The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

Chapter 162

"Qingxue!" Kawamura appeared in the stands holding the club flag, "Fight! Victory belongs to us!" Waving vigorously, the Qingxue flag with a blue background and a red cross fluttered high in the blue sky.

Standing up, took a few steps outside the field, and then stopped, "Let me declare first, don't lose. Only I can beat you!"

"I won't lose." With his back to me, the minister's voice was steady and firm.

Picking up the tennis bag, I walked out of the court.

"Echizen," Taocheng's voice sounded beside him, his black eyes fixed on me, "If you need to warm up, I'll help."

"No. Thanks." My tone must be as hard as a rock now.

"Thank you, on-site supervisor." The old lady Ryuzaki who came back with Kawamura sighed, "Really, our team is full of stubborn people."

"That... Thank you for your compliment." I walked past her.

"Idiot, that's not a compliment!" Mrs. Ryuzaki muttered behind me.

Walking to a secluded practice wall, I took out my racket, and threw my bag aside heavily.

Mechanically hitting the tennis ball bouncing off the wall, my mind was full of the back of the minister kneeling in pain covering his left shoulder, and the hand covering the shoulder trembled undetectably.

"Liar! Liar! All liars!" "Fool! Fool! All fools!"

The hitting of the tablet turned into frantic beating, and the murmured whispers turned into angry roars. I couldn't bear the pain like a knife cutting every inch of my patience.

I hate myself, why should I trust Dashi and duel with the minister who just recovered from his hand injury? !

I hate myself, why play childish temper just because I can't play, is that begging or forcing? !

I hate myself, why do I have to get three more damn goals than that for a good warm up? !

I even hated myself, why did I want to snatch the position of on-the-spot supervisor, and see all the details of the destruction from beginning to end, but I can't do anything? !

"Ryoma." A familiar voice came from behind.

"Crack." The tennis ball fell down from the wall, bounced monotonously twice, rolled on the ground for a short distance, and remained still.

Hanging down the racket, I heard my low, out-of-pitch voice, "Turn it over."

"Hey?"

"I tell you to turn around, don't look at me!" My tone was rough and arrogant.

"Okay, Ryoma, I'm turning around." Why is his tone so gentle?

There was a moment of silence, I turned my head slowly, and I looked at his back.

The little bit of guilt for him created a small gap in my heart. Those anxiety, regret, helplessness, anger, and the guilt that almost killed me clamored to get out of the hard shell. be liberated.

Stretching out my hand, like a drowning person clung to everything within reach, and I clenched the corner of my clothes behind Bu Er.He held it until his joints turned white, but he couldn't restrain the violent trembling from his whole body.

"I, with my eyes closed, I can't see anything; I've also closed my ears, so I can't hear anything." I took my hand, which was holding the corner of his clothes, with my backhand, and turned around slowly but firmly.With his eyes closed, there was still a faint smile on his face.Maybe that smile is too shallow, I always feel a little sad.

"So, it's okay, just cry." He pulled my wrist slightly with one hand, and gently pressed my head into his arms with the other hand, his sigh came faintly, "You are the real fool, Ryoma."

The gentle voice easily tore through the fragile defense line, and the thing that he thought he had no chance in this life gushed out, warmly covered his entire cheek, and wet the front of his chest...

"Are you ready?" By the pool, Fuji handed me a towel.

Lifting my face from the cold water, shaking off the water droplets on my hair, I took the towel and covered my face, "Okay."

I was closing my eyes and looking up to feel the coolness, when loud cheers came from a distance, which made me open my eyes instantly.

The towel on his face fell onto his hand.I turned my head and showed a small smile, "Let's go back to the game."

"Okay." Fuji's blue eyes were as clear as the sky.

The arena has been flooded by huge sound waves.

"[-]-[-], Seigaku Tezuka leads!"

The cheerleaders on both sides were exhausted and caught in a wave of frenzy.

"Minister..." Such a broken shoulder, you actually used it to hold on to the tie-break!

I am used to seeing your usual expression, and I understand deeply how much pain your left shoulder will cause!

That left arm, you can hardly lift it up?

There is no moisture in my eyes, on the contrary, it is dry and raw, and the pain penetrates into the bone marrow.

"Why don't you let him stop! Why do you have to continue at this point!" Sheng Lang struggled to pull Dashi's arm.

Standing still like a sculpture, Dashi's solemn face, his eyes are as stubborn as the stone.

Still don't understand?I saw the two people who were fighting for their lives.

Both the minister and Atobe are already at their limit.Who is qualified to stop such a peak duel where souls collide!

Seeing such a picture, why does it make me have a premonition of fate.

"Become the pillar of Qingxue!" Why does this sentence linger in my ears for a long time.

"Zero cut!" Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, the minister assumed the familiar pose, with the racket drooping.

With a soft "Dang", the ball turned over the net in a small arc, and Atobe on the opposite side rushed forward panting heavily.

The ball flipped over the net lightly and delicately, landed on the ground and spun for a while, and returned to the ground gracefully and unrestrainedly. "Okay!" The moment I blurted out, I suddenly realized that the scene just now was just my hallucination.

The ball was still on the ground, and after a while of spinning, it actually bounced up!

Atobe took a diving dive, and although the ball was saved, all his men fell to the ground.

The minister slowly raised his left arm, and the ball flew towards him as if pulling it.

"That stance!" "Tezuka Territory!" The audience exclaimed loudly.

Atobe on the ground could only raise his head and stare helplessly at the phantom of the golden god of war in the opposite vortex.

"Crack!" The magnified tennis ball hit the net and fell irreversibly, falling...in my hallucination, it was turned into powder.

"The game is over! The Ice Empress Division won! The total number of rounds is [-]-[-]!"

In sharp contrast to the referee's loud announcement, there was a deathly silence in the audience.

Everyone stared blankly at the lonely and independent person in the arena.

In the independent field, it is like being under the spotlight.He closed his eyes and raised his head, his lips under the straight and smooth bridge of the nose were slightly parted, and his expression was so serene that it took one's breath away.The sunlight softly shone on his thin lenses, his marble-like smooth face, and the sweat that slowly slid down his chin, revealing a holy crystal.

The minister at this moment, like an angel with broken wings, is heartbreaking.