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Another move that even his teammates have never seen before.

The wind that swept across the field rolled up a few residual leaves, and they stopped at Yushi's hand. The purple hair and emerald green colors were intertwined, and the shimmering eyes reflected the chestnut-haired boy swinging on the field. The shadow suddenly spun up in front of Akutagawa, landed heavily on his backcourt, and then passed Akutagawa's side at an incredible angle.

In the shocked eyes of the audience, the white hand gently caught the bounced tennis ball, and there was a warm smile under the broken chestnut hair, "Let's play another ball, the wind hasn't stopped yet."

"GAME 6: 1, Qingxue wins!"

The cheers exploded, the overwhelming victory of singles two gave Qingxue great confidence, now it is 2 wins, 1 loss and 1 tie, as long as the singles wins one more round, Qingxue will win!

Bu Er walked off the court wiping his sweat. A group of people looked at him with incredulous eyes, as if they had re-acquainted with this teammate. It was a wonderful game without any suspense. Even though the opponent tried his best, he still lost miserably.

Greeting the eyes of his teammates with a smile, he caught a glimpse of Tezuka and Echizen walking out of the arena one after the other, and actually asked Echizen to warm up. It seems that Tezuka is very serious about the next game. There is no way, who let the opponent be that person Woolen cloth.

Atobe Keigo.

"Congratulations, classmate Buer." Qingrou's voice suddenly rang in my ears, "You have successfully avenged your younger brother, and also, you have succeeded in making your younger brother admire you even more."

"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about!" Yuta, whose face turned red in an instant, quickly turned around to avoid his brother's sight, and did not forget to cast a fierce glance at Yushi who said this.

Buer was taken aback for a moment, then smiled softly, "It's really good to say that."

Yuta: Not bad at all!

Yushi bent her eyes, and met Buer's gaze, "It's rare to see Mr. Fuji playing so seriously."

"I have to have fun once in a while." The squinted eyes turned back and forth on Yushi's face. The lonely expression before seemed to be a flash in the pan, and there was no trace in her current expression. If it wasn't for the feeling at that time Really, he almost thought that everything was an illusion.

Aware of Bu Er's hesitation to speak, Yushi lowered her head and smiled, "Sorry, I made you worry."

"No, it's good that Ninzu-san regains his spirit." The two tacitly avoided Yushi's gaffe before, but made Yuta next to him full of complaints.

What are you talking about with this woman?

The next match is Singles [-]. Both sides are sending minister-level players. Atobe is listening to the off-court coaching in front of Director Hyotei. Tezuka's words... should be warming up before the match with Echizen, right?

Yushi looked down at the time, today was the only time she did not leave halfway through the Qingxue game from beginning to end.With the passage of time, the number of people around the field increased, and the team uniforms of various schools interspersed in the silver-gray support team of the Ice Emperor are very conspicuous. There are many teams that Yushi has seen. upcoming game.

Seigaku's Tezuka VS Hyotei's Atobe, both are national level, perfect all-round singles players, two of the most eye-catching players in the middle school tennis world, and they are about to fight on this court.

"Is Tezuka still not here?" After waiting for a few minutes and still not seeing the cold figure, Oishi and his companions seemed a little anxious. Just as they were about to send someone to look for them, the familiar person walked in from outside the fence and joined him. Echizen also came back.

Coach Ryuzaki still didn't come back, and Echizen once again sat on the off-site supervisor's seat under the jealous and helpless gazes of a group of people.

After observing Fuji, it's time to observe Tezuka next.

When Tezuka came on stage, several eyes fell on him at the same time, to be precise, his hands.

As long as he wins another game, Aigaku will win, but Tezuka's opponent is Atobe, will he win so easily?Tezuka's true strength Yushi is not clear, but Atobe, she knows it too well. It can even be said that he is the tennis player Yushi knows best besides her own brother. It will be a very difficult battle.

"Are you worried about Tezuka?" A gentle voice echoed in his ears.

Yushi was startled, she probably didn't show it just now, how could he know?

Responding to her suspicious look with a smile, Fuji frowned, "Guess, if not, I'm probably worried about Atobe-kun."

Yes, the person in front of me had a very complicated relationship with Atobe, even now it is still speculative, if she is on the side of the ice emperor in this game, it makes sense both emotionally and rationally, but, he Subconsciously want to avoid the conclusion that Yushi will support Atobe.

"Atobe is Yushi's friend and partner, but that's all." Yushi smiled, "Minister Tezuka is the director of Aigaku, so I don't want him to lose."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Kikumaru approached in agreement, "Tezuka will definitely win!"

The first-year trio echoed, "That's the minister, I won't lose!"

"Ice Empress! Ice Empress! Ice Empress!" The unison shouts suddenly overwhelmed the audience, hitting the auditorium like huge waves. Amidst the overwhelming momentum, Atobe stepped onto the court with slender legs , with his raised finger, the voices on the field suddenly changed to his name.

"Atobe! Atobe! Atobe!"

"What's going on with this group of people?" Everyone except Bingdi was completely shocked by the sudden cheering sound. Even in the previous few games, they had never seen such a huge aura field, because it was theirs who were playing now. Minister?

Atobe raised his eyebrows and raised his left arm.

"The Ice Emperor must win! The Ice Emperor must win! The Ice Emperor must win!"

Leaning sideways at Tezuka, who was expressionless at the scene, Atobe raised his racket and showed a sinister smile.

"The winner is Atobe! The winner is Atobe! The winner is Atobe!"

The voices of more than 200 people changed in unison following the movements of Atobe, "Ice Emperor will win! The winner will be Atobe! Ice Emperor will win! The winner will be Atobe! Ice Emperor will win! The winner will be... "

He snapped his fingers with one hand, and the roaring shouts stopped suddenly. The surrounding area was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling to the ground. Under the clear mole of tears is extremely obvious, "It's my uncle."

What followed was a frantic scream from the audience.

Everyone except Ice Emperor: ...

"Have you played enough?" Tezuka walked to the net expressionlessly, and fist bumped Atobe.

Atobe snorted, "Well, I'm satisfied."

"What are you doing, provocation?" Horio looked at Bingdi's support group with dissatisfaction, "Senior, is that person really good?"

Pushing his glasses, "This question, another person has more say than me."

Horio ignorantly looked in the direction Kane was facing, saw Yushi standing between Fuji and Kikumaru, couldn't help but his legs went limp, "Uh...senpai?"

Yushi nodded, if she wasn't great, how could she let someone like her brother be the second ice emperor.

"One game determines the outcome, and the Bingdi Jibu serves."

"This should be the first match against you, right?" Tezuka looked at Atobe standing behind the serving line.

"Ah? Didn't you keep avoiding me?" Atobe gave a playful smile. Last year at the Tokyo Metropolitan Convention, he defeated the then head of Seigaku. Tezuka, who was supposed to be at the meeting, appeared later and defeated Hiroshi. The emperor's minister, tit for tat, no matter what he thought at the time, he felt that the opponent deliberately missed the head-to-head match, "Come on!"

The moment Atobe swung his racket, Tezuka started to move, catching up to the very fast ball, testing the batting skills, judgment and reaction speed of both sides fiercely back and forth.

"15-0!"

With a bang, the racket in Tezuka's hand was knocked down by Atobe's smash, and Aigaku was stunned.

Atobe stared at Tezuka, who was also in a daze, and frowned, "What's wrong, Tezuka? The speed has slowed down."

"Nice interception." Tezuka, whose complexion quickly returned to normal, commented lightly.

"Really? Thank you for your compliment." Atobe swung his racket, "Next ball, come on!"

The oblique balls at the left and right corners were all aimed at the corners, and they would go out of bounds if they were not careful. Only people with Tezuka's level dared to hit that position.But no matter where the ball hits, Atobe's footsteps will catch up immediately and hit it back. The strength of the two sides is really comparable.

"Naive and innocent!" Atobe used Jackknife to hit back Tezuka's interception shot in the same way, which surprised Momoshiro on the sidelines.

Yushi pursed her lips, Atobu's strength...was far more than that, but when she glanced out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the original blue eyes were slightly opened, and suddenly she bent into a relaxed smile, and followed his gaze to look at Tezuka's location.

"It's Tezuka's domain." Gan looked at Tezuka's feet, "No matter what ball the opponent hits, he can only return to Tezuka's position in the end, as if being drawn."

Indeed, no matter how Atobe aimed at the corner, the ball deviated from the original trajectory at the moment it was about to fly out and returned to Tezuka's hand.

"15 flat!"

Yushi frowned. Atobe could have caught the ball just now, but he stood still.

"Hehe, you're quite capable, Tezuka, just rely on that kind of wrist." Atobe pressed his fingers between his brows, with a gloomy expression on his face, "Huh? Does the wrist of the left hand hurt? Hey, Tezuka?"

What do you mean?

Everyone who knew that Tezuka's arm was injured became nervous, Oishi couldn't help but say, "No, Tezuka's elbow has healed!"

"I see, it's the elbow." Atobe raised the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly realizing what he blurted out, Dashi couldn't help lowering his head in remorse.

"Senior Oishi, is this true?!" The Qingxue people looked at Oishi in disbelief, did Tezuka's elbow hurt?

"I'm sorry." Oishi regretted telling the truth, but it's too late now, "Tezuka's elbow has been hurting a lot lately, but he can't tell everyone. In order to enter the country, he doesn't want everyone to worry."

Fuji's expression was serious, but he didn't say a word. He knew that Tezuka was injured, but...

After finally calming down, complex emotions suddenly surged in her heart, Yushi slightly tightened her hand on the fence, and unconsciously replayed the scene in her mind that she was called to the office by coach Ryuzaki after the department work was over one day.

[If nothing unexpected happens, in this match, Tezuka will fight Atobe of Hyotei. 】

【Um. 】

[Atobe-kun's strength, I believe you know better than me. What I'm worried about is Tezuka's hand. If there is a chance that the injury recurs, I hope you can help. 】

【it is good. 】

"However, why does the minister's elbow hurt!" Horio was still puzzled.

"This is already two years ago..." Oishi's eyes wandered a little. Two years ago, Tezuka, who was still a freshman in the tennis club, was brilliant in the tennis club. He even defeated the minister at that time, but with It was the right hand, which was severely injured by a senior who felt slighted after knowing the truth.

"Although it was a bit painful at the time, I thought it was nothing at the time, but it was last autumn that I started to feel discomfort in my elbow. In short, Tezuka's training volume was not usually large. He strictly connected with zero-style cutting every day, and it has been accumulating and causing muscle pain. Fatigue, and then it hurt with that old injury, and I couldn't play tennis anymore." Oishi looked worriedly at Tezuka who was still sticking to Atobe on the court.

After listening to what Oishi said, Kikumaru murmured: "And last year's National Youth Selection Invitational was also rejected..."

"Then, Minister Tezuka, who played against our opponent..." Momoshiro seemed to have been hit hard on the chest. Even though his elbow was injured, he never missed a single training session, and he persisted like this , just to be able to go to the whole country with them.

"But, isn't it already cured?" In the gloomy atmosphere, Echizen's voice came from the supervisor's seat.

"As Echizen said, he was cured two months ago." Oishi breathed a sigh of relief, "The doctor in the hospital also got permission."

In front of the net, the slowly falling tennis ball stuck to the ground and approached the net under Atobe's shocked eyes, and then stopped.

Zero type.

"GAME 1:0, Seigaku Tezuka leads!"

"You're welcome, Atobe." The boy holding a pure white racket said to the opposite person with a sense of oppression: "Be serious."

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Ah, writing a double part feels like my heart is bleeding