Yukimura, danger!

"Mikami, do you... really know how to play tennis?" Yukimura became more and more curious.

Mei Kami Hidezao's eyes turned to the other party's childish face, as if seeing Yukimura ten years later through the 12-year-old boy.

There was a time when he could be counted as a die-hard fan of Yukimura Seiichi after his debut.

As the most mysterious godfather in the world, Meishang Hidezao never misses every open game video of the opponent when he is free. Even Yukimura himself may not know his style of play and every habit better than him.

He smiled gently and said, "Although I haven't tried it, I am confident."

On the open-air tennis court, Kifune Yuichi was elected as the representative of the loser group to face off.

Last summer, Kifune Yuichi, who was only a sophomore in middle school at that time, had already played in the national competition as the third singles.In terms of singles strength, even Minister Sai may not be sure that he can beat him.

On the other end, Yukimura handed over his light blue tennis racket to the other party, Meishang recalled the other party's racket holding posture, and held the brown handle.

"Hey, the grip is pretty standard! Meishang might really win." Marui carefully noticed the opponent's oriental grip.

"Come on." Yukimura said to him.

Meishang Xiuzao nodded, and went onto the court holding the racket.

"Even if you have supernatural strength, but strength is not enough in tennis. If you lose, how about apologizing to the members of our loser group?" Kibune Yuichi boldly provoked.

Meishang nodded, "If you can beat me, you can do anything."

Guichuan served, however, just as he made a swing, Meishang Xiuzao's brain had already analyzed the opponent's final intention, moved quickly two steps in advance, and waited behind the baseline.

Sure enough, the serve was sent out in his direction, Meishang's eyes became fierce, she pulled the racket back with her right hand, and after the tennis ball bounced quickly on the ground, she returned the serve with a crisp forehand topspin.

The yellow lightning precisely passed through the opponent who wanted to fight back, landed in the boundary, and then popped out of the bottom line.

"0-15, mikami!"

Seeing Meishang's sharp style of play, everyone showed a surprised expression.

Marui's bubble exploded and his face was covered with a paste, "Is this someone who has never played tennis?"

"Regardless of consciousness, footwork, or the rhythm of returning the ball, they are all controlled precisely and concisely, as if they have been practiced thousands of times or tens of thousands of times." Liu Lian'er opened her eyes in disbelief.

"Totally...without a single unnecessary movement." Sanada was also very surprised.

Thinking of the strange feeling when Mikami took the racket from his hand just now, Yukimura believed that the other party was indeed playing for the first time, "Mikami won't lie."

"The first ball might just be a coincidence!" Gui Chuan comforted himself, and sent another heavy ball.

Meishang Xiuzao once again displayed her terrifying calculation ability. After arriving at the landing point ahead of time, she bent her knees and turned sideways. When the tennis ball bounced, she hit a backhand volley again.

The tennis ball made a sharp hiss that cut through the air, and landed at the opponent's feet through a half-arc.

Leaves and dust were flying in the air, and everyone couldn't recover for a while because of this beautiful counterattack.

"If this level of tennis is a beginner, then maybe I'm not suitable for tennis." Yagyu Hiroshi firmly believes that Meishang Shuzao has definitely practiced in private.

However, Nioh next to him dragged his chin and felt a bit of disobedience, "No, maybe...he is really a beginner, just relying on his speed and strength to imitate someone's movements."

"Imitation?" Liu Lian'er looked at the field in surprise, Meishang, who was moving fast, did feel a familiar feeling.

In the second game, after Meishang Xiuzao served, this familiar feeling became even more obvious.

Yukimura's eyes gradually became serious.

When the score reached 2-0, I thought that Guichuan was about to lose like this. Unexpectedly, in the next game, Guichuan suddenly made a serve error and looked at his right hand in surprise.

"This is the end of the game." Yukimura suddenly stopped the game from continuing, "There is no need to continue."

The members of the loser group bowed their heads in frustration. Everyone could see that Yukimura just wanted to save the last bit of face for the third graders. If the score was 6-0, then maybe your ship would be punished because of such punishment. Hit and retreat!

"Destroy the five senses?!" Guizhou belatedly realized that the touch of his right hand had been deprived by the opponent just now. If Yukimura hadn't stopped the game in time, he might have to face the fear of losing all five senses.

"This morning's training is over. Let's go to the cafeteria first." Yukimura said to the other members gathered outside the venue.

Not far away, Keigo Atobe frowned watching the suspension of the game, and his gaze stayed on Meishang Xiuzao for a second, which immediately attracted the opponent's vigilant attention.

After the eyes of the two met, Atobe showed an interested smile, turned and left.

Even though they only glanced at each other, Meishang Xiuzao knew that the other party's observation ability had recognized her.

But now, without thinking about it, he was stopped by Yukimura.

"Mikami, stay here, I have something to say."

Meishang Hidezao looked over unexpectedly, Yukimura's eyes were calm, and there was nothing unusual about it.

After seeing other people leaving in twos and threes, Meishang rushed to say to him before the other party could speak: "I'm sorry, if I caused you trouble, I won't be rude to seniors in the future."

"No, that's not what I meant to say."

Yukimura interrupted his apology, "Mikami's tennis is imitating me, right?"

"Yeah." Meishang Xiuzao did not deny this point, as long as Yukimura stopped a little later, probably everyone will see the situation where your five senses are completely lost!

Yukimura sighed, it was not obvious before, until now, he has finally realized that he can use life-and-death training to a group of ordinary people, and deprive others of their five senses without any psychological burden. It should be said that Meishang Xiuzao is actually a People who are more indifferent and alienated than themselves!

However, this indifferent person will worry about causing trouble to himself and apologize and reflect on himself, so he is the only one who is different!

In the past, although Yukimura had a vague understanding, he didn't know why, but after seeing Hidemoka Meikami imitating his back, and some extremely subtle movements, Seiichi Yukimura finally understood the reason.

"Mikami, you...do you also have memories of parallel time and space, is that so?"

Yukimura suspects that the other party also has the memory of parallel time and space. If this is the case, it can be explained that the person Meishang Hidezao imitates is Yukimura Seichi, but it is not the current self, but the one he saw in parallel time and space. Yukimura.

This also shows that he formed such a cold character after experiencing many dark encounters.

Foretelling the future and bringing it to Yukimura

Not only the luck of being able to avoid bad things early, but also the deep-rooted sense of loneliness. Except for himself, no one knows what the world will become. He has always thought so;

However, now it seems that there is another one like him, suffering from unknown loneliness and pressure, accompanying him to move forward, and they understand each other.

Yukimura felt lucky.

However, when he heard his question, Meishang Xiuzao did not answer him, but looked at him complicatedly.

Being watched by such penetrating orange eyes, this kind of thing has almost never happened even after being together in Sanctuary for two years, Yukimura's cheeks began to feel strangely hot, just when he was about to lose his temper When the expression was suppressed, the other party finally spoke.

"Yukimura, your life, don't be trapped by anyone's future." Meishang Xiuzao walked up to him and explained gently, "You haven't sorry anyone."

Yukimura understood that the other party wanted to comfort him, but he showed a self-deprecating smile, "When I first knew the future, I had the idea of ​​saving Meishang, but I am obviously not the savior, and I will do nothing to you I understand, but it's ridiculous to have such naive thoughts? So, Mikami is now... not in danger, right?"

What happened to the former Meishang Xiuzao?Yukimura Seichi wanted to know very much, but he knew better that the worse the other party experienced, the more he would not be able to say a word.

This is his dignity, and Yukimura Seiichi, who is in parallel time and space, is just a passer-by who provided a little warmth and help in the other party's life for a short time.

Meishang Xiuzao was also touched by his own safety that he never forgot. He turned his head and replied with a guilty conscience: "Thank you, I'm fine."

It seemed that a problem that had been worrying for a long time was finally solved, and Yukimura's mood suddenly relaxed. He finally didn't have to worry about his friend being in danger at a certain moment of his negligence.

"So, does Meishang really have no other purpose for the training plan of the seniors in the third grade? Could it be because of me that they tripped the seniors?" Yukimura looked at him suspiciously.

"Maybe!" Meishang Xiuzao walked towards the cafeteria confidently with her hands behind her back.

Yukimura smiled helplessly, and chose to turn a blind eye to his friend's willfulness and indulge, he believed that the other party still had a sense of proportion.

That night, Meishang Xiuzao didn't go too far at the beginning. However, that night, he took all the members of the loser group with lead weights tied to their legs, and ran all over the mountain.

The wailing from the forest lasted for a long time.

It wasn't until midnight that the members of the loser group returned to the room with mournful faces and devastated faces, even murmuring "the devil" in their dreams.

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, I will tell you: Mikami's Choice——The Great Crisis of Atobe!

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