[net king] light as fleeting

The result of the game was just as Gan said. In less than 10 minutes, Fujiwara Ri won the sixth game first.

Aizawa Yumo on the next court also ended the game with a smash. When the referee announced the victory, he snorted at Fujiwara Ri with a contemptuous attitude.Picking up the tennis bag, he left without looking back.

Fujiwara Ri didn't care about this, the joy of victory made her immediately want to share it with Atobe.Excitedly put away the tennis racket and ran out of the competition field, I wanted to run to the grass field where Atobe was at first.

From a distance, several girls could be seen surrounding Atobe, talking excitedly.

As he got closer, Fujiwara saw that Atobe was stern, staring impatiently at the girls around him, and growled unbearably, "Shut up, a bunch of noisy women."

The girls suddenly fell silent, looked at each other for a few seconds, and walked away timidly.

"Stupid woman, what are you still doing standing there? Do you think I'm not annoyed enough?"

"That's because you're so charming." Fujiwara Riko approached Atobe in a small step, and blocked him with what he had said before.

Atobe twitched the corners of his mouth, looking at Ri Fujiwara who came to him and stood still.There was no impatience towards the girls just now on his face: "Is there nothing you want to say?"

Fujiwara proudly stated her results: "Yes, I won. The score is 6-1."

"good."

"Why is it okay?" Fujiwara Ri was a little unhappy.

"If it's not a score of 6-0, it can only be okay." Atobe raised his hand and poked Fujiwara Ri's bulging cheek. He found that the expression of this stupid woman had become more abundant when facing him recently. I started to depend on him.

"Don't poke me."

"If you are not reconciled, just play all 6 rounds and show me."

"Well, the second knockout match the day after tomorrow."

"As soon as I got out of the arena, I just patronized looking for a boyfriend, alas, I value sex over friends." Sakurai Azusa moved closer to Fujiwara Ri with a resentful expression.

A suave blush appeared on Fujiwara Ri's face, and she reached out to hold Sakurai Azusa's hand.

"Okay, it's almost the same, so I won't tease you." Sakurai Azusa glanced at Atobe provocatively, then held Fujiwara Ri's hand instead: "The game was played very well, let's keep working hard."

"Ok, I will."

"By the way, Brother Yu will be back in a few days."

"When?"

Sakurai Azusa frowned and recalled for a while, remembering that Fujiwara Yu didn't say the specific time, so she said vaguely: "I don't know the specifics, probably within a few days."

"kindness."

"Do you want to continue watching other people's games?" Sakurai Azusa pointed to the ongoing games in other arenas: "Where do you want to watch?"

"Well, boys."

"Huh? I'm not afraid that your man will be jealous." Sakurai Azusa pointedly glanced at Atobe with a straight face.

Fujiwara Ri knew that Atobe was displeased because of being ignored, and blinked at Atobe's gaze: "Will Jingwu go to see it with me?"

"I'll wait for you at the coffee shop outside the arena, and come here when I'm hungry."

"it is good."

……

Fujiwara Ri watched several men's tennis matches before being dragged away from the venue by the hungry Sakurai Azusa.Follow the coffee shop that Atobe said.

It is conceivable that when Sakurai Azusa and Fujiwara Ri appeared together, Atobe's face was not easy to see there.There is such a big light bulb blocking it everywhere, no one will have a good face.

But who is Sakurai Azusa, she thinks she is the most cheeky.He didn't understand politeness at all and sat down directly between Fujiwara Ri and Atobe, took the menu handed over by the waiter, and Fujiwara Ri recommended which kind of food was the best.

In the weird atmosphere, Fujiwara pretended not to know anything and ate her lunch silently.

"Can I continue to watch the game in the afternoon?"

"Come back to training with me."

"Oh." Fujiwara Ri complied obediently.

Azusa Sakurai knew that if she hadn't been hungry, she would have dragged Ri Fujiwara away from the arena.At this moment, Ri Fujiwara should still be watching the game intently: "Hey, the request made by the person you like, you don't accompany her, and you don't allow her to go, she doesn't look like a boyfriend at all."

Atobe stood up silently, and walked around in front of Fujiwara Ri.Half-bending □ approaching Fujiwara Ri, and kissed her lips lightly: "It's enough that my uncle can do what a boyfriend can do."

"you……"

……

In the second round of the knockout match on the third day, Ri Fujiwara really won all six games, and after three days of rest, she will enter the women's tennis semi-finals.Fujiwara even stepped up time to play against the same team, so as to accumulate experience and stabilize tennis skills and proficient application of theory.

In three days, it took two days to train.On the night of the third day, Atobe forbade Fujiwara Ri to train again, fearing that she would consume too much physical strength, which would cause her to lose energy the next day.

The location of the women's tennis semi-finals in Tokyo is fixed in the gymnasium——

"I thought I would meet you only after reaching the final." Lan Ze Yumo supported the racket with one hand: "On the left."

Fujiwara Ri focused all her attention on the upside-down racket in front of her: "I think it's all right."

Lan Ze Yumo let go of the fingers holding the racket, and the racket shook on the spot and fell to the left.

"Hmph, even the gods don't care about you." Lan Ze Yumo picked up the tennis racket and walked to the back of the serving court.

"...I don't believe this." Fujiwara Ri felt that Aizawa Yumo had gone far away, and she probably didn't hear her words, so she gave up.Walk to the back of the court and hold the racket with both hands in a return position.

"The middle-aged women's tennis semi-finals in the Tokyo area, Ice Emperor Aizawa will face Ice Emperor Fujiwara, and Aozawa will serve first."

Lan Ze Yumo raised his head proudly, stepped back with his right foot, threw the tennis ball high, and then swung the racket vigorously.

"No way, you wanted to use Smash directly from the beginning?"

The guess of someone who suddenly appeared in the auditorium was quickly confirmed.The tennis ball quickly flew straight to the left court of Fujiwara Ri.Fujiwara Ri grasped Lan Ze Yumo's swing, and her body moved accordingly.

Hold the racket with both hands and stop the tennis ball that bounces off the ground.The excessive force made her take a small step back, biting her lower lip, but Fujiwara Ri tried to block the ball, but even added her own strength to fight back.

"Heh." Aizawa Yumo still stayed at the back of the court, as if he was sure that Fujiwara Ri would fight back with brute force.Jumping with both feet again, hit the smash, aiming at the front of the court on the right side that Riri Fujiwara had no time to defend.

"15-0."

Lan Ze Yumo proudly raised her head and hummed softly, with disdain and contempt in her eyes: "That's it."

Fujiwara glanced at the floor where the tennis ball landed, in front of the court on the right.The distance between the two balls was deliberately lengthened, probably to draw her to run on the court on purpose to consume energy.

After thinking clearly for a moment, Ri Fujiwara turned silently and walked back to the back of the court.

"Xiao Jing, do you feel something is wrong?" Renzu leaned on the chair behind him, staring at the game on the court: "I was restrained."

"Hmm, my uncle has already seen it."

The referee's voice sounded again: "30-0"

"Using a lot of smashes at the beginning, it seems that they want to win the game quickly."

"By the way, let's mock that stupid woman." Atobe spread his hands and put them on the audience chairs on both sides, with a relaxed and lazy look, without any worry: "This kind of thinking is too naive."

Fujiwara Riri on the court didn't care much about losing two goals in a row. She knew that Aizawa Yumo's physical strength would definitely weaken when he used consecutive smashes.The opponent even purposely extended the pitch distance between the smashes, trying to use up her energy at the same time.

In the first game, under Fujiwara Ri's conservative defense, Aizawa Yumo won the serve by herself.

"The two sides exchange venues."

Squeeze the tennis ball in your hand.Fujiwara Ri recalled Aizawa Yumo's provocative words when the two passed by just now.

Throwing the tennis ball, Ri Fujiwara quickly swung the racket and ran to the net.

"A volley?" Shinozu's voice disapproved of Fujiwara Ri's approach: "If the opponent hits back with double the force, it will not be easy to hit a volley."

Renzu glanced at the two chairs in the past, and Atobe, who didn't say a word, saw that his expression was still the same as before, and he was not worried at all as he expected: "You should worry about it anyway."

"There is no need to worry about a stupid woman's game. The person I like can't be suppressed so easily."

"Oh." Renzu sighed helplessly, but he deliberately created a tense atmosphere, but the trace department was not fooled at all.

Aizawa Yumo looked at Ri Fujiwara who ran to the net, and the corners of his lips curled up in a mocking arc.He quickly changed to a backhand grip, and as Shinozu expected, he returned with double the force.

——'Pa' Fujiwara Ri stared blankly at the tennis ball and racket that fell to the ground, frowned slightly, took the racket back silently and retreated to the back of the court.

"0-15."

Fujiwara Ri still used the method of surfing the Internet after swinging the racket, Aizawa Yumo curled her lips helplessly: "You really don't give up."

Aizawa Yumo quickly intercepted Fujiwara Ri's serve, and hit back with more force.

--'boom'

--'Snapped'

The racket fell again and again, and Fujiwara Ri didn't panic and get anxious about it.

"0-30."

"0-40."

"The score is 0:2."

"A few days ago, I thought that girl was very powerful. Why was she suppressed so quickly?"

"That's right, I even lost my own serve game."

Aizawa Yumo's serve in the second game was still a direct smash serve. Fujiwara Ri carefully discerned the sound of the racket, predicted the opponent's ball path calmly, and made a counterattack.

Losing another round was also in her expectation, and she could see that the angle and strength of Lan Ze Yumo's swing had gradually weakened.Competing in strength is not her forte, but she will definitely win in a skill competition with Lan Ze Yumo.

"Avoid the edge and consume the opponent's physical strength. The analysis is good."

"Is it not bad? But I always feel that Xiaoli is still in a weak position." Xiang Ri lay down on the chair in front of her, and when she heard Ren Zuzu's words, she turned around and expressed her doubts.

"It's 3:0."

Fujiwara Ri lightly tossed the tennis ball upwards a few times, then slowly bent her knees, took off with one foot, and then threw the tennis ball upwards.

——'Bang' the dull sound of the racket hitting the tennis ball.

The curved trajectory of the ball flew straight in front of Lanze Yumo. After reacting, Lanze Yumo quickly moved to the right and hit the ball back.

Fujiwara Ri followed the trajectory of the expected return ball, and once again hit the ball vigorously to the front area of ​​Aizawa Yuma Stadium.

"15-0"

"Is this a power showdown?"

"Smash, he actually learned the opponent's moves and intentionally increased the distance from the landing of the big ball."

Aizawa Yumo had a cute face, and stared fiercely at Ri Fujiwara opposite.

"It's another smash serve."

"Is this the smash serve and the smash serve bar?"

Lan Ze Yumo quickly calmed down her anger. This is not the time to be sullen. As long as she wins this game, she will have plenty of opportunities to ridicule and revenge.

In this sentence, both of them fought a duel of strength. Fujiwara Ri learned the way of Aizawa Yumo's serve, and deliberately opened up the landing distance of each ball, so that the opponent was tired of running on the court.Coupled with the consumption of strength in the first three rounds, Aozawa Yumo shouldn't last long.

Lan Ze Yumo didn't admit defeat easily, and fought back every tennis ball with all his power, not worrying whether his physical strength was enough to support him at all.He also used the way of running left and right to reduce the strength of each ball hit by Fujiwara Ri.

"15-15."

"30-15."

"30-30."

After this round alone, both sides consumed more than half of their physical strength, and then another round.Ri Fujiwara took off with both feet, raised his hand and threw the ball, another direct smash.

Lan Ze Yumo smiled strangely, and took a small step back.

As soon as Fujiwara Ri saw her movements, she ran to the tennis ball desperately.

"What's going on, why do you need to go online."

"That's right, it's not easy to catch the smash ball at close range, right?" The onlookers discussed one after another.The loud whistle of the referee interrupted the noise in the stadium, and the atmosphere immediately became quiet.

Everyone focused their eyes on the court, and the referee loudly pronounced: "Ice Emperor Aizawa vs. Ice Emperor Fujiwara, the score is 4-0."

"It's not good, Xiaojing." Renzu regained his senses and looked at Atobe next to him, and there was no one on the chair there.He stared at someone who had threatened not to worry, and was standing by the wall of the arena, pressing one hand on the wall.

Saying don't worry about it is a lie.What an awkward little scene.

After the game started with Aizawa Yumo's small move, Fujiwara Ri seemed to have completely lost her judgment, and was always being held back to run in the opposite direction of the tennis ball landing.

Predicting the wrong ball, plus the physical exertion of running hard to catch the ball.Fujiwara Ri began to feel restless. Once his mood was unstable, the frequency of mistakes when catching the ball became higher.

"15-15."

"30-15."

"40-15."

"Score 5-0"

When Fujiwara exchanged courts, she knew that Atobe was standing by the wall behind the referee, but she didn't dare to look up at Atobe.Naturally, he couldn't see the worry in Atobu's eyes, not because she was worried that she would lose, but because she was worried that she would fall into self-loathing.

"Ice Emperor Fujiwara serves."

Fujiwara Ri jumped with both feet and jumped high.Throw the ball hard and swing the racket as hard as you can.The tennis ball spun quickly and flew towards Aozawa Yumo's left.

Aizawa Yumo watched with satisfaction that Fujiwara Ri's originally plain expression gradually became restless, and a sense of satisfaction welled up in her heart.It's the last round, and she doesn't need to save the little energy left.

He also returned the ball with great force, aiming at Ri Fujiwara's right hand holding the racket before and after hitting the net.

The ball hit the right wrist hard, and Fujiwara Ri let go of the pain.Following the force of the tennis ball, the racket was knocked into the air and hit the ground heavily.

"0-15."

"I didn't even win a game."

"That's all about strength."

The audience whispered their comments, but Fujiwara Ri remained silent and approached the tennis racket on the ground, bending down to pick it up.Pressing the white network cable with his right hand, it has become a little loose.

"Excuse me, referee, I would like to change the racket."

The referee nodded and agreed: "The game is suspended."

Fujiwara Ri bowed his head and walked into the bench where the racket was placed, and took out a new racket from the white tennis bag.Just when he was about to turn around and walk back to the arena, Atobe said in a calm voice: "Stand still."

The footsteps that had just stepped out obediently retracted, but Fujiwara Ri didn't dare to turn around and take a look at Atobu.

"Have you forgotten what I said when I trained with you?"

Fujiwara Ri listened silently, without any reaction.

"Calm down your mind first, and think about it." Atobe pursed his lips, looked at Fujiwara Ri who was still facing him with his head down, and added flatly: "Even if you lose, I still want to lose." your."

"I won't lose. You are mine." Fujiwara Ri murmured these two words before stepping back to the court.

Stabilize your emotions, carefully observe every move of your opponent, and then analyze it.

Fujiwara Ri silently recited what Atobe said when training with her before, threw the ball again, and hit it hard.

Habits are weaknesses that everyone has. In order to cover up the small habits that are formed inadvertently, everyone will use different deceptive actions.

But no matter how well you cover up, there will still be times when you will be exposed.

Fujiwara Ri concentrated on observing every movement of Lanzawa Yumo, and made a new judgment by comparing it with the movements of Lanzawa Yumo when he watched the game before.

"15-15."

"30-15."

"40-15."

"The score is 1:5."

"Haha, come on Xiaoli." Sakurai Azusa panted and ran to the court where Fujiwara Ri was, and unceremoniously pushed away Atobe who occupied the best position.

"Hello." Atobe glared at Sakurai Azusa displeased.

Sakurai Azusa didn't bother to react from the trace department, and continued to cheer for Fujiwara loudly: "Come on, come on! Stupid Xiaoli, come on!"

——"The score is 5:2."

——"The score is 5:3."

——"The score is 5:4."

The sudden reversal of the game aroused the enthusiasm of the crowd.Noisy discussions and cheering sounds mixed together, and Fujiwara Ri steadily grasped the strength control and angle operation of the swing.

Even though Lan Ze Yumo was angry, she had to panic and run back and forth on the court.The emotional changes of the two were completely reversed.

Fujiwara Ri saw that Lan Ze Yumo's physical strength had been roughly exhausted in the first few rounds, so she also slowed down at this moment.Alternate hitting with volleys and smashes.

After the whistle was loud and clear, the referee's verdict sounded: "In the semi-finals of the Tokyo Middle School Women's Tennis Tournament, Ice Emperor Aizawa will face Ice Emperor Fujiwara, and Ice Emperor Fujiwara will win."

"Wow! That's great." Sakurai Azusa jumped happily on the spot, reaching out to pull the sleeve of Atobe next to him: "Hey, did you see that?"

With a stern face, Atobe pulled the sleeves out of Sakurai Azusa's hand without responding.

"Brother Yu, Xiaoli is amazing."

"En." Fujiwara Yuu and Atobe nodded friendly, and turned to look at Fujiwara Ri who came from the court.

"elder brother."

"Good boy." Fujiwara Yu stretched out his hand and rubbed the hair on top of Fujiwara Ri's head: "Do you miss my brother?"

"Ah."

"Ahem." Ninzuzu pretended to cough a few times, attracting Fujiwara Ri's attention.Suggestive glances flicked to Atobe, who was standing on the other side of him.

Fujiwara Ri understood immediately and pulled Fujiwara Yuu's arm.Walking in front of Atobe, he half-raised his head and said seriously: "I won."

"Well, I saw it." The corners of Atobe's lips curled up slightly, and there was a gentle light flowing in his eyes.

"So you are mine."

Atobe did not argue with Fujiwara Ri on this topic, but simply responded.Then she looked at the stupid woman in front of her with a smile on her face, smiling happily at him, and she only saw him in her eyes.

The author has something to say: the competition is almost over here~(≧▽≦)/~ la la la

I don’t know if the writing is good or not for the first planning competition, if there are bugs, please remind me~=3=