Youth Tennis Club.

Sakurano and Echizen stood outside the tennis club's court, looking at the empty court with surprise in their eyes.

Peng Xiang reported to the music club, and hurried to the club after class. And Sakurano and Echizen, who both reported to the tennis club, also came to the court together, but they didn't expect to see such a desolate scene.

"Are you also in first grade?"

I was surprised, but there was an inquiring voice on the side. As far as I could see, two boys were carrying a basketball out of the court on the other side.

"If you want to call the club application form, you have to go to the club office over there. The club activities for the new students will start tomorrow and will be closed today. ”

"So, you are,"

Sakurano looked at the tennis ball that the two were carrying, and looked puzzled.

"Oh, we both volunteered to stay and clean the court."

The slightly shorter boy touched his head and explained shyly, "My name is Katsuro Kato." ”

"My name is Katsuo Nagano, and I'm in the same class as him."

The boy at the high point also nodded at Sakurano and introduced himself.

"My name is Ryuzaki Sakurano," Sakurano bowed politely, with a gentle smile on her face, and she pointed to Echizen beside her, "This is Echizen Ryoma." ”

Looking at Sakurano's gentle smile as pure as an angel, both Kato and Nagano smiled a little shyly, nodded and left. Behind them, there was a haughty shout.

"Hey! First grade over there! ”

Walking to the court not far away, two tall sophomores stood in the middle of the court, signaling to them, "Come here!" ”

"Senior, is there something wrong?"

Walking into the court, Kato spoke slightly awkwardly.

"You're all new to the tennis club. Before you start training, why not play a game with your seniors? ”

One of them, a second-year, was carrying a racket, and without waiting for a few people to answer, he continued to speak to himself.

"See those four jars on the other side? Each of you has three chances, and if the four of you knock down those four jars, you win, what? ”

Everyone looked at the beverage cans on the bottom line opposite, and their faces were different. Kato and Nagano looked at each other with a little panic, while Sakurano and Echizen, one expressionless, the other smiling.

"Pay 2,000 yuan per person before playing, win, pay you back, lose, hehe."

Another sophomore threw the tennis ball in his hand and smiled maliciously.

"You guys, let's get started!"

Retreating to the sidelines, the two sophomores looked at the four people on the field, already coercing.

"Try, try." Knowing that there was no way out, Nagano was the first to pick up the ball and start batting.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Looking at the three serves that were hit in different directions, Nagano walked back to Kato in a dejected manner.

"Sure enough, it still can't be done."

Seeing Nagano's failure without any suspense, Kato's clapping hand trembled faintly, "It's too difficult, for us." ”

The two second-graders on the side saw Kato, who was the second on the court, trembling in their hands and feet, and looked at each other with a smile on their faces.

"Bang!"

Glancing at the first ball that was knocked off, Kato's grip tightened, and after taking a deep breath, he swung the racket again. "Whoa!" Hit the second ball unexpectedly, but.

Looking at the jar that only shook lightly and did not fall down, Kato's face was shocked, and his expression was depressed again.

The third ball, which didn't happen again, hit the side-netting and fell to the ground.

"The remaining two over there, it's your turn!"

As if they had seen victory, the two second-year villains smiled and pointed at Echizen and Sakurano, who were still standing on the sidelines, "You guys, who will come first?" ”

Sakurano looked at Echizen, who had put down his shoulder bag, and took a step back knowingly, watching the boy who picked up the racket walk onto the court.

"Whew."

With a casual swing of the racket, Echizen pulled out the ball in his pocket, jumped, swung the racket, and hit. Effortlessly and neatly, the first knockout.

Glancing at the stunned eyes of the few people around her, Sakurano's gaze returned to Echizen, with some doubts in her eyes.

In the second ball, Echizen looked at the three jars still standing opposite, and his eyes vaguely revealed the confidence that he was bound to win.

The two sophomores on the side were still amazed by the accuracy of Echizen's first goal, but a sudden wind blew in front of them, and the small ball drew a strange arc, bypassing the midfield and hitting the baseline accurately, and then in the stunned eyes of everyone.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The three canisters fell in unison, and the spinnering ball finally settled next to the last canister to hit, and a handful of stones poured out with a clatter.

Echizen put down his racket, turned his eyes to the side, looked at the two sophomores who were stunned, put on his shoulder bag again, pulled the corners of his mouth very shallowly, and walked out of the court.

Only a few people were stunned, and Sakurano who was smiling slightly and looking unclear, watched the thin figure gradually move away.

"Interesting year-rounders!"

In the distance, Momojo touched his chin and looked at Echizen's departing figure, his eyes shining brightly.

After everyone left, Sakurano was still standing in place, scanning the court with a puzzled look in her eyes......

Again, every time she arrives at the tennis court, she will have an inexplicable sense of familiarity, obviously ...... She doesn't know how to play tennis at all......

"Sakurano, you're going to go to the tennis club?"

Knocking on the door of the club office, Sakurano unexpectedly saw her grandmother sitting behind her desk sorting out the application form for new students, she handed over her form, but received a surprised look from Ryuzaki, "Don't you hate touching tennis?" ”

"I want to regain my memory, Grandma."

Sakurano was still smiling, but there was a hazy sadness in her eyes that was engraved on Ryuzaki's heart until a long time later, "I don't want to...... Forget the past, and get lost in the future. ”

After Sakurano left, Ryuzaki sat in the office, and the words Sakurano left before leaving still ringed in his ears.

"Grandma, I always feel that I have a sense of déjà vu with tennis. But I don't know how to play tennis at all, do I? ”

Ever since Sakura saw the bloodstained racket after her attack in the United States, she has been extremely resistant to tennis, and although there are many people around her who are good at it, she has basically never touched a tennis racket again.

In order to stabilize Sakura's mood, they around him were also not reluctant. However, how did Sakurano know how deeply involved she was with tennis......

"Don't you know how to play at all?"

As if remembering something from a long, long time ago, Ryuzaki sighed, with a little pride and amazement in his eyes, "How could it be...... Obviously ......"

"Jingle Bell ......"

The cheerful bell rang, and the lengthy lesson was finally over, Peng Xiang stretched comfortably and looked at Sakurano who was packing up her books, "Sakura, are you going to the tennis club today?" ”

"Hmm."

Sakurano nodded, "Are you going to take a look?" I heard that the competition has ended, so I may go to the ministry today. ”

"Really?"

Pengxiang's eyes lit up, "Okay." I heard that the selection of the youth tennis club is very good! ”

"Let's go, then."

Sakurano turned her gaze and looked at Echizen, who had just raised her head and was sleepy-eyed, with a smile, "Echizen, you should hurry up too." "Huh?" Echizen was slightly stunned, then rubbed his eyes and stood up, "Hmm." ”

"Sakurano, the last time I went to see you in the tennis club, you guys have been swinging rackets, picking up balls or something. It's been almost a week, and you're not still doing this, are you? ”

As she walked along the road, Tomoka tried to break the silence that had spread between several people. "Swinging the racket and picking up the ball are the club activities of the first grade, and I have been doing them."

"Not really."

The corners of Pengxiang's mouth twitched, such a boring thing actually had to be done for an academic year, but fortunately she didn't follow Sakurano into the tennis club on a whim.

"Oh, it's boring. Sakurano, aren't you bored? ”

Because he couldn't enter the court if he wasn't a member of the department, Tomoka could only stand outside the fence and talk to Sakurano, who had finished his swing practice, "Also, what about the main selection?" I didn't see a single figure. ”

"It's just that it might come, and I listened to my grandmother." Sakurano looked at the free court in the distance, and her eyes were a little distant.

"Huh? That's Echizen, right? ”

Looking in the direction pointed by Tomoka, Echizen on the opposite side was surrounded by a group of sophomore and a half, and was also being pointed by one of them.

Sakurano narrowed her eyes slightly, recognizing that it was one of the two second-year students who had a game storm with them before, and it seemed to be called,

"I actually got into trouble with Arai Senpai."

There was a discussion around him, "Arai Senpai is the best of the second-year members, how did Echizen provoke him." ”

Sakurano looked over, only to see Kato and Nagano, whom she had seen before, looking nervously at Echizen with another boy in green.

"It's Satoshi Horio!"

"Who?"

Tomoka looked at Sakurano, who was confused, sighed, and pointed to the boy in green and spoke, "It's in our class, Satoshi Horio." ”

"Ah, that's right. I didn't pay much attention to it. ”

Sakurano smiled embarrassedly and walked to the other side, "I'll take a look." ”

Sakura, it seems that she has been very different from Echizen since the first meeting, although she is very gentle with people, but she doesn't pay much attention to the little things around her, why is she so concerned about Echizen now.

Tomoka looked at Sakurano walking towards Echizen with a deep expression on her face.

The best of the second grade? Sakurano still had a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, and there was some curiosity in her eyes.

"Stinky boy! Don't you know how to say hello when you see your seniors? ”

Arai looked at Echizen with an indifferent face, remembering what happened before, and gritting his teeth more and more.

"It's really uninteresting! Don't think that if you happen to hit that day, you can do whatever you want here! ”

"Who are you?"

Echizen frowned and looked away in displeasure, avoiding the racket pointed at him.

"You!"

Arai stared at Echizen and laughed angrily, "Ha! Pretend not to know? Who am I, you ask? Boy, I must teach you a lesson today and tell you what it means to respect your seniors! ”

Echizen glanced at the hideous-looking Arai, held the paddle indifferently, and prepared to walk away.

"Boy! Do you dare to fight me? ”

Hearing the provocative words, Sakura's approaching footsteps stopped, and the slight squinting of his eyes lit up, and Echizen, who was about to leave, paused in the same footsteps, turned around and looked at Arai, who was a head taller than him, raised his eyebrows, and there was impatience and fighting intent in his eyes, "Okay, I accept your challenge." ”

Ignoring the surrounding discussion and laughter, Echizen and Arai both stepped onto the court. This unexpected match attracted the attention of most people, including one of the main candidates who had just approached and did not attract the attention of the members, Takeshi Momojo.

"Humph! I don't know how thick the sky is! ”

Arai clenched the clap in his hand, and his eyebrows were full of condescending arrogance, "Let me teach you a good lesson!" "Then let me see your strength."

When Echizen heard this, he waved his pat, and there was a rebellious and cold Zhuo Ran in his eyes, "Let's warm up." ”

"It's so arrogant, this first grade."

"Arai is also the first person in the second grade, and this year is proud!"

"yes." ……

There was a continuous whisper in his ears, but Sakurano ignored it, just focused on the field.

"It's a game to win or lose. In the first game, Arai serves. ”

Arai swung his racket to hit the ball, but unexpectedly, as soon as the ball crossed the net, a gust of wind had passed his cheek, and a loud bang sounded in the backcourt.

"How, maybe?"

Arai turned around in disbelief, a shallow trail was pressing on the bottom line, how could it be possible at this speed?

"Oh my God! It's so fast, that ball. ”

"Is he really a year-old?"

"It's amazing."

The attention of the onlookers gradually shifted to the silent Echizen.

“15-0.”

Arai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, calmed down, and served again.

Again, Echizen's figure went online in an instant, and with a light leap, he directly intercepted the ball in the air, and made a heavy buckle.

"It's too slow!"

The ball slammed into the ground with such force that it made a noticeable pit.

“30-0.”

Arai looked at the ball pit at his feet and swallowed unconsciously.

“45-0.”

Another swift blow, and the game point came without surprise.

"1-0. In the first game, Echizen wins."

The referee paused, and then spoke, "In the second game, Echizen serves." ”

"You." Faced with Arai's speechlessness, Echizen just raised his eyes, his expression still indifferent.

Throwing the ball carelessly, Echizen holding the racket with his right hand, jumping lightly, swinging, not too fast, not much force. Arai was overjoyed, and was about to catch the ball, but the ball that landed on the ground flashed and flew towards him strangely, subconsciously leaning back, and a dangerous gust of ball wind passed by his face, leaving a shallow mark.

This is, Momojo, who was leaning on the corner of the court, stood up suddenly, and there was surprise in his eyes.

"External spin serve!"

"Outspin serve."

Two voices rang out in unison, both whispering, inaudible.

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