[Volleyball] Please, please give me a mole with tears and bright eyes!

It seems that countless carefully stacked dominoes have come to an end, and if you don't pay attention to it, all previous efforts will be wasted.

From the perspective of Akane Takeda, referring to the past about Kong Wenlu can only be compared in this way.

When she saw the face of the tall girl in a bathrobe clearly, Kong Wenlu had already walked up to her, and the fellow student next to her who recognized her gasped in surprise, and the duller juniors also noticed the unusual atmosphere and stopped. Looking at the movements in his hands, the territory of the sports students who had been training in an orderly manner before was suddenly shrouded in a barrier of silence.

Akane Takeda glanced from bottom to top, and glanced at her ex-friend's muscular calves, back and well-manicured nails, and it was no surprise that she was still maintaining a high level of competition.

Ho, it's fine if you don't waste it.

The opportunity for the two of them to get in touch at the beginning was that the roles of international students and guides are the same.

As the leader of the girls, Takeda has no other choice but to take on the task of leading the rookie to integrate into the foreign environment as the main force of the women's table tennis club - just as a necessary social contribution, in order to maintain her usual capable top student personal image.

When the foreign student showed her excellent fighting ability on the table tennis table, Akane Takeda was amused, and proudly accepted the newcomer's seat in her circle of friends.

After all, that little yellow ball is one of the few bright colors in Akane Takeda's other life, which can open up a way to the future in the troubled family environment-her favorite sport.

For this reason, she doesn't mind being tolerant of people and things related to it.

"Ah Nuo—what's the matter? What a coincidence, Senior Wenlu, your school is also here..." The male table tennis club owner inserted Kimura to try to liven up the heavy atmosphere, and he felt that things were a bit out of order ——The long-lost seniors look like they are about to tear apart? !

Akane Takeda slowly took the racket bag and slapped Kimura away, unzipped the zipper, took out two rackets, and threw one to the expressionless Kong Wenlu.

The lights gathered on the top of the head made the head hot, and the warmed-up heart was beating excitedly. Akane Takeda heard her own voice as usual: "——Speaking of the above, I will not apologize."

Kong Wenlu was silent for a while, took a deep breath, walked to the nearest table, and threw out the most emphatic sentence she could say without looking back: "Five games, three wins and 11 goals - the effect is the same if you admit defeat. .”

However, there is a limit to Takeda's tolerance for his friends.

When Kong Wenlu throws off her peers by a significant gap, Akane Takeda can warn herself that there are others out there, and act as a rehearsal for a strong enemy in advance.

When Kong Wenlu smiled at her naively and shyly expressed that the friends in the club are good people and don't care about winning or losing, Takeda Qian reminded herself that the other party was a rookie with low EQ.

When Kong Wenlu's father, the former athlete whom she also admired very much, kindly told their homeroom teacher to take care of his daughter, Akane Takeda just curled her lips and turned her back to be sprayed with bruises by her father after drinking to hypnotize her. People are different from each other.

When the gap is so big that it is marked as a genius and a mortal, and a genius is asserted that the future is boundless, Takeda Akane can only train harder, seeing that the opponent is far beyond his reach, and has nothing to say.

Three years, from the second year of junior high school to the first year of high school, every time the stinging comparisons that were not revealed on the face finally pushed her to the bottom line of her tolerance—never, never let her feel that she is worthless, otherwise——

Akane Takeda pinched the medicine list for the painkiller spray, and casually suggested to the senior sister who complained that the championship was rare and hard to get a sports recommendation: "The hospital in the port can issue a medical certificate for the money, why don't you try it——Kong Hui?" I will give you the championship of the final."

The gazes of the other members of the same class in the department focused on her, and Akane Takeda looked back with a half-smile: "Anyway, there are so many champions who are geniuses."

An inattentive, unbalanced finger overturned the friendship line that had been painstakingly planned for a long time, the shiny top of the domino collapsed, and the side struggling in the mud was revealed in a mess.