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Chapter 78 Is there no need to continue reading?

Huchi, wheeze.

Layla gasped for air, feeling her lungs burning like fire. Her physical strength was rapidly passing away. If she couldn't decide the winner within this time, she would probably lose the game.

But the two eye-catching numbers drawn with charcoal on the scoreboard are 3-6 respectively. She is the lagging side, and according to the competitive rules of the Fenghua Ball game, when the score difference between the two sides reaches 4 points in a small game, then

The trailing side will be directly awarded a loss. And if it loses this round, Layla, who is already at a disadvantage, will have almost no chance of winning the game.

It should be said that he is worthy of being a talented player at the top of the WT rankings. His skills, consciousness and tactics are far beyond ordinary people. He is not at the same level as the professional players he defeated in the trials.

Through her sweat-soaked bangs, Layla glanced at Gloria on the other side of the court. The gray-haired girl was also panting, and sweat was dripping from her forehead and neck, falling drop by drop on the court, dizzy.

There are light ink-colored wet marks, but perhaps because of the advantage, the whole person's energy and energy still seem to be more manageable than mine. I don't know how much energy is contained in that petite body to be enough.

Support her to cope with such a high-intensity game.

As if aware of the gaze from her opponent, Gloria looked up and their eyes met on the net. After a while, a bright smile suddenly appeared on the gray-haired girl's face. This smile meant confidence and confidence.

It seemed to be encouragement, which made Layla stunned.

At such a critical moment, he can still laugh and encourage his opponents... Is this the luxury of a professional player?

It seems that I am still far behind.

For a moment, Layla had the thought of giving up on herself, and even felt that she had lost the game. She instinctively excused herself, and countless thoughts about her relatives and friends after the game flashed through her mind.

Reasons explained, such as "The opponent is one of the strongest professional players in the world, and it is good to be able to fight her to this point", such as "It's just the first game of the main game, even if you lose

, as long as she plays well in the next game, she will still have a chance to qualify" and so on, but these are not enough to explain why she had the idea of ​​​​giving up before the end of the game.

"Don't forget, Layla." A familiar voice suddenly sounded in her ears, going straight to the bottom of her heart, so clear and thorough: "You promised me that you will always win."

Because, only if you keep winning can I keep watching your games.

"Xino!?"

Leila's heart trembled. Somehow, a picture suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. It was a knight wearing white armor, holding a silver gun, and riding a snow-white horse in the open wilderness under the dark sky.

, stood alone in front of the huge monster, and stated his belief in why he was fighting in a calm and firm tone: "I have no dreams."

"But, I will protect other people's dreams."

The voice was torn apart by the wind and scattered in the dark depths of the wilderness. The thin figure gradually overlapped with someone in the girl's memory.

It turns out that Xino is also fighting hard in a place that he doesn't know?

She said that she had no dreams, but wanted to protect the dreams of others. Among the people she wanted to protect, did she have her own name? If she gave up here, wouldn't she have failed her expectations?

Isn't it just Xino? There are many people who will be disappointed with themselves, right? But that kind of disappointment is not because of failure, but because I clearly didn't try my best, but I have already thought of excuses for failure.

Is that kind of behavior what a person who is chasing his dreams should do?

I remembered my promise to the girl, "I will keep winning and let Xino come to watch my games all the time." I remembered the encouragement given to me by every family member and friend before the game started, and at that party, everyone

Talking about dreams together, imagining the joy and laughter of the future... Leila's eyes gradually became determined, and all the scenes that had nothing to do with the game disappeared in an instant, as if it were a fantasy. She returned to reality, and when she lowered her head, she saw the wind in her hand.

Flower ball.

On the sidelines, the referee frowned and reminded: "Player Layla, if it is not a physical problem, please concentrate on the game. It is your serve now. You still have ten seconds to serve. Once it times out, it will be considered a violation."

.”

"Feel sorry."

Layla apologized, and at the same time showed an apologetic smile to her opponent. Gloria waved her hand indifferently and said with a smile: "It seems that you have figured it out, Miss Layla. Then, let's

Let me look forward to a wonderful game. You should know that defeating an opponent who has no fighting spirit will not make me, the Queen of Gray, happy, right?"

"Thank you for the reminder, Miss Gloria, but there is one thing you are wrong about." Layla took a deep breath and clenched the racket in her hand: "The person who is defeated will never be me.

."

"Haha, restoring fighting spirit is a good thing, but such a strong fighting spirit -" Gloria narrowed her eyes slightly, a dangerous light flashed in her misty eyes: "Wouldn't it be counterproductive?"

"I don't know, Miss Gloria. The only thing I know is that if I don't try my best at this time, I will be sorry for those who believe in me."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of the Fenghua ball hitting the ground was so clear in the noisy stadium. The wind blowing against the face seemed to have become much more relaxed, matching the rhythm of the girl's breathing. The rolling clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing a small piece of clean sky.

, the long-lost light condensed into a ray of light and fell on the girl, causing her eyes to suddenly bloom with bright light: "Because, I have a reason why I can never lose!"

Bend your knees! Kneel off the ground! Throw the ball!

Leila's body jumped up and opened in the air like a graceful bow. Her fully stretched arms outlined elegant lines. The power was transmitted from the soles of her feet to her shoulders and arms, and she swung down with all her strength.

The racket is like the spear of judgment brought down by "Bastral", the symbol of the ancient knight, to the world, hammering down from a high place, and it is even possible to see a boiling wave of air stirred up by the swing of the arm.

boom!

A parabola flew high over the net and flew to the outer corner of the service area at an extremely fast speed. It fell in the eyes of the audience like a flash of white lightning. The high-speed rotating tennis ball even made a chirping sound as it rubbed against the air.

It's like it's burning.

Gloria made a mistake in her prediction. She thought that at this key point that determines the outcome of the game, Layla, who wants stability, would choose a safer direct serve. Unexpectedly, she chose to directly announce her tactics as soon as she was caught.

The aerial smash failed, and in order to deceive her opponent, she deliberately abandoned the inside angle serve she was best at and chose to serve the ball to the more difficult outside angle line. Aren't she afraid that the serve would go out of bounds and lose everything?

But once bold choices are successful, they often bring unimaginable rewards. Although Gloria never gave up the small movement of her feet and tried her best to maintain the rhythm of her feet, her misjudgment at this moment still made her

The adjustment of her center of gravity was a little slower. The result was that she had shifted laterally. She tried her best to stretch out her right racket to catch the ball, and indeed let her racket touch the high-speed moving wind.

The flower ball, however, was accurate enough, but not powerful enough. The impact caused by the strong rotation caused the racket surface to tilt a bit after hitting the ball, and all the strength was lost, and it was unable to form an effective counterattack.

Bang!

The wind flower ball rebounded after landing and hit the side net with a low muffled sound. Layla devoted all her strength to this ball, and even caused the guardrail net tightened by the iron wire to be driven by the impact of the ball and shake violently.

.

"Beep——"

The referee blew the whistle without hesitation and announced loudly: "The serve is valid, Leila player gets one point, the current score is 4-6!"

There was silence in the stands for a moment, and then louder cheers erupted, which once dispersed the clouds in the sky. The excitement of this game far exceeded people's imagination. The much-anticipated talented player Gloria...

Not to mention the new title coming to the arena, even Layla, who was an amateur player, also showed a superb level. The back-and-forth offense and defense made every audience's adrenaline boil, even better than the exhibition match a few days ago.

It touches people's hearts even more.

In a corner of the stands, a group of young people shouted heartily: "Good shot, Layla!!!"

"Well done!"

"I knew you wouldn't lose to her!"

"Don't let us down!!!"



In a box on the highest floor of the stands, Phyllis jumped up from her seat excitedly: "Beautiful counterattack Layla! I love you to death!!!"

"Phyllis?" A dignified middle-aged man sitting next to her glanced at her.

"Uh, hey hey..."

Phyllis was embarrassed for a moment, then showed him a flattering smile and sat back down obediently. But this obedience did not last long, and soon she couldn't help it anymore, and leaned over and muttered:

"How's it going, Dad, this classmate of mine is really good, right? He's been able to compete with professional players like Miss Gloria!"

"He is indeed a good young man." Phyllis's father, who is also the general director of the United Church's Diocese in Soumia and the Archbishop of the Villiard United Church, Pichel Cordry, nodded slightly and spoke in words.

Revealing a sense of appreciation: "Of course, you and I may have different concerns. The so-called strength is not that important. The key is this kind of perseverance in adversity. It is worth learning more from you, Phyllis

.”

here we go again.

Phyllis rolled her eyes quietly. She wondered if she had done too much ideological work among the believers. Her father always liked to speak such philosophical words, as if he was a teacher in a university, and others just listened.

It was okay once or twice, and she felt that the archbishop was really an amiable and respectable person, and his words were full of truth. However, Phyllis had long been tired of hearing what he said at home every day, and now she was just umming and umming.

He responded perfunctorily, and then quickly changed the subject: "Then, as I said before, it shouldn't be difficult to recommend Layla to Uncle Felix to join the Golden Glory Club, right?"

"Your classmate is talented, capable, and more importantly, young. I don't think I need to recommend him, and Felix will not miss such a good talent."

"Oh, that's different. If you recommend Layla to join the club, she will definitely be taken more seriously!"

"Are you sure that Miss Leila needs this kind of attention? Or does she prefer that others value her because of her strength and talent?"

"Well!"

Phyllis was immediately stunned by the question, and she struggled for a long time and was speechless. Pichel smiled slightly, and was about to take this opportunity to teach her more principles of life, but suddenly she was startled, and then turned to look outside the box.

, as far as the eye can see is a cloudy sky, except for the city shrouded in dark clouds and the more distant wilderness, there seems to be no other noteworthy place.

But he narrowed his eyes slightly, and a deep light flashed in his eyes.

It seems that the arranged back-up plan is no longer needed.

The old head of the Gustave family once sent his butler to visit and explain the situation to the parish committee of the joint church in Sumia City, saying that he did not need help from others. White Thorn Flower had already made complete preparations and would definitely not be able to survive.

It will increase the threat of beasts.

Since ancient times, the Goldstaff family has been the guardian of the Grindelwald wilderness, and has always had a low reputation in this land. The white knight Hebberton once fought side by side with the Society's philosopher Joan of Arc. Therefore, the alliance between the religious orders is difficult to refute.

In order to save their face, they agreed verbally. Even so, for the sake of safety, they still secretly made some arrangements. If the Gustave family showed signs of decline, they would arrive in time to provide support and make sure to eliminate the dangerous synthetic monsters here.

The reason for this judgment is that the Gustave family has been silent for a long time. No great magician has been heard of in the past seven hundred years, and no one can inherit the Heart of Ice Armor and Holy Spear White Thorn passed down by Baron Vince.

, the United Order is worried that relying solely on their strength will be insufficient.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Now it seems that they are worrying too much. The elimination of synthetic monsters is not a trivial matter and must be treated with caution - they are not the only ones to understand this truth. The elderly

The old head of the family, Van Yundru, probably knows better than anyone else that he will never lose his mind and take the initiative to destroy the reputation of the Gustave family.

I just don’t know what the backup plan he is retaining is. Does it have anything to do with the Forest of Lothar that has been sealed up? Or does it mean that the key lies in the young heir?

"Dad? Dad! Did you listen to me?" Phyllis's dissatisfied voice woke Pichel out of his trance. He nodded as usual: "Listen, what you said makes sense...yes.

Now, don’t you have another classmate, Feng Huaqiu, who also plays very well? I heard that he won the college championship championship and is the heir to the Goldstaff family, right? Did she come to watch the game today?”

"No." Phyllis didn't know why her father suddenly asked about Xino, but she still shook her head honestly: "She said she had something important to do today and couldn't come to see Layla's game, but nothing unexpected happened.

, I should be able to watch every next game live. By then I will sit with her, dad, you can watch it in the box."

If nothing else...it seems that the heir to the Goldstaff family is very confident.

Pichel naturally ignored his daughter's somewhat filial words and fell into deep thought again: after today's battle is over, is it necessary to visit Chatoli Manor?



At the top of the stadium stands, Ringer put down his telescope, and the cheers from the audience behind him came like waves, making the air fall into a restless restlessness. It seemed that the game was very exciting, and everyone was fully immersed in it.

.

Go back and watch the game yourself.

After all, the battle situation has been decided, and there is no need to continue to pay attention to the situation over there.

The young man turned and left, his back gradually disappearing at the end of the passage.


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