Wang Wang's dream color

In the tennis club with energetic young people, it seems that every day is full of vitality.

Walking into the arena with her bag on her back, Sakurano looked at the angry scene, stood aside with a slight smile and was stunned, wondering what she was thinking.

While still in a daze, something suddenly fell to the ground and rolled to Ying Nao's feet, awakening her who was in deep thought.

"Minister, yours," something.

Just as Sakura picked up the shining ring that fell on the ground, Sakura was about to return it to Tezuka who walked past her, but her eyes were fixed on the inner side of the silver ring, and she only spoke half of her words. .

"Thank you, it's mine."

Tezuka reached out to take the ring, Sakura blinked and smiled with interest, she asked tentatively, "Minister, how did you get this ring?"

"It was given by someone else."

When Tezuka heard Sakurano's question, a rare tenderness flashed in his eyes, then he turned around and walked away. Liu Sakura stood there alone, with an undisguised smile on his face surprise.

The candidates who gathered together were also joking with each other without any scruples.

"The minister really has an iceberg face every day,"

Eiji leaned on Oishi, staring at Tezuka who was patrolling in the distance, "The hardness of that face is directly proportional to the strength of the minister."

"Be careful that Tezuka will overhear you, and you'll be punished for doing another twenty laps!"

Fuji smiled slightly, but his tone was also narrow, "But I really want to see the soft side of Tezuka's expression, as if I want to win him once no matter what."

"Speaking of which,"

Eiji touched him with his elbow and worked quietly.

"Damn it, you were mercilessly KO'd by the minister again during the ranking match! Did you lose so badly!"

"Well, Tezuka's strength is unfathomable. Every time I play against him, I have to refresh my data."

Pushing his glasses, he looked at the notes he carried everywhere and replied, "The chance of winning him once is only 10%, which is really too low."

Echizen, who was leaning on the side net, heard the conversation of several people, a look of complexity flashed in his eyes, do you want to win no matter what?

It seems that he also said so.

"Brother, just once. I will definitely win you."

He was very small. At that time, he always carried the racket and declared war on the person who would always eat oranges with a smile on his face, and was beaten mercilessly again and again.

He never won, like, never won Dad.

That person, now.Echizen opened his eyes and looked towards the sky, a figure who left gracefully appeared in his mind, it must be okay, right?

Surrounded by members who arrived one after another, Sakura leaned the racket against the net, and Sakura stretched out her right hand, which she didn't often hold the racket in. She still had the convulsive pain that made her palpitation a few days ago. After a long while, she sighed. , but smiled with relief.

"There will always be... an answer."

After she finished whispering to herself, she raised her eyes, facing Zhengxuan who had already stood together in twos and threes, and Echizen stood beside them with a resolute face, with a look of arrogance.

The assembly whistle sounded on the field, and Sakura smiled slightly as if recovering, and walked to the field.

"The intramural competition has ended, and the new candidates are also listed according to their rankings. Considering the substitutes for the competition, the number of candidates has been adjusted to eight."

Ryuzaki clapped his hands, glanced at the people in front of him, and raised his volume.

"Three-year students, Tezuka, Fuji, Oishi, Eiji, Kawamura, Gan, second-year students, Kaitang, and first-year students, Echizen. The eight of you will form a new lineup to represent Seigaku, Impact, Regional Preliminaries, Tokyo The Capital Conference, the Kanto Competition, and even the National Competition!"

"Wow..." "Boom!" "Hey!"...

Applause, cheers, a very jubilant atmosphere suddenly filled the field.Another hot season of competition is about to begin.

the other side of the city.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The low chime was long and echoed in the open space.Minami Jiro teased Karubin beside him with a cat teasing stick, while holding a magazine in his hand and reading it intently, from time to time, he was scratched by the sharp cat's claws a few times and his teeth bared in pain.

Suddenly there was a slight sound from the extremely quiet surroundings, and his keen senses caught the abnormal movement. He looked over casually, and his pupils shrank slightly when they touched the visitor.

Quietly stopped in front of the yard, the windows of the black car were rolled down, Richard turned around, lowered his head in a beckoning voice and said in a low voice, "Master, we've arrived."

The obedient dress and good manners, even though his hair is gray, can still see the shrewdness and respect of the old housekeeper.

The pensive young man in front of him did not make a sound, the spacious and luxurious car was filled with a low and oppressive air pressure, Richard half bowed his body, even if he had served several nobles, under the invisible power in front of him, his forehead was still shaking. A little cold sweat oozes out.

The card in the palm shone with dazzling colors through the light coming in through the window, and it whirled and twirled delicately. The tiny and broken voice seemed abrupt and mysterious in the oppressive carriage.

Finally, in a panic-stricken stagnation, it stopped, and was lightly pinched by the slender fingers, with a frightening black light flickering slightly.

"Meow!"

The cat under his feet was still flopping, but Nanjiro, who was sitting lazily on the promenade, put down the cat teasing stick in his hand, and looked at the visitor slowly coming from a distance with casual eyes, gradually becoming more meaningful.

"Yo, today's guest is really strange."

Richard walked steadily and carefully, pushing the well-made wheelchair made of precious brown crystal, even the wheels and axles rolling on the ground exuded silver light, the boy on the chair kept his eyes down, Looking from a distance, only the top of his chestnut hair can be seen faintly shining in the light.

"What an honored guest!"

Unconsciously sighing, Nanjiro clapped his hands and stood up, walked down the corridor, and went up to meet him. The sunlight was so dazzling that it completely covered the rare solemnity in his eyes.Finally approaching, the boy's skin was fair, even slightly transparent under the light through the white shirt, Nanjiro watched him stop the delicate card in his hand, and raised his head.

"Forgive my intrusion, Mr. Warrior."

Regardless of his deep and mysterious eyes, the young man's face is as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, elegant, like a nobleman in the Middle Ages.

In fact, he is indeed a noble man with the highest honor, Nanjiro thought in his heart, when he met the boy's calm and compelling pupils, where the dark green color flashes from time to time, it is so mysterious that people dare not directly See.

His voice was hoarse and deep, and the corners of his cherry-colored lips had a ruthless arc of inertia.

Nanjiro looked at the obviously inferior boy, but he only felt that he was being condescended and cruelly looked down upon. Under the suffocating pressure of overwhelming power, he understood that in front of a growing emperor, even an invincible samurai could only Can surrender.

"Please."

Backing away slightly, Nanjiro squinted his eyes and lowered his head.

Nodding his head politely, Richard pushed the car into the house smoothly, and Nanjiro followed at a slightly staggered pace, behind him was a shimmering sun like broken gold.

After a long time, dusk fell.Nanjiro sat alone in front of the corridor that had just dissipated the cold air, and beside him were two envelopes, one new and the other old, with black covers and blood-colored special symbols. Everything was full of mysterious and chilling malice , he looked into the distance for a long time, and the informality of the past had long since disappeared on his face.

The sound of the wind chimes above his head broke the gloomy atmosphere in the room. Nanjiro finally got up and looked at the dark sky with a solemn expression, as if a samurai who had been silent for a long time had returned invincible again.

It was dark, and the tide was rising.

As soon as he walked into the main house, the phone on the table began to ding.

"What's what"

Raising the microphone somewhat rudely, Nanjiro's impatient eyes gradually deepened following the words on the other end.

"So, are you coming?"

When Nanjiro heard the question, he was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "Probably, no."

"Are you sure? It's been almost ten years,"

Before the person on the other side finished speaking, Nanjiro had already put down the microphone, and turned his seldom contemplative gaze to the corner of the sky outside the courtyard, with a hint of anticipation and nostalgia.

After all, it is already their world.Who can realize the big dream first.Really, it's exciting.

"Meow~~meow"

As soon as Echizen walked into the courtyard, he saw Nanjiro lying crookedly on the porch and teasing the cats. The cats were having a great time playing alone.

"Yo! Teens! Back!"

Seeing Echizen coming back, Nanjiro stood up and put down the cat in his hand with a smile.

"Dad, play a game with me!"

Before Minamijiro could answer, Echizen was already walking towards the tennis court in the courtyard with fear. Nanjiro looked at Echizen who was a little strange, but didn't say anything, just grinned and followed.

Throwing up the ball in his hand, Echizen jumped forward and swung the racket lightly. With a strong style of serving, the ball went straight to Tomojiro's feet.

Nanjiro closed his eyes for a moment to discern, and swung his racket with the momentum. The ball just approaching him was lightly sent back.

"Come again!"

Echizen greeted the net, and slammed back to Nanjiro.

"Come again!"

Jumping up and smashing, the moment Echizen swung his racket, Nanjiro moved slightly, but the speed of his swing doubled, and he responded swiftly, "It's still far away!"

"boom!"

There was an explosion in the backcourt, and before Echizen hit the ground, the return ball left deep marks on the baseline.

"Oh! How boring!"

After playing more than 40 rounds without interruption, Nanjiro leaped to the net and dunked the ball heavily, with the trajectory pointing directly to the bottom line of the backcourt.Echizen realized that he was chasing closely, but still couldn't keep up with the speed. He stretched out his racket to catch the ball, but watched helplessly as the return ball was hitting the bottom line from a short distance away, and his body was already on the ground.

"Youth, it's not even close!"

Nanjiro glanced provocatively at Echizen who fell to the ground, laughed and walked off the stage.

Echizen silently watched Nanjiro leave, and finally shouted unwillingly, "Dad! You wait! One day! I will defeat you! Absolutely!"

Nanjiro paused slightly, but did not stop, with a proud smile in his eyes, I look forward to the day when there will definitely be one.

Ryoma, I am waiting for the day when I am defeated by you.

The darkness is already gaining momentum, boy, grow up quickly...

"Yes, yes, this is Longzaki House."

After clearing the dining table, Ryuzaki picked up the tinkling phone receiver, his original casual expression gradually became serious following the words of the person on the other end of the phone.

"This way, is it really suitable? Sakura is her, she has been in a very unstable state recently, and she hasn't fully remembered the past..."

Ryuzaki looked at Sakurano's room upstairs, lowered his voice, and looked a little hesitant...

"That's it...it's too dangerous."...

"That would be a good idea...was that guy's idea? Well...I see...ok...that's it."

Putting down the phone, Ryuzaki looked up again, and his eyes fell on the tennis magazine spread out on the table. A striking report came into his eyes, "The first round of selection for the Japan-US friendly match is about to begin."

She was stunned for a while, shook her head and sighed softly, the moonlight outside the window entered the house, and it was slightly cold.

The author has something to say: Oh...baby also has big dreams...