[Net King] I have someone I like

Yukimura understood, and immediately took out a pair of wristbands from his tennis bag and handed them over, "It was cleaned, just ordinary wristbands."

"Ah, thank you," I took it, and immediately expressed my doubts, "But what do you mean it's just an ordinary wristband? Don't tell me you're wearing something unusual?" I asked, pointing to the black wristband on his wrist.

Yukimura took off a black wristband from his hand and handed it to me. When I took it, the weight in my hand almost sank, "So heavy?"

"This is for training weights." Yukimura put it back on, "Everyone in the tennis club must wear it."

I nodded and put on the ordinary wristband he gave me, "The tennis team is really strict." It's probably the most disciplined team I've ever seen.

"This is just an ordinary request. If such a request cannot be fulfilled, how can we achieve two consecutive championships in the national competition this year." Yukimura replied very flatly, but it was this flatness, with an incomparable self-confidence, not blind Optimistic and arrogant, but how much sweat you usually put in to have the unshakable confidence to stand on the highest arena in the country.

"I will definitely win." I affirmed with complete confidence.

Regarding this trusting tone, Yukimura smiled slightly, with a little genuine joy, "My wristband may be a little too big for you to use, it's better to buy a suitable pair."

"Your wrists don't look thick, do they?" The boy's lines can even be called slender and beautiful.

Yukimura stretched out his hand, and I put my hand next to him for comparison, "It's still a bit thicker." Because of dance lessons and a long-term reasonable diet, I finally got rid of the round body that I was described by Saki before, so compared with him It still needs to be thinner. Sure enough, no matter how slender they look, the skeleton of boys is still bigger than that of girls.

"This is what it should be. If your hands are really unreasonably thin, how can you hit a powerful ball." Yukimura lightly clenched his arms and put them in front of my eyes. It looked clear-cut and contained strength that cannot be ignored.

I suddenly remembered, what I saw in the game, he beat the opposite boy who was half a head taller and much stronger, as if he had no power to fight back.

"You are still fit to stand on the tennis court." The sudden exclamation made Yukimura frown puzzled, "Huh?"

"It's nothing, coach, it's almost time to rest, continue?" I turned the wristband on my wrist, and the corners of my mouth couldn't stop turning up, making people feel the taste from the bottom of my heart. No matter how delicate a cake is, it can't be compared sweetness.

Yukimura didn't seem to want to ask more questions, and nodded, "I've just practiced my serve so far. What do you think is the key to winning in a tennis match?"

I thought about it, "Hit back every ball the opponent has, and hit the ball that the opponent can't catch."

"That's right, if you can control the tennis ball, you are the one to win. Skill competitions are not professional players, just hit the ball back to the opponent's court." Yukimura drew a circle on the wall, "Try And hit the ball right here on every return."

"Is this circle a bit small?" I gestured the size of the circle with both hands, "I think I might not be able to punch in."

"Just try to get as close to the circle as possible."

Of course, it is easier to say, but to put it into practice, one two... oh, the ball flew, one, two, three... oh, the ball flew again, and none of them hit the circle.The more you can't hit it, the more you want to hit it. Gradually, your energy becomes more and more concentrated, and you can only see the yellow ball in your eyes until it hits the circle.

With my hands on my knees, I was so tired that I was gasping for breath. I didn't know how long I had been beating, and my arms gradually felt sore and limp.

"Okay, that's it for today." Yukimura stopped, "Your arm will hurt if you continue to fight. You should try to practice ball control every day. Next time we try sparring, and I will practice with you."

I raised my head and showed a big smile, "Now I finally know how difficult it is to control the ball so accurately every time." And Seiichi Yukimura in the game can do it completely, "Please do me like this A coach who is a complete novice is not an overqualified person, but a completely overqualified person. Hey, I feel sorry for you for no reason.”

Yukimura raised his eyebrows, and then a smile appeared on his lips, "If you feel sorry for me, then win."

If you feel sorry, you should win. Before the game, I kept echoing such words in my mind. When I stood on the court holding Yukimura's racket, I seemed to understand the feeling of not wanting to lose.

Standing here, I want to win!

Hold on to the racket, I will go all out.

"I'm sorry, but I still lost." Although he had tried his best to suppress it, his voice was still calm.But inevitably, there was still a lump in my throat.

All the way to the final was very smooth. I am not a professional tennis player, and the others are amateur enough. At any rate, I have someone to guide me, and I have some time to practice every day. Against the slightly better opponents, it was harder to fight, but they still won the semi-finals smoothly.Then, he encountered a strong opponent in the decisive victory, and he had no power to parry at all, and lost from the beginning to the end.

Not reconciled, very unwilling, but also admit failure.

"I've seen the one who played against you. I used to learn tennis in the same tennis club as I was in elementary school, but I don't know why I didn't continue to play." Yukimura said flatly.

I looked up at Yukimura Yun's calm and breezy face suspiciously, then shook my head, "Forget it, if you lose, you lose, and if you lose, you have to admit it. If you lose and keep making excuses, you probably will never lose." It will improve."

In fact, sometimes, winning or losing is not only with others, but also with yourself. Only by constantly seeing your own shortcomings, constantly challenging yourself, and defeating yourself can you see the future. If you refuse to admit that you have lost and make excuses for yourself, then Can only stand still.

So if I lose, I have to admit it.

Yukimura smiled and was about to say something when I blinked my eyes suddenly and two bright teardrops came down, "Although I said so, I'm still not happy when I lose."

A certain person's expression didn't know whether to cry or not, "Speak loudly, but cry as soon as you say it."

"But, but..." I reached out to wipe my tears, but you helped me train and borrowed my racket, but I couldn't even win the ball skills meeting.

"Don't cry," Yukimura reached out to the back of my head and pulled it lightly, and the hairband tied behind my head fell off. I looked at him in amazement and forgot to cry. He smiled and put the hairband on A line on the forehead, "It's a cricket match soon, I will definitely win." The decisive tone, the boy's eyes, are the confidence and strength that sweep away everything.

Under such momentum, I wiped away my tears not to be outdone, and tried my best to raise the most beautiful curve of my mouth, "Come on, we must win."

Yukimura Seiichi's will win, not just talk.

Even if it's not a tennis racket, it can still beat the opponent to pieces.I was jumping and jumping, cheering him on harder than I did when I participated in the national competition.

At this time, what we sway desperately is not only tears, sweat, but also the youth that we have been working hard and never want to regret.

The author has something to say: Well... I was so sweet too...

Is it not a tragic game of ball skills at all, haha~

Girls, double update as agreed, isn't it great?