The cuteness of the king of the net

Under Jing Luo's devil training, the Kanto Competition is coming soon.The few days in between are almost fleeting.

"Okay, tomorrow is the Kanto competition. Let's go back and rest well today, and tomorrow we will show all the results of the past few days!" Jing Luo punched the sky with his fist and said loudly.

"Hai!" The main candidates did the same, except of course a certain natural air conditioner.

In the past few days, Jing Luo would go to see Yukimura after his time in the club was over.But today was an exception, Jing Luo went home directly, because now her heart...is in a mess.

"I'm back." Jing Luo said to Simon who opened the door. "Welcome back."

"I'll go to the indoor tennis room for a while, and prepare towels and water for me." After Jing Luo handed the schoolbag to Simon, he walked directly to the tennis room.

Miss, are you in a bad mood today?Simon looked at Jing Luo's leaving back and thought.

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After walking into the indoor tennis court, Jing Luo took out his racket, and practiced in front of the automatic ball machine, without stopping.Simon tried to persuade him several times but to no avail.

"Miss, if you continue to practice like this, your body will collapse." The worry on Simon's face has not faded since Jing Luo returned home. "Grandpa Simon, I'm sorry. Today you just...let me practice for a while." When Jing Luo spoke, the movements of his hands did not stop.

Now her mind is only thinking about tomorrow's game, what should she do?Bei Chuan's injury is not healed, she must be on the bench.But she didn't have the courage to watch the match between her brother and her minister.Obviously it was so easy when I told Qian Nuo that I would definitely watch it.But now I shrink back, why?Have I really fully integrated into this world, have I really regarded myself as Atobe's younger sister?What should I do with my family and friends in that other world?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..." The sound of hitting the ball kept ringing, and Jing Luo's sweat began to flow from his forehead.From the corner of my eye... is it sweat or tears?

"Keiro Atobe, what the hell are you doing?!" Keigo Atobe's voice spread in the tennis room, followed by a large group of people from the Hyotei Tennis Club.

"Brother?" Jing Luo left the ball machine and turned to look at Atobe.Picking up the towel placed on the table, Jing Luo wiped off the sweat on her face, but she still felt that there was water flowing continuously.When did I cry...

"Ah, you guys are here for training, right? Hehe...I'm going out first." Holding the towel, Jing Luo took a few steps towards the door of the tennis room. Just after walking a few steps, someone grabbed her arm.

Turning his head, he saw his brother... Atobe was looking at him angrily.When...had subconsciously regarded Atobe as an older brother? "What's wrong?" The corners of his lips curled up reluctantly.

"Don't laugh if you don't want to laugh, it's worse than crying." Atobe said in a bad tone. "Ah? Is there?" Jing Luo let go of the smile that was so hard to raise. "Then stop laughing."