[Net King] My bad student

"The end of the game, Echizen Ryoma, 6-4"

"Yeah~~!!"

"Echizen~~~~~~~"

"Qingxue won!"

"..." Qingxue won?The unconscious Kirihara moved his finger, Seigaku won...?Kirihara felt that he was completely in a suspended darkness, unable to see everything around him clearly, and the sound of the outside world was getting farther and farther away from him, becoming more and more blurred, and he could only lie helplessly in the darkness, but unexpectedly he could see Clear everything up.

'Why, Qingxue won, didn't he even have the courage to wake up? 'The face of the devil Chiya appeared beside him.

'Devil Chiya! Kirihara could only turn his eyes and gritted his teeth to see the demon Chiya sitting next to him.

'Don't look at me like that either. 'The devil Chiya said and also imitated Kirihara, lying side by side, looking at the dark sky.

"Qingxue won..." Tears rolled down the corners of Kirihara's eyes and fell into his hair.

In reality, Nioh sat quietly next to Kirihara, gently wiped away tears for Kirihara, looked up at the sky, and the cheers around him became naked irony.

'Get up, it's not your style to stay unconscious. ' said the demon Chiya and pulled Kirihara up.

'What the hell are you? '

'You are right, I am you. The demon Chi also laughed, but after thinking about it carefully, he said, "To put it mildly, I'll be your second personality. To put it bluntly, I'm just a violent product of your inability to control your emotions. If you can control If I live, I'm not sure I can still evolve, hahahaha. '

'Evolution.......' Kirihara Black Line, Digimon?

'Okay, it's time for you to wake up, you don't just want your seniors to face failure, do you? ' Demon Chi also said and pushed Kirihara.

'.......' Kirihara staggered, turned around and looked, the demon Chiya turned his back to him, wiped his pocket with one hand and waved his hand casually, Kirihara smiled, and walked in the opposite direction.

"...uh" Kirihara squinted his eyes to adapt to the sudden light, his sight gradually became clear, and what caught his eyes was Nioh's smiling face.

"I woke up just in time~ Okay, is there any other discomfort?"

"..." Kirihara shook his head silently, he was a little dazed, because it was the first time he saw Nioh's gentle smile, it was not a yuppie, the water in his eyes was rippling, and it would shatter with one blow look.

"Then, get up, it's time for the awards ceremony." Nioh said and carefully helped Kirihara up.

"Yes."

The competition is all over, Qingxue is first and Lihai University is second.

Sanada took the silver medal, turned to look at Yukimura, Yukimura looked at Kirihara, and everyone at Likai University looked at Kirihara.

"Akaya, I'll leave the Tachikai Tennis Club to you." Yukimura handed the medal to Kirihara as he said, and gently rubbed Kirihara's hair.

"Minister." Kirihara cried uncontrollably.

"Why are you crying, little fool." Yukimura smiled and hugged Kirihara.

"Chi Ye, the seniors are about to graduate, and Li Hai will leave it to you." Lian Er said and patted Kirihara's head.

"Chiye, don't relax."

"Akaya~" Marui also hugged Kirihara who was crying.

"Akaya, it's up to you next year." Kuwahara Okirihara nodded.

"Chiya, the seniors will come to see you." Liu Sheng pushed his glasses.

"Chi Ye, come on!" King Ren gave Chi Ye a thumbs up with a smile.

"senior......."

.......

.......

Time passed like this, Kirihara looked at the empty tennis court, and suddenly felt that he was separated from his seniors just like yesterday.

Kirihara went to the locker room of the tennis club to change clothes alone, looking at a folded piece of clothing and other items in the closet, Kirihara's eyes were a little moist again.

The coat of the minister, the hat of Vice Minister Sanada, the data of Renji-senpai, the flower of Nioh-senpai, the glasses of Yagyu-senpai, the bubble gum of Marui-senpai, and the wristband of Kuwahara-senpai.

Put on your own clothes, take a tennis racket and step into the tennis court. All the team uniforms are signed by the seniors themselves, and they also place their expectations on themselves.

'Bang, bang, bang...' He hit the ball sent by the machine powerfully one by one, and the empty stadium seemed extremely lonely.

"Senior Kirihara, let me practice with you."

"Huh?" Kirihara looked at the person who appeared, it was the junior who lent him the clothes that day, Ozawagawa.

"It's summer vacation now, and there's no one in the school. I thought Kirihara-senpai must be here." Ozawagawa said while taking off his coat, took out a tennis racket, walked to the opposite side of Kirihara, and stood up.

"Oh, good." Kirihara said, throwing the ball and swinging his racket.

'bang'

"Senior is really amazing!" Xiao Zechuan smiled and looked at the ball that landed quickly.

"15-0" Kirihara said and served again, the speed of the ball was slower than at the beginning.

"Hey! Senior, this is water!" Ozawa said and hit the ball back.

"You can't get into a tennis club with this level of skill." Kirihara shot back.

"Well! I will definitely work hard!" The ball was hit back again.

"Then work hard!" Kirihara reached the ball's landing position ahead of time, swung his racket, and the ball quickly made a bend and landed powerfully on Ozawagawa's backcourt.

"Wow, Kirihara-senpai, you are so amazing!"

"Ah, seniors, look at that ball just now..." Kirihara and Ozawagawa's voices sounded at the same time, Kirihara's smile froze, looking at the empty tennis court in front of him, there was something indescribable in his heart bitter.

"Senior..." Ozawagawa murmured softly, looking at Kirihara with his back turned to him, his thin body seemed so helpless.

"It's okay, let's continue, hahaha..." Kirihara took out the ball and served it, his eyes were a little confused.

only.......

I am alone.

The author has something to say:

Only little kelp is left alone, huh huh...