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"Seigaku Tezuka wins, GAME3:2! Swap venues!"

Really, that Atobe is actually passive?

The onlookers started whispering, Yushi frowned, looked at Atobe who was talking to Supervisor Hyotei over there, turned his head and looked at Tezuka who was sitting side by side with Echizen on the supervisor's seat in front, feeling very uncomfortable Wonderful feeling.

This feeling was verified in the next round when I saw Atobe let go of a lob lightly, "Why didn't Atobe use that smash?"

Momoshiro and Kikumaru, who hadn't recovered from that dangerous moment, were taken aback, "What smash?"

Yushi thought about it carefully, "I remember calling..."

"Waltz of Destruction." Gan had already opened the file and quickly read out the name.

Nodded, "That smash is very strong in my opinion, he didn't use such a good opportunity just now."

"This game is not good." Fuji suddenly opened his ice blue eyes.

"Indeed, your elbow is indeed healed, Tezuka." Atobe looked at the opposite side coldly, "That zero type is perfect, and a person with an injured elbow cannot hit such a chopping ball. That elbow Yes, but what about your shoulder?"

Yushi pursed her lips tightly, "Atobe is going to fight a protracted war."

"He is deliberately delaying the game." Fuji said with a serious face, "A protracted game will make Tezuka's elbow collapse."

"This kind of situation... Momoshiro-kun has also experienced it." Yushi looked quietly at Tezuka who kept swinging his racket in the field, "Because of the long-term elbow injury, I subconsciously protect the injured place and give it to me." Other parts of the body are causing too much load, for example, his shoulders."

Momoshiro suddenly remembered the cramp in his left foot during the match against Yamabuki, could it be that the minister also...

"That guy...was he planning to do this from the beginning?" Dashi's expression tensed.

"Can't we make a quick decision?"

"Other opponents are fine, but Atobe is at the national level." A cold gleam flashed in Fuji's blue eyes.

Pushing his glasses, "If you attack anxiously, even Tezuka will easily show his flaws. That guy will never let go of any opportunity."

Everyone is worried about Tezuka's arm, but Yushi's eyes are deeply locked on Atobe, what do you want to do, Atobe...

Atobe's intention to fight a protracted battle was gradually seen by the onlookers, but what responded to him was the ball that Tezuka hit in front of his eyes. The left and right halves swung around, strongly declaring something.

"He decided to challenge the protracted war..." Qian murmured.

"He has something to achieve, and his eyes look like this." Inoue's voice sounded in the quiet crowd, "If, as Atobe said, Tezuka's left hand is buried with a cockroach, after reaching a certain There can be no hesitation under the strong awareness of the matter, that is the look in the eyes that will never give up no matter what."

Tezuka-kun, you must become the pillar of the Seigaku tennis club.

Dashi's fist was clenched suddenly, was it for that agreement?

"GAME6:5, Seigaku Tezuka wins!"

It has been an hour and a half since the start of the singles game. Atobe gritted his teeth and looked at the opponent, suddenly lowered his racket to avoid his smash, then used Tezuka to pull back the ball that hit the corner, and finally used a The one who returns the ball to his court, Tezuka, are you immortal?

Why are you not at your limit? !

"15-0!"

"30-0!"

"40-0!"

One more ball!

The left arm that raised the serve was suddenly dull, and the racket in his hand suddenly fell out of his hand. The severe pain in his shoulder made the thin young man fall to his knees.

"minister!!"

The figures around him jumped out of the fence swiftly and swiftly, and all the main players in the stands jumped into the field and ran towards the kneeling man.Yushi's tightly pursed lips moved, and the turbulent emotions in her heart surged like a tide.

These people...

"Don't come over!" Picking up the racket beside him with difficulty, Tezuka's expression was serious and serious, "The game is not over yet." He walked steadily to the supervisor's seat and sat down, no matter how much his teammates tried to persuade him, his expression remained motionless, simple activities He lowered his arm and picked up the racket again to play.

Oishi clenched his fists and ran to him to stop him, "Are you trying to fulfill the agreement with Minister Yamato? The agreement to lead the tennis club into the whole country."

Tezuka looked at Oishi firmly, "Let's go to the whole country together."

Staring at those cold and unquestionable eyes, Dashi only said three words, "Do it."

"Qingxue!!!" The blue club banner was suddenly waved high in the stands, and Kawamura's powerful roar came.

They are back!

"Qingxue!! Come on!!"

"Aron?" Fuji turned his head and couldn't help showing a gratified expression when he saw the figure of Kawamura, but he caught a glimpse of Yushi's pale face beside him from the corner of his eyes, "Student Ninzu?"

"Ah?" Looking blankly, when he came into contact with the piece of ice blue, Piaoyuan's thoughts were pulled back instantly, "Oh, is Kawamura-san back? It looks fine."

"Hmm." Buer looked at Yushi's uneasy face worriedly, "Are you okay? Are you uncomfortable?"

Shaking her head, Yushi managed to squeeze out a smile, "I didn't eat much in the morning, probably a little hypoglycemia."

Buer was stunned for a moment, turned around and searched in his bag, and came back with a candy after a while, "If you have low blood sugar, it's better to eat something."

Looking at the candy wrapped in colored paper, her heart warmed slightly, but it was followed by a suffocating chill, Yushi pursed her thin cherry-colored lips, and took it with a shallow smile, in order not to let the people around her see it. Unexpectedly, she stuffed the sugar into her mouth quickly, and the sweet and greasy taste spread on the tip of her tongue instantly.

"GAME6: 6!"

Tie-break!

How long is this game... going to last?How long will the two of them fight in this ultimate posture?

Crazy shouts around the arena, both Qingxue and Bingdi’s supporters hoarse their voices, the surging atmosphere enveloped Yushi from all directions, she was able to stand firmly against the fence, her eyes mixed with many emotions , but was forcibly restrained by a shell of reason in the eyes.

"Student Ninzu?" Fuji's voice echoed in his ears again, and Yushi turned his eyes sideways, just to meet his worried eyes, "Are you all right?"

"Just sit down and rest for a while." Yushi shook her head, took a few steps back and sat down on the stone steps, rubbing her temples vigorously with one hand.

Although I no longer look at the field, the sound is still there, even very clear. When I close my eyes, the sound of hitting the ball from the field seems to resonate with my heart.

It seems that there is a voice saying that this is the life she should have, youthful, passionate, and even able to give everything for a simple thing or a short agreement.

But when she thought this way, her heartbeat seemed to be tightly grasped by a cold invisible hand, trying to restrain her thoughts from deviating from the track it should have.

You are the future successor of Yishi, abandon those unrealistic fantasies early.

Can't be influenced by emotion, people who take this path don't need that kind of thing.

You and they are not in the same world, if you go too deep, you will harm yourself and they will also be harmed.

"35-34, Seigaku Tezuka leads!"

"35 flat!"

"36-35, the Ice Empress Division leads!"

"Why don't you let him stop?! Why do you want to continue at this point!" Katsuro couldn't help but tugged on Oishi's sleeve.

Not only Tezuka, but Atobe also reached the limit. The fierce souls of the two collided together through tennis balls.

"Don't understand? Looking at those two people, no one can stop this match." Dashi clenched his fists.

Tezuka didn't mess up at all, that's where Tezuka's real strength lies.Originally, after Tezuka's left hand was injured, such a protracted battle style of play was impossible, but what made it possible was the power of face-to-face duels.Everyone saw such a scene, as if it should be the same.

"Zero slice!" The racket drooped, a familiar gesture.

Atobe noticed his movement, and rushed to the net desperately, trying to hit the ball back before it hit the ground, but... the imagined scene of returning to the ground did not appear, and the tennis ball bounced again, which made almost Atobe, who failed to catch up, hit the ball over the net again, but he fell to the ground due to inertia.

Tezuka raised his left arm, and the tennis ball that landed in the air flew towards him as if being drawn. Atobe looked at the light and shadow in front of him that looked like an immortal god of war with some unwillingness.

"GAME7: 6, the Ice Empress Division wins!"

When the verdict sounded, there was silence in the venue. Everyone looked at the ball that hadn't passed the net in silence, regretted it, and then paid the highest respect to the two people on the court at this moment.

Atobe stood up without saying a word, walked to the net and shook hands with Tezuka. When he clasped his hands, he turned sideways and suddenly raised their arms. All the people in the stands stood up and gave a warm welcome applause.

ended.

"Ninzu-san?" Fuji's voice seemed to be far away, Yushi moved her lips, but there was no answer.

"What's the matter?" Others also gradually noticed Yushi who looked wrong here.

"It's hypoglycemia, but..." Fuji frowned tightly, what's the matter with such slack eyes?

"Ninzuki??" Kikumaru jumped to Yushi's side and shook her.

"...Mmm." In response, Yushi lowered her eyes heavily, as if all the fatigue climbed up her back in an instant, she took a deep breath, "Is it over?"

"I broke out in a lot of cold sweat." I pushed my glasses, and naturally found the bean-sized beads of sweat on Yushi's forehead.

"It's okay..." Yushi shook her head, the sudden dizziness in her mind hit her everywhere with the movement of shaking her head, and when she stood up, she staggered and fell to the concrete fence in front.

There was no unexpected bloody head, and the purple hair with faint fluorescence fell into a warm embrace. The cold body temperature immediately aroused the chill in the latter's heart, "Student Renzu?"

The eyelids were lifted up with great effort, but when looking back against the light, there was only a warm maroon color, the lips moved, and finally they closed back weakly.

"Ninzu?!" The people around immediately surrounded the half-conscious Yushi.

"Hurry up and call Ice Empress' Renzu." Someone in the crowd immediately ran towards Ice Emperor's bench.

Fuji and Kikumaru helped Yushi back to her seat, and coach Ryuzaki also came over and asked with concern, "Didn't you be fine just now?"

Transparent beads of sweat dripped down her pale cheeks, her brows were tightly twisted into a Sichuan character, her eyelashes sometimes raised and sometimes dropped, and there seemed to be surging waves one after another in her purple eyes.

"Yushi!" The crowd parted quickly, and the blue-haired boy ran over quickly, followed by Ryuzaki Sakurano who ran to report the news. Yushi saw the unconscious person leaning on the seat breathing. There was a sudden stagnation, "Yushi!"

The thick eyelashes were raised and lowered heavily, but this time they did not open again.

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By the way, after the game, the scene where Xiaojing raised his T hand was really so frustrating, let me stand for a second double QwQ