Singles three

Eiko looked at Kentaro on the court, remembering the game played on the hexagonal tennis court a few days ago, and remembering Ryoma's state of displeasure when he played with him afterwards, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Besides, Ryoma is the kind of character who doesn't admit defeat, and he will definitely not easily lose a game here

But...

There was the same scene in the arena as the other day, and Kentaro's past balls were all hit in the corner of Ryoma's right court, just like teasing a child, which was a little unpleasant.

"Kentaro is really a difficult guy," Eiko looked at the guy who ran all over the court without blushing and without a beating heart, and was free to talk to Ryoma, so full of energy.

The score on the field has been constantly deadlocked, attacking and defending to draw the score, not allowing the opponent to score or let the opponent fall.

"Echizen, this ball is useless to me!" Kentaro lifted his unusual racket and slammed Ryoma's foot volley against the ball flying over the net, and fired back with a smash.

However, Ryoma seized the gap after he jumped in the air, and the racket swung hard and hit him straight to the bottom line of his feet.

It's really Ryoma!

Anyway, Kentaro's beat is really special...

The strange shape of the hexagonal net has a much greater grip tension than other rackets.

"It's really Echizen! It's the first time I've played such a good match," Kentaro praised Ryoma with a happy face.

"You're too polite" Long Mara lowered the brim of his hat, unable to make out his expression at this moment.

"Thank you so much!"

"Huh?" Listening to Kentaro's words of gratitude, Ryoma was a little puzzled.

I saw him gradually walk to the net and stand in front of him, bending down

"Thank you so much for telling me about my weaknesses, I'll be careful in the future!"

"......" Ryomamo

Then he glanced at the guy who had no sense of competition and let out a low moan.

"What a tough guy"

"What a tough guy!" Eiko, who was sitting on the sidelines, also heard the conversation between the two of them, and muttered in her mouth.

That guy is really optimistic

Even if the game changed, the two still fought a tug-of-war, and the score was still a tie, not only that, but each ball would take dozens of minutes to finish.

After this arduous and long tug-of-war, it was soon time for dusk to fall and nightfall.

"That's it"

Just when the two were still unsatisfied and wanted to continue fighting, the referee suddenly announced a timeout, and also called the coaches on both sides to have a meeting.

"What's wrong?" Oishi was a little dazed

"This game is not over yet," Haitang also stared at the court

"It's getting dark," he said, looking at the weather and gesturing to the sky above him.

These two men fought until the evening...

"Hexagon vs. Youth Singles Three, because it is already dark, it was decided to interrupt the game and change it to play again at half past nine tomorrow morning."

The referee made a loud announcement after consulting with the coaches of both sides.

The scores on both sides are the same, which is obviously fair, and it can also be used as a break to replenish physical strength, but it is not so happy and pleasant compared to the two parties!

Both of them were playing happily and suddenly stopped the game, although Kentaro had a flat face, but those eyes were lowered, and he was lively and active, and he didn't say a word.

However, Ryoma pulled his hat even lower, and he couldn't see his expression, obviously not in a very good mood, and walked alone behind the large army.

"Ryoma?" Ei couldn't help but open her mouth and called.

The boy was more silent than usual, only to hear his girl's voice in his ears, the steps under his feet, and slowly raised his face buried in his hat.

Eiko's eyes shrank, and she saw an emotion that had never been shown in his eyes, so hot, that emotion rolled in his eyes.

It turns out that Ryoma is eager for that game...

"Tennis is really a sport that gets more and more fun the more you play"

"I'm happy, but I'm not willing to end up like this..."Ryoma pursed his lips and looked down at his left hand, clenched into a fist.

Emi Mo

He lowered his head and thought for a moment

"That doesn't mean you lost Ryoma... I can understand your feelings."

Just like in the French Open final, she was almost close to winning, and if it hadn't happened, she would never have quit.

Thinking that his eyes gradually had a little more regretful and regretful looks, moist tears gradually filled his hazy eyes.

As if feeling the tears that were about to fall, he sniffed lightly, raised his hand and wiped his eyes indiscriminately and groaned.

"What are you feeling?"

Now it's mainly a teenager who comforts himself

Then he raised his head, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Ryoma, even if there is no winner in this game, it doesn't mean that you lost."

"But tomorrow's game won't be today's, it's different." Ryoma smiled a little stubbornly and far-fetchedly.

"Na... It's not your last game, Ryoma."

"What's wrong with you?"

Listening to the sudden burden from the young man's mouth, Eraci realized that her vision had already blurred, and it turned out that she still couldn't control herself and silently shed tears.

I thought I was relieved, but I didn't expect that I was still so eager to return to the game.

Ei shook his head at him, wiped his tears in a panic, and spoke slowly to the boy with a somewhat hoarse voice.

"Now, Ryoma is going to work hard tomorrow!"

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