Wang Wang's dream color

A certain sister who was angry because of Tezuka's incident looked at Momoshiro, who had been very protective of her minister before, and narrowed her eyes dangerously. She didn't show mercy when she came up, so...

"boom!"

"Snapped!"

The whistling dust hit Taocheng's face, and his dissatisfaction was drowned in the choking rock and soil.

"Humph!"

Glancing provocatively at the embarrassed Taocheng, Chuan Evil spoke fiercely.

"The people under that bastard are only capable of this!"

"My brother is very angry today!"

Touching her nose, Naliang stood beside Sakurano and muttered, "Isn't it just venting anger?"

"Ah."

Nodding seriously, Sakura smiled, "Very likely."

"what!"

The appearance of the jumping smash made Chuan Wei raise his eyebrows, but in the next second, before Taocheng landed, that powerful attack was effortlessly blocked back, stirring up a cloud of dust in the backcourt.

"A Tao's situation seems to be very bad!"

Eiji's gaze turned away from his partner Oishi's match, and he looked at Momojo with a worried expression.

"It seems that the speed is not as fast as usual."

"Did the injury on the left foot recur? I climbed a mountain for a long time yesterday."

Bu Er also looked over.

But the truth is true, Chuan's strength is already stronger than Taocheng's, and his merciless attack has suppressed his performance, coupled with the spasm of his left foot, it really made Taocheng change in this game. It was extraordinarily difficult.

leap!Hold the racket with both hands!Swipe!

Jack Knife!

The trick mastered in the Capital Conference finally appeared!

"Boom!"

Chuan looked at the powerful ball under his feet, and nodded his head rarely, but Taocheng's signature provocative growl came from his ears.

He frowned, looked up at Taocheng, who was drenched in sweat, and his eyes stopped on his left foot.

It only started three rounds, but the running, jumping, swinging, and energy consumption between the two of them was astonishing, and the racket in their hands was still a special product filled with lead, all of which invisibly increased Taocheng's strength. The burden of the left foot injury.

Now, in Chuan's eyes, the convulsed part was too much to ignore.

"Boy! Are you sure you want to continue fighting?"

Taocheng looked at Chuan who was asking the question in surprise, and it took him a while to realize that he was referring to his own injuries. He gritted his teeth and growled, "Of course! It's not enough!"

"cut"

With a snort of disdain, Chuan walked to the front of the net, looked directly at Taocheng who was slightly bending over and panting, and said word by word.

"But I don't have that American time to play with you!"

"you!"

Furious, Taocheng raised his foot and was about to rush forward, but with this movement, a sharp pain suddenly came from his left foot, he couldn't help but frown uncontrollably.

"Tut! Rest, boy!"

Bai Shan, who clearly saw this scene, also came up, his smiling face became a little more serious.

"If you don't want to delay the next important event, don't be brave!"

"what!"

Unwillingly staring at the careless Chuan, but thinking about the upcoming Kanto competition, Taocheng let out a low growl and limped slightly off the stage.Therefore, under such circumstances, the battle on Stadium No. [-] came to an end first.

And just as the training here is unfolding, there are many unknown changes happening on the other side of the forest.

Walking into the ward, the person on the bed was falling asleep unknowingly, the harmonious light scattered on Yukimura's face, revealing the harmony of light and shadow, he turned slightly sideways, his hair without a forehead band swept over the corners of his eyes, revealing a somewhat pale face The complexion, everything is quiet.

Putting the roses she brought into the vase by the bed, Izuto stood by the bed and looked at Yukimura's slightly curved lips that he didn't leave behind in his dreams...

After a long silence, she raised her eyes to look at the warm sunshine outside the window, and felt a warm touch lightly touch her eyebrows, lightly touch those eyebrows that reveal loneliness when there is no one else.

"It's so intoxicatingly bright..."

He muttered without knowing what to say, pursed his lips, and slowly squatted down...

So... when Yukimura woke up from his nap as usual, the proud girl lying motionless by his bed was the one who caught his eye.

He looked at the gleam in her slightly squinted eyes, at her slightly flushed cheeks under the light, at her loose long hair blooming like flowers,

looking at her...

Lazy, bright, very beautiful.

"Feel sorry."

Seeing Yukimura wake up, the mist in his eyes gradually faded, and he spoke with a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."

"what happened?"

Still smiling gently as before, Yukimura sat up from the bed with a slight doubt in his eyes.

"Why are you apologizing?"

Silent, Deyin stood up, squatting for too long, her footsteps were still a little unsteady, looking at Yukimura, she pursed her lips, and still spoke.

"I may not be able to win the Kanto victory that belongs to you as a member of Lihai University."

He paused, and avoided Yukimura's slightly deep eyes.

"Feel sorry."

"Are you leaving Japan?"

Smiling slightly, his voice couldn't help lowering his voice, Yukimura's fingers under the quilt tightened slightly, but unexpectedly saw the sound and shook his head in denial.

"No, I'm going to participate in the trials."

"For your 'opponent'?"

Feeling relieved suddenly, Yukimura didn't know how complicated his mood was, but at the moment of nodding his head, he smiled unconsciously, and he was so gentle again.

"You don't have to feel sorry."

Speaking slowly, Yukimura looked up at Izune.

"That's what you came here for, isn't it?"

silence.Looking at each other for a long time, she suddenly smiled, still the kind of noble, elegant, and proud smile. She stared at Yukimura with those lazy and beautiful eyes like when she first met, and said every word, her voice Low as if talking to himself.

"Yes, that's it, nothing more."

There's nothing else... like being confused, or, deceiving yourself.

Yukimura watched the light and shadow in her eyes change, and the smile on his face became more and more gentle. He turned his eyes sideways to cover the deep emotion in his eyes, "I still remember the first time you came here."

Sensing the gaze cast by Ikuto, Yukimura smiled and lowered his eyes, but didn't say what was in his heart.

He still remembered that the Zoujiang Chuyin he saw at that moment was very proud, lonely, and fragile. When she walked into the sun and shone all over her body, he clearly captured that part of her that was similar to himself. stubborn.

We may be people with the same disease, and we may be able to lean on each other, he thought in his heart, but he covered everything in the corner of his lips, and only sighed lightly, gently and tenderly.

After the sound, he looked at him in bewilderment, seeing Yukimura Hidden's side face blurred in the backlight, listening to the groaning, the smile on his face was suppressed, and he fell silent.

It's an indescribable feeling, but in those moments of companionship, she will feel at ease, will unconsciously rely on it, and will feel, ah, so she can take a break and don't have to laugh so proudly...

so tired.I don't understand what kind of emotion this is. I don't know whether these feelings are related to heartbeat. I only know vaguely that we can rely on each other somewhere.

"So, who is it?"

Finally, Yukimura got up, put on his coat, and walked to the window. The forehead belt he tied on made his pale face slightly alive, and he woke up the voice that was still in a trance, "Huh?"

"I mean, who is that opponent that makes you miss so much?"

Turning around, Yukimura's smile shone into her eyes.

"She's in Qingxue now."

Looking at such a gentle smile, it seems that everything is not so difficult to talk about, "Her name is Ryuzaki Sakurano."

"Ryuzaki Sakura?"

Slightly frowning, Yukimura's eyes wandered a little, it seemed familiar, where did he hear it...

"Yes."

Not noticing Yukimura's reaction, he murmured subconsciously with a somewhat bewildered expression.

"A very shiny, very shiny person. Gentle, dazzling, strong, bright...a person who is destined to be noticed."

"sound,"

Thinking about it, Yukimura recalled the girl he ran into in the corridor that day, and met Itsuto with absent-minded eyes, his eyes slightly deep.

"It seems that you don't hate her."

Hearing this, she paused, stared blankly at Yukimura for a while, and then nodded in a daze.

"Yeah, why would you hate it?"

Smiling, but the curvature of the lips is astringent, the sound is tilted, the head is tilted, the misty eyes are looking out the window at the sun that is gradually setting in the west with the passage of time, and the lazy face is hazy.

"She used to be my favorite person."

Looking at the girl who was a little crazy, Yukimura's fingers hanging by his side were curled up tightly, he no longer looked at the voice that seemed to be stuck in memory, he moved his eyes to the flowers on the bedside, the rich black color bloomed, sad and public, It seems that those who love it hide their unknown fragility under the beautiful and proud expression.

It seemed that a different emotion had been rendered by the gloomy sunlight. She uttered a voice covering her eyes, and a very strong desire to confide suddenly emerged in her heart. Yukimura smiled absent-mindedly.

Suddenly there was a low chuckle in his ears, Yukimura, who was thinking about it, raised his eyes slightly in surprise, facing the setting sun, he looked at her in front of him, and heard the soft whispers, lingering in his heart.

"Want to hear? My story."

"clatter..."

The sound of lightly touching teacups is particularly crisp in the silent room. The afternoon sun shines in through the fluttering gauze curtains, and tiny dust rises under the light.

With his fingers resting lightly on the chair, his eyes and face were slightly closed, and his delicate, monster-like face was covered with sunlight, making him look pure and picturesque from a distance.

"Master,"

Respectfully bending over to hand over the photo in his hand, Richard's voice was cautious, "Mr. Baishan sent a message that Miss Ying fell off a cliff last night, and Hecate appeared."

Seeing Feichen startled, the black cold light on his fingertips suddenly stopped, and Richard quickly added another sentence.

"But in the end, the medication stabilized, and now it's all right."

"No problem?"

Touching the sleeping face in the photo with his fingers, the hideous wound could not be concealed under the soft light, his fingertips tightened slightly, and his voice like broken jade became hoarse.

"Tell me carefully what happened."

"Yes."

Richard's unwavering and respectful explanation came from his ears. He looked at the person in the photo, and ripples splashed in his deep eyes. The brighter and nobler colors...