Really......

Ogawa opened his closed eyes and looked at Marui across from him seriously and sharply. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The tennis ball was thrown out of his hand, and the tiny individual flew into the air like that, reminding her of the glass ball that her father played with for her when she was a child, which was also the same size, but very expensive.

Dad said it was a birthday gift for her, but Mom said it was a waste of money, every time I saw her playing with it in her hand, she would seriously say that she would not fall to the ground, she was still young, and she couldn't understand Mom's scared eyes.

Later, the glass ball broke and fell to the ground and shattered into beautiful chips.

Later, her mother hit her and pushed her down on those chips, and she felt pain.

Later, she disappeared and the whole world was plunged into darkness.

Later, she learned that it was crystal, not a glass ball.

Afterward......

There was no later, because she couldn't see anything, only that her father drove away her mother and raised her alone. Since the age of six, my father has shouldered all the burdens of life, and although she can't see it, she can feel her father's old age.

He was forty-three years old, and in seven years he would not be able to work, and she had to grow up and raise him well in his old age, for he was her father, after all......

~

The tennis ball made a crisp sound against the iron post, and it rolled along the net with a grunt, and fell staggering into the court. Looking at the rolling ball, his steps stopped, and his pupils were full of incredulity.

Syllable~

The sound of bubbles popping came to his ears, and Ogawa heard the red-haired senior on the other side say proudly: "'Wangdu', how is it?" I'm a genius, right? [Wangdu, aka: tightrope walking]

Call~

The wind, blowing quietly, softly and softly, the dry smell of dead leaves wafted through the air, drowning everything out.

“...... The kid was in a flash. Liu recounted the truth just now, and Ogawa's wandering thoughts and pupils were slightly dilated at that moment, allowing him to take in the full view of those who were good at catching traces. The eyebrows were slightly raised, the court is ever-changing, a second of flashing will cause a normal game to go bad, as the future of Qingxue Xu Chuan, how can she make such a low-level mistake?

"What a pity." Yagyu (Hirushi) nodded, and although Marui played one of the tricks, 'Amito', he didn't actually use his current strength to fight, but maintained the strength of the Kunaka period.

It was clear that Marui was guiding the child. I don't know why Edogawa took her down, but the child was too young. Strength can't be seen for them, let alone with all their strength, because if they are not careful, they are likely to destroy the child, so they can only do their best to guide the child, so that she can gain experience in actual combat and find her own 'way'.

I guess Edogawa thinks so, too.

- with their hands to guide the child to find himself.

There is no way to do this, after all, Edogawa herself knows her tennis and her personality, that kind of pure darkness, which only exists in hell and nothingness, rots in death, withers by the Lethe River, absolute destruction, absolute blood, such blackness, cannot be inherited to anyone, cannot guide anyone, can only become eternal in her body.

Thinking like this, maybe ruthless, maybe indifferent, but....

Who makes ......

- She's Caesar!

The Devil's Peak......

The ...... of the Gods Taboo......

"She's a good minister." Feng also knew Sakuraichi's thoughts, with a faint admiration in his eyes. You can't inflict your own darkness on that child, so you can only use their hands to guide, even if you offend them all. It was a matter of anger to be used by her, but on the contrary, it couldn't raise that anger towards her.

If she fights against Ogawa, it will be so dark that even if she reveals a single cent in the game, it will completely destroy the child, so she is not willing to do that.

"A good minister indeed." Kajimoto exhaled deeply, some things are not just words, some small thoughts and small cares that cannot be checked are often more amazing than the effect on the surface.

"Nya~ little one, come on." Kikumaru's voice sounded in the court, and he waved his hand at Ogawa opposite, "Work hard, the second generation of women's tennis in Qingxue." ”

...... of Youth Studies The second generation of women's tennis .....

Ogawa was stunned, looked at the smiling senior in front of him, and bowed politely, "Thank you, senior Kikumaru, I will work hard." ”

"Hoi~Hoi~ You're welcome," Kikumaru waved his hand, "It feels very alienating to say that." ”

"Well, let's go ahead then." Marui slapped the tennis ball, then grabbed it that bounced up, watched the tennis ball stand still in the palm of his hand, the light gray shadow between the ball and the palm did not change, and with a movement of his wrist, he threw the ball into the sky, "Although you are very small, you really can't play anymore, I really want to see the next game, it's really bad." ”

呲~

Clenching the racket in his hand, Ogawa's eyes were closed. For so many years since she was a child, she has never seen light, she has long been accustomed to the dark, living in the dark, unable to distinguish between day and night, as if she is on the verge of death. At last......

Attracted by the minister's more pure darkness, she couldn't help but get closer.......

Maybe for a lifetime, but more likely, forever.

The air was flowing, and Ogawa raised his head, feeling the fresh breeze hitting his face, with the characteristic heat of the lower milk. The flow rate increased, and the hair in front of the forehead had a tendency to fly.

Wow—

The sound of hitting the ball was sudden, different from the dull or heavy hitting sound that I had heard before, but it was a bit loud, weird, and terrifying.

The body of Ogawa, who was waiting intently for this ball, trembled, and some strange thought came to his mind, and it flashed away at the moment when he was about to catch it.

Marui's ball was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it came to Ogawa, with a subtle sound of breaking wind.

Unsure of the ball's whereabouts, Ogawa frowned rarely, but the ball had already arrived in front of her, and she couldn't continue to think about it. So, he clenched the racket with his right hand, saw the route of travel, raised the racket, and volleyed.

Suddenly, the racket was light, and the heart was instantly tightened.

I watched as the tennis ball gradually became transparent on the racket, passing through the racket little by little and then becoming a solid, and then landed next to Sakuraichi with a bang and bounced out, shooting on the net with a bang.

Crash~

The wind howled in the tail sweep, lifting her garment and waving violently wavy lines.

呲~

As the wind subsided, the tennis ball stopped spinning, and green smoke rose from it like a veil, giving off a faint smell of plastic.

Ogawa's thin lips pursed slightly, and there was a faint paleness.

Actually......

Passed through the racket!!

Syllable!

The sound of the bubble popping was extremely crisp, mixed with the proud voice of the teenager, "'Xi Yue', newly invented, how about it, it's a genius idea, right?" ”