Wang Wang's dream color

"In the second game, Echizen serves."

Echizen lowered the brim of his hat, glanced at Kawamura, who had been provoked by himself, and held the racket in his right hand, jumped up slightly, leaned over slightly, and swung the racket.

Kawamura clenched his racket tightly and stepped forward to meet him. Unexpectedly, the ball that touched the ground turned around and shot towards his body.

Unexpectedly, Kawamura hurriedly turned his head sideways, avoiding the ball that almost scratched his cheek.

"This is?"

Gan looked at the trajectory of the ball turning, and when he was still thinking about it, Taocheng's excited voice came from beside him, "It has appeared! Outspin serve!" "Outside spin, serve?"

Everyone stared at Echizen who was calmly on the field in amazement, nodded thoughtfully, and recorded, "Do you have the data of the outspin serve?"

"Serve, just win it."

After all, Kawamura failed to penetrate the outspin serve with the clean four balls. Seeing the end of the round so quickly, Momoshiro couldn't help sighing, "What a tricky close shot."

"1-1."

The score was quickly leveled.

"Kawamura serves."

"OK! Burning! Try my power!"

Even though the score was tied, Kawamura's passion did not diminish at all, but became more intense, "Eat my ball!"

His eyes burst into flames, and Kawamura roared, and he swung a powerful ball.

"Nine percent."

Gan murmured, "Ninety percent."

Echizen held the racket with both hands and met him head-on, paused for a moment, gritted his teeth and returned to the net.

When Kawamura saw that Echizen blocked the attack with [-]% of his strength, he was surprised and at the same time increased his strength, and rushed towards the opposite side with [-]% of his astonishing strength.

This time, the accident did not happen again.

"Snapped!"

The huge impact brought Echizen all the way back to the sideline. After holding on for a while, he was still knocked off his racket by the aftershock.

"15-0"

Picking up the racquet, Echizen stretched out his hand to tighten the racquet net, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

"Looking at the ball with both hands, Echizen, who struggled to catch Kawamura's second [-]% serve, the movements recorded by his subordinates became faster and faster.

"It's about to take off again."

Echizen's movements on the field were extremely slow and strenuous, and Momoshiro couldn't help predicting with some worry, but unexpectedly, the ball was counterattacked firmly by Echizen, although it was strenuous.

"Out! 30-0."

The high lob draws a long arc in the air and finally bounces into the side netting.

In the next round, Echizen easily won the serve again with a tricky outspin serve.

"2-2."

"It's deadlocked."

Dashi suddenly said, "Could it be a war of attrition?"

While everyone was guessing, the fifth round had suddenly begun.

"Hey! Senior!"

Echizen looked at Kawamura who was about to serve, and suddenly said, "Have you ever thought about the feeling of being defeated by yourself?"

"Don't talk nonsense to me! Catch my ball first!"

Kawamura made a vertical jump and rushed to the opposite side with extremely strong strength, while Echizen, who had been retreating to the backcourt, unexpectedly stepped onto the net, jumped up without the slightest hesitation, and volleyed head-on.

"He wants to intercept Kawamura's [-]% strength shot in mid-air?!"

Eiji's eyes widened in surprise, "Is he crazy?! He'll get hurt!"

"The probability of being off-beat is higher than 60%." The cold data of the dry ice drew a faint smile from the side, the new junior is very interesting.

"Just using brute force, absolutely, can't beat me!"

Echizen volleyed in the air, catching the ball with one hand with his right hand. After a brief stalemate, a faster and more violent shadow of the ball burst out from his racket, and shot towards Kawamura with unerring accuracy.

"Snapped!"

The successive accidents greatly exceeded everyone's expectations, and Kawamura couldn't believe it when he saw the racket that had been knocked off the ground.But the tingling feeling that came from his hand was an incomparably real reminder of the domineering power of that ball.

"15-0."

"Hecun, off-shoot."

Eiji opened his mouth wide, but didn't blink his eyes.

"I see."

Gan held the pen in his hand and suddenly realized. "Make a double spin on the return, and use your own inertia and the falling pressure in the air to hit the ball back. And the spin is added to the return, and the power is equivalent to that of Kawamura. Twice as much, so that Kawamura was overwhelmed and fell off the beat."

"That's why I said, I was defeated by myself."

Dashi watched the dramatic changes on the field and murmured.

"Using strength to fight strength, what a beautiful move."

Fuji bent the corner of his eyes, turned his head to look at Tezuka with serious expression, "Tezuka, what do you think?"

"Well, the ability to adapt is good." Tezuka nodded expressionlessly, his voice was unmoving, and he did not distinguish between emotions and anger.

"Good!"

Kawamura picked up the racket, tossed the ball high, and swung the racket vigorously, "What about this ball! Boy!"

"boom!"

Without hesitation, he buffered with one hand, a lob bounced off the Echizen racket, and landed on the boundary line exactly.

"30-0."

Seeing this situation, Kawamura unreconciledly exerted his strength again, roaring away with [-]% of his strength, stepped forward to meet him fearlessly, spun several times and then raised his hand to strike back.

"Snapped!"

He took off the racket again, and Kawamura held his slightly numb wrist, astonishment flashed across his eyes, and just as he picked up the racket, a lazy voice came from the opposite side, "Senior, if you lose the advantage of strength, you won't be able to play a new game." It's a trick. Then I have to say, you will definitely lose!"

"Arrogance!" Kawamura was instantly furious, and the strength of his swing became stronger and stronger each time, "Look at my real strength!" "Burning!" "Take it!"...

"Twenty rounds!"

Seeing the continuous tug-of-war on the field, Taocheng frowned, "Hecun spares no effort to fight back every time, but the effect of strength is not obvious."

"It's a ruse."

Fuji responded with a smile, "Echizen purposely provoked Kawamura, launching a saw-saw of power. Every time Kawamura had to fight back with all his strength, he also had to run back and forth, left and right, losing his stamina very quickly. Echizen only used very little force to rotate back and control the force. In the situation on the court, physical strength has a great advantage.”

"It seems to be a very happy thing,"

Sakura looked at Echizen who was fighting wantonly on the court, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and the resistance to tennis in her heart was gradually fading away.In a place where no one could see, her lowered hand was trembling unconsciously.

After a protracted tug-of-war.

"boom!"

A heavy dunk, as the perfect ending for Echizen.

"You are still far away!" He held the racket with his right hand and pointed at Hecun, with great confidence in his eyes.

"6-3. Echizen wins."

The final whistle blew, and Echizen and Kawamura walked out of the field one after the other.

"

Kawamura, your strength has made some breakthroughs in the protracted war. "

Facing the dry data, Kawamura, who put down his racket, said honestly and shyly, "Is that so? It still needs to be strengthened, it is far from enough."

Then he turned to Echizen behind him, "Ochizen, although I lost, I will still stick to my strength. Next time, I will use my strength to completely knock you down!"

"Really. But, I don't want to fight with you anymore."

Echizen pressed down on the brim of his hat, turned around, and was facing Sakurano who was standing under the tree with a faint smile, and her dark black hair glowed with a faint luster under the soft twilight, pure and beautiful.

she was

He nodded slightly, then turned around, and left again, carrying some incomprehensible but inexplicably heart-wrenching sadness.

The sunset in the sky is like fire, which makes people feel that this silent street is terribly silent.

Sakura was walking alone on the side of the street with her bag on her back, surrounded by winding and deep alleys, her hanging hands were still trembling, she was still shouting, she was still immersed in the dripping battle just now.

Something seemed to emerge in her heart, Ying Nao stopped, looking at the clouds in the distance, lost in thought.

"Teen! You're back!"

Seeing Echizen coming back, Nanjiro scratched his head, quickly put away the magazine in which the model was wearing revealing clothes in his hand, and looked at Echizen who ignored him with a smile, "How do you feel?"

"nothing at all."

Echizen sat cross-legged at the table, "It's just that there is a very special girl in the tennis club."

"Oh? Girl? Boy, not bad, I know I'm looking for a little girlfriend!"

Nanjiro was stunned for a moment, his expression suddenly became lively, and he winked at the frowning Echizen, "Not bad! I finally got the hang of it! When will you bring it back for me to see!"

"You think too much! Dad!"

Sighing extremely helplessly, Echizen stood up resignedly, "Forget it! Just pretend I didn't say it."

"Don't! It's hard to hear you talking about girls, don't be so shy!"

He walked upstairs in silence, but Nanjiro's narrow jokes still came from behind him, Echizen slumped his shoulders dejectedly, and was about to escape from this embarrassing atmosphere, but Nanjiro suddenly became serious words came from behind him, "Hey, Ryoma, do you have faith?"

"Faith? What do you mean?"

Echizen turned around and looked into Kaminanjiro's eyes, there was a kind of sharp and profound meaning that he rarely saw.

"Huh? Is it hard to understand? Let me change the question."

Nanjiro looked away, and his tone became loose again, "If you can't play, what will you do?"

Echizen was silent for a while, turned around again, and walked upstairs, leaving only a faint sentence, "No one can stop me from doing what I want to do."

"This kid,"

Nanjiro shook his head helplessly, but there was an unpredictable smile in his eyes, "It really looks like me."

"Ding-ding."

Echizen sat on the bed, the solar term wind chimes in front of the window rang softly because of a breeze, entangled his mood in bits and pieces.

"call."

Spreading his hands, he fell down and sank into the soft bed, the moonlight shining in from the window enveloped his delicate outline, "Qing Xue, what?"

the other side of the city.

"Grandma, I'm back."

Closing the courtyard door, the outside of the house is already blurred by night.

"Why did you come back so late? Where have you been?"

"Oh, just strolled in the street."

After changing the shoes, Sakura walked over to Ryuzaki and sat down, "I watched the school ranking competition today, and I don't know why, but I was deeply moved."

"Oh? What's wrong?"

Hearing Sakurano's words, Ryuzaki became a little interested, "How do you feel?"

The smile on Sakurano's face was gentle, but it was covered with a hazy doubt, "When I was in the United States, almost everyone around me was related to tennis. They were active in major competitions and had unparalleled talent and strength. Although I I don’t know how to play, but occasionally I will sigh their strength when I see them.”

After a pause, Ying Nao's vision was far away, and there was a slight strangeness in the warmth.

"As for everyone in Qingxue, to be honest, they are not that strong. However, I always see some light in them that I have never seen before...responsibility...warmth..."

Sakura lowered her eyes, hiding the remaining conflict inside, "There is... happiness."

"Happiness... is it..."

The atmosphere was stagnant for some reason, sighed, Ryuzaki patted Sakura on the shoulder, suddenly remembered something, got up and walked into the room, took out a square cardboard box and handed it to Sakura who was about to go upstairs.

"By the way, your grandfather Baishan said that he sorted out some of your old things and sent them to you."

The author has something to say: Speaking of which, when I was watching Wang Wang, I had a great feeling for Nanjiro, and when I grew up, I knew a word called "Uncle Control"...

Each kind of handsome uncle has its own cuteness...Minami Jiro is always a raunchy but occasionally serious uncle...Once he becomes serious, he is so handsome~~~