[net king] light as fleeting

The time for the game is getting closer and closer, and Fujiwara Ri is also under the situation that Atobe does not allow her to over-train.Try to use her newly planned ideas and apply them to the competition.

The method of putting a part of the highly concentrated mental energy on the hearing will make all of Fujiwara Ri's reactions slow down by half a beat at first.Often when she was concentrating on listening, Atobe's ball had already passed the net, fell to the ground and bounced high.

Fujiwara Ri still stood where she was, without moving a footstep.

"What's the matter, can't you catch the trick?" Atobe stopped his swing and approached the net in the middle.Looking at Ri Fujiwara who was in a daze in the second half, he waved her hand and motioned her to come over.

"It's not that I can't grasp the trick, but that once I focus on listening to the sound of the clap, I forget to observe the movement." Fujiwara Riko lowered her head in frustration, "Is this method still not feasible?"

Atobe pointed at the approaching Fujiwara Ri's forehead and flicked it heavily: "I have been entangled in the possibility for a day, and now I am standing on the court, I should throw away this idea."

"But." Fujiwara Ri covered her forehead, sat directly on the ground, and supported her chin with one hand.

"My uncle may not allow you to rest, stand up and continue. This time, you didn't even move your feet. Tomorrow you will get up three hours earlier and run around the house."

"It's cold, and didn't you say you can't overwork?" Fujiwara stood up reluctantly, bent down to pick up the racket on the ground: "It will affect the game, you said."

"There are still three days before the game, three days is enough for you to rest."

"...Then I will eat."

"My uncle doesn't mind feeding you."

"Then I'll continue." Fujiwara Ri turned around silently, walked back to the field behind, and assumed a posture of attacking.

--'boom'

As soon as Fujiwara Ri heard the sound of the racket hitting the tennis ball, he quickly focused on observing Atobe's movements.I saw the tennis ball flash past her, so fast that she didn't have time to catch it, it rolled to the ground, bounced up, and fell again.

"...Give me one more chance, okay?" She didn't want to run.

"Give me a good focus this time."

"En." Fujiwara Ri nodded vigorously, indicating that she understood.

--'boom'

When the ball rolled to the ground, Ri Fujiwara didn't react even with his sight.She moved her steps wisely, showing that she had moved at least a little: "I moved."

Accepting Atobe's stare calmly, Fujiwara Ri repeated confidently: "It moved a little."

"Continue." Atobe sighed helplessly, and didn't bother to distinguish anything from Fujiwara Ri.He moved a bit, even if it was perfunctory, he couldn't accuse him of anything.

After all, the reason why this stupid woman worked so hard was because of him.At least she didn't know that as long as he had this kind of thought, it was enough for him to support her.

He even foolishly threatened to rely on his own efforts to stand side by side with him.

When Ri Fujiwara missed the ball for the ninth time because of her slow reaction, she began to try to reverse the methodology.

Atobe said that the angles seen by spectators and players standing on the court are different.Then the method should also be different.

First observe every movement of Atobu, knee bending, raising hand, throwing the ball, which foot takes off first, and the angle of swing.

--'boom'

The sound made by the racket hitting the tennis ball depends on the size of the sound to judge the strength.Quickly reflect in the brain the speed corresponding to the speed of the ball.

On the right side of Fujiwara Ri quickly followed the data judged in his mind to run to the court on the right, and took a counterattack posture at the place where the tennis ball landed and bounced, adding strength, and hitting it back hard.

With a 'bang', the tennis ball flew towards the court on the left of Atobe in a straight line.

Atobe raised his lips, with obvious appreciation in his eyes, and quickly ran to the place where the ball landed, raised his hand, and swung his racket.

Ri Fujiwara followed the path of the ball and made a quick counterattack.

——'bang' 'crack'

The tennis ball leaped quickly on both sides of the court, Fujiwara Ri firmly grasped the trick he had just realized, and maintained the fight with Atobe.

Observe the action, listen to the sound, predict the ball path and then react.In the case of accelerated ball speed, the action still does not reduce the slightest panic.

——The goal of 'bang' ended in Atobe's smash.

Fujiwara Ri panted, and once her whole body relaxed, she felt a little tired.This is the first time that she has been able to hit a ball against Atobe for a long time. Even though she still lost in the end, she has mastered the tricks very well.

She clearly knew that Atobe was still mixed with water when he sparred with her.And deliberately slowly and gradually speed up the ball, so that Fujiwara Ri can better grasp the use of the trick.

"That's it for today." Atobe walked around the white net in the middle of the court and walked to Fujiwara Ri.He took the ball king from her hand and handed it to the maid who came up to the side.Warm palms caressed Fujiwara Ri's flushed cheeks from exercise: "Are you tired?"

"A little bit, but not very tired." Fujiwara Ri raised her hand to catch the back of Atobu's hand against her cheek: "Continue training tomorrow, is it okay?"

"Hmm." In this way, it is tantamount to acquiescing.

Fujiwara Ri had enough rest, and stood up with one hand propped up.Looking at Atobe who was close in front of him, he secretly pumped himself up, then stood on tiptoe, and lightly touched Atobe's left cheek: "I will do what I said."

Atobe deliberately looked away, just not looking at Ri Fujiwara.But he deliberately said: "If you can't do it, my uncle won't want you."

"It's okay, I want you." Fujiwara Ri replied without hesitation.

"Can you afford it?" Atobe pulled Fujiwara Ri back to the rest table, picked up the hot tea that was still warm on the table and handed it to Fujiwara Ri: "Drink some first, don't finish it, you should go back Home for dinner."

"En." Just a little thirsty, Fujiwara Ri didn't refuse, just the teacup in Atobe's hand, he lowered his head to the edge of the quilt.Because the quilt was held upright, she didn't drink it, so she raised her eyes curiously to look at the trace department.

The latter tilted the cup helplessly, allowing Ri Fujiwara to drink the tea.Looking at Fujiwara Ri who carefully sips tea like a kitten, I can't help but feel a subtle feeling of feeding a pet.

But this kind of pet sometimes stretches out its sharp claws to bite people.

Atobe retracted his hand and put the cup back on the table, and couldn't help but raised his hand to rub the top of Fujiwara Ri's head: "Stupid woman."

"I'm not stupid."

"Stupid woman."

"..." Fujiwara Ri opened his mouth, still feeling inappropriate to dispute these meaningless titles.

"Aren't you afraid to go to my uncle's house tonight?"

"I'm afraid...but I'm used to it." Fujiwara Ri is very honest. The contact with Atobe's parents in the past few days has let her know that the other party still likes her very much, but they prefer to tease her like Atobe. See if she doesn't Just a nice reaction.

Atobe raised his hand funny and rubbed Fujiwara Ri's cheeks: "Today, my parents left at ten o'clock in the morning."

"Why go?" Fujiwara Ri's voice was a little slurred because her cheeks were ravaged.

Atobu didn't need to think that she would answer the question: "To deal with some affairs of the company abroad."

"Are the uncles and aunts back?"

"You want them back."

"..." Fujiwara Ri remained silent for a while, until she was entangled with the Atobe family, but still did not come up with an answer.

"Don't think about it when you get there, get out of the car." Atobe looked at Fujiwara Ri who was still struggling, and finally kindly decided not to let her continue struggling.

……

I just walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and heard a knock on the door.There was a habitual smile on the corners of his lips, and when he opened the door to the room and saw the pretty little face with his head bowed hesitantly, Atobe's eyes were filled with a gentle smile.

"Are you planning to knock on the door again and go back to your room when I don't come to open the door?"

"No." Fujiwara Ri raised her face quickly when she heard Atobe's voice.Seeing Atobe wearing a loose white bathrobe, the water droplets from the end of her hair fell on the bathrobe and slid down her exposed chest before she could wipe it off.

The little face turned red and she didn't notice at all. She herself was the one who ran over wearing a bathrobe that was too big for her and with long wet hair.

"Oh?" Atobe slightly raised the ending sound, raised his arms and imprisoned Fujiwara Ri on the wall outside the door, in a gesture of wrapping people in his arms.Half lowered his head, and leaned into Fujiwara Ri's ear: "Come to see me, okay?"

"En." Fujiwara Ri replied as thin as a mosquito: "I want you to blow my hair."

"Huh? Just blowing your hair?"

"Ah."

"nothing else?"

"……No."

Atobe got closer and closer, and his thin lips touched Fujiwara Ri's blushing half of his cheek: "Really?"

"I can also blow your hair..." Fujiwara Ri blushed, and her breathing became short of breath: "Don't get any closer..."

Before the words fell, Atobe had already withdrawn his hand, standing aside and laughing softly.Such a stupid woman who could blush at his words with a small tease, what did he fancy in her?

"Do not laugh."

Fujiwara Ri sat on the table, carefully watching Atobe blowing her hair reflected in the mirror.For some reason, the question that I didn't have the courage to ask at first, I said at this moment: "Hey, Jingwu. How long will you like me?"

Because of Fujiwara Ri's problem, Atobe paused for a while.Sensing the reaction of the stiff body in front of him, he continued to lower his head and hold a strand of Fujiwara Ri's hair, and asked flatly, "What do you think? How long will I like you."

"I don't know." Although she didn't get an answer, Fujiwara Ri suppressed the disappointment that surged up in her heart.Some unnaturally bent the corners of the mouth: "I don't know how long you will like me, and I don't know how long I can make you like me. But, I will know that I will like you for a long time, until you don't like me, I will still I like you."

Fujiwara Ri still remembers that her mother once said to her: Xiaoli, you are really a stubborn child.

At that time, she was still young and didn't know why her mother used the word stubborn on her.

But now, she understands that she is indeed a very stubborn person...

"Idiot, I won't let you have this chance." Atobe put down the hair dryer in his hand, and squatted in front of Fujiwara Ri.Lifting her face, she could clearly see the transparent tears that had slipped down her face at some point.

This stubborn idiot, he liked it enough to cry for him.

"My uncle's liking will last a lifetime. Do you believe it?"

Fujiwara tilted her head cutely, and the tears overflowing her eyes slid down her cheeks, but she slowly raised a beautiful smile, and said softly but firmly, "I believe it."

……

Fujiwara Ri looked at the girl who stood a few steps away and glared at her viciously, and remained silent.The other party put a crumpled piece of paper on her desk early in the morning, and specially taped it in the desk drawer, for fear that she would ignore the piece of paper.

"What, don't you have anything to say?" Lan Ze Yumo put on a baby face, his tone was no longer sneering and sarcastic, but mixed with anger: "I said I should ruin your face so that you can't seduce people. Yuan Shanze That idiot Hua moved slowly, and finally fainted from his own blood."

Fujiwara Ri was not surprised that Lan Ze Yumo knew Toyama Zehua, but nodded in agreement: "I think so too."

"you shut up."

"Why should I listen to you." Seemingly feeling that Aizawa Yumo was not angry enough, Fujiwara Ri paused for a while, and continued: "Actually, I think she is as stupid as you."

"Fujiwara Ri! Say it again, this lady's IQ is completely incomparable with that kind of thing."

"You are stupid, just like her." Fujiwara repeated with a flat expression.

"Hahahaha, when did you become so daring, Xiaoli?" Because Fujiwara Ri suddenly avoided her and ran away, Sakurai Azusa guessed what the Atobe support team did again, and deliberately tricked Fujiwara to go to the appointment .

"With the lessons learned from the last trip to the forest, you still dare to sneak out and meet this kind of thing."

Sakurai Azusa raised his hand and poked Fujiwara Ri on the head: "I don't have a long memory."

Lan Ze Yumo was so provoked by Sakurai Azusa's words that she almost ignored the etiquette education she had received since she was a child, and rushed straight up to slap her hard.

Fujiwara Ri pulled down Sakurai Azusa's arm, and looked back at someone who was staring at them viciously: "Don't you have something to say?"

Realizing that the topic had been dragged away, Aozawa Yumo restored the cute smile on his face, and said in a sweet voice: "If you dare not accept the challenge, please stay away from Atobe-kun. Now, immediately."

"I accept the challenge."

"Miss Ben has never seen you sign up, do you think I'm easy to fool?"

Fujiwara Ri was stunned for a moment, then turned her head, and asked Sakurai Azusa who was also stunned to the side: "...What is the registration?"

"Idiot, you really don't sign up, just practice your skills every day in a daze, right?"

"..." Fujiwara Ri hesitated for a while, then slowly nodded: "What is the registration?"

"..."

After completing the registration on the last day of the registration deadline, Fujiwara Ri bowed his head obediently and listened to a few words from the Ministry of Science and Technology.As for the women's tennis competition in the Tokyo area, it's over.

On the day of the competition, the players participating in the competition were divided into three levels: primary school students, middle school students and high school students.Then the number of men and women participating in each of the three teams determines the order of the players in the two-two battle.

Fujiwara Riko changed into the white sportswear that Atobe specially ordered her housekeeper to deliver. Her long purple hair was combed high and tied up, making her look very energetic.

Fujiwara Ri let go of Atobe's hand, and after walking a few steps, she turned around and said seriously: "I will work hard."

"My uncle won't lose to a stupid woman who cries."

"I won't cry, because I will win." Fujiwara Ri's pretty face was smiling, and she knew that Atobe was just hard-hearted and soft-hearted.

The first round of the game was divided into two days, and more than 20 tennis courts played the first round at the same time.Fujiwara stood on the court, looking around subconsciously, hoping to find the existence of Atobe.

"Here." Azusa Sakurai stood outside the blocked net, beckoned to Ri Fujiwara who was looking around, and made a gesture of cheering.

Fujiwara nodded, saying yes.

Sakurai Azusa smiled very satisfied, turned her position a little bit sideways, and pointed to someone sitting on the grass not far behind her.Mouthing: Don't look at his indifferent look, in fact, I just saw him staring at the stadium entrance again.

The line of sight happened to meet Atobe, and Fujiwara Ri looked at Atobe without the slightest evasion, until the other party gave her a mouth impatiently: the game has started, stupid woman.

"The women's tennis singles match in the Tokyo area begins, Hyotei Fujiwara vs. Seigaku Ikawa - Hyotei Fujiwara will serve first."

Fujiwara Ri stared at the girl on the opposite court with her racket, half-length hair just past her shoulders, and a white sports cap.The white tennis racket is tightly held by her tense hands.

The opponent's mood is unstable, and she has a higher success rate of controlling the court, especially the analysis of movements.

Fujiwara half-bent her knees and threw the ball away.Swing the racket vigorously, hit the opponent's left court in a straight line, and run to the tennis ball quickly after hitting the ball.

The girl on the opposite side was stunned for a moment because of her sudden access to the Internet, and then started to run, swinging her racket to fight back.

The corners of Fujiwara Ri's lips curled up slightly, and there was a strange confidence in her purple eyes.She didn't use a lot of force in the first serve, so she seized the right time and went online to deliberately put pressure on the girl.

Sure enough, the other party was really stunned for a while because she ran to the net so quickly.Ri Fujiwara raised the racket and used the trajectory of the ball to hit a volley in front of the net.

"15-0"

"Great, Xiao Li, come on." Sakurai Azusa's voice pierced through the noisy cheering around, and Fujiwara Ri heard it clearly, and the arc of the corner of her lips rose again.

On the girl's face was the astonishment and unwillingness to lose the ball so quickly, Fujiwara Ri saw her expressions and movements in her eyes.

Half-bending his knees again, throwing the ball, and jumping quickly with his right foot, Fujiwara Ri used two points more force than the previous ball, and once again seized the opportunity to run forward, making a posture that he wanted to continue hitting the volley in front of the net.

The girls have learned the lesson before, so they don't care too much about Fujiwara Ri's going online again.Run quickly, stop behind the point where the tennis ball bounced, and hit the ball back hard with the right strength.

Fujiwara Ri had already expected the girl's actions, and when she hit the ball back, she had already stepped back a few steps.Grip the racket with both hands and cut the tennis ball.He deliberately slowed down his strength, letting the ball slip dangerously across the net in the middle and roll down on the opponent's field.

"0-30"

"The girls who participated in the Ice Emperor this year are all quite skilled." A boy stood in front of the isolation net outside the court, pushed his eyes that blocked his cheeks, opened the notebook in his hand, and wrote busyly.

"I didn't expect Qian would want to collect information about the girls' group."

"Well, the flexibility of girls' bodies is generally better than boys', so I'm interested in researching it." Qian lowered his head and kept writing in his notebook, completely ignoring the boy with Sufa who stood aside and smiled. .

Bu Er stared at the venue silently for a few minutes, then raised his finger to the figure of Fujiwara Ri not far away: "What the hell, is that girl from that school?"

"The third grader of Bingdi." Gan raised his eyes and glanced at the direction of the same finger while he was busy: "It seems that he and Bingdi's Atobu are boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Oh?" Bu Er raised his hand to his chin with interest, observing carefully.

At this time, Ri Fujiwara had successfully won the serve, and it was time for the two sides to exchange venues.

The girl from Qinggaku took another look at Ri Fujiwara who was standing on the back court, then raised her hand and threw the ball, hitting it out.

Fujiwara Ri carefully observed the opponent's movements, and heard that the noise made when the racket hit the tennis ball was not too loud.It should be the other party's deliberate temptation.Fujiwara Ri pretended to be astonished and took a step back, when she saw the girl across from her smiling happily.

He stepped back and stepped forward quickly. After the ball bounced off the ground, he deliberately slowed down his movements, watching the girl nervously running to the net, and blocking the direction that Fujiwara Ri was facing diagonally.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ri Fujiwara held the racket backhand, and when the racket hit the tennis ball, she increased her strength and hit a lob.

Seeing the girl walking backwards in a panic, because the ball returned in a panic was not strong enough.Fujiwara Ri rushed forward, landed on the ground with his right foot, jumped up quickly, and scored a smash.

"0-15"

"That girl's calculated data is very accurate." Gan pushed his glasses, thinking about whether to go forward to hook up after the game, and exchange with each other about the game data analysis: "Every ball is aimed at the opponent's ball Road hit."

"Yeah. I can see it too." Fuji nodded in agreement, turned his head, and looked at a short-haired girl in the next court: "Which school does that girl belong to?"

Gan gave the answer very accommodatingly: "It's also Ice Emperor's, the eldest lady of Lanze Group, and a first-year student."

"Qian is also very careful about the girls." Buer squinted his eyes and turned his head to look at Qian who was flipping through his notebook.

"No, I just inquired about it from others temporarily."

Lan Ze Yumo adopted a different style of play from Fujiwara Ri's steady and steady play. She used ruthless force to fight again.When changing venues, after seeing the smash used by Ri Fujiwara, she seemed to show off on purpose, scoring points again and again with smashes.

Looking at Lan Ze Yumo, who was playing hard and vigorously, compared with Fujiwara Ri, who was on the court next door, he guessed for a while and came to the conclusion: "Girls can't underestimate tennis..."

"Senior, senior. The men's tennis match has also started, do you want to go and watch it?"

"Let's go." Qian closed the notebook in his hand: "The winner and loser have been divided, and the rest of the women's tennis data will be collected during the final."

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