must love tennis

"Aren, what happened to your face?"

The 14-year-old Akutsujin is most afraid of being cared for by his mother as a four-year-old child.

As a mature man—I think—since his middle school rebellious period was ten years earlier, blood and scars have been commonplace. Until then, no one can beat him again.Ajiujin has become the coolest boy in the area, the kind who seeks defeat alone and looks down upon all sentient beings.

This may have blinded Yuuki's eyes, causing her to start fussing again when she saw such a random accident.For example now.

Alas, annoying.

"Caught by a kitten." Ajiujin said impatiently.

He turned his head away, avoiding Yuuki's worried gaze, while Takashi Kawamura on the other side looked more serious, frowning, watching him without speaking.

Caught by a cat...?

Yuuki was stunned for a moment, and then asked cautiously: "The cat you mentioned, do you mean animals, or humans?"

Akutsu: "??"

What strange books are a lot of older women reading all day long!

"Of course it's a cat!" he said angrily.

"That's good." Yuuki obviously breathed a sigh of relief, and said angrily, "You have nothing to tease with cats. Are you really a small animal easy to bully?"

"Yes, rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry." Kawamura also said.But he is a person who knows the truth, and what he said is quite meaningful, and he doesn't know if the other party can hear it.

"What do you know?" Ajiujin dismissed.However, when he changed his mind, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a cold and cruel smile, "Isn't it because you are easy to bully?"

Yuuki shook her head with obvious disapproval: "Ren! How many times have I told you, you..."

Here we go again, corny words.

Yajiujin rolled her eyes disapprovingly, and as usual, decided to let the wind pass by her ears. Unexpectedly, before she finished speaking, she stopped and looked at him hesitantly, with a worried look.

"what?"

What is that look?

Ajiujin has always been very sensitive to these subtle emotions, and his words are quite blunt, like a porcupine covered in prickles, his eyes are staring fiercely.

Yuuki just sighed in the end: "If you think like this, you will suffer a loss sooner or later."

Akutsu doesn't care about that.

Growing up so big, he hasn't met any opponents who really made him suffer and can be called opponents.

Whether it's karate or tennis, he can be better than any student just by looking at it a few times.His overly strong performance and terrible personality make him always hostile and attacking. Unless he is an overly good and honest person like Takashi Kawamura, he will be regarded as a "friend" who needs to show concern.

But he doesn't need friends.He's also not afraid to make enemies.

On the contrary, he enjoys taking the initiative to attack, enjoying the fearful and unwilling eyes of people who are knocked down and unable to resist.The more determined and confident a person is, the more interested and motivated he is to destroy.

The first-year student at Qingxue sparked his interest.

Being kicked out of the gymnasium by the opponent one step ahead can only be regarded as the first trivial "frustration".The group from Yinhua Middle School is said to be the potential strongman who entered the semi-finals for the first time this year, so he made a special trip, but he didn't expect to be so vulnerable, so Akutsu decisively turned his target to Echizen Ryoma.

Returning rookie?Qingxue's trump card?Akutsu suddenly remembered that it was this name that Bantian seemed to be talking about every day.If it is such an opponent, it seems to be more interesting?

As a result, he was disturbed by this guy's cat for the second time.

What's more troublesome is that Yuuki and Kawamura called him over when he came out of Aigaku on the front foot.This former "friend" is in the name of reminiscing about the past, but Akutsu thinks it's not that simple.

He must have guessed it...

But so what?

Before leaving, Hecun called him again.

"Ajiujin." He seemed to have thought it over before deciding to say the next thing, "I know, you might not pay attention to it..."

Yes, of course not.

Invincibility is a kind of loneliness, which is impossible for the weak to experience.

"But I still want to remind you," Kawamura said seriously, "the world is so big, there are many things far beyond your imagination."

"...Kawamura." Yakujin was silent for a while, and then said, "Since when did you become addicted to chicken soup for the soul?"

"No, I'm serious." Kawamura smiled helplessly, "But it's too early to tell you this now."

He snorted, and replied simply and rudely: "I don't understand, let's go."

After Yajiujin finished speaking, he walked away without looking back.

He didn't think too much about Hecun's words, nor did he take them to heart.The few scratches on his face healed in a blink of an eye, tearing off Yuuki's love band-aid, he was still the same Akutsu who ruled the streets.

……

Then, he saw the kid again.

It was just a random encounter on the street.

Ryoma didn't notice the existence of Akutsu in the distance, while drinking a drink, he read the comic book he just bought from a bookstore on the street.Before I knew it, the sky darkened—no, something in front blocked the light.

She stopped and looked up.I don't know when, I actually walked into a deserted intersection, except for her, there was only one person blocking the way.

Akutsu put his hands in his trouser pockets and stood in front of him leisurely.

We've made a theorem a long time ago: Guys with silver hair—whether they're dyed or born with it—are no fun.

Especially after meeting Bai Lan, who is like a perverted QB, Ryoma attaches great importance to this type.

She drank the drink in two sips, threw the soda can into the trash can next to it, and entered the hole perfectly.

Looking at each other, the smell of gunpowder is everywhere.

"Want to fight?" Ryoma asked.

Ajiujin was secretly surprised by that fearless look.Where did this brat get the confidence to think he could beat him?Or is it——I guess I won’t, or dare not do it?Either way, it seemed ridiculously naive to him.

Out of good intentions (or so to speak), Yajiujin decided to remind her: "You can't beat me."

Ryoma looked at him fixedly, then said slowly: "Someone said before that tennis is not a tool to hurt people."

Yajiujin raised his eyebrows, watching her put down her bag and open the zipper, as if she was going to take a racket out for self-defense, she couldn't help but sneered.

"Is that a tennis racket?"

"Of course not." Ryoma looked a little surprised, "I mean—"

Whoosh!

Halfway through the conversation, both of them heard this slight movement.It seems that something is rushing past the top of the head?

Looking up, there are towering exterior walls, densely packed and empty balcony windows, and nothing else.

No, not nothing.

Are the leaves shaking on the outer potted plant on the eighth floor?

With good eyesight, Ryoma can see clearly.

But... is it windy now?

She withdrew her gaze and looked at Akutsu. From the other's reaction, she confirmed that she was not dazzled.Sometimes, people's instincts are spiritual, especially after experiencing certain things, such as herself who has faced life and death, and for example, Ajiujin who is used to being exposed to all kinds of dangers with guns and sticks all year round .

It looks like nothing happened.In the next second, Akutsu had already moved.

He rushed over suddenly, his eyes were extremely sharp, but Ryoma quickly realized that he was not trying to attack him.The strong and swift body brushed past her, and then, the stone slab that fell from the sky smashed a hole in the ground where it was originally...

Gravel, smoke and dust, and the sudden wind blowing towards the face.

Ryoma also took a few steps back subconsciously, raised his hands to cover his mouth and nose, and choked a few times.

Yajiujin stopped not far from her side and looked up.Ryoma also looked over, and then his heart tightened.

As the sun sets, the whole city is gradually sinking into the night.In the lingering afterglow of the setting sun, a few dark figures faced the light and stood impressively on the outer balcony of the tall building.

That was no ordinary person.

Even if you can't see their faces clearly, you can at least see something like guns or knives on their backs through their backs.

The sharp white light dazzled the eyes.

Rao Yajiujin, who is quite familiar with street fights, was rarely surprised when faced with such a situation.

"Hey, hey..." His voice sank, but a strange smile appeared on his face, "Little devil, is this someone you know?"

How can it be?

Ryoma squinted at him.

click -

I heard it, like the sound of being loaded, or the sound of a sharp weapon being unsheathed.

It seems that they were also very surprised by the two young men who broke in by mistake. After a brief surprise, they did not hesitate to act.

The sharp breaking wind roared.

boom!

The splash of bullets on the bricks at the feet was only a sign of the beginning.

Ryoma swung the backpack over his shoulders, and while running, he reached into the open zipper with his backhand and fumbled.In a panic, she seemed to hear Yajiujin's mocking voice: "Are you afraid that you won't die fast enough?"

It wasn't clear what happened, but the danger alert was clear enough.

Yajiujin didn't think he was still in the mood to consider strangers in times of crisis. He ran faster with his own legs, so he took the time to look back.

Seeing this made him even more confused.

This kid actually took out a bamboo knife from the tennis racket backpack!

Ho!It's more interesting.

If it was 10 minutes ago, Akutsu would have decided to do two tricks with her with great interest.but now……? ?

"It's impossible to escape like this."

Not only did Ryoma keep up with his speed, but his voice was very calm when he spoke, mixed with the sound of rapid breathing, but it was obviously not the reaction of ordinary people.

Yajiujin was distracted for a second, and then, before he was aware of it, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

"You are right."

At the intersection of the alley, Yajiujin slammed on the brakes and stopped, turning around to look at the men in black who rushed up from the opposite side.

"Hey, give one your racket."

"Don't break it." Ryoma urged, seemingly reluctant, but he still did.Then, she gripped the bamboo knife tightly.

"They won't shoot, it's too conspicuous." Yakujin caught the handle of the racket, grabbed it with his backhand, and said briefly.

"Yeah." Ryoma nodded.

After the first gunshot, the people in black jumped off the high-rise well-trained, their movements were incredibly fast and light, without any communication, they went straight towards them well-trained.

Obviously, let alone holding knives, even with bare hands, they must have absolute confidence to easily deal with the two minors.

"Six people." Yakujin said again, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"I hope you can continue to maintain the arrogance you had when we first met." Ryoma said.

Yakujin glanced at her coldly.

"Don't die suddenly, kid. I'm still waiting to fight you."