Sports men will always fall in love with me

A drone flew not far away. It was not like the common models on the market. It was much simpler. It fluttered through the air and then fell on the path by the garden. Several of them were wearing thick lenses. The boys came rushing over yelling and gathered together to discuss something noisily.

But it was completely unnoticed by the audience beside the tennis court, and everyone's eyes only stayed on the fierce competition on the court.

In all fairness, this is a very exciting game, the sound of hitting the ball can be heard endlessly, the yellow ball shuttles between the rackets of both sides at an invisible speed, and the sound of breaking through the air can even be heard faintly, which makes the ignorant Qiyuan deer can't help but wonder The sport has generated more understanding.

Ninzu-kun is usually elegant and undisciplined, as if there is nothing worthy of his attention except beautiful women.

But standing on the court, he has a very charming fighting spirit and a strong desire to win. His expression is covered by the glasses, and his shoulder-length dark blue hair sways gently with the movement of hitting the ball.

But shouting out the name of his move while fighting back, isn't this really a scene that only appears in animation?

Just like now, Ninzu-kun, who has always been suave, said with relief: "You have made great progress, Yuta." Without hesitation, he hit back the high-speed spinning tennis ball and shouted, "The giant bear hits back! .”

"Is it because I haven't watched the game for too long?" Qi Yuanlu couldn't help asking himself.

But it was obvious that the girls around were all attracted by this scene, and they all stared at the players on the court and... Senior Atobe without blinking.

In less than 10 minutes, the referee announced the result of the game: "6-1, Ninazuki wins; 6-2, Xiang Ri wins."

The victorious Ninjazu and the pink-haired Xiangri-senpai shook hands with their opponents, walked to the side of the court and gave a high five.

Atobe-kun, who was sitting on the sidelines without saying a word, stood up smartly, raised the coat on his shoulders high, and was embraced by the tall bronze-skinned boy behind him, striding forward with long legs Walking down from the top, like a prince stepping down a spiral staircase, his voice was not loud but overwhelmed the noise: "Is it finally my turn to appear?"

As his voice fell, cheers erupted from the sidelines of the court.

He stood still on the side of the court, surrounded by a group of victorious tennis players spontaneously. He put his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, and his attitude was indescribably relaxed. With an arrogance that is not annoying: "If you want to challenge, go forward, don't let me down."

"The winner is Ice Emperor, the winner is Atobe..." The unanimous slogan resounded through the sky. That arrogant young man is the king of this territory. He manipulates people's emotions and makes people unconsciously behave as he wants make change.

Even Urushienka, who has never been interested in sports, was infected by the atmosphere of this moment, and couldn't help calling out his name, "Atobe".

Although she woke up in time and covered her mouth, "This atmosphere is really scary."

Holding the racket, Atobe seemed to enjoy the feeling of being sought after by others. After a while, he raised his palm high, gathered his three fingers together, and snapped his fingers. The air instantly calmed down, and he smiled arrogantly: " let's start."

If the previous game can be called a wonderful contest, then the scene in front of you can only be said to be crushing with absolute strength. The defeated players have been exhausted one after another in less than half an hour. pitch side.

And Mr. Atobe, who dealt with his opponent in one go, seemed to have just started warming up, and even his hair was not messed up.

His haughty blue eyes swept across the remaining players, and he walked slowly back to the sidelines, taking the water cup handed by the tall boy with ease, leaving only a haughty back view for the players and the crowd, he drank After getting into the water, he turned his head, revealing a three-dimensional side face like a work of art, "Although it has not met my expectations, it can be regarded as progress." There seemed to be a hint of relief in the nonchalant tone.

"The tennis club under the command of my uncle does not need weak people. You just need to remember that the winner is—"

"Ice Emperor!" Unanimous voices sounded together, with an invincible momentum like the ringing clouds.

Atobe's face finally showed a pure smile without a trace of contempt, and the afterglow of the sunset fell on his shoulders, like a statue in a temple stepping into the mortal world, "That's it, disband."

He put on his coat again, passed through the crowd like Moses dividing the sea, and left the field with his chosen players.

"Ahhh!" Meijia shook the lacquer garden deer's shoulders, showing an uncontrollable scream, her face flushed with excitement, as if she had met some great person, "I haven't seen you for a year, Atobe-senpai He is more attractive than before, really handsome, have you seen it!"

The Qiyuan deer's head swayed in response to her movements, and responded intermittently: "Yeah, I saw it."

With the departure of senior Atobe, who has attracted much attention, the crowd around the court also dispersed. Everyone was still immersed in the excitement after the match, chatting about the players in the tennis club.

"I can watch Atobe-kun's game again this year, and I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too! And everyone has been promoted to high school this year, so it must be stronger than last year."

"Haha, as Atobe-sama's support club, we can't show weakness, let everyone see our efforts!"

After watching the tennis game, Meijia finally came back to her senses, remembered her purpose, and brought Lacquer deer to the cheerleading training ground.

The cheerleading team trains in an indoor stadium a little far away from the tennis club. If the tennis club is a sport where boys gather, the cheerleading team is a sport where many girls gather. In the spacious stadium, all of them have good body proportions from the past. A girl with a sweet face.

Girls in cheerleading training wear tight tracksuits that go up to the navel, skirts with white stripes on a blue background, and white sports stockings that go to the knees.

With the dynamic music bouncing and dancing in the center of the stadium, waving blue and red flower balls in their hands, stretching their limbs like a swan, they are very youthful.

Meijia was obviously very familiar with this. She hummed a song, walked up to the girl who seemed to be the team leader, asked for a registration form, filled it out in a few clicks, and handed it back.

The song ended, but the crowd didn't disperse. The cheerleaders who performed put down the bouquet, took out a short metal stick like a clothes pole, and returned to the position just now.

Qiyuanlu looked at the metal sticks in the hands of the girls with curious eyes.

Meijia approached with a smile, and explained: "Everyone is making progress. Of course, our cheerleading team can't lag behind. This is the club dance that we only practiced successfully during this holiday."

"Stick dancing?"

"That's right, you'll know it when you look at it." Facing Qiyuanlu's puzzled expression, Meijia pretended to smile mysteriously, but didn't answer directly.

The music sounded in the gymnasium again. Compared with the intense and rhythmic music in the previous performance, this one seemed to be a soothing and beautiful piece of music that would be played during a lunch break.

The girls twirled smartly with the music, and the dancing sticks kept flipping in their hands, flying smoothly into the air and quickly falling back into their palms. The movements were smooth and graceful, without any sense of stagnation at all, as light and gentle as a flowing stream, calm and unhurried.

Qiyuanlu stared blankly at the flowing movements in front of him, and couldn't help muttering to himself: "It's like magic."

"That's right, I thought it was amazing when I saw it for the first time. This year, I will mainly train the club dance..." Meijia showed a proud expression like a little mouse who has stolen honey, "Are you interested now?"

"I'm very interested..." Qiyuanlu's tone was a rare joy. She seemed more excited than when she was watching the tennis match. "Please let me participate."

As soon as the words fell, Meijia had pulled Qiyuanlu and ran to the team leader girl, and Meijia's enthusiastic and lively voice sounded beside her, "Captain, sign up for her too!"

The author has something to say: It is always easy for seniors to write in the direction of middle school when they arrive at Atobe

毕竟是我的中二启蒙嘛感谢在2022-02-2100:24:48-2022-02-2200:13:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!