Nanaya came to the house for the first time, and although his face was expressionless, his heart was turbulent.

The building in front of him, which looks like Buckingham Palace, is too stylish and dazzling, and I have to say that it is very in line with the style of the trace department himself.

She found a random vacant lot, parked her bicycle there, and looked up to see Hino Nen, who was full of reluctance.

This is the second person to carry her on a bicycle after Keigo Kibe.

Qiye can understand why the other party chose not to make a luxury car in the tracks, but to rub her bicycle with a dead face. After all, that car was the end of his life.

I can't help but recall the conversation just now.

"Why do you want to help me?" In the process of riding, feeling the breeze on his face, Hino suddenly spoke.

Qiye sat on the back seat of the bicycle and breathed a sigh of relief, not intending to answer him directly: "It's not a bad thing for you. ”

"Oh, yes, it's the same for you." Hino suddenly burst out laughing, making people shudder.

Qiye stared at this person who suddenly went crazy, and his heart was secretly rippling.

What did he perceive? Or is it pure gibberish?

She had to sigh that the conflicts between boys were far easier to resolve than between girls. Girls are often just small things, but they can lead to deep hatred. And the strong hatred between boys may only need to be fought to dissipate.

However, on the two tennis nerds of Jibu and Hino, it seems that they only need to play one tennis.

At the beginning of the old school building, shrouded in the aura of resentment, Nanaya just slowly said "Do you want to play tennis with Jibe-kun", and successfully stopped the other party's throat choke, allowing himself to barely escape from the minions of the resentful spirit.

After listening to the story of the trace, Nanaya thinks that even if he becomes a resentful spirit, his obsession may not change.

If a deep hatred can be resolved through a tennis match, it is really much easier to solve than imagined.

Led by the trace, they walked through a promenade of seven miles, past a gorgeous spot like a European-style park, and then to the tennis court in the backyard. This huge footprint is really staggering.

Hino Nenmu held the tennis racket in his hand, then glanced up at the tracks. This is the brand he used to use when he was a child, but he didn't expect the other party to remember it until now.

Looking back, he doesn't regret meeting him, on the contrary, he thinks that the days of playing tennis together were the most beautiful times of his life. If those things didn't happen later.

Now that I think about it, every qiē is just a trick of fate.

He knew from the beginning that he and Jibu were people of two worlds.

After every play, exhausted, he lay on the lawn next to the street tennis court, staring at the blue sky and white clouds. And the trace is not as rude and casual as him, at first glance, he is from a good family, and he often makes the most outrageous movements about sitting cross-legged on the grass.

What about people from two worlds? They are looking up at the same sky.

He thought so optimistically, but this naivety was shattered by the hammer of fate.

One day, when he came home from school, he saw his father, who had left early and returned late, sitting at home, and the man in his formal suit sitting opposite him, after catching a glimpse of him, only nodded to his father, then took out a piece of paper from his bag, put it on the table, and got up and left.

He was a little at a loss, and hurriedly ran to his father, but he lit a cigarette, and after taking a sharp puff, he couldn't see his expression clearly in the fog, but he could imagine that there was only exhaustion and helplessness on his face full of ravines.

"Nian, you've made new friends lately?" He heard his father's deep voice ringing out.

"Yes, Father. He's also from Japan, and we met because of tennis. ”

"The other party's surname is traces?"

He looked at his father's inscrutable expression and nodded.

"That's it," my father crumpled the paper on the table and threw it out of the window accurately, "I'm going to move lately." ”

"Why?! Could it be that the Jibu family has come to threaten us? He yelled in disgruntle.

He still couldn't understand this sudden move, could it be that the man in the suit just now was sent by the Jibu family? But what does that have to do with him? They just played tennis and became friends. He hadn't heard of the rule that children of rich families couldn't make friends with children from poor families, so that was too much of a fuss, right?!

"You're thinking too much, it's just that my job has changed." The father waved his hand, threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, sighed, and turned back to his room.

Until the last moment of his life, Hino didn't know that in fact, the piece of paper that his father threw out of the window was an invitation to study at a tennis school.

Later, his father died of illness, and he became an orphan who had never seen his mother since he was a child. Because his grades were not good, he chose to drop out of school and began to work odd jobs in various places.

Sometimes when he sees a so-called gambling on the court, he will go forward to play a game, but by chance he is favored by a rich man, and thus begins his career of match-fixing.

In his father's last words, he finally learned part of the truth - in fact, the young master he met when he was young was his cousin.

My father ran away from home at an early age because of marital problems and completely cut off relations with everyone in the family. It's just that I didn't expect that life was too bumpy, and the woman chose to leave him forever because she couldn't bear the poor life, leaving him only a few years old.

The father, who has always been arrogant, is unwilling to bow down to the home that he once abandoned, so he lived incognito in England for more than ten years, until he met the people of the Jibu family again, and he did not want to have too much to do with them, so he ran away.

Later, under the leadership of the rich man, he set foot on his homeland. It's a place he's never been to, but it's his hometown.

The huge glowing dream I held when I was young was dimmed by years of travel.

Now that I think about it, how naïve I was at that time, thinking that he could still dream of tennis to create a zào miracle.

It's just a dream.

The premise of realizing the dream is to solve the problem of food and clothing. And he was running around every day to be able to eat enough, striving to have a place in this cold metropolis, and the huge dream of his youth was gradually left behind him.

After getting drunk on one occasion, he collapsed under the wheels of the Kebe family.

The gears of fate began to reverse.

"You're wrong." The blow hit his opponent's wrist, and the trail leaped to his feet.

Hino looked at the racket that was knocked away in his hand, and couldn't help but raise his head.

The whole person of the trace department was against the light, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

He started and landed a gorgeous and beautiful second smash.

"Nobility does not exist in the blood, only in the heart." After landing lightly, he turned his head and said to Hino Nen, who was standing on the court in a daze.

He has always believed in this quote and has adopted it as his motto.

A person's nobility is not possessed by his birth, but by his acquired personal cultivation.

He still remembers when he first met Hino, and he was deeply attracted by the opponent's superb ball skills. Even if he is a child from a poor family, he has always envied this boy who shines when he talks about tennis.

At that time, even though he was wearing cheap clothes and using a worn-out racket, he still shined so brightly.

But now he is full of resentment.

Fake tennis, which used to be a huge dream, and blame others for all the pain you have endured.

The high-spirited teenager is long gone.

Hino Nian stared at the dashing back of the trace, and it was easy to coincide with the little young master of the year.

How can the rich second generation in front of him, who never worries about food and clothing, understand his pain?

How can you, who are pampered, feel the helplessness of people at the bottom of society?

Due to his different status, he has sold his dreams cheaply, while he is still able to play tennis wantonly.

While he was crawling around in society, the other party was leisurely drinking coffee in the gorgeous house.

Obviously they should have the same life.

"Heh, you don't feel the pain, you can only say beautiful things." Hino sneered.

The cold reality reminded him again and again-

"Dreams are just pets, and if you can't afford them, you can only sell them cheaply."

"You're right." Nanaya, who was taking notes on the side, suddenly spoke.

Tracebe frowned, but didn't interrupt her.

She didn't fully agree with what he said, he had always stood at the top, and it was difficult for him to understand the thoughts of the people at the bottom, and of course he didn't bother to understand. That's a lot of things, he was born to be at the top.

She didn't want to say anything to Hino Nian, "You have a sound body, why don't you stick to your dreams" This kind of empty and disgusting words, in this world, there are too many people who give up their dreams because of reality.

She didn't want to say anything like "saying that it was a dream but it ended up tarnishing it", even if it was true, she could understand it, although she didn't agree with it.

She just wanted to sigh -

The world is inherently unfair.

The two of them, one was born destined to stand at the top and look down on all beings, and the other was prostrate at the bottom of society, and could only rely on their own strength to climb up step by step, and fell into the abyss without paying attention.

But the so-called dream, the so-called life, all states must be "alive".

Once you die, there's nothing.

"But who doesn't even value their lives is in a position to talk about this?"