The night is darker, and the dim and soft halo is yellowish, making it easier to be swept away by tiredness.

From time to time, a few files full of text were swiped across the screen, and with a slight movement of the first name's finger, a web page popped up, and a list that had been updated was displayed in a short time, which was a ranking table showing various data.

He scrolled through the ranking chart, and the dense real-time data was constantly beating, showing the statistics and personnel lists of large and small events that were still active around the world.

This is the ranking statistics of players around the world in underground tennis, all players who have participated in heavyweight matches will be counted, the names are gray for players who have not participated in underground tournaments, and the lights are for those who have already participated in underground black tournaments.

Some names have been moving a lot lately, while others have stayed where they are for a long time.

Everyone's game results will be updated into the table as ranking points, which will be fully updated every 12 hours, and there will be small data fluctuations at any time.

Chu Ming glanced at it a few times, and his eyes were locked on the top 100 data, and many names that he was familiar with were included in it.

From time to time, the gaze wanders, and a large amount of data synthesis and analysis floods into the mind.

He pondered, but was suddenly interrupted by the strange touch on his back from time to time.

In the extremely quiet space, the restless small movements of the people around you are really impossible to ignore.

Stopping what he was doing, Hatsuna turned slightly sideways and looked at the girl who was already asleep in fatigue at the side of him.

Shan Ze curled up on the sofa in the corner where he was sitting, rubbing his head against the waist of Hatsuna, who he was holding consciously, from time to time, and a few unspoken words came out of his mouth, petite and slender like a well-behaved and sticky little shrimp.

Pinching the corners of her eyes, a hint of smiling light spread out from the bottom of her slightly tired eyes, this girl.

Closing the computer, he gently took Yamazawa's hand around his waist, turned sideways and hugged the little man in his arms, got up and walked towards the bedroom.

"Brother......

The girl in her arms habitually wrapped around the neck of the first name, and the whole person was nested in a familiar atmosphere, and her docile coquettish tone was very soft.

"Hold ......"

Walking into the bedroom in a few steps, Hatsuna's name tried to put the person in his arms on the bed, but unsurprisingly watched Yamazawa hug himself and not let go, he couldn't help but be angry and funny.

"Brother...... Don't go ......"

Chu Ming listened to Shan Ze's half-aggrieved and half-coquettish whispers, took off his glasses and lowered his eyes, looking at the girl who was nested in his arms with peace of mind, and sighed for a while to soften his heart.

After the lights were turned off, Hatsumei lay on the bed in the posture and clothes of hugging Yamazawa, and kissed Yamazawa's slightly frowning eyebrows in the gentle moonlight, and his eyes were the soft color of flowing gold that was not usually obvious.

"Good night, my dear."

A low sigh, surprisingly slender...... Lined with a room of moonlight, the slight blue is still warm.

Like a brief and unconsciously tense breathing gap between successive storms, Sakura no transitioned through a few days of peaceful daily life, simply attending classes and training, but she could still feel the non-stop approaching wind and rain in these calm times, and the breath was sinister.

It was the lunch break, and Echizen had already slipped away as usual, and Tomoka sat in his seat, caring for his friend who had become less and less normal recently.

"Sakurano, Sakurano?"

Shaking her hand vigorously in front of her eyes, Tomoka finally summoned the soul of Sakurano from the world.

She unconsciously pursed her lips at the gaze that Sakura had withdrawn from the window, and she always felt that the dark light in her eyes when she came back this time was a little strange.

"Why are you always in a daze when you come back this time? Is it uncomfortable that the injury has not healed yet? ”

Rao has many questions in his heart, and Peng Xiang suppressed them one by one without asking, but the worry in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

"I'm fine, I'm just thinking about things."

Shaking her head slightly, Sakura lowered her eyelashes, and quietly pulled out the fingers held by Peng Xiangxu, and her voice was slightly warm.

"It's the rematch of the tryouts in a few days, and I got a notification, so I'm thinking about it."

"Oh, you're going to close the game, aren't you?"

was taken away by Sakurano's words for a while, and Peng Xiang didn't notice her small movements, and her face was pure joy.

"Sakura is really amazing, you entered the semi-finals so smoothly, I really can't see that you have such a talent for tennis!"

There was no haze in the eyes of the girl in front of her, only pure happiness and kindness.

Sakurano was slightly distracted, and her gaze, which had precipitated many colors, seemed to pass through the cheerful sound of Tomoka's chirping, and saw a darker and deeper distance.

"Well, they all say I'm talented."

She heard her own voice, different from the resentment of many years ago, and different from the deliberate purity of these times, it was the real her voice, shallow and obscure.

"So, I'm going to win."

She smiled slightly, at the familiar face of pure joy, as if relieved and firm, the snow melted away, only a light smile remained, hiding the edge.

"Squeak......

Hearing the sound of the iron door being pushed open, Echizen did not look back, still lying down, and the hat on his head was flipped aside.

He tilted his head to look at the magnificent sea of flowers on the wall, and at some point, a few deliberately blank places in the painting had been redrawn with a few strokes, blurry, but expressive.

"I heard that you have received an invitation to the National Open, congratulations."

Sakurano glanced at the paintings on the wall, and instead sat down next to Echizen, feeling in a good mood and throwing the hat that had been lifted aside mischievously to Echizen's face to cover it, with a faint smile in his voice.

"I'm still hesitating."

Echizen's voice came from under his hat, a little muffled.

"Is it because of the conflict with the national competition?"

It's almost an affirmative tone, and Echizen doesn't make a sound, which can be regarded as acquiescence.

Sakurano paused, and removed the hat from Echizen's face, facing him with a clear and snowy gaze that was still hidden.

"It's your choice, but, Ryoma."

"Check it out, and maybe you'll find the answer to your confusion."

"It is a battlefield where the strong are like forests, if you stand firm, you are also strong."

Echizen tilted his head and looked at the dark and shining eyes in the faint voice.

"There are your obsessions here, but they won't hinder your dreams."

"You dream of getting stronger, don't you?"

"Hmm."

For a long time, Echizen closed his eyes and ended the silence of this knock.

A slightly cool touch fell on his eyes, and Echizen felt the temperature of the palm of the person next to him, and heard her chuckle for some reason.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just think that soon I will follow in your footsteps to the other side of the ocean, back to the place I haven't set foot in a long time."

In that response, there was a bit of nostalgia and a hint of determination.

"Friendlies? Or the Open? ”

"Probably both, maybe more."

"Or maybe it's just thinking about facing the disaster that I have put on hold for many years."

"There's an obsession there...... It's mine. ”

In that voice, the restraint and killing intent were blended and overflowing.

Echizen listened, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Have you ever heard of white? The person who will face you off that day. ”

He removed his hat and saw Sakurano, who had already withdrawn his hand, sitting on the side, resting his head on the knee he was holding, in a lazy posture like a resting cat.

"Hmm...... Haven't encountered it before, but. ”

Sakurano didn't move, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she was empty.

"The Ghost Skull Chapters are all over the world, attracting players from all over the world to move around the world. The general association is very special, there are only seven people, called the 'Seven Demon Kings', three of them have the highest status, and the four people who dominate them are the core components of the 'Ghost Skeleton'. ”

"Each of the seven people has their own code titles, and except for the three founders of the Supreme, the next four will all undergo a change, once every ten years, and the successors will inherit their respective titles. It has also been replaced by the fourth generation. ”

Echizen listened to Sakura's lazy explanations one by one, but he heard the dormant disgust and malice from that trace of laziness.

"As far as I know, Bai was one of the candidates for the successor of the 'Four Demon Kings' selected and cultivated by the 'Ghost Skeleton'."

"Was?"

"It seems that he chose to defect the organization when he won the final candidate competition, and his real fame began at that time, and it seems that he has been hiding his strength in 'Ghost Skeleton'."

"I had a problem at that time, and I came to Japan very quickly, and I missed his beginnings."

"Beauty is dumb, the strongest for this generation."

"It's a coveted compliment."

Sakurano laughed softly, and there was a twinkle in her eyes, and mockery flashed over her.

"That's why it's always coveted by bloodsuckers."

"Successors, are they the four people who are sure?"

Frowning, Echizen's mind flashed over the perverse demon with dazzling blonde hair and an angel's skin.

"It can only be said that there are currently four tentative successors."

"There are more than one candidates, there are many, they are 'ghost skeletons' who have been selected and cultivated since childhood, or they are extremely talented seeds from all over the world."

"The four people who won in the end are the final successors, and it is impossible to determine until the last minute."

"It's not a long time before the final duel, heh."

"Are these easy things to know?"

Hearing this, Echizen was a little stunned, only to see Sakurano turn his head, and a hint of malicious mockery appeared in his light smile.

"Underground, of course, these are the ways in which money settles and fortunes rotate during the season."

"'Ghost Skeleton' is a snarl of scattered golfers fighting on the field, pursuing perverted powerhouses, and killing every opponent who is hostile."

"And the race for their own successor is even more ruthless, tragic and even cannibalistic."

Every time he said a word, his tone was a little lighter, Sakura squinted lazily, and the light curvature of the corners of his lips was indifferent.

"Every fight is sought after by the whole audience and the world is watching."

"In that world, blood makes people excited, greed makes people intoxicated, and the pursuit of the strongest is the only law."

Echizen looked at Sakurano in a daze, with a faint smile on his face, but what was hidden in his usual tone was full of bad mockery.

As he listened, he seemed to be able to smell the blood in that decaying world.

But for some reason, Echizen's eyes flashed slightly, and he could hear more from Sakurano's words, abandoning the malice and sharpness...... A hint of downright sorrow.

"You, hate them?"

Without a teacher, Echizen is blessed in this moment.

Stunned, the corners of Sakura's mouth curved, and the light in her eyes was scorching, setting off a bright and brilliant that did not reveal a trace of haze.

"Yes."

The smile was cold for a moment, and she said every word, reflecting the warmth of the afternoon sun, not as good as the bottom of her eyes.

"Heart-to-heart pain, bone-covered hatred."

"We don't share the hatred of the sky."

"Ryoma."

With a heartbeat, Echizen watched Sakurano stand up, and the whole person fell into the shadow of the backlight.

I only heard the cold voice with the residual warmth resounding in the moment when the light source was reversed.

"Get stronger."

"A lot of people, waiting for us."

She turned her head the moment she pushed the door open, and the darkness in her eyes precipitated a trace of warmth under the daylight.

hate, so draw the knife and bloody malice.

Love, so the star falls and the light is extinguished.

The daylight is warm, and the night is long.

Echizen slowly stood up and raised his head, revealing a pair of clear and unruly eyes under the brim of his hat.

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