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Method?

No, in the face of absolute power, there is no so-called "skill" or "method".

There is only one sentence - don't be cowardly, just stick.

"Is it hard..." Fuji sighed.

Ryoma's answer predicted the direction of singles No. [-].

This is a cruel, bloodless but still extremely bloody fight.

No one will be outdone, and whoever can persevere to the end will be the final winner.Everyone was shocked by it, but no one could stop it.I couldn't bear to watch it, but I couldn't bear to stop it either.

Kawamura, who usually doesn't have a strong sense of presence, always looks friendly and weak. Only when he picks up the racket will he be full of energy and momentum, and this time...

He was trying his best to burn the flame of life, and Ryoma had the feeling that this was not like playing a tennis match, but more like——

fighting.

It's nothing more than fighting to the death for the Holy Grail.

It was obviously a fierce match, but the atmosphere at the scene seemed to be frozen by ice. There was no sound around the stadium surrounded by more than 200 spectators.

The players were silent, and the coaches were caught in a dilemma. It was not until the yellow ball hit the ground that it seemed that people had room to breathe again.

"The two sides cannot continue the match, so—" the referee's specially raised voice echoed in the field, "Single number three, the result is invalid!"

Then, he also sighed, jumped off the referee's chair, and walked towards the two injured players.At this time, there were small sighs from the sidelines.

It was unexpected that a singles match would end with such a result.

Atobe, who must have the winning ticket in his hands, could not have expected this. Ryoma looked at the opposite side, and it was rare to see Atobe's serious and frowning side.

After a long time, he said something. Judging by the shape of his mouth, it seemed to be——

"very impressive."

"The Huadi of the Ice Emperor is really amazing." Ryoma heard Gan sigh.

"Ordinary people, there is no way to persist in a wave ball match with Kawamura, right?"

"Looking at the dull look, I didn't expect to have such perseverance. It's not easy."

"But, that Huadi..." Kikumaru frowned in confusion, "It looks like a robot, does he really have self-awareness?"

"This is the scary place." Fuji said, "I believe this is his own will."

The others didn't say a word, as if expressing agreement with silence.

Kikumaru touched his arm and shivered: "It's terrible, fortunately he's not a doubles player!"

"Not always……"

Gan said, raised his index finger, and pointed to the back.Kikumaru turned his head and saw two people wearing Saint Rudolph uniforms.

"In the resurrection match of the Metropolitan Conference, Takahiro Kaji played in the doubles No. [-]." A short sentence with a deep meaning.

"Ah..." He cupped his heart, "Scary."

"Brother," Fuji Yuta watched the whole game in silence, now he was exposed, and he raised his hand reluctantly and waved, "You guys played well."

Buer picked up Kawamura's racket on the ground, heard the reputation, and smiled brightly.

"...Alas." Under the attention of everyone in Qingxue, Yuta withdrew his hand and covered his face, "Why do we want to watch the game?"

Liu Ze glanced at him, and said in surprise, "What are you talking about, isn't it what you want to see?"

"Shut up, shut up!"

"Hey, Yuta-san, how do you talk to seniors!"

"Then—" Fuji plucked the net cable of the racket with his fingertips, and was about to say something when he turned around and found that Ryoma was sitting on the coaching seat in the court at some point.

He paused, and then said: "The view here is good, you have to take a good look."

--etc!Coach, is this all right?

Everyone in Qingxue stared.

The coach led the two injured children, waved at them without looking back, and walked away.

--minister? !

Everyone turned to Tezuka again.

Tezuka didn't change his face, and folded his hands on his chest indifferently: "Be quiet and watch the game."

"Qingxue is really strange."

Bingdi noticed this scene, and whispered with restraint: "It's too spoiled to let a first-year student guide on the spot."

Pet...? ?

The teammates were all shuddered by this adjective, and all looked sideways.

"I thought their freshmen were like mascots." Xiang Ri shook his legs, "Otherwise, why not let him play? It must be because he is not good enough."

"That's not necessarily the case." Shinozu analyzed insightfully, "Singles No. [-] and No. [-] must be reserved for Tezuka and Fuji. Their status will definitely not be shaken. As for the rest..."

"You mean, you want to give the quota to the seniors?"

"No," Ninzu shook his head, "Didn't their vice minister also play? It feels like a temporary adjustment, although the reason is not very clear...but at least, it must not be because of seniority."

"That's right." Atobu nodded.

"I don't understand what Qingxue is thinking." Xiang Ri confessed.

"Don't mention it." Renzu sighed and looked at Cilang, "Others have a hard time understanding why we let such a person be elected..."

At this moment, the orange-haired boy who staggered onto the court raised his head, stretched out his hand and yawned big.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at his opponent.

"So, can I start?" Fuji asked politely.There was a gentle smile on his face, but it made people shiver.

Ciro was shocked.

... "I can't bear to watch it anymore." Kikumaru announced.

"Cruel, too cruel." Taocheng was heartbroken.

Haitang: "Hiss——"

Don't get me wrong, he was gasping.

"How about it, have you seen it?" Qian put his hands on his forehead, and evoked a strange smile in an inscrutable manner, "This is the unique strength."

"……Do not."

Everyone looked at Tezuka.

"Not only that." He just said something flat, and stopped talking.

"I also think," Taocheng rubbed his chin and said, "How can Senior Fuji use all his strength in a game like a massacre? ——The more terrifying place must be hidden behind!"

oh?It seems very reasonable.

Everyone nodded vigorously again.

"Now, there is only one last game left." Dashi said slowly.

Swah——

All eyes are focused on one place, it can be said that everyone is paying attention, as if a dazzling searchlight has been placed on the head.

Not only the audience like Qingxue and Bingdi, but also many strange figures appeared beside the court.Yamabuki Junior High School and Fudo Peak, who have played against each other before, are also seeded players in the Kanto Competition, Hexagon Middle School, Lihai University...

Looking at it from a distance, it was a colorful mess, crowded with people, and whispering everywhere.

Tezuka, who was surrounded by countless gazes, was still silent and indifferent as before, walking into the stadium without hearing anything, and was looking at Ryoma on the coaching bench.

"Is there anything you want to say?" Tezuka saw that she was hesitant to speak, and asked actively.

"Uh, um..."

Ryoma was silent for a while, but shook his head.

"It's nothing."

The current record is two wins and one loss. If Tezuka wins, Seigaku will advance directly. If he loses, it will be a draw.

Ryoma naturally thought of Atobe taking her to bet without authorization-at that time, everyone would think that the singles number one was the final duel, who would have thought that both parties would abstain at the same time?

At this time, she was a little confused about whether Atobe's words were betting on the victory of Bingdi or his personal victory...

In the final analysis, Atobe was probably teasing himself. What a bet, it was just a meaningless declaration of war.

Ryoma rubbed his forehead.

"You won't lose, will you?"

"No." Tezuka's answer was still so short.He took off his jersey jacket, put it on the other side of the bench, and walked to the net.

Pretty reassuring answer.

I have to say, as expected of a minister, he always has such a calm and stable appearance.This is probably one of the reasons why coach Ryuzaki was able to leave with confidence.

Longma breathed a sigh of relief quietly, but felt something, and turned to look at the seniors outside the railing.

Deputy Minister Oishi still looked worried, not to mention this, but even Fuji's expression was extremely serious, could it be...

Her heart beat quickly.

……

"Watch carefully, Chiya." Sanada said.

"Yeah," Qieyuan replied somewhat absent-mindedly, but his eyes turned around unconsciously, "Speaking of which, there are a lot of people with the same purpose as us... isn't it?"

"It's Tezuka after all." Liu replied.

——After all, it is Tezuka Kunimitsu, a player with national level strength, who is the object of attention of all teams, even people other than junior high school students.

And his opponent is Atobe, one of the top strengths.

Qingxue and Bingdi's powerful encounter, in a nutshell, it seems that all the technical content is condensed in the competition between these two ministers.

A matchup not to be missed.

"Don't be distracted." Liu said again, as if he had noticed Qieyuan's wandering gaze.

"Yeah, but, I seem to see..." Qieyuan hesitated to speak, and was discouraged under the high-pressure atmosphere of the seniors, and took a step back silently. Suddenly, a weight was placed on his shoulder.

He turned his head, and it turned out that King Ren had slapped him and pushed most of his body up.

"Did you see your ideal?" The fox-like senior blinked slyly.

Alright, I can confirm that he is not pretending to be Yagyu-senpai.

Kirihara shook his shoulders, like a cat whose tail was suddenly caught and blown: "No, don't talk nonsense! ——Wait a minute, how did you know?!"

"Puff~"

The inscrutable eyes of the silver-haired boy made one's scalp feel cold, Kirihara gritted his teeth, and could only say, "Mmm... yes. You saw it too?"

King Ren didn't answer the question.

"Tezuka seems to care about her very much." He pointed out something, and then moved his eyes to the side of the court.

"Hmm..." Kirihara looked serious, resting his chin in thought.

"Again," King Ren couldn't help but asked sincerely, "Didn't you find something wrong?"

The kelp-headed boy raised his head and showed a blank face: "Huh?"

Ah, forget it.

King Ni sighed secretly, and turned to Sanada again: "I said Vice Minister Sanada, how about you?"

"What?" Sanada didn't listen to their conversation, and said casually, "Didn't you say you watched the game? What irrelevant topic are you guys discussing?"

"It's not an irrelevant topic, it's obviously very important..."

If he's right, this is big news.Why is it as if one or two are blind, and they can pretend not to see the truth in front of them?

Or... is there some mysterious force at work?

Nioh couldn't help thinking seriously.

When he came back to his senses, his teammates were looking at him strangely, and asked with concern: "Are you okay, did you suffer from heat stroke?"

King Ren took a slight breath, then changed into an irrelevant and high-spirited tone, folded his arms around his chest, and said indifferently: "Forget it, that's it."

"Why are you pretending to be mysterious?" Fumta Marui was rather dissatisfied, but in the next second his attention was attracted by Atobe's words.

"Isn't it? Tezuka... was injured?!"

As soon as these words came out, there was silence inside and outside the court.

With what he had seen and heard in the hospital before, Ryoma accepted it faster than the others. Seeing Dashi sadly telling the past two years ago, he was a little dazed for a while.

In order not to embarrass his senior, he has always played with his right hand, and rarely participated in internal training... However, Ryoma remembers very clearly that when he was fighting with her in the stadium under the viaduct, he used his left hand the whole time.

According to Oishi, he hadn't finished his recovery period at that time.But even if you are injured and may affect future games, you have to pass on the truth to yourself...

She clenched her fists secretly, and then looked at the court.

Atobe's blond hair became more dazzling in the sun, and his public smile was more wanton than before, making people feel the urge to punch his handsome face.

But what I have to admit is that his skills are indeed as confident as he is, and he has sufficient capital.

The more anxious the game in the arena, the hotter Ryoma's heart became, as if something was about to burst out of his chest.

——"This is absolutely, an unprecedented and wonderful game."

Before the competition, Kirihara was verifying what he heard from his senior.Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but let out a gasp.

On Qingxue's side, the figure on the coaching bench in the arena suddenly got up and walked out of the arena unswervingly.

The game is not over yet, where is she going?

Even though it was so far away, he still recognized Ryoma's identity for the first time, but until now, he didn't seem to notice...

Kirihara's eyes widened suddenly.

Why is this girl wearing Qingxue Zhengxuan's team uniform? !