"Why bother, we can win without you, you should lose or lose, what are you so obsessed with?" Fujimine admires Tezuka's sense of responsibility very much, his style of being strict with others and stricter than self-discipline, no one dares to say a word. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info But Big Brother, who has given him countless privileges and countless cares since he joined the school team, he doesn't want to see such a person sent out of the first failure of the junior high school era in such a mess because of his pain.

"It's time for you to rest." Tezuka completely ignored the cold water poured by Fujimine, said lightly, and reflexively picked up the racket and prepared to play. His facial expressions and movements did not change in the slightest, but there was a sense of relaxation in the depths of his eyes, the first-year Fuji Feng has grown to the point where he is stronger than Fuji, although it was Fuji Feng who deliberately poured cold water, but it is also a fact - without Tezuka, the game that Qingxue should win will still be won.

Maybe it's time for me to hand over the pillar position of Qingxue, but I don't know who has the strength to take over in the near future. I prefer Echizen because he was born for tennis, but if it's Fujimine, there's nothing wrong with that. Anyway, this may be your last battle, so let it end perfectly. Tezuka thought of this, and the temperament revealed by his body became more resolute.

"That's it." No one could change what Tezuka decided, and Fujimine had no choice but to give up. Thinking about it, this is also a good thing, the so-called not breaking and not standing, only by making Tezuka's hand injury so serious that he can't play tennis at all, can he make up his mind to go abroad for treatment, and can he welcome back a complete Tezuka, a Tezuka who is at the peak of the realm.

"Hey, little girl, cover your ears!" Fujimine staggered towards the sidelines, as if he wasn't going to watch this game again. When he walked to Xing's side, he took her by the hand and reached out to cover her ears.

Xing is now a little accustomed to Tengfeng's intimate behavior, and she whispered angrily: "It's called a little girl again, it's really a stinky little ghost." She watched as Fuji Feng took his hand away, covered her ears, and motioned for her to do the same, although she didn't know why, but she did it obediently.

Almost at the same time as Apricot stretched out her hand to cover her ears, a muffled cheer sounded in her ears like a mountain and a tsunami. Although she had covered her ears, she still felt that the rumbling sound was a little annoyed, and the little girl gladly glanced at the vine peak beside her, and walked out with him.

The burst of cheers was naturally the sound of Uncle Jibu coming on the field. The cheerleaders of two hundred people shouted at the same time, and the heartfelt shouts were almost like a thousand rehearsals, and the huge echoes of resonance seemed to stir in such an empty stadium, and everyone hysterically shouted the same name: "Trace! Traces! Traces! Traces! The winner is the trace! The winner is the Ice Emperor! ”

"Is it Uncle Ben's turn to play so soon?" Jibu closed his eyes and his face was full of intoxication, as if he had been intoxicated with his own charm and couldn't extricate himself: "In this case, Uncle Ben will let you take a good look at the tennis of the Ice Emperor!" Tremble with despair! ”

"Huh!"

With his left hand held high and his right hand in his pocket, his eyes slightly closed, he slowly walked into the hall step by step. And with each step he took, the cheers of the audience were even higher, even Higiru, who was hiding in the shadows and thinking about committing a crime all the time, couldn't help but tremble.

"The winner is the Ice Emperor! The winner is the Ice Emperor! The loser is Qingxue! The loser is Qingxue! The winner is the trace! The winner is the ...... of the traces"

"He's exaggerating like this......" Momojo opened his eyes wide and looked at the man who had played with him once, his head was full of black lines, and his mouth became square and looked big, as if he was about to dislocate and fall off, "I am embarrassed to see it!" ”

"Hiss......" Haitang shrugged softly, and a gloomy tone sounded: "Grandstanding guy." ”

"It's really bad, Tezuka's momentum has been completely suppressed!" Kikumaru cried out worriedly, covering his face. Listening to Kikumaru's words, his good friend Oishi hurriedly shouted to Horio behind him, "Hey, first-year, what are you doing!" Come on, shout, don't be compared to others! ”

"Yes...... Be! Dashi's rare serious tone instantly shocked the uncalm trio, and hurriedly stood upright, and shouted with the members of the first-grade tennis club behind him: "Qingxue - come on, come on!" ”

"No, ......" shouted for about three or five minutes, Horio sat down dryly, his voice was loud, but how could the cheerleaders of the two dozen or so people compare with the Ice Emperor cheerleaders who were ten times that of Qingxue? And the appearance of the trace department is the highlight of the Ice Emperor, and the momentum has soared to the peak, even if the two big voices of Horio and Tomoka use their strength to eat, the voices that shouted out are all drowned in the sound of cheering for the trace department wave after wave, wave after wave.

"Kawamura is gone, no one is holding the flag, it seems that the momentum is not good......" Oishi also knew that this was not a crime of war, so he had to sigh helplessly. But he's not worried, the proximity of the game still depends on the strength, and Tezuka's strength, even after the victory of the original Nakajibu, the people of the Ice Emperor are incredible, saying "Our Minister of the Ice Emperor actually really won that Tezuka", which shows the extent of its deterrent power in the hearts of the people.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded. I saw that the left hand raised by the trace, and the middle finger and thumb that were originally stacked together suddenly collapsed, and the sound of snapping fingers actually drowned out the cheers of hundreds of people. For a moment, there was silence in the field, and only echoes were left to drift.

"Intoxicated by the ......" Trace's head rose sharply, and his eyes suddenly opened. Suddenly, he threw out the coat he was wearing, and his arrogant voice spread throughout the audience: "Uncle Ben's wonderful ball skills!" ”

"Wow!"

"They're crazy!" At this time, the young scholars regretted why they didn't cover their ears like Fuji Feng from the beginning, and the outburst after the pause was even more terrifying, as if they were going to overturn the entire stadium. Momojo covered his ears and roared, but he found that he couldn't even hear his own voice.

The cheering continued for nearly five minutes before it subsided. Tezuka stood alone in the center of the mountain and tsunami, unmoving. He looked at the trace and said lightly: "It's enjoyable, right?" ”

"Ah, yes," said Trace's hand running his hair up his forehead, "It's a pleasure to be out of the race." ”

"Well, then, let's concentrate on the ground." Tezuka bowed down and prepared to catch the ball, and said, "Let me see how you have grown in the past two years." ”

I want to say that if it is not three or more updates, generally speaking, the updates will be after 11 o'clock in the evening, because Zao'er usually has to intern and has no manuscripts, and they are all written now. I'm sorry for the old man who waited for a long time, but I can't make it so late, so I can only trouble you to watch it the next day. (To be continued.) )