must love tennis

The sun was almost noon and the sun was very strong. Long Ma ran all the way, and he was sweating again unconsciously.Finally, with a cool shadow cast over her head, she quickly ran towards the entrance passage, passing two people.

"I said I'm not late this time, right? Ah, Echizen!" The voice of Vulcan came from behind, and she didn't bother to stop, she just glanced back quickly and raised her eyebrows at him.

"If you want to watch the game, hurry up, or you won't be able to catch up."

The eyes became bright again, and the din of thousands of spectators in the venue came to his ears. Ryoma stepped out of the passage, heaved a sigh of relief, and let the sweat slide down his neck.

Fortunately, it should have caught up.

Ryoma looked down, towards the court, Yukimura turned around and met her eyes.

"come yet?"

Across a distance of [-] meters and the crowd, Ryoma could vaguely distinguish his mouth shape, which seemed to be what he said.After finishing speaking, Yukimura smiled slightly, even though he was standing alone in the court, with that faint smile, the slightly cold and chilling aura around him also faded a little.

Even the Son of God has stepped into this land of fireworks in the world after all.

She also responded loudly: "It's been a long time!"

The gazes of thousands of people followed Yukimura's turn and looked over in unison, like a powerful spotlight hitting Ryoma's body.For a moment, the voice in the ear seemed to disappear, and the stadium became very quiet, only her and Yukimura on the court were left in the whole world.

He was wearing a coat, and stood there waiting for him calmly. On the other side, Shiraishi and the others were helping Kintaro Toyama, who was drooping his head, at this moment, they also stopped moving and looked at them seriously.

Then, Ryoma turned his eyes away from Yukimura and looked over one by one. On the side of the stands near the stadium, familiar faces showed smiles.

I kept you waiting for a long time.She repeated it in her heart, and slowly raised the corners of her lips.

Ryoma wiped off the sweat from his chin, clenched the racket with his left hand, and walked forward along the steps between the aisles to the court and his teammates.

Kikumaru immediately took a step towards the steps. He and Oishi had just come off the field, their necks were covered with sweat, a towel was casually wrapped around their shoulders, and their hands were also wet.

Therefore, he controlled his mood in time, and instead of giving her an excited hug as a welcome as usual, he raised his hand and poked the brim of her hat with his fingertips, grinning and said: "Little one, it's too slow ——It’s not a good habit to keep seniors waiting for a long time!”

With a relaxed smile on Kawamura's face, "It's good that you come back."

"Have you finished warming up?" Coach Ryuzaki nodded slowly to her, with relief in his eyes.

Fuji just smiled and didn't speak, Ryoma followed his gaze and turned from him to Tezuka.

The two looked at each other for less than two seconds, and Ryoma already understood.

"For you, this is not the end, but a beginning." Tezuka said in a calm voice, "Go, let us see the results of your hard work in the past three months."

"Yes, Minister." She made a playful gesture, turned and walked towards the field.

It was the flying look on her face that made everyone more confident.

Dashi felt relieved, and shouted loudly behind her: "We must win!"

……

That's natural, how long have they been preparing for today, who is aiming at losing?

When walking towards Yukimura, Ryoma subconsciously slowed down, watching the boy's face gradually enlarge and become clear before his eyes.

She felt her heart beat much faster.

Maybe it's because there are too many people at the scene today, it's too lively, maybe it's the first time we have received so many hopes and gazes.

Or, this opponent, whom she had only heard of before, was unprecedentedly strong, which also made her extremely happy and excited. A lot of sweat had already leaked from the palm of the hand holding the racket, which was sticky. Grip glue sucks.

"Sorry, it took a little longer to warm up before coming." Ryoma stopped in front of the net, raised his head to meet those calm brown eyes.

Yukimura replied gently: "It doesn't matter, while I was waiting for you, I also killed a little time."

Do you mean Kintaro Toyama?

Ryoma naturally noticed the episode just now, it was quite different from the lively young man he saw a few days ago.With messy red hair, with his head down, supported by his seniors, his body seemed to be trembling slightly, very weird...

Did they really have a fight?

She subconsciously looked towards the sidelines. Kintaro, who was cared by Shiraishi and Chitose, was still holding his head, sitting motionless on a chair with his knees curled up. The teammates of Shitenbao Temple were worried, and they turned to look at her with a little bit of gaze. disturbed.

Scary.

Ryoma turned his attention back and aimed at Yukimura.Looking at his naturally relaxed state, it didn't seem like he had experienced a fierce battle at all. Even the coat was not wrinkled much, and it was still hanging quietly on his shoulders.

However, Seiichi Yukimura on the court was completely different from the gentle boy he usually was. Even if he smiled, the smile was extremely weak and did not penetrate into his eyes.

It seemed to be the first time since we met, Ryoma felt the fierce aura of a strong man from him, and he was worthy of being the Son of God.

The wheel battle consumes a lot of her. Even if her resilience is amazing, it is impossible for her to be completely unaffected.On the other hand, Yukimura, Toyama Kintaro's challenge may not even count as a "warm-up" for him.

Ryoma watched as Yukimura stretched out his hand, and held it up.

His fingertips were slightly cool, his hands were not very soft, and his fingertips were covered with a layer of rough and thick calluses, although it didn't seem obvious from his gentle and delicate appearance.But she can be sure that he is indeed—absolutely, definitely much better than Sanada.

"Is it all right?" Yukimura said, feeling good. "I heard from Nioh's friend that you lost your memory after falling into the water in Karuizawa. It's really not the right time."

Ryoma followed his instructions and looked over. The heir to Pengelie who was sitting next to the silver-haired boy waved at her, and the baseball boy who had practiced with her for more than a day also smiled and blinked at him.

Sanada probably went outside to find her after hearing about the situation from Tsunayoshi.

"Senior Yukimura is right," Ryoma replied, at least in this subtle struggle of momentum, she would never admit defeat, "If you haven't recovered yet, don't be too reluctant."

Yukimura smiled again: "As I said, I have already recovered. That's why people worry about you, Ryoma."

"Oh, is this a threat?" She tilted her head slightly, blinked her eyes, and raised her chin fearlessly.

"No, it's just a little advice." The smile on Yukimura's face quickly faded away, and he became the "Son of God" who had no dead ends, looking at her with even compassion.

He nodded to her, turned and walked to the baseline.

Ryoma also walked to the serving line, took off her ball cap, threw it back, and made her first decision at the same time.

Defeat Yukimura Seiichi?

No, that's a given.

She wants to——lift off the coat of the Son of God, let him take a good look at it, he is not a god.The two of them are just "ordinary people" standing on this court because they love tennis.

……

The joyful smiles on the faces of Taocheng and the others who returned to the stands did not last long, and they were once again worried because of the seriousness of the situation.

Can't say anxious, just purely one-sided——

The strength of the Son of God is indeed beyond imagination, even though his opponent has not flinched and has been launching offensives again and again, trying to break through his defensive net, but in front of him, everything seems to be thrown into a bottomless pit, silently It was dissolved in no time.

At some point, there were more people around, and Atobe looked over from the corner of his eye, and saw Irie Kanata and Tokugawa Kazuya who had arrived belatedly.

They caught the first tram passing through Karuizawa, so they didn't miss too much.

But Ryoma's father is still missing.

Is it because you don't care about your daughter at all?Impossible, so he is full of confidence in her?

At least from the face that Irie is currently showing—no one knows how much acting skills are mixed in—Atobe can't see this confidence.

He whispered a few words to Tokugawa. Judging by the shape of his mouth, it seemed to be "the influence of that incident"...

The latter did not answer, and his eyes were still fixed on the figures in the field.

Finally, Tokugawa also moved his lips slightly: "She can't see it anymore."

——The audience was in an uproar.

Thousands of people watched, and the slightly immature contestant who challenged the Son of God fell to the ground, and wordless shock spread out among the crowd.

Sensing the moment when Kirihara clenched his fist, Nioh glanced at him.

Fortunately, Kirihara controlled himself, the movement of getting up ended before it even started, and he sat stiffly in his position, his heart beating extremely fast.

Liu also felt his contradictory mood and pressed his shoulder comfortingly.

"Are you going to be okay?" On the other side, Gang Ji also murmured in a low voice.

"Hmm... It seems that our Minister Yukimura has no mercy at all." Nio said slowly, thinking of that stubborn little girl, it was not easy, and his heart softened, "It's so pitiful..."

Yamamoto tilted his head, a little puzzled: "What is the elimination of the five senses?"

A few people didn't know his origins very well, they only knew that he seemed to be someone Nioh knew, and he was not a "peer" who played tennis.Yagyu pushed his glasses and explained to him: "To put it simply, it is to gradually deprive the opponent's sense of touch, vision and hearing through the strong sense and power of the ball..."

However, just like switching up and down spins will cause muscle paralysis, this effect is also very short-lived. The most fundamental reason is that Yukimura's return of the ball without a dead angle gives the opponent doubled mental pressure until he is shrouded in oppression. Totally crushed...

The opponents in the past were all quickly swept 6-0, and if they were strong enough to compete with Yukimura to this stage, they would all be unable to continue the game due to mental breakdown.

Yamamoto has always been ignorant of theoretical knowledge, and he half understood what he heard, so he turned to Tsunayoshi blankly: "What do you mean?"

"Although I don't understand it very well, but..." Gang Ji looked at the Son of God in the stadium hesitantly, with a solemn expression, "I feel it."

what do you feel?

Everyone around him looked over curiously.She was obviously an ordinary girl with a very inconspicuous appearance, but she was the first one to act nonchalantly in front of Yukimura's coercion.

"It's like, mental pollution." She whispered, "Yamamoto, remember that time?"

Yamamoto was taken aback, and following her reminder, on a certain day a few months ago, the scene that happened in the school's gymnasium resurfaced in his mind.The overwhelming visual pollution and mental pressure made them, the off-site audience, almost collapse, and planned to crush the weak girl with one blindfold.

Is this how it feels?

Yamamoto looked over in surprise: "Could it be that this classmate——"

King Ni broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this: "Hey, Miss Tuna, do you mean..."

"Shouldn't you know better?" Gang Ji gave him a strange look, "I thought you learned it by yourself, didn't you just play very hard on the court?"

"No, this..." King Ni couldn't continue.

Liu frowned, feeling that what they said was beyond the scope of his common sense, and he heard Yamamoto ask: "Is the little girl okay? She's just an ordinary person..."

Is it normal? Tsuna doesn't think so, she has always been very sensitive to illusions.

Tsuna Kichi vaguely felt very familiar with the aura that surrounded Ryoma's innermost memory.That's not an illusion created by Mukuro, it's from other forces...

If she guessed right, then this is a kind of mental barrier.

Ryoma, who has already endured a heavy pressure, now "spiritually suppresses" or attacks on Kamiyukimura, and it can indeed be said that he has reached a desperate situation.

But what if she can break through?

……

pat.

Ryoma groped for the racket, and finally did not let go of it, but held it tightly in his hand. .

In order to keep my body going through the overloaded consumption, just standing up seems to have exhausted all the strength in my body.She clenched her teeth, accidentally biting her own lip because she was unconscious, but at this moment she could neither taste the smell of blood nor feel the wet touch on her lips.

Staggering to the tee point in her mind and impression, she squeezed her trembling hands, let go, and took out a tennis ball from her pocket.

"You still haven't given up?" Yukimura sighed slightly.

There was also a hint of pity on that indifferent face after entering the realm of gods.

"You really..."

Not your average kid.

Yukimura closed his eyes, recalling the days that made him despair.

The endless examinations, the unbearable stares of the doctors and nurses, the whispered conversations hiding in the distance, when he was lying on the operating table, thinking that he might die and could never open his eyes, he again Saw this girl.

Although she was panting, her face was covered with sweat, and her whole body was in a mess, her eyes were shining with determination, and her fair cheeks after strenuous exercise had a healthy red color, and she was full of spirit His vitality made him envious.

He really likes it.

But for Li Haida's victory, he must personally kill this ray of light here.