[wangwang doujin] juvenile underage

From winter to spring, time slips quietly through the four seasons of the year, like quicksand between fingers, too fast for people to grasp.In this speed of time, the day of the Junior High Tennis National Conference has arrived.

On that day, Sakihara Ichie held the camera in his hand, and at the request of Takahashi Tatsuichi, carefully recorded the brilliant moments of the Lihai University Affiliated High School.

It was a very grand opening ceremony. Standing in the stands, Ichie Sakihara saw Xiaozang in the crowd at a glance.Wearing the tennis uniform of Sitianbaosi, he stood at the front of the team, still looking calm and dignified.A junior from the same company next to her looked down at the whole field and kept rubbing her arm, looking extremely excited.

During the few days of the competition, Li Hai won very smoothly.Yukimura Yuki and Takagi Haruko also stood at the front of the stands, shouting desperately to cheer.Ishie Sakihara stood beside them, taking in the confident and lively figures.But she always felt itchy, so she sneaked to the next field and saw a game of Keigo Atobe.

It was a game that really shocked her.

She still remembered that there was an endless stream of shouts from the stands at that time, as clear and loud as if they were about to burst the eardrum, and continued straight to the skyline.There is a group of crazy girls, they are standing on the edge of the stands, shouting, shouting with all their strength.The voices of the people were boiling, like a fierce heat wave coming from one seat after another, no matter what they could not resist, it completely compared the opponent's aura.

Then a young man walked into the stadium, with black eyes like ink, short gray-purple hair with slightly curled ends.He stood upright on one side of the court, with his right hand in his trouser pocket, carrying a light gray tennis racket, and the conceit in his eyes was obvious.

The young man straightened his left arm and snapped his fingers. The noise in the venue suddenly became silent, silent and silent. It seemed that everyone stretched their necks and waited for the next instruction from the young man in front of them.

At that moment, the sun seemed to gather on him.There is a kind of elegance and nobility that goes deep into the bone marrow, which is vividly set off.Sakihara Ichie opened his eyes carefully, and saw the tear mole under the boy's right eye.

That was Keigo Atobe, a young man with a strong sense of existence like an emperor, he was looking at his opponent on the other side of the field with those arrogant and arrogant eyes.

However, at the end of that game, Keigo Atobe, who broke the opponent's trick, lost the game with a score of 7-6.

Jiang Sakihara remembered that the game was really long, until the evening line began to gradually approach.

There was also an impressive singles three duel.

It was still a sunny day, Takagi Haruko pulled out from the support team at some point, politely squeezed the two of them away, and forced herself to Sakihara Ichie's side.

"Ichie, did you see Sanada-senpai's eyes?" She rubbed Sakihara Ichie's body, and the latter put down the camera.

Genichiro Sanada was still wearing the black hat, and the brim of the downward hat covered half of his eyebrows, blocking a little sunlight, so the sunlight cast a shadow on his eyes.He furrowed his brows tightly without letting up for a moment, and the sunlight reflected in his pupils made him sharper and sharper.

He looked at the person on the other side of the net with such eyes—the head of the tennis club at Youth Academy, Tezuka Kunimitsu.

"It's kind of scary." Takagi Haruko shuddered all over, "It's the first time I've seen Sanada-senpai's eyes so intense and sharp."

"Perhaps, the other party is someone Sanada-senpai regards as a real opponent." Sakihara City Jiang paused before saying.

Tezuka Kunimitsu, she still knows some rumors.A young man who should not be underestimated, with superb skills that even professional teams are optimistic about, maybe even simply mentioning his name can make people daunted.And this boy was so great that he decided to give up one of his arms for the team's victory.

To some extent, Sakihara Ichie felt that he was a little similar to Genichiro Sanada.This kind of person will never allow himself to relax, and will definitely make incredible efforts to achieve the exorbitant goals he has set for himself.Whether it is bragging or self-confidence, it probably all comes from the kind of obsession with tennis.

In the first round of the game, Genichiro Sanada used his unique trick to force his opponent away.

"It's really rare." Takagi Haruko sighed, "Using a unique move so quickly, maybe Sanada-senpai wanted to decide the winner as quickly as possible, but the opponent is Tezuka Kunimitsu, so it shouldn't be so easy."

Ichie Sakihara picked up the camera and took pictures of the stadium.

Attack, defend.Defense, offense.

The jumping yellow ball lingered on both sides of the field, back and forth, and started again and again.The two dueling players each occupied one side of the court, sweating wantonly and frantically.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the physical strength of both parties should be almost at the limit, but from the camera, Sanada Genichiro's eyes were still so determined and strong, and Tezuka Kunimitsu, he calmly called back again and again. The little yellow ball that was trying to drive him to a dead end was still breathing steadily.

This is the duel between the strong.

Ichie Sakihara almost forgot how many amazing stunts he had seen in this competition. He only saw Kunimitsu Tezuka constantly unleashing his superb skills.His left arm was covered with blood, which made his left arm red and swollen into a shocking piece.

Genichiro Sanada was standing opposite him, his legs were bent, his knees were also red and swollen, and he couldn't even stand firmly.

It was in such an impulsive scene, that obsession with victory hurt both sides.

"I always feel like crying." Haruko Takagi rubbed her face into her hair, "It was a cruel game, wasn't it, Ichie."

Ichie Sakihara nodded, trying to capture such a heart-stirring moment, only to find that the lens was blurred, and clear things gradually and slowly blurred.Through the lens of the camera, his tear-filled eyes looked at the two overly persistent teenagers who were still desperately fighting for their lives.

Yukimura Yuki stood in the stands, his gaze unswervingly followed the figure on the court who was still trying to be brave.Suddenly, she felt that this kind of Genichiro was so strange, she had never seen him before. In her mind, Genichiro had always been calm and composed, and she never thought that impulsiveness and passion could be associated with him.

It was a little hard for her to understand, what meaning to Genichiro was the result of such desperate persistence, but was covered with bruises all over his body.

Sweat had already wetted his hair, winding along his cheeks to his chin, but the stubborn fool still endured the severe pain and kept patting his red and swollen legs, forcing himself to stand up.

The tip of Yukimura Yuki's nose was sore, and Genichiro Sanada like this made her heart twist into a ball, suffocating to the point where it was hard to breathe.

"...don't continue...don't..." She looked at Yukimura Seichi who was sitting in front of her with tears in her eyes, "brother...can you Tell Genichiro not to...continue..."

Seiichi Yukimura never loosened his frown, he watched the boy in yellow standing up again and threw the ball high, "Yuki, watch the game carefully, this is Genichiro own choice."

Yukimura Yuki just stood there in a daze, as if she couldn't hear her own breathing.

"It seems that you don't understand at all."

Kitajima Reika's beautiful figure suddenly appeared in the misty eyes of water vapor. She folded her arms on her chest, glanced at the young man who was still fighting on the field, and then continued, "About three years ago, Genichiro was defeated by Tezuka Kunimitsu. However, that matter has always been a knot in his heart, if he can't completely defeat the opponent in this match, then the knot in Xianichiro's heart may not be untied for the rest of his life."

"This kind of situation, he can't give up no matter what, it can be regarded as an obsession he has been hiding in his heart." Bei Dao Lixiang's knowing eyes are like a sharp knife cutting through her heart, "You don't understand him, you must think that with a character like Genichiro, he wouldn't make fun of his legs, right?"

Kitajima Reika raised the corners of her lips slightly, that smile was a bit dazzling, piercing Yukimura Yuuki's pupils, revealing a bit of sourness and powerlessness.

She squeezed out of the crowd silently, stopping all the hustle and bustle behind her.