I want to stay with you till the end

Kirihara Chi also watched in disbelief as the tennis ball that was hit behind him slowly rolled to his feet.

He didn't even see how the opponent served the ball, the tennis ball was behind him. He still remembered the sharp wind of the tennis ball passing by his ears, but he couldn't see where the ball was.

When he saw the tennis ball, it was already behind him.

A low "Thank you."

The feeling of losing... I'm really not reconciled!

Kirihara Chiya's eyes had turned back to normal black, and he responded sullenly: "Thank you for what? Thank you for losing."

The red-haired girl named Xiang Ri Dong Jin walked around the net and walked to his side, her voice was no longer as cold and harsh as before, but as warm and soft as peach blossoms in spring: "Didn't I say it before, It's stupid, but I'm touched."

"What's the use of being moved, if you lose, you lose!" Kirihara Chi scratched his curly hair unhappy, "Are you the ice emperor's?"

"The third year of the Ice Emperor, to the end of winter."

"Then, senior must be a very good person in the ice emperor's tennis club!" Li Hai University's women's tennis team is also very good, maybe the next time you watch a women's tennis match with the girls from the women's tennis team , you can see that this is the end of winter.

As a result, Kirihara Chi also heard a sentence that he couldn't understand.

"I didn't join the tennis club."

Kirihara Chi also stared at this warmly smiling senior with wide eyes, how could it be possible, such a good tennis player is not a member of the tennis club!

"Why! Is it because Hyotei's women's tennis is too weak, or is it too strong for you to join, or..." Chirihara scratched his curly hair, making countless assumptions.

Just when Dong Jin was about to come up with the reason she had used for a long time to answer, her right wrist was suddenly clenched by a big hand!

Looking at this scene from a distance, Xiang Riyue could not care about the pain in his ankle, and shouted: "Hey Atobe! Why are you harboring ill intentions towards Dongjin! Let go!"

Keigo Atobe strode into the field with long legs, his eyes were as deep as waves.

Looking at his right wrist being firmly held by Keigo Atobe, Xiang Ridong felt a little uneasy in his heart, Keigo Atobe's eyes... seemed to be able to see through everything!

Because of playing hard just now, his right wrist has started to hurt. To be able to endure this pain and speak normally is already Xiang Ridongjin's limit.At this time, under the grip of Keigo Atobe, the painful wrist felt like it was about to be broken!

Keigo Atobe held her wrist tightly, getting tighter and tighter!

At first, he just frowned, but as his strength grew stronger, Xiang Ridong finally screamed out when he couldn't take it anymore.

"In the eyes of my uncle, no hidden dangers can escape. Do you still want to hide something, huh?" Keigo Atobe held her wrist tightly, the tear mole in the corner of his eye was gorgeous and seductive, and he couldn't resist staring at her .

"So that's the real reason." No wonder he couldn't compromise to enter the tennis club even though he saw his younger brother in such pain. It wasn't because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't!

"Sure enough, he was seen through." Xiang Ridong squeezed out a smile.

At this time, everyone watching the Ice Emperor entered the stadium one after another.Although his right ankle was injured, Xiang Riyueren still staggered to Xiang Ri Dongjin's side, and pushed aside Atobe Jingwu holding Dongjin's hand with one hand, with an expression of an old hen protecting a chick, "Atobe , you don’t want to think about the end of winter.”

"Ah?" Atobe Keigo put away the deep eyes just now, and caressed the tear mole in the corner of his eyes as if nothing happened, "You can only hold back and make up your mind, can't I?"

"Yushi! What did you do to Dongjin!" Xiang Riyue immediately blew hair at Ninzu Yushi.

"It's just looking at her with charming and charming eyes every time."

Ninja Yuuji glanced at the furious Mugahiyake, and shrugged helplessly, "Atobe, when did you learn to gossip like this."

Xiang Ridong shrank his right hand as much as possible.

She couldn't hide it anymore, and she didn't intend to keep hiding it from Yue Ren for the rest of her life, it was just hard to tell.Now that it has been exposed, let her speak out.

Xiang Ridongjin walked over and pulled Akaya Kirihara, whose limbs were in pain, and smiled: "You said you are a sophomore at Likai University?"

"Kirhara Chiya!" Kirihara Chiya hastily added his name.

"Li Hai is in Kanagawa, right? You and Yueren should go to the hospital in Tokyo together." Xiang Ridong squeezed Kirihara Akaya's hands with a slight frown, "It must be painful, but I used [-]% of the time. I hit it with ten strength."

"It just so happens that I don't know the way, so let's go!" Kirihara Chiya smiled happily.

"Ah, by the way, Senior Xiang Ri, what was the name of that invisible serve you just had?" Kirihara Akari also had a curious expression of "I really want to know".

Xiang Ridong frowned, "I didn't name it..." Of all her balls, only one "Yueli" was named for fun and to confuse the opponent. Looking at Kirihara Akaya with a face of "how is that possible?" Xiang Ridong smiled with squinted eyes, "Then call it an 'invisible serve'!"

Another named trick!

Everyone twitched the corners of their mouths, the naming of the nirvana can be so simple and random.

At this time, Keigo Atobe exuded the majesty of an emperor, and said in a deep voice: "Xiang Ridong, do you want to just abolish your wrist like this, ah?"

"Destroy?!"

Everyone was shocked.

×××

There was a sudden knock on the door.

The red-haired girl sitting by the window watching from afar said in a deep voice, "Come in."

The tall female coach walked up to the red-haired girl, walking lightly as if afraid of waking up something.

"There is still one week to the final, your right hand... let's give up."

The red-haired girl didn't speak.

The hospital ward was as quiet as if there was no one there.

Half an hour passed.

"But, we've reached this point, and we're still one step away from winning the championship." The red-haired girl's low voice seemed to be tensed.

"With your right hand, even if you participate in the competition, you may not be able to win the championship. This time, the opponent in the final is not an easy character. He is also a player who has not lost in Alaska, and... is a strong player." Tall The female coach took out a document from her bag, handed it to the red-haired girl, frowned and said in a low voice, "The chance of winning the championship is very small, and maybe your right hand will be disabled."

The red-haired girl flipped through the documents with her uninjured left hand. What is amazing is that her proficiency in turning pages with her left hand makes one wonder if she is left-handed.

"These days...I have been practicing my left hand, reading, writing, dressing, and swinging my racket." The red-haired girl looked down at the information that the coach handed her, as if finally unable to hold back. A little choked up, "The doctor told me today that if I forcefully play tennis, this hand will no longer be able to touch the racket."

"But... I really want to win the championship, I really want to win this game. Maybe it's just an ordinary game, but I don't allow myself to lose. Even if it's because of an injury, I don't allow myself to lose." The red-haired girl choked.

"In the future, I can be a reporter, a translator, a teacher, or a coach, but I'm still a tennis player, so I can't allow failures." The red-haired girl bowed her head, her long red hair Her hair covered her expression, and she could only see her fingertips trembling slightly on the photos of the finalists.

"Please the coach allow me to participate in this game. I will go through the discharge procedures tomorrow. Please tell the media that I have recovered and can play."

The tall female coach frowned even deeper, "Obviously your right hand..."

"How do you know if you haven't tried it?" The red-haired girl raised her head, her big eyes with single eyelids were moist, but no tears fell down. "Instead of abstaining from the game before the game, it is better to give it a go. If you are on the field, I really can't continue the game, I will take the initiative to apply for a waiver."

Then, leave this world, win or lose.

A few days later, major newspapers reported one after another that the injured right hand of the little red-haired witch who was hit in the semi-finals had healed, and she declared that she would fight to the death with a player from Alaska who also had an undefeated record. Will the undefeated myth end here?