A certain sister who was angry because of Tezuka's incident looked at Momojo, who had been very protective of her minister, and squinted dangerously, and showed no mercy when she came up, so she ......

"Bang!"

"Smack!"

The whistling dust hit Taocheng's face, and the disobedience was drowned in the choking rock and soil.

"Humph!"

Glancing defiantly at the embarrassed Momojo, Chuan spoke viciously.

"That's all the people under that bastard!"

"My brother is very angry today!"

Touching his nose, Naryo stood beside Sakurano and muttered, "It can't be venting anger!" ”

"Hmm."

Nodding his head thoughtfully, Sakurano smiled, "Quite possibly." ”

"Ahh

The appearance of the jump kill ball made Chuan Wei raise his eyebrows, but in the next second, before Taocheng landed, that powerful attack had been effortlessly blocked, and it stirred up a cloud of dust in the backcourt.

"Tao's situation seems to be very bad!"

Eiji's gaze rarely turned away from his partner Oishi's match, and looked at Momojo with a worried look.

"It doesn't seem to be as fast as usual."

"Did the injury to my left foot recur? Yesterday I climbed a mountain for a long time. ”

Fuji also looked over.

And in fact, it is true, Chuan's strength is already stronger than Momojo, and the merciless attack also suppressed his play, coupled with the spasm of his left foot, it really made Momojo extremely difficult in this game.

Leaping! Hold the racket with both hands! Swing!

Jack Knife！

The trick mastered in the Tokyo Conference has finally appeared!

"Boom!"

Chuan looked at the ball with a lot of strength at his feet, and nodded rarely, but there was already a provocative roar in his ears.

He frowned, looked up at Momojo, who was already sweating, and his gaze rested on his left foot.

It was only the beginning of the three rounds, but the running, jumping, swinging, and power between the two were all amazingly consumed, and the racket in his hand was still a special product filled with lead, all of which invisibly increased the burden of Taocheng's left foot injury.

Now, in Chuan's eyes, the spasmodic part is really impossible to ignore.

"Boy! Are you sure you want to keep fighting? ”

Momojo looked at Chuan who was asking in surprise, and only after a while did he realize that he was referring to his injury, he couldn't help gritting his teeth and roaring, "Of course!" Far from enough! ”

"Cut"

Sneering disdainfully, Chuan walked to the net, looked directly at Taocheng who was slightly bent over and gasping, and said word by word.

"But I don't have that American time to play with you!"

"You!"

Taocheng, who was angry, raised his feet and was about to rush up, but who knew that with this move, there was a sudden heart-piercing pain in his left foot, and he couldn't help but pause, and his brows frowned uncontrollably.

"Tsk! Rest, boy! ”

Baishan, who clearly saw this scene, also walked up, and his smiling face was a little more serious.

"If you don't want to delay the next big event, don't be pushy!"

"Ahh

Glaring at the careless Chuan unwillingly, thinking of the next Kanto competition, Momojo roared and rushed off the field with a slight limp. So, in such a situation, the battle on Court 1 came to an end first.

And while the training here is unfolding, many unknown changes are also taking place on the other side of the mountain forest.

Walking into the ward, the person on the bed was asleep unconsciously, the melting light scattered on Yukimura's face, reflecting the harmony of light and shadow, he turned slightly sideways, his hair without a forehead band swept the corners of his eyes, revealing a somewhat pale face, everything was quiet.

The roses he brought were still inserted into the vase at the head of the bed, and Izumi stood on the edge of the bed and looked at the slightly curved corners of Yukimura's lips that he didn't leave in his dreams......

After being silent for a long time, she raised her eyes to look at the warm sunlight outside the window, and touched her eyebrows and eyes with a warm touch, and touched the lonely eyebrows and eyes when no one was around.

"It's really intoxicating...... bright"

muttered unknowingly, pursed his lips in a voice, and slowly squatted down......

So...... When Yukimura woke up from his nap as usual, what caught his eye was the proud girl lying motionless on the side of his bed.

He looked at the sparkle in her slightly squinted eyes, at her slightly reddened cheeks in the light, at her long hair that bloomed like a flower,

Look at her......

Lazy, bright and beautiful.

"I'm sorry."

Seeing Yukimura wake up, the fog in his eyes gradually faded, and he opened his voice, his voice a little hoarse, "I'm sorry." ”

"What's wrong?"

Still smiling as gently as ever, Yukimura sat up from the bed with a slight doubt in his eyes.

"Why apologize?"

Silence, Izumi stood up, squatted for too long, her steps were still a little unsteady, looking at Yukimura, she pursed her lips, and still spoke.

"I may not be able to win the Kanto victory that belongs to you as a member of Lihai University."

Paused, and the voice avoided Yukimura's deep eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"You're leaving Japan?"

The smile was slightly retracted, and the voice couldn't help but be lowered, and Yukimura's fingers hidden under the quilt were slightly tightened, but he unexpectedly saw the sound shaking his head in denial.

"No, I'm going to the tryouts."

"For that 'adversary' of yours?"

His heart was suddenly relieved, Yukimura didn't know how complicated his mood was, but at the moment when he made his head, he smiled unconsciously, and he was so gentle.

"You don't have to be sorry."

Speaking slowly, Yukimura looked up at Izumi.

"That's what you're here for, isn't it?"

Silent. After looking at each other for a long time, Izumi suddenly smiled, still the kind of noble and elegant, arrogant smile, she stared at Yukimura with those stray and beautiful eyes that were as if she was talking to herself word by word.

"Yes, that's what it is, nothing else."

Nothing else...... It's like you're confused, or maybe you're deceiving yourself.

Yukimura watched the light and shadow change in her eyes, the smile on his face became more and more gentle, and he turned his eyes sideways to hide the deep emotion in his gaze, "I still remember the first time you came here. ”

Able to detect the gaze cast by Izune, Yukimura lowered his eyes with a smile, and did not say the words in his heart.

He still remembered that at that moment, he saw Song Jiang out of the voice, very proud, very lonely, and very fragile, and when she walked out into the sun and shined all over her body, he very clearly captured that stubbornness similar to his own.

We may be like-minded people, maybe we can snuggle up to each other, he thought so in his heart, but he hid everything in the corner of his lips, only a soft sigh, faint and gentle.

Izumi looked at him in confusion, seeing Yukimura's vague side face hidden in the backlight, listening to the sigh, the smile on his face was raised, and he was silent.

I can't tell the feeling, it's just that in those moments of companionship, she will feel at ease, she will unconsciously rely on, and she will feel, ah, it turns out that she can also take a break, and she doesn't have to laugh so proudly...

So tired. I don't know what kind of emotion it is, I don't know if these feelings are related to heartbeat, I only vaguely know that it seems that in the dark we can rely on each other.

"So, who is it?"

Finally, Yukimura got up, put on his coat, and walked to the window, the foreheadband he tied was slightly vivid for his pale face, and woke up the voice that was still in a trance, "Huh? ”

"I mean, who is that opponent that makes your heart and soul so worried?"

Turning around, Yukimura's smile shone into her eyes.

"She's in Qingxue now."

Looking at such a gentle smile, it seems that everything is not so difficult to confide," her name is, Sakurano Ryuzaki. ”

"Ryuzaki Sakurano?"

Frowning slightly, Yukimura's eyes were a little wandering, it seemed to be a little familiar, have you heard of it anywhere......

"Yes."

Not noticing Yukimura's reaction, Izuku's expression was a little at a loss, and he muttered subconsciously.

"One, very shiny, very shiny person. Gentle, dazzling, strong, and bright...... is a person who is destined to be noticed. ”

"Sound,"

Thinking about it, Yukimura recalled the girl he met in the corridor that day, and met the somewhat distracted gaze of the voice, and his eyes were slightly deep.

"It seems that you don't hate her."

Hearing this, her expression froze, and she stared at Yukimura blankly for a long time before nodding in a trance.

"yes, how can you hate it."

smiled, but the curvature of the corners of his lips was astringent, his voice tilted his head, and his misty eyes looked out the window at the sunlight that gradually set with the passage of time, and his lazy face was hazy.

"She used to be my favorite person."

Looking at the girl who was a little crazy, Yukimura's fingers hanging down his side curled tightly, no longer looking like a voice trapped in a memory, he moved his eyes to the flowers on the bedside, the rich ink color bloomed, mournful and public, it seemed that the person who loved it also hid the unknown fragility of his heart under the beautiful and arrogant expression.

It seems that the miserable daylight renders a different mood, and the sound covers her eyes, and a very strong desire to talk suddenly sprouts in her heart, she turned the corner of her eye, looked at Yukimura beside her through the fine dust in the air, and laughed slightly distractedly.

A low chuckle suddenly sounded in her ears, and Yukimura, who was rummaging her thoughts, raised her eyes in surprise, and looked at her in front of her in the light of the falling glow, and heard a whisper that lingered in her heart.

"Do you want to listen? My story. ”

"Da ......"

The sound of tea cups clinking was particularly crisp in the silent room, and the afternoon sun shone in through the flying curtains, and tiny dust was raised in the light.

His fingers rested lightly on the chair, his eyes and face were slightly closed, and his delicate and demonic face was gilded with sunlight, and it looked pure and picturesque from a distance.

"Young Master,"

Respectfully bending down and handing over the photo in his hand, Richard's voice carried a hint of caution, "Mr. Hyakuyama sent news that Miss Sakura fell off the cliff last night, and Hecate appeared. ”

Seeing that the flying dust was alarmed, and the cold ink light on his fingertips stopped for a moment, Richard hurriedly added another sentence.

"But in the end, the medication stabilized, and now it is fine."

"Okay?"

His fingers touched the sleeping face in the photo, the hideous wound could not be concealed in the soft light, his fingertips tightened slightly, and his jade-like voice became hoarse.

"Tell me more about what the hell happened."

"Yes."

Richard's unwavering remarks were heard in his ears, and he looked at the person in the photograph, and the deep pupils of his eyes splashed with ripples, even if the sun poured on the precious crystal and sparkled, it could not cast a more brilliant and noble color than in those eyes......

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