When all the trivial things are over, the moon has risen, and the night is getting thicker, and it seems that everyone has trouble sleeping on this ordinary but unusual night.

"What? Still thinking about yesterday? Do you care? ”

With his hands behind his head, Chuan Chuan, who was leaning on the hillside, heard the familiar voice of his friend, tilted his head slightly, and did not speak, and the slanted moonlight lazily caressed the side of his face, drawing a blurred outline.

"Smack!"

Picking up the stones and throwing them into the lake, Long Ya watched the ripples on the surface of the water spread, lazily fell beside Chuan, and said with a slight smile, "Ha! Maybe this is the purpose of the old man calling you here, just to let Sakura-chan frustrate your spirit that has been carried away in the past few years! ”

There was no lack of schadenfreude in Long Ya's tone, "Don't think that you can be invincible by figuring out a few new moves!" It's not like there's nothing wrong with Hecate! ”

"Go! How much better do you think you're doing? ”

Ruthlessly kicked someone who was not in shape beside him, Chuan's face was still a little blurry under the infiltration of the moonlight, "I'm a little lost, I thought Sakura would slowly think about it and get better, but I didn't expect something to happen as soon as we met." ”

"Hmm."

Holding the uprooted grass stalk in her mouth, Long Ya tilted her head sideways and unconsciously looked at the heavy mountains in the distance.

"I still remember, when I first met Sakura, heh, I thought, that girl is really pink and tender, like a doll. Outcome...... As soon as she hit the ball, I realized how ungodly her talent was... Piercing the human eye. ”

Chuan smiled self-deprecatingly, his eyes darkening.

"It makes people envious and unwilling, as if... No matter how hard she tries, she can't keep up with her thoughts. ”

"Not long after, she."

Long Ya turned her gaze, her tone a little stiff, "Something happened." ”

"Well, it didn't take long."

Chuan bowed his head, his eyes sank, "I can see her struggle all the way, then I began to know, it turns out that tennis is also so... The scary side. Nana was still young at the time, and I probably don't remember it now, but I remember it very clearly, and there were several times when Sakura lost control, and she was so frightened that she drilled straight into my arms, frightened...... Afraid...... In her eyes, it was simply unobstructed. ”

Covering his eyes, Chuan sighed, his voice extremely low.

"I still remember Sakura's struggles and the empty look in her eyes as she recovered...... Really, it's scary...... It's so distressing! ”

"It's going to be fine."

Long Ya finally spoke, he spit out the grass stalk in his mouth, and the smile on his face disappeared, "It's going to be fine......"

"Yes, I was a little worried when she said she was going back to Japan...... Now, at least she's starting to have the courage to pick up the past. Chuan let out a long breath and smiled.

"Come on a little bit, maybe...... It won't be long before our Anesidora returns. ”

The conversation between the two was somewhat depressing, and the volume was not small and carried to the back of the slope with the wind, where light and shadow converged, and in the shadow of the hillside, Sakurano stood with her head down, and took those words of pity into her ears word for word.

After a long time, she raised her eyes and sighed, but when she turned around, she paused, and looked at the lonely figure a few steps away.

Hear me.

Looking at each other, Sakurano lowered her eyelashes and smiled, the night wind swirled past her ears, brushing the fine hair next to her cheeks, but she couldn't blow her long eyelashes like wings, and her eyes were obscure.

The sound of shredded footsteps approached, breaking the deadlock, and Sakurano raised her eyes and crashed into a pair of clear and pure eyes.

She was stunned, such clean and warm eyes seemed to have been hidden deep in her heart for a time, and she could hide the frightened wounds many times, and her cherished and cherished eyes were like snow, and they coincided little by little in front of her.

"Are you alright?"

"Good."

He asked in a low voice, and she murmured back, and even the cool night breeze could not blow away the warmth.

The light and shadow overlapped the two figures for a long time, and then I heard him speak again, no longer revealing a trace of feelings, only the clear and cloud-like young will to break through the haze.

"You're amazing. When you remember who you are...... Let's have a fight. ”

Hearing this, Sakura was slightly stunned, but he had already retreated from the ambiguous and intimate shadow before her eyes flowed, and he walked away, and he did not hesitate the moment he left.

After all, there was a warmth in his eyes that could not be hidden, Sakura smiled, looking at the lonely and thin figure, only to feel that the belief in his heart was stronger and warmer.

"Thank you, ...... about the pendant"

After chasing a few steps, Sakurano spoke softly, looking at the back that stopped but did not turn around, and smiled softly, "Thank you...... Ryoma ......"

The softest part of my heart was gently hit, and the gentle and bright call faintly coincided with the memory, Echizen blinked, exhaled lightly, and took another step forward.

The moon behind him is as cool as water, illuminating the confusion and attachment all the way......

A week passed in a flash, but it brought a new understanding to everyone. It's finally time to leave.

"Woo...... Sister Sakura, I can't bear to ...... you"

Sakurano stood in front of the car, helplessly looking at the pink ball with teary eyes on her, "Keiko." ”

While he was struggling with how to deal with the pitiful glint in Keiko's big eyes, Sakurano put another hand on her shoulder, turned her head and met Naryo with a smile.

"Come on, Sakura."

Hearing Chuan's voice calling her from afar, Nai Liang responded, turned around and walked a few steps, and turned back again, with a thoughtful face that couldn't hide his thoughts.

"See you soon."

Sakurano froze in place, seeing Naryo have a foreshadowing and concerned gaze through herself, she also turned her head, and saw Tezuka whispering to Baishan in the distance, her face was calm and not wavering.

She sighed lightly, looking at the figure of Nai Liang finally leaving, and suddenly had a wonderful feeling in her heart, will you see you soon?

On the other side, Echizen stood in front of the waiting car, his eyes casually glanced around, and the small expectation in his eyes was in full view of the river that had always paid attention to him on the side.

"Is Echizen looking for Ryuya?"

"Nope!"

Echizen was stunned for a moment, and then quickly denied it. Hearing this, Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yes. He's gone, let me say goodbye to you before I leave, and,"

"You don't have to tell me that, I don't want to know."

Interrupting Chuan's words extremely impatiently, Echizen turned around in an unkind tone and got into the car first, behind him was Kawa's helpless gaze.

After saying goodbye to Baishan and the others, the young scholars who left by bus looked back at the mountains and forests that were gradually moving away, and their eyes were indescribably complicated. After another round of intense preparations, the time has come for the Kanto Tournament and the selection tournament to begin.

The most popular tournament for street players across the country is not the upcoming Kanto Tournament, which is only available to serious student teams, but the national selection tournament for the Japan-US Friendship League, which is held at the same time, because the committee selects and invites the players of the best street tennis teams to participate in the preliminary and secondary selection stages.

The possibility of competing in top-notch tournaments and the possibility of representing your country is a huge attraction for all the street players.

There are also a number of players from teams in the Tokyo area who have been selected, and Ami Hirota's team is one of the lucky ones to be selected.

Tomorrow is the start of the preliminary round, so the three members of her team who have been selected to compete gather in the abandoned street court for a final sprint training. But not long after the beginning, an unexpected change occurred.

"Hey! Yamazawa! Don't go too far! ”

Collapsed to their knees in embarrassment, one of Ami's teammates, Sato, gritted his teeth and glared at the decadent girl who was looking down on them condescendingly.

The girl who was called Shan Ze had short unkempt hair covering her cheeks, and she couldn't see her face clearly under the thick makeup, and she was looking coldly at the three people who were knocked down and kneeling on the ground opposite her.

Yamazawa, who was originally a top-notch talent in a private college, suddenly dropped out of the second year of junior high school two years ago, broke into Tokyo's street network circle, and joined a mediocre team.

Because her ruthless attack on tennis is too aggressive, she is too famous in the circle, and by the way, the unknown team has made a small piece of fame in Tokyo.

The rumored Yamazawa listened to the words of captain Sakaoka very much, was indifferent and silent, and showed no mercy to his opponents, so he also formed a lot of grudges, including one of Yami's team.

Since Yamazawa's teammate Pu Yuan came to this court not long ago to provoke Yami but was seriously injured, the beam between the two teams has been formed, and the provocation has continued to kick the field.

Today, the day before the start of the game, the three of Yami didn't expect to meet such a killing god.

"What the hell do you want to do!"

Struggling to get up but to no avail, Ami secretly gritted her teeth, Yamazawa's tricks were very weird, often making opponents as paralyzed and weak as she was at this time.

"Sakaoka also wanted to participate in tomorrow's tryouts, but he didn't receive an invitation."

Jumping over the net with ease, Yamazawa crouched down in front of the three of them, staring directly at them with a cold gaze.

"You received four, but one person had an impromptu accident. So, you have an extra one. ”

Although most of the invitations issued by the selection tournament are clearly issued according to the selected candidates, considering that there may be dark poke players who may be overlooked, for some well-known teams, the committee appropriately issued a few empty invitations, which are quite tickets, as long as you get them, you can participate.

Two of the invitations received by Yami's team were empty. So, according to Yamazawa's words, his purpose should be the extra empty invitation.

"You're delusional!"

Another member of the team, Nakamoto, yelled fiercely.

"Even if I tear it up, I won't give it to you!"

As soon as he finished roaring, he saw Yamazawa's gaze sweeping over without emotion, foggy, hiding an incomprehensible coldness.

"You have two choices. First, hand over that empty invitation, and the three of you will be safe to go to the contest. ”

Without any ups and downs in his eyes, Yamazawa stood up and looked down at the three of them with an indifferent gaze that was almost ruthless.

"Second, I'm going to make it to tomorrow for none of you."

A naked threat, but the three of Ami knew very clearly that the person in front of them would do what he said, and if he didn't give it, then they would ......

Glancing stiffly, they looked up to meet the cold eyes.

And the four people who were facing each other didn't know that their every move at the moment was completely recorded and presented in front of the other person.

The lengthy report sounded in the long afternoon sun, and on the other side of the city, Shan Zejin's every word and deed was told in extreme detail, and the shredded pages turned as if brewing unspeakable obscurity.

"Ding"

Finally, the undulating tone stopped with a crisp metallic sound.

Silently, the sharp tip of the cold light slashed, right in the dark bull's-eye, piercing an old photograph of the child on it who was immature and helpless, with only a pair of eyes, fragile and frightened.

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