interesting, what is the light ball? Yes, it's time to learn.

"Oh? Since Xiaolongma said so, please, Mr. Fuji?" Echizen Longya casually pointed to a practice tennis court on the side of the road to signal Fuji.

Fuji walked into the field and was separated from Echizen Ryuya.

"Are you going to serve?"

Bu Er did not give way, took out a small yellow ball from his pocket, raised his hand and threw it, and then hit it with a slap - it was an improved Jedi Tibetan song - the speed and direction of the current serve The speed is no longer comparable to what it was before.Echizen Ryuya just raised his eyebrows, with a casual smile on his face, jumped up, and fought back with his powerful ability to stay in the air.

Bu Er's reaction was also quick, seeing that as soon as the ball fell, the shadow of the ball gradually swayed away, so his figure swayed slightly, blurred into several, and he drew back all the shadows of the ball.

Back and forth, the ball has turned into seven or eight.

Echizen Ryuya's movements have always been very calm and unhurried, and it still makes people feel as comfortable as strolling in the garden in the rain of balls.His swing is very big, the angle and speed are added together, the position and rotation of the pump are very beautiful-even if two people come and go to this point, every shot can always be maintained at the "best" hit point".

——It’s just that it’s neither second nor weaker.

After all, I have also experienced this kind of practice-although it was in the last life, but I regained the old feeling in a few rounds-against a master of the level of Echizen Ryuya, it is easy to bring people to the high school level In the peak state, not to mention that Buer himself has such an experience hidden in the depths of his memory.

Echizen Ryuya obviously noticed it too, and his light-colored lips pursed into a smile: "Have you practiced Super.Sweet.Spot before?" Fuji nodded: "Thank you, senior." ——Echizen Ryuya's The high level obviously helped Fuji to regain his previous feeling as quickly as possible.

"Ha, it's your own foundation, don't thank me for that." Echizen Ryuya shook his hair and smiled handsomely, "Middle school students have had this kind of experience-you are awesome for young people, you are awesome for young people!" One, I still have time to turn around and show a bright smile to my younger brother: "Little Dragon Horse, please work hard——for now, まだまだだね～"

"Cut." The young boy pressed down on the brim of his hat, but his cat pupils were shining brightly - the world of tennis is really big, very big.

Fuji also saw Echizen's excited expression, pursed his lips and smiled slightly, his figure swayed quickly, intercepted a ball shadow, and called back: "Senior Long Ya will go to a professional Internet cafe?"

"Huh? Probably?" The young man raised his head and said an uncertain answer, but his smile was still bright, "What about you? No two?"

"——No plan." Shaking his head, Fuji continued, "Senior's feelings towards tennis, can he use it as a career for the rest of his life?" He always felt that Echizen Ryuya was not the kind who was extremely serious and devoted himself to tennis. All men... Are they similar to me in some ways? ——Could it be that he misjudged it?

"..."

Echizen Longya caught the ball with his racket, but he didn't hit it again. Instead, he weighed it with the face of the racket and took it in his hand. His bright pupils looked the same, as if he was smiling, but at the same time, he seemed to be just watching: " It turned out to be confusion, boy."

——He said, something a little strange.I can't say the specific reason, but I do feel that this boy's tennis is imprisoned by something.

——He is a person whose soul is too free to be captured.Moreover, he has his own doubts and pride that cannot be changed.

"So, I don't really want to fight with you anymore."

Echizen Ryuya shrugged his shoulders with a casual expression.

"...That's really a pity." Buer was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"Look, that's it."

Echizen Ryuya twirled the ball with his fingers: "If it was Xiaolongma, he would stop me with a racket, and if it was Akutsu just now, he would directly draw the ball towards me."

And you said—that's really a pity.

"But there's nothing wrong with it." Echizen Ryuya covered his mouth and yawned, and when he put down his hand, he smiled wantonly—"Me too."

"—I, besides tennis, I really don't have anything to be good at."

"—Tennis is still quite interesting. After so many years, I can't stop. So I naturally choose to continue."

"—I heard that you are called a genius? Not only in tennis? Ah—then you don't have to take this as a career. I really envy."

"Without the thought of spending your life on it - tennis is just tennis."

Echizen Ryuya turned around, with the racket under his right arm, and his left hand picked up the collar of a boy who was watching the game and found that the game was interrupted, who was upset, "Next time—let's continue this unfinished game ? If given the chance."

——Next time, I hope it will be you whose eyes are full of certain things.

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Bu Er stood in place holding the racket.

After a long time, the lips that were used to smiling slightly lifted up.

——Thank you, Senior Long Ya.

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The young man ignored the dissatisfied murmurs of his younger brother, and just showed a happy smile to himself: "Do you want Xiaolongma to learn how to play the light ball?"

So the cat-eyed boy was like a cat that saw a fish and quickly took the bait: "Yes!"

"Ha ha."

The young man turned his head inadvertently, and the corner of his eye glanced at the young man standing alone in the field in the distance.

——Everyone has his own tennis ball and his own reasons for holding a racket.

That young man's style of play is dexterous and elegant, like an unfettered swallow in the sky, and an unpredictable dragon in the water.That's an art, a tennis ball in his hands.

——I have seen too many people endow tennis with such words as responsibility, dream, and glory, and use these heavy things to make tennis full of strength and firmness.Some people's tennis is heavy because every hard hit comes with a determination to give it all.He doesn't think there's anything wrong with it, it's the tennis they interpret in their own way.

——However, that boy... the tennis he played was tennis, a hobby, time spent with his friends, and good memories.

In this joint camp, surrounded by so many slogans and awareness bursting out of sweat and blood, this soul is too easy to be lonely and confused.

But if he is required to follow the same awareness and the same heavy sense of mission to treat this sport, it will destroy his advantage, the full aura in his style of play.

—No matter what other people put in tennis.

Hope your tennis is just tennis.

- That's what suits you best.