"Why, I have to keep playing, I must, I don't want to give up, I object." Kirihara put down his racket on the court, not understanding what they were doing. He could obviously win, and the game had just begun, but he still
He didn't want to start playing tennis. He finally got the chance to play this game. There was no need to admit defeat. He couldn't do such a thing. He couldn't do it.
"That's enough, Kirihara, come here." Sanada's eyes calmly looked at Kirihara in the field, and his voice was completely firm and irrefutable. Kirihara paused for a long time, and finally, he lowered his shoulders and walked towards him.
Walking to the rest area, Kirihara sat on the rest chair with an angry look on his face. It seemed that he didn't want to pay attention to anyone.
He was very angry, absolutely very angry
Jack walked out of him, stretched out his hand and rubbed his black hair, "Little guy, they are doing it for your own good. Ishida's strength is too great. Besides, you forgot that your injury is not healed yet. We are just letting you get familiar with the game."
I feel like I don’t want you to go to the hospital again, do you understand?”
Kirihara was still sulking, and put the racket under his chin, and then touched his shoulder. It was indeed a little painful. He curled his lips. This was the second time. Anyway, he didn't want a third time.
If he doesn't fight once, he won't fight. When it comes to the national competition, he will never give up. Neither Sanada nor Yukimura can stop him anymore.
Ishida walked off the field and wiped the sweat on his forehead with a towel. He did not expect that Rikkai University would directly abstain. So even if they won this game, it was really not a very honorable game.
Then in the next game, they have to use their true skills to win
There was a moment of silence on Fudomine's court. A young man stood up from the bench and slowly pulled down the zipper of his shirt. Needless to say, the person who appeared in this game was naturally him, no matter what.
The captain of Dongfeng, Ju Juping
Seeing Tachibana Juping standing up, Sanada turned around, but suddenly stopped to get the racket.
"Sanada, I'll do this game." Seiichi Yukimura also stood up with him. He still didn't take off his team uniform jacket. He walked off the field and took out a green belt from his golf bag, then tied it on his forehead.
When he turned around again, his whole person seemed to be in a flash of brilliance. He was both beautiful and dangerous, completely different from his usual gentleness and politeness. Now, with a smile, he was both indifferent and aloof. He was teetering on top, and even more so.
Pan, he is the king, the real king of Lihai Tennis Club
Otoyu looked up at the young man's slender but not thin body. The moment she turned around, she realized that it was called distance, and distance was not just a distance. It might just be a turn, or even a step, or something.
Even if you don’t do anything, you will still feel that you are superior. This is the so-called world away.
Those unexplained smiles are a little cold and a little light, but they are a kind of smile, a habit, and a mask that belong to him, and they can no longer get closer.
Is this the real you, Seiichi? Otowa looked at him and picked up the racket, stepping on the ground very steadily. He was standing on the court not far away. The students of Rikkai University standing outside were seeing Yukimura Seiji.
When Ichi came on the stage, there were exclamations one after another. This shows how influential this man is. Not to mention, according to legend, he can be said to have terrible football skills.
Can such a beautiful boy's tennis really be described as terrible?
Yukimura Seiichi just looked at Kippei opposite him, his team uniform still on his body. A gust of wind blew by, and the hair on his forehead kept flying around, and patches of light purple flashed in front of his eyes.
Under such a soft appearance, he actually has the strongest and unyielding soul, and in his eyes, there is another beautiful sky