Is this the battle between kings and kings? These two people really refuse to admit defeat. They are really natural rivals. Of course, they are also natural friends.
Destined friends and rivals are also a kind of luck, aren't they?
Those who stand at the highest point are always lonely and lonely
The so-called game is still going on, and no one can stop Otoyu from looking at his watch. It is already 9:30, which is very late.
Her eyelashes flickered, then she braced herself and continued to look.
Another 10 minutes passed
Atobe touched his chin with one hand, while the other hand was still on the keyboard, staring at the word victory on the screen.
"Tezuka, it's a pity that I won first this time." He is confident and arrogant, and he will never lose. The victory is his, and it is his Atobe Keigo's.
"No, Tezuka won?" Kikumaru looked at Tezuka's screen, and the word "victory" was indeed written on it.
This... Two black lines were drawn on everyone's heads. Both people won. What on earth is going on? Is there something wrong with the machine?
"It's really not gorgeous, but I am still the one who wins, Kachi?" Atobe Keigo stood up, the smile on his lips did not fall a bit, and the moles under his eyes seemed to be beating slightly, and his gorgeous eyes
"Yes" Hua Di replied calmly
"Oh, really?" Tezuka didn't say anything at all. Anyway, the outcome was written on the screen. No matter it was a problem with the machine or for whatever reason, the two of them neither lost nor won.
It seems that the real game will not be known until they actually fight. At that time, the real battle of kings will take place, which will be the tennis court.
Putting the drinks in the refrigerator, their game was over, and she could go back to sleep and yawned delicately. She was really tired from the recent English test, and she could fall asleep even while standing.
Walking out, Hyotei's academy has already packed their golf bags and is ready to go home. After all, there will be more rigorous training waiting for them tomorrow.
Appropriate entertainment is to relax and adjust oneself for more rigorous training.
Otoyu picked up her schoolbag, and Cilang, who had drunk the dry punishment tea, was carried on Hua Chi's shoulders. She looked at Cilang's sleeping face, and accidentally smiled lightly. It was really cute. Now you have been taught a lesson. Let's see what happens next.
Will you drink randomly next time?
She stood up and accidentally met a pair of deep eyes, that thoughtful look. He was a quiet and cold person, and she was a quiet and gentle person. But, Tezuka Kunimitsu, maybe, you don't
Know that we can't go back, we can never go back
The past years were so miserable that she no longer wanted to think about them. She touched the six piercings on her ears. They recorded everything she loved about you, and also recorded the past between me and you.
I can't talk about whether I love her or not. It's just that I'm tired, very tired.
Your perfunctory behavior, your disgust, your misunderstandings, your ruthlessness, everything you did today will remain unforgettable to her until her death, but it taught me to give up.
Who said that the most regrettable thing in life is to easily give up what should not be given up, and to stubbornly persist in what should not be persisted...
Therefore, she no longer persists
Carrying her schoolbag, she could ignore him at will. No matter what his eyes meant at this time, she didn't want to think deeply or understand it, because it didn't matter anymore.
She followed Atobe Keigo out, but only glanced at Ryoma when she turned back.
The boy's bright eyes were stubborn and unyielding, just like the beautiful bright Milky Way in the sky at this time. And his eyes were not inferior to those stars.