must love tennis

Early the next morning, when coach Ryuzaki announced the lineup to everyone, everyone including Ryoma looked as if he had seen hell.She only knew that she was assigned the first singles, but she never expected...

"Tezuka and I, doubles?"

Gan's mouth grew wide, and he was shocked by the development of reality beyond the data. After "this, that, that" for a long time, he laughed stiffly: "Once you accept such a setting—it doesn't seem too bad, does it?"

Everyone looked at it, and silently wiped off the cold sweat: Come on, data frame, is it okay?If Tezuka was around, it should be...

Surprised, they didn't have much doubt about the coach's arrangement.

The matchup list is based on the possible combinations and playing order of the players on both sides. It must be the best solution that can be thought of so far.

With an order, everyone set off for the competition venue.

The venue of the semi-finals was changed to Arena's indoor stadium, and the scene looked completely different.The central court is surrounded by [-] seats. Playing a game, you can enjoy the focus of much attention, which is full of style.

However, it is only the semi-finals now. Although the number of spectator seats is considerable, there are not many actual spectators.Apart from the players from both teams, there are only a few passers-by from other schools, and the players from the schools that were eliminated before, if they are interested, they will also come to watch the game.

When it came to the finals, with the increased publicity, the place was almost full.

We are full of confidence in this.

The first person to play, Bu Er stretched out his hand to flick the tennis line, and blocked the sunlight pouring down from his head with the other hand, and said, "It's windy."

"Oh, are you coming out, wind magician!" Horio and the others were excited.

"Magician?" Ryoma was puzzled, "Don't you have to be 25 years old?"

A sudden voice came from behind: "Hey, is the point wrong?!"

"Oh," Taocheng said excitedly, hammering his palms, "This rant is in the right direction!"

and many more……

They turned their heads and saw that it was indeed a big professional complainer, and he was a forbearer.

The silver-gray team uniform that Ice Empress chose to wear with the so-called "elegant and noble" temperament was quite inconspicuous hidden in the auditorium. If he hadn't held back, maybe they wouldn't have discovered it so quickly.

"Hey, you guys are here too..."

"Is it just the two of you?" Kikumaru looked around, seemingly disappointed, "Hey, where's Atobe?"

Shishido pulled his ball cap and turned his head: "Huh, who knows. Maybe it was too ostentatious wearing that thing, but ended up being blocked by the girls? Tsk tsk, it's really embarrassing."

Everyone: "..."

Is this also OK? !

As expected of you, Keigo Atobe.

……

At the same time, outside the arena, in the outdoor tennis court [-] meters away, the atmosphere of the ongoing semi-final was obviously much colder.Although there are not many cheerleaders in the auditorium, but...

"Why can't we play in the arena? It's too biased!" Fumta Marui complained while chewing gum.

"Maybe we think we're using up too much time, so just use a court to make do with it." Nioh replied lazily.

Winning all three games, this is a record they have been proud of since the regional competition.

——The only exception was broken by Qingxue.

The third singles game lost at that time was the beginning of the turning point.

Kirihara Chiya suddenly shuddered at this time, looked up at his seniors: "What, what's going on, the atmosphere is suddenly different?"

"Ah, because, everyone is very worried about you." King Ren said slowly, showing a meaningful smile.

"Eh?"

Kirihara was at a loss, trying to blink his eyes.

no?It was so sudden that he was flattered...

He looked at Minister Yukimura who was sitting on the instructor's seat, and the latter just smiled at him calmly.

"Kirihara," Sanada asked suddenly, "where did you go last night?"

"Ah, this!" His body stiffened suddenly, and the third graders immediately grasped the opening.

Unlike Qingxue, Li Haida finished the competition neatly before it rained the day before, and didn't delay until the next day, that is to say, they had an extra day off.

Sanada also followed Yukimura to watch Seigaku's last few games, and witnessed the birth of the cat ears... Uh, unfortunately, it was the birth of the cat ear track club.

At that time, Kirihara and others stayed behind to continue practicing.It was rare that he was so honest and didn't clamor to go to the Longma game, which surprised everyone. Who would have thought that when the ministers came back, they found that he had disappeared, leaving behind a group of Li Haida's backup training partners, who were dumbfounded at each other on the court.

"I... I left only after the training mission was over." Kirihara broke into a cold sweat slightly, swallowed his saliva, his eyes flickering not too clearly, "Seniors can testify for me!"

"So, where have you been?" Liu asked.

"Of course I went to find... her." Halfway through Kirihara's words, his momentum completely disappeared, and his voice was so weak that it was almost undetectable.

"..."

"You actually..." Marui Bunta glanced away from the corner of his eye, carefully swallowed his saliva, and was momentarily at a loss for words.

Liu Sheng raised his eyebrows.

"Confession before the game, it's really nothing new."

"Hey!"

Looking at the junior who suddenly blushed, he was indeed exposed.Kuwahara rubbed his messy head sympathetically: "Anyway, it's good to have this kind of ambition—hmm, under the eyes of the deputy minister, courage is commendable!"

Sanada sneered, making Kirihara tremble in fright.

"No, can't it be..." He tried to take a tougher posture, but when he thought of Minister Yukimura watching over there, he felt guilty.

"So, what's the result?" Fumta Marui blew out a bubble.

As soon as he mentioned this, his arrogant kelp head drooped even more: "Probably, it was rejected..."

Not entirely hopeless though.

At least, you can start with dating!

"..."

Kuwahara silently repeated in his heart, really, courage is commendable.

Sanada said indifferently: "Understood. Now - let's play!"

On the surface he was indifferent, but his aura had completely cooled down. Kirihara bit the bullet and followed behind the deputy minister, and walked to the front of the net, still beating his heart.

Li Haida's opponent is Nagoya Xingtoku from Aichi Prefecture. After entering the semi-finals, all of them suddenly changed into a group of brand new faces.

They are all tall and strong foreign students studying abroad.Standing in a row on the opposite side of the field, no matter how you look at it, it is out of place.

The method of "foreign aid" or "naturalized players" at the middle school tennis conference is enough to make people jaw-dropping.

Liu Sheng pushed his glasses: "So that's the case, did you take out a big killer at the critical moment?"

"Interesting, ha ha." King Ren whistled.

They looked at Yukimura together.

Yukimura got up, his coat fluttered with the wind, and he smiled warmly: "I don't need to say more?"

Everyone understood, Nioh patted Kirihara on the shoulder: "Have you heard that, kelp head—"

"Hey, don't call me that!"

"Turn grief into strength, boy," Nioh sighed in an exaggerated tone, "Go, beat them to tears!"

……

Whether the foreign students of Nagoya Xingde were beaten and cried is temporarily unknown to everyone in the Arena Arena.

The team members of Qingxue looked at Bu Er who came down from the field, sat down on the chair, put a towel on their heads and did not speak or move again.

On the other side, the atmosphere of Sitianbao Temple is still so cheerful and carefree.

While tightening the loose bandages on his hands again, Baishi sighed slightly, as if he was quite lucky to be reborn after the catastrophe, and sighed: "The opponent is really formidable, but luckily I am superior - hey, it is indeed me. "

"Almost lost, right?" The team members complained unceremoniously.

"But—it's still very good, well done!"

Taocheng looked at them, scratched his hair, really...

The captain of the Sitianbao Temple is completely another extreme compared to the skilled Buer - he doesn't have any special tricks or nirvana, and relies entirely on the simplest and simplest style of play to create Create your own perfect tennis ball, the "Bible".

It seems that the most direct attack is the most effective in the face of "fancy" skills.

Everyone sighed and looked at Bu Er worriedly.

He tried his best to fight back, but he was still cracked one by one by the opponent, and the score was once overtaken and then recovered... a loss.

The first defeat in the individual competition might be a big blow to him.

No one dared to rush up to comfort her.Several people exchanged glances, and finally looked at Ryoma.

Just now at the end of the game when the score was 5-0 behind, she jumped directly into the court to wake up Fuji.

Although that might not be the "correct" way, at least it worked. It cheered up the once shaken Fuji, and strengthened his belief: "I really... still don't want to lose."

"But there's nothing you can do now, right?" Horio held his chest in fear and thought, because now he really lost.

If it was Ryoma, would there be any special way?

A few first graders still looked at their ace with hope.

However, it seems that Ryoma is at a loss for the first time in the face of such a reality.

Receiving hints and encouragement from everyone's eyes, she walked over hesitantly, not knowing whether to sit down next to her, she bent down, her buttocks touched the chair, and then lifted it up again, and finally just sat on the armrest, crooked. He turned his head as if to see the expression on the face under the towel at this moment.

She asked, "Did you cry?"

"..."

Absolutely wrong? !

Everyone roared and screamed in their hearts, and one hundred thousand alpacas galloped wildly on the prairie.

This is completely adding insult to injury, adding insult to injury, and adding fuel to the fire! ——Sure enough, she is completely unsuitable for comforting others!

Kawamura couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to go to bring Ryomara back, but was blocked by Tezuka's raised hand.

Unexpectedly, although Fuji still didn't answer, when Ryoma turned around to leave, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

……what?

She froze for a moment and looked back.

Are the shoulders under the towel shaking?Or... an illusion?

Ryoma couldn't make an accurate judgment, and couldn't explain the complicated emotions in his heart. He could only feel the firm force on his wrist, and the sweat that hadn't been wiped off remained on his warm palm, sticking to his skin wetly.

Even at this moment, in this state, Fuji still did not lose control.His strength was just right, just enough to enclose her range of motion.

Ryoma didn't feel any pain from his wrist, but it vaguely seemed like some kind of unbreakable connection.She hesitated, sat down on the seat next to Fuji, and let him hold her hand.

If you need comfort, I can also lend you my shoulder.Ryoma said silently.

But she thought, Senior Fuji should not be so fragile.

Standing up again in a desperate situation, not everyone can achieve such courage and determination.

At that moment, a strong desire to win the game erupted in him, and Ryoma could feel it more clearly than anyone else.

At this moment, she seemed to hear a very soft sentence, like an illusion...or maybe it was just an illusion.

"Ryoma, I won't lose again."