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Trace's eyelids twitched, he didn't expect her to answer to Fujiwara. Suppressing the weakness after drag racing, he continued to speak: "Hayama of Kumiyama uses the inclination of the racket and the rotation of the arm to derive the power when serving, dispersing them unevenly on the racket, and then gathering at one point when hitting the ball and locking it on the tennis ball, and finally forming a sunspot explosiveness.

When Sang Yu received the ball, it completely exploded, and all the power spread out irregularly, so Sang Yu would not be able to find the force point on the racket. So Sang Yu didn't know whether to put his power in the center or on the side, and he didn't know how much power to use. Therefore, the irregular force made her arm muscles unable to bear the strange force of the load, and it was because of this that the arm muscles were strained.

And her slash is to use her power to form a skynet and unforeseen force to lock on and cut all the balls, putting all the gravity on the balls, thus counterattacking them, and in the process of flying, the power of the balls will increase little by little, like a snowball. This move can be used no matter what kind of serve it is used against. I don't understand, though......"

Hearing the trace's self-conscious analysis, Fujiwara did not speak, and looked at him through the lens, as if ready to listen to his next words.

"Sang Yu, how did you control Hayama?" This trace has always been incomprehensible, his insight is used to see through the opponent's weaknesses and counterattack, but he can't see the principle of the opponent's special moves.

Fujiwara closed his eyelids, and a faint halo swirled over the lenses, "I'm sorry. ”

"Don't you know?" Jibu raised his eyebrows, raised his right hand, and gently stroked his tear mole, watching her eyes gradually deepen. "Forget it, Uncle Ben himself will understand."

"Are you preparing for June 10th?"

The trace made a move, indeed, June 10th was the day he and Edogawa agreed to fight, not only her, but nine people from the Qingxue Women's Net. The strength of these nine people is very mysterious to them, especially Edogawa, who has not played in the game except for playing with Kirihara once, a mulberry feather is strong enough to be able to control the opponent, if it is against Shishido, the possibility of Shishido losing is too great.

Not only him, but also Feng, Hiyoshi, Jilang, Xiangri and Huadi, who are known for their strength, each of them has their own specialties, and Qingxue's women's tennis also has their own strengths, if it is a targeted battle, it will be troublesome.

Although he is not afraid of trouble, this also makes him have to care, after all, the strength of those girls is an existence that cannot be ignored.

As if to understand the thoughts of the trace, Fujiwara put away Sakuraichi's mobile phone, and his habitual tone was still cold, "It's useless." Even if you do, your subordinates won't be able to find a way to restrain themselves. ”

The eyebrows of the trace department frowned, and then recovered, "Uncle Ben will not do such a gorgeous thing." As he spoke, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and said to the maid who heard the sound: "Take Fujiwara-san to rest." ”

"Yes, Miss Fujiwara, please."

Fujiwara nodded slightly to the trace and turned to follow.

Looking at her back, her eyes gradually deepened, and she couldn't find a way to restrain herself...... Is it?

Wow –

The rain outside the window was pouring in a huge way. A trace of melancholy drifted from the sky to the world with the rain like silver threads, and fell in every corner of the red dust on the Mo. The boy pursed his lips, and a soft sigh mingled with the raindrops.

Looking up at the wall clock, the soft sound of the hands was still crisp.

- It's four o'clock.

The young man crossed his fingers and gently covered his lips, his ice blue pupils reflected the flowers on the coffee table, and the broken light under his eyes was deep, deep and cold.

Sakuraichi .......

The eyelids are slightly constricted, and the sea-like ice blue flows quietly under the eyes. A person's rainy night, just like this, quietly remembered, turned his head to look out the window at the rain falling along the side of the window, let the time murmur at will, little by little to draw out the deep sadness in the depths of the heart.

- Do you know I'm waiting for you?

After glancing at Fuji, Butler Kimura shook his head slightly, then turned to leave.

Wow –

The wind blew by, and the east gradually turned white, and the dark clouds began to burn, first burning into a faint golden red, and later, being pulled apart by the golden blue, and finally blurring the entire sky.

The cherry blossom trees on both sides of the street exude a unique scent, and the fragrance is gentle in the eyes of the season, calm and warm. After a heavy rain, the sky is washed and everything is clearer.

Along the way, a faint earthy fragrance mixes into the air, making the air even cooler.

Sakuraichi completely erected her collar to cover the crimson on her neck, because she didn't say goodbye to Irie because of this incident and went back to her villa first. The tennis bag was still in the villa, and she was going back to get it and take a shower by the way.

At six o'clock, I returned to the villa without hindrance, and I didn't see anyone in the hall, so Sakuraichi went straight back to the room. opened the door of his room and was about to walk in, when suddenly, his wrist tightened, and he was instantly pulled in, and they were closed with a bang.

Almost at the same time, Sakuraichi was pressed against the door, her body was covered by the other party, and she was pressed against each other, and a burst of the fragrance of dry plants surrounded her in an instant, enveloping her, leaving no gaps.

"Why don't you come back?" Before he could speak, the boy's faint and hoarse voice sounded, sounding like a dry throat.

She raised her head, the young man lowered his head, and his eyes met each other instantly, the dark red color was the young man's dark eyes, the dark eye color, and the cool light flowed in the ice blue like the broken gold of the river.

"You ......" Sakura's heart tightened, she didn't know that Fuji was here.

"Sakuraichi, why are you ......" suddenly, Fuji's pupils shrank, and he pulled open Sakuraichi's collar, and when the crimson came into view, his heart gradually sank, and the bitter feeling quietly diffused, like sprinkling a handful of salt on the wound, and the pain was so sad that it hurt.

Fuji pursed his lips, and the index and middle fingers holding Sakuraichi's collar trembled with anger, and the anger, the unquenchable anger that came from the bottom of his heart, burned what little reason he had left.

Sakuraichi looked at him, his heart pounding. The surging anger on Fuji's body, as well as a faint inexplicable emotion, intertwined and entwined so that she had nothing to hide.

Fuji tilted his head and took a deep breath, pushed Sakuraichi away, opened the door and walked out, never looking back......

Looking at his departing back, Sakura's eyelids drooped slightly, looking at the luxurious carpet, and her dark red eyes were replaced by gloom. Everything is like a breeze turning a book, page by page, memorizing the dialogue, blurring the chapters, yellowing the plot, flowing at the end of the pen, condensing on the tip of the eyebrows.

Reaching out, he gently pulled the collar down, then walked to the study, picked up the tennis bag, and took a step.

The thin clouds render the sadness of the pale blue of the sky, bathed in the breeze blowing from the window, banishing the thoughts out of the sky, letting the thoughts of the sky drift to the endless sky, and cross the sad heartache in the bustling street! Like a breeze without a trace.

Fuji walked in the silent street, a person, a shadow, a slight breeze, hidden under the smile, is the anger that has never been seen before.

Irie !!!!

Bang –

A fist slammed into the trash can beside him, and the dark green iron lid was deeply dented.

"Ahh If you don't come again, you'll be fined. Kikumaru turned his head to look at the entrance of the court, pursed his lips, and jumped to his partner's body, "Oishi, why hasn't Fuji come yet?" ”