"Ahh

Yumiko Yagyu didn't speak, nor did she turn her head to look at Shoko Aihara, she just raised her left hand and rubbed her hair, simple movements, natural and close, as if it had been like this for a long time, no one knew, they only met today. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yuki Kitajima pursed her lips, her orange eyes staring at the two of them in the pose, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva in an attempt to dispel her tension.

Mieko Arai and Mai Kuwaha, who were fighting with each other, also quieted down, looking at the two people on the field excitedly and excitedly, wishing that the person standing on the field was himself.

"Now, Sakuraichi," Risa Goto flicked the ball, the yellow-green tennis ball bouncing between her hand and the ground, "It doesn't matter if I'm defeated." ”

"Uh-huh," Sakuraichi slowly raised his head, his dark red pupils formed a thin red line through the brim of his hat, his thin lips opened slightly, and his indifferent voice slipped out of it: "Wait until you have that strength." ”

Risa Goto froze, grabbed the tennis ball that bounced off the ground with his right hand, and smiled, "Well, you're really confident." With that, he bent his knees, threw the tennis ball into the sky with his right hand, and slowly raised it flat with his left hand holding the racket.

"It's so high!"

"Is she going to do something tricky? The ball was thrown so high. ”

"Looks like it should be."

"What kind of serve will it be?"

"I don't know."

・・・・

"Risa's ball is thrown so high." Shoko Aihara put one hand on his forehead and looked up at the yellow-green ball, and muttered, "What kind of ball could it be?" I'm looking forward to it. ”

Syllable!

The racket slammed into the tennis ball, and the dense net line made a trembling sound, mixed with the sound of hitting the ball, and produced a strange sound of metal strikes.

Airplanes~

As soon as the yellow-green ball left the racket, it slid towards Sakuraichi like a meteor, and the speed was so fast that it left a yellow afterimage.

Sakura twitched her eyelids, raised her racket and was about to hit the ball, when suddenly she frowned, only to see that the ball suddenly slowed down, became very slow and slow, and then suddenly turned into a pink petal ball, and when the wind blew, the petals flew layer by layer, and finally all of them floated away with the wind, leaving nothing.

Boom!

Almost at the same time, the ball slammed into Sakuraichi's second half, and then bounced off and was caught by someone on the sidelines.

Quiet!

Silence!

And then...

Rumble!

Everyone's eyes widened, and they were talking about what the hell was going on with that ball.

"Hey, it's not true."

"It's so strong."

"What are you kidding?"

"What kind of serve is that?"

"It's turned into cherry blossoms!"

・・・・

Yumiko Yagyu's expression on her face remained unchanged, but there were huge waves in her heart, Risa Goto, which should not be underestimated. Kitajima Yuki frowned, her eyes were full of envy, maybe one day, she herself could reach the point of Risa Goto.

The twins' eyes widened in unison, and two clusters of flames burned in their eyes of different colors, excited and excited.

Mieko Arai and Mai Kuwawa couldn't help but clench their hands hanging on their sides, as if something was shouting in their hearts.

Kamio's eyes widened, "Just kidding." ”

Shinobu tightened his hand as he tugged at the strap of the tennis bag, reached out to support his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked thoughtfully at Risa Goto.

"Sakura... Risa Goto spoke lightly, still with a gentlemanly and easy-going smile on her face, maintaining her post-serve posture.

“0－15。” On the high chair, Fujiwara Kuna shouted out the score, the pair of orange-purple pupils under the glasses constricted, and a faint whirlpool gradually floated up.

Blink to look at Sakuraichi on the other side, who is in a good receiving posture, she never thinks that Goto Risa's strength is inferior, but how strong is Sakuraichi's strength... She's always wanted to know, but she didn't know if Risa Goto could force out Sakuraichi's strength, and she was really looking forward to it.

Sakuraichi looked at Risa Goto on the other side, the corners of her mouth opened an undetectable arc, she was not mistaken, Goto's tennis is very strong, and she is qualified to join her team.

Just as Sakuraichi's mind was turning, Risa Goto threw the ball and led the racket again, and the sound of a metal strike sounded, and the ball flew quickly towards Sakuraichi, and then, the previous situation reappeared. The ball slowed down suddenly, became very slow, very slow, and then turned into a pink ball of petals, and as soon as the wind blew, it drifted away, and the real ball popped off the ground with a thud.

“0－30。”

Seeing this, Sakuraichi stood up straight, turned his head to look at the yellow-green ball that was rolled back, his pupils tightened slightly, but he didn't speak. The racket hit the ball and the ball bounced up, and then hit Risa Goto, ready to catch the ball again.

"Well, Sakuraichi," Risa Goto looked at Sakuraichi and said with a smile, "If you're not serious, you'll really lose in my hands." ”

"Uh-huh." Sakuraichi's bland tone with a shallow nasal tone, I don't know whether it was a tone of approval or denial, made Goto Risa a little helpless and a little angry, but more, it was serious.

She never dared to underestimate Sakuraichi, so she made a trick as soon as she came up, hoping to force Sakuraichi's strength, but it seems to be a little difficult now.

Leaning sideways, Risa Goto held the ball, glanced sideways at Sakuraichi, and then threw the ball high, and hit the ball with a snap, and it was the same situation just now, the ball turned into a cherry blossom, and the real ball landed in the backcourt from nowhere, and then bounced out.

“0－40。”

"It seems that Sakuraichi has no way to crack my trick, it's a pity, there's still a ball..." ”

"Uh-huh," said the dark red eyes under the brim of the hat, bursting with a terrifying light, an indifferent tone like frost, an expressionless face, and a calm and composed voice slid out of the thin lips, "That's it." ”

Hearing this, Goto's pupils shrank sharply.

Boom!

With a crisp sound, the yellow-green ball slammed into his feet, rubbing a pitch-black ball mark, and then bounced out of the girl's ear, rolling up a gust of wind and lifting the girl's long green and black hair to fly.