Chapter 137: Let's go

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Fuji's face was a little pale, it wasn't like it at all, but he came from the same place and the same eraβ€”the forty-first century known as the Fraser Cloisters! What's more, there are the same logos, and the different letters must be their code names!

"Eiji, I'll go over the women's tennis to take a look. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info Fuji stood up and walked quickly towards the women's net. It was now half past three in the afternoon, and he knew that Sakuraichi and the others must be training in the stadium, and since the two men were here to find her, they would definitely go to the stadium as well. Thinking of the poor Qi I saw three weeks ago, I felt a chill in my heart, these guys ...... Not your average tricky!

"It's too much, how can you leave me! No, you wait for me, I'm going to go too!! Kikumaru also bounced up quickly, and his sturdy figure came to Fuji's side in two jumps, "Nya~ Fuji, are you also curious about the two of them?" I'm also curious, those two men always give me a very strange feeling. ”

"Hmm." Fuji responded perfunctorily, obviously absent-minded. Kikumaru's mind was on the two people in front of him, so he didn't notice Fuji's tone.

In Kikumaru's eyes, the two men who looked strange but very beautiful walked in front of them slowly, with light steps, if someone listened carefully, they would definitely find that the two of them walked without sound, not even the subtle sound of shoes rubbing against the ground, this is the unique pace of a battle-hardened person, not for anything else, just to be able to survive.

"Those two imps are coming." The man with broken blue hair narrowed his eyes and spoke lightly, he didn't turn his head to look, just by the flow of air, he knew that someone was following him.

"Don't worry about it," the white-haired man tucked his eyelids and walked forward without squinting, "as long as it doesn't get in our way, nothing else matters." ”

Hearing him say this, the man stopped talking, and the two walked together to the women's tennis court, with a firm step.

Smack-

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"Miyo, the pace is messed up~ Adjust your breathing to three long and one short."

"HAI, thank you for your guidance"

"Ogawa, bend your legs slightly when swinging the racket, otherwise it will cause instability in the lower game, and if you hit the ball hard, you won't be able to catch it."

"Understood, I'll improve."

"Love, your physical strength is still not good."

"Huh? Kitajima-senpai, how can you overcome it? ”

"Maybe you should ask Goto or Shoko, and they'll explain it to you."

"Okay, then I'll ask them."

Under the sun, the sound of hitting the ball continues to sound, and the juniors are attentively accepting the guidance of their predecessors and working hard to continuously improve their strength, all of them are holding rackets and sports, showing the atmosphere of youth and vitality, and it is a peaceful atmosphere.

Fujiwara stood on Court A of Court 1, looking through the lenses at the members of the department who were fighting back and forth, his face was calm, as if he was comparing the strength of the members. But in fact, Fujiwara is now wondering about Sakuraichi's approach and removing Yanagi, a decision that can be seen at a glance by a discerning person is absolutely wrong, but why does she insist on doing it? And it was at such a critical time.

It's the Kanto tournament next week.,S3 is made up by Arai.,Aso Mei or Chengyuan Temple.,The winning rate is not big.,If it's against that metamorphosis...... Nine times out of ten, you will lose! So, she didn't understand why Sakuraichi wanted to remove Yanagi.

Glancing at the quiet Sakuraichi next to him, Fujiwara thought about the wording again, lowered his head slightly, and finally asked, "Are you ......?"

β€œβ€¦β€¦ My time is running out. Without waiting for Fujiwara to speak, Sakuraichi interrupted her directly, and the wound on her face was still a little stinging. His eyes covered the entire court, and he didn't see Yanagi's figure, so he looked at Ryu Chongsheng in Field B, "After the Kanto Competition, Qingxue ...... I'll leave it to you. ”

After the Kanto Tournament......

Youth ...... I'll leave it to you......

Fujiwara froze, her pupils trembling under her lenses, and then, white light covered her lenses, burying all her emotions. tried his best to suppress the trembling tone, and said lightly: "You...... Going? ”

"Hmm...... Next Friday. Sakuraichi's voice was extremely soft, with loneliness, with a trace of imperceptible sadness, like a rustle of fallen leaves, and there was not even a trace.

"Yes," Fujiwara replied, casually, and then, turning his head, did not look at Sakuraichi again, as if he had never said anything. She knows Sakuraichi, more than Sakuraichi herself, knows that she is helpless to come here, knows that her departure is a last resort, and knows that she is determined to lead them to the whole country, however, all this is like a mirror, as long as she leaves, everything will come to naught, and the Qingxue Women's Network will no longer exist.

No one wants to stay without Sakuraichi's Seigaku, Goto, Yagyu, Kitajima, Kuwawa, Arai, Shoko, Rina, Ogawa, Ryu, Ai, Ryuzaki, Owaikawa, ...... Maybe one by one will leave, or maybe a few will stay, and those who leave will remember everything that used to be here, and they will remember that there was once an Edogawa Sakuraichi here.

The people who remain will inherit Sakuraichi's will and lead Qingxue to the pinnacle of the world, perhaps remembering the minister who is called Julius Caesar, or remembering that Qingxue Women's Tennis is the pinnacle of existence in the golden age of women's tennis, and no one can shake the status, but, at that time, things are not people to go to the empty building, forgetting the passionate battle under the bloody scenes, and not seeing the familiar face of the past, and in the end, can only face the court silently, tears bitterly.

"You...... Did you ever care about us? "Fujiwara looked at the court, his eyes were far away, as if he was looking into the future through the distance," Yagyu ...... Goto ...... Mulberry ...... North...... Shoko ...... Arai ...... Rina still has ...... Ogawa and their ......"

Sakuraichi narrowed his eyes and left, this is a fact that cannot be changed and cannot be controlled, there is no room for choice, not even a chance to hide. Suddenly, a gale blew and lifted the hair on her forehead, and the gray gloom spread over her face, disappearing briefly and quickly, and then, she spoke: "...... Well. ”

β€œβ€¦β€¦ That's good. Fujiwara lowered his eyes and quietly swept away the broken gold under his eyes. People's feelings do not come overnight, nor can they go at one moment. People's hearts are gradually moving away; Feelings are slowly fading. How many people are gone, they are not cared for; How much love is given up and is not cherished. Take the initiative, but you can't get the heart moving; I care, I don't care. Human dignity cannot be trampled on; Only when the heart has perception can we know how to let go. Friends don't talk about it, but they have it in their hearts......

So, it's enough to ......

Fujiwara took a deep breath, looked up, looked at the sky, the blue represented hope, and she said, "Your dream...... It's up to me to make it happen. ”

β€œβ€¦β€¦ Thank you. Sakuraichi nodded slightly, the familiar feeling in his heart became clearer and clearer, so he turned his head to look out of the court, and when the figures of the two people came into view, the man with blue broken hair opened his mouth and smiled lightly: "Chen, long time no see." ”

Sakuraichi slowly closed his eyes, after all, he still came......

"Time is running out, let's go."

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