must love tennis

When Genichiro Sanada walked outside the court, the battle situation came to an end temporarily. Through the barbed wire, he clearly saw a group of people stumbling around on the ground.

Atobe impatiently ordered Huadi to drag down his second grader and throw him by the door: "Tsk, it's useless, it seems that I still have to do it myself."

Sanada entered the court and sat down directly on the coaching bench. Atobe glanced at him from the corner of his eye, said nothing, threw his coat to the side of the bench, picked up the racket and walked forward.

...Just relying on instinct, have you defeated all these players?

Sanada was slightly surprised, without saying a word, and looked at the teenagers at his feet.

They were all blushing from the fight, and after losing the battle, they were all very depressed.And Gan, who sneaked out of the hospital after Guangrong was injured, is trying his best to sell them "dry juice that can restore energy", but Taocheng and Haitang try their best to dissuade them.

Only Ajiujin was leaning against the door with his arms folded and his legs leaning on an upside-down tennis racket. His expression was not as fierce as before, but rather calm.

Sanada didn't doubt it, he would burst into laughter in the next second, and walk away gracefully.

But he's still here, waiting...

Do you want to witness some miracle?

After a round of fighting, Ryoma only rested for less than 10 minutes. Holding the grape soda Katsuro graciously bought for her, she drank more than half of it and let out a comfortable breath.

Even the way he drinks water is much more cute than usual.

She took off her ball cap and wiped the sweat from her forehead, brushed her sticky bangs aside casually, and put it on again.There was still a blush on her fair cheeks, and her eyes were sparkling, full of fighting spirit.

Compared with boys of the same age, Ryoma's physical fitness has an inherent disadvantage, but it is not irreparable. Even Sanada, who has always disagreed with it, has to admit that she has basically erased this difference now.

And more importantly, she has this super resilience.

——I was able to play a tie-break with Atobe for a few hours the day before, and the next day I was able to compete with Kintaro Toyama in a "one-goal win" for nearly an hour, and even blow up the arena... up.

That's right, "explode" in the physical sense.

Sanada remembered the scene when they first met in the gymnasium, not only felt ashamed of the "contempt" in his heart for judging people by their appearance.He thought to himself that if Ryoma focused on the path of swordsmanship, it would not be impossible to become the number one swordsman in the world.

And during the three days of the suspension, Longma didn't rest, and rushed to the mountains to practice non-stop, and didn't come back until yesterday.How is your practice? ——Is she really determined to challenge Yukimura one-on-one?

Sanada had a glimmer of expectation for this result.

Ryoma didn't keep Atobe waiting for long, put the remaining soda on the chair, patted his calf, and walked up.

Her steps were steady but not heavy. Obviously, the previous exhaustion did not make her feel too tired, and she had recovered her strength after a short rest.

"Ryoma, come on!" The trio began to shout and cheer.

"I've almost remembered it, it's just a little bit close, you have to believe in yourself, it's definitely possible!"

Ryoma's face was calm.

In the past, she was always full of confidence, but after losing her memory, she had a blank and innocent expression, and sometimes she was slightly uneasy because of other people's reactions.But now, this green and immature feeling has also disappeared from her face, replaced by a restrained calm.

She seemed to be thinking about something, and slowly walked in front of Atobe.

Atobe's gaze was locked on Ryoma, and after a while, the corners of his lips gradually curled up, and he smiled with satisfaction: "It's finally a bit decent. Little girl, are you ready?"

……

When Atobe came up, he attacked mercilessly, the aura of ice was fully spread out, and his insight without dead ends almost instantly nailed the petite girl to the sharp ice.

Ryoma lost his balance trying to catch the ball that was destined to miss, fell to the ground again, and got up again.Sweat dripped from her cheeks, moistening the surface of her tightly pressed lips, making the blood more apparent.

She wiped it off sloppily and grabbed the racket again.

"It's so strong...it's so powerful!" The light in her eyes didn't seem to go out at all, but became brighter and brighter, making one feel like seeing a ball of fire.

Burning fiercely like the sun.

Sanada watched intently, and heard a little movement at his feet, and paid attention to it. Fuji Yuta got up from the ground with his arms supported, and sat against the barbed wire.

Looking at the running figure in the field, he murmured unconsciously: "This is really a... monster."

As if opening the realm of selflessness, Ryoma freely absorbed the abilities of others, and once again found the key to deal with the world of ice without a teacher:

"If you can't catch the ball in the dead corner, then let you not hit it in the dead corner."

Sanada's eyes froze, and he thought for a moment that Tezuka, who was standing opposite him, challenged him two hours ago, and calmly replied: "If you can't catch the ball, you won't catch it."

Is it the inspiration I got from this child, no, it should be... so I strengthened my willpower?

Such an opponent is indeed the most terrifying.

Sanada looked at his knees that were still a little sore, and subconsciously held down his legs, feeling very complicated.He had a hunch that Yukimura's match today would not be so easy to deal with.

"Score!" Horio cheered loudly, hugging the two of them from left to right.

Ibu Fukaji muttered: "Is it Tezuka's domain? No, it's not..."

Right now, Ryoma doesn't know anything about Tezuka's domain, she just swings her racket subconsciously, and the familiar feeling she found in countless contests with her father and brothers emerges from her limbs, allowing her to play calmly with Round shot.

Atobe watched the tennis ball rolling and stopped behind him, and remained silent until the sound of Sanada's footsteps approached.

"It's my turn," he said briefly.

Ryoma remembered that the guy in the black hat in front of him was one of the people who lined up on the field to pay tribute.

"Hello," she hesitated, "Uncle...?"

Sanada sighed, not surprised: "I told you many times, I am only two and a half years older than you."

"...Ah." Long Ma was slightly stunned.

This expression is exactly the same as when we first met in the gymnasium that day, with a curious and playful smile, sticking out his tongue, not like an apology after admitting a mistake, but more like a deliberate cunning.

Sanada shook his head slightly, convincing himself to get rid of those disturbing images.

Consistent with Atobe's thoughts, Sanada also used a unique trick as soon as he came up.

At the Kanto Contest back then, his Fenghuo Lin had hidden two tricks. One was to deal with Tezuka, and the other was because the side effects were too great and it was difficult to persist for too long. breach.

"Difficult to know like Yin" is unnecessary, because in the eyes of the current dragon and horse, he is completely unfamiliar, so what remains...

"Moving like a thunder!?"

The people on the sidelines were shocked. They all knew that Sanada had a strict and rigid personality, but they didn't expect him to be so rude.

"It's really full of firepower as soon as it comes up?" Yuta swallowed, "By the way, this is the first time we have met, right?"

"No, update the data for everyone," Gan told them, "He just relied on this to defeat Tezuka."

"..."

The players who missed most of the games for "revenge" fell silent.

It's like I didn't pick up the sesame seeds, and I lost the watermelon!

Yiwu Shensi began to complain to himself again, paused, and said with great reluctance: "However, if it is really possible to recover this brat...that's all."

That's a ball that even Tezuka couldn't catch!

Even if the speed can keep up, the strength is completely unmatched.Even Tezuka, who is recognized by everyone, is not a power-level player, which is understandable.How could the first-year student who was more slender and weaker than him be able to deal with it?

Sanada's kindness is kindness, but if you take it seriously, it's too hard!

Just as they were thinking this way, they saw that Ryoma caught up with lightning speed and appeared at the landing point of "Thunder". However, even though he caught up, he was still a step behind and did not have time to make a counterattack posture.

The thunder and lightning penetrated the racket surface that had not yet been raised, and knocked her backward under the inertia, and the racket and the person fell to the ground together.

"Echizen!" Taocheng's expression changed, and he was about to rush in subconsciously, but Haitang grabbed his arm.

"Hey, calm down and take a good look." Haitang said in a deep voice.

Lying quietly, Ryoma quickly opened his eyes, was stabbed by the sun, hissed, rubbed his eyes, then sat up from the ground with his elbows propped up, and straightened the wrinkles on his clothes.

After the penetrating thunder was blocked by the racket, it didn't seem to cause any substantial damage to her.She stood up again, her movements still brisk and deft.

Sanada waited silently for her to get ready and continued serving.

"here we go again!"

Can you catch it this time?Everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

Ryoma quickly adapted to this speed, prepared in advance, clenched the racket with both hands, and then swung hard.

That posture is not quite like playing tennis, but more like... swinging a sword?

Sanada's pupils shrank slightly, that familiar gesture reminded him of something.The next second, the whistling wind blew past his ears, and with a bang, it hit the barbed wire behind him, making a sharp sound.

Then, it fell down gently with a slap, and slowly rolled away.

Ryoma drooped the racket slightly and took a breath. Then, she let go of her right hand and raised the cat's eyes, revealing a bright face with the same proud smile they remembered.

"Hey, let me tell you, in the past three days, I managed to escape from the hands of the world's number one swordsman..." She muttered, as if she was complaining, "Wouldn't it be nice to play tennis lightly? Do you have to use such a rough method?"

Sanada stared at her fixedly, and felt relieved in an instant.

"Ryoma," he said, "Go, Yukimura is waiting for you."

It was quiet inside and outside the stadium, the youths of Qingxue did not cheer, and the players who were pulled to do coolies did not take the opportunity to complain or vent their depression.

They all watched silently as Longma put on his team uniform and hurried to the arena, only in time to turn around and wave to them before stepping out the door.

"thanks!"

"—Anyway, a little substantive thanks, you brat!"

Tian Renzhi spoke angrily, and finally pulled himself up from the ground.

Gan walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder: "Will we go to barbecue together next time?"

"Well, this...just stop having any big stomach king competitions." The big stomach king student also felt lingering fear.

Seeing Ryoma's back disappearing from sight like a brisk bird, they looked at each other, and the frozen atmosphere finally loosened.

"I still feel very uncomfortable." Yuta said in a low voice.

Ibu Shinji nodded in agreement: "How should I put it, there is a strange and familiar feeling..."

It was like a daughter who had worked so hard to grow up, turned her head and ran towards other people.

Wait, they are...

Are you making a wedding dress for someone else?

Everyone looked at each other, at a loss.