Seiichi: Please call me God

"Oni wants to compete with Yukimura." Kurobe folded his arms and looked at the monitor.

"It's not surprising. I understand Oni's character." Saito chuckled, "He's an overly stubborn player, which can be regarded as a good thing or a bad thing. But I'd like to see Yukimura play a few games with Oni before going to Australia. It’s successful. The child’s height and weight are too worrying. 170 cm is only 55 kg. This data is considered thin in China. Such a slender body is not afraid of technical players or strength players. It’s also good to let a ghost with a strange strength explore the way.”

Kurobe turned his pen around, thoughtfully: "I've noticed Yukimura Seiichi since the first year of junior high school."

"Huh?" Saito was a little surprised.

"At that time, he was still a very competitive player. He was very active in the competition and his style was relatively decisive. How should I put it, he was a young king exuding a domineering spirit." Kurobe put down the pen in his hand and crossed his hands Putting his hand under his chin, his eyes were firmly fixed on the purple-haired smiling figure on the monitor, "But he is completely different now."

Saito frowned: "It doesn't seem like a good thing to hear you say that."

"I think you have also discovered it." Kurobe nodded, with a serious expression, "Xingcun's competitive state is far from the past. It is a good thing that the desire to win is not so strong, but if you don't have the desire to win, it is completely wrong .”

Saito opened his eyes wide: "You mean..."

"Maybe this illness has no effect on him at all. In other words, he is currently in a state of worrying about gain and loss. Although his style of play is still fierce, if his heart is lost, it is like a sharp blade has rusted." " Kurobe looked solemn, "Maybe this game can help him overcome this hurdle."

Even if you start from scratch, you will face the inevitable ups and downs in your destiny.Yukimura Seiichi was still the only self-respecting, arrogant Yukimura Seiichi, his letting go, his calmness, was nothing but his inner complaint against the injustice of fate, or...another kind of resistance.

"I hope this match with Oni will allow him to release his true self." Saito leaned on the swivel chair and thought.

The black coat of the loser group is coming.

Echizen Ryoma, Toyama Kintaro, Yanagi Renji, Sanada Genichiro... The high-spirited loser group returned after withstood the test of hell. This time, they directly chose the second field.

Echizen Ryoma picked up his racket and pointed at his opponent proudly: "Come on, if we lose a game, it will be considered a failure."

I thought the opponents would be disdainful and surprised... But what the loser group didn't expect was that what they showed was—embarrassment.

"Sorry, sorry, can we compete tomorrow? There is a must-see game today." A member of the second field awkwardly touched his head.

Liu took out his notebook curiously: "Does it look like a good stat? Whose game is it?"

"Junior high school student Yukimura Seiichi vs high school student Oni Jujiro."

"Eh? The match between Uncle Ghost and the Big Devil!" Xiao Jin jumped up excitedly, "I want to see, I want to see!"

Liu turned to look at Sanada, who pursed his lips and finally nodded.After reading the opinions of the two seniors, Echizen Ryoma nodded and said, "Then we will compete tomorrow. By the way, we also want to watch that match, can you take us there?"

then……

"Wow! This is too grand." Marui burst the green bubbles, and he blinked, "Why are so many people paying attention to this game?"

"It's normal, the minister is the king of the middle school, and the ghost, didn't we see his strength with our own eyes on the first day we entered U-17?" Liu Sheng pushed his glasses.

On the court, Yukimura was arranging the ball bag, and Atobe was standing next to him.

"Xiao Jing, you will put me under a lot of psychological pressure." Yukimura teased.

"There is a lot of pressure to win." Atobe pursed his lips.

Yukimura stood up holding the racket, the smile on his face disappeared: "Definitely."

The breeze blew gently, and Yukimura entered the stage wearing a coat.

"The appearance of the minister is really endless." Marui murmured, "It's just that this time the deputy minister didn't pick up his coat."

As soon as the words fell, Yukimura was already clutching his collar with one hand, tearing off his coat handsomely and throwing it into the air.

Atobe took the jacket helplessly: "It's really... just reluctant to be your follower once, Seichi."

Yukimura stood on the bottom line with both hands on the racket.

The ghost relentlessly threw the tennis ball.

"It's a high-speed serve as soon as the shot is made, heavy and fast. It's really a ghost." Tokugawa sighed.Irie next to him touched his chin with great interest: "Yukimura looks very thin, I don't know if he can hold this ball."

As soon as the ball touched the net, Yukimura raised his eyebrows slightly, the surprise on his face was undisguised.Ghost is indeed a real strength master, the strength of this single serve can numb a person's wrist.

"Yukimura seems to be a bit reluctant to accept." Liu Jia was particularly eye-catching in the belated loser group.

"Deputy Minister, Yanagi!" Marui shouted excitedly.

Sanada nodded slightly, Kirihara seemed extra cautious between the two seniors.Soon, Yagyu and Marui joined the loser group.

Yukimura was slightly distracted and looked out of the field, Sanada and Yanagi nodded to him.Yukimura raised the corner of his mouth, sure enough, the black coat of the Loser Brigade has returned.

"Is there still room for distraction in the match with me? You're too slack!" Gui's lash was unambiguous.Yukimura's movements were a little slow, and his wrist hurt from the powerful shock.

"I haven't seen the time when the minister was being pursued so hard." Kirihara sighed, "I thought the minister had only one nirvana in his life, which was to give away eggs."

"The strength of the ghost should not be underestimated." Liu said seriously, and then he carefully observed Yukimura's wrist. With Seichi's style, is it really possible to fall into the simple and rough trap of the ghost so quickly?But his wrist was shaking so badly.

Yukimura panted heavily, looking at the opposite Oni who was still calm.

Is it not working?My wrist...it's time...no, no.Yukimura shook his head, held the racket tightly, and focused on the yellow ball on the court.

The dazzling yellow ball smashed with the hot flame gravity, leaving deep black marks and thick flying smoke.

"Black Jack Knife!" shouted one of the high school students.

Yukimura frowned.

His wrists were shaking.

"Your fragile wrist is about to die, isn't it? With such crazy force." The ghost raised his head slightly.

Yukimura smiled: "Not necessarily." He touched his wrist, and finally showed a smile after a long time.

"Come on, don't show mercy, don't leave me room."

The ghost frowned, inexplicably agitated. "Just wait and see."

Yukimura raised his head, squinted his eyes and covered the sun with his right hand: "Then... come on."

"Left hand!!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

The coaches watching the game in front of the monitor looked surprised: "Can Yukimura use his left hand?"

"There is no clear data before this, and we are not sure." The staff called up Yukimura's training data, and the data distribution on it was clearly visible, but it was no longer reliable.

"As expected of Yukimura, he hides his secrets." Saito smiled complacently.

Kurobe glanced at him, then rested his chin to watch the game again.

A slash ball from the backcourt would not trouble a ghost, but when the ball hit the net, he keenly felt the difference in power.

"This is... your left hand is twice as powerful as your right hand." The ghost easily fought back, and then quickly surfed the Internet, "But it is impossible to defeat me easily at this level."

"Huh?" Yukimura raised the left corner of his mouth.

The ghost jumped up, caught the volley ball, and hit Yukimura with fierce eyes, and the ball rushed towards the opponent's court recklessly with the sound of howling wind.

"Black Tomahawk!!"

"What is this?" Kirihara, who was a little ignorant, tugged at Liu's skirt beside him in a daze.

"If you understand it directly, it's a backhand counterattack with gravity on the spot. It's an upgraded version of BlackJackKnife." Liu gently closed his notebook and breathed a sigh of relief, "I have a hunch that in the next game, even if you use data, you won't be able to Accurately recorded."

Liu Sheng nodded thoughtfully: "I've felt the same way since just now. Minister, it's been a long time since you met such a strong opponent, right?"

Sanada's face darkened.

The only one who was relaxed was Atobe sitting on the sidelines coach's bench, with a smile on his face as always that everything was under control.It's not that he underestimated the strength of ghosts.It's just that he believes: No matter what kind of opponent it is, as long as it is you, it will definitely be possible... Seiichi.

Yukimura jumped a few times on one foot, raised his head, closed his eyes, and completely immersed himself in his own world.

Sweat has soaked the headband and wet the tennis clothes.But why is the heart so hollow?Yukimura didn't know.

It's been too long to forget what it's like to have fun playing tennis.He just played with gratitude every day, and there was always an alarm bell hanging in his heart that he didn't know when happiness would come to an abrupt end.He earnestly urges every junior to complete his game earnestly.Don't be too obsessed with winning.Is this the right thing to do?There is no doubt about it.But what Yukimura doesn't understand is why everything is arranged and done so perfectly.Has he not experienced that supreme happiness?He looked at the ghost on the opposite side - can this man who is determined to become the number one in Japan tell him?

"Oni-senpai, what is your tennis game?" Yukimura asked this. He had asked Sanada, Yanagi, Kirihara, and even Atobe.

"My tennis?" Ghost snorted softly, "Just keep moving forward, even if I reach the top, it won't end my footsteps."

"So passionate!" Kirihara's eyes sparkled.

Yukimura lowered his head slightly, covering half of his face with his right hand, his bluish-purple bangs made his expression look mysterious.

The game gradually heated up, and Yukimura and Oni fought to a 3-3 tie in the next game.

An atmosphere of stalemate spread throughout the audience.

Everyone's heartbeat continued to accelerate.

"Why are you shaking so much?" Yagyu frowned and put his hand on King Ni's shoulder.

King Ren raised his face slightly: "I heard that the duel between masters is only a moment, and I'm charging for this moment now. But my partner, you finally took the initiative to hook me up once, I'm very touched."

Liu Sheng was silent, turned his head and continued to watch the game.

The first to break the deadlock is the ghost.

"spirits!!!!!"

"Is Oni planning to stage the evolution history of unique moves here today?" Shuji Taneshima patted Kazuya Tokugawa on the shoulder helplessly, "Don't be like him."

"Huh?" Tokugawa was puzzled.

"I don't know how to pity and cherish jade at all." Shuji Taneshima sat down on the floor.

Yukimura's wrist hurt from the impact of the ball.

Four ghosts and gods.The ghost will play another round.

Before he came up with a countermeasure, Yukimura chose the method of sealing the ghosts of the ghosts.

However, no matter how thoughtful Yukimura is, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes.

"It's now." The ghost galloped forward quickly, then jumped up, and smashed logically.

The ball went straight to Yukimura's field.Yukimura's eyes froze, he held the racket tightly with his left hand and waited for the ball to land, but...

The white hair band fell lightly to the ground.

The racket made a fairly crisp sound when it collided with the hard ground.

"Minister!" Kirihara widened his eyes and exclaimed, about to rush off the stage.Sanada and Liu beside him stopped him.

However, Yukimura had already fallen to the ground.

Atobe stood up abruptly, and the sudden scene made everyone around him at a loss.

Quiet.

Yukimura covered his eyes with his slightly red and bruised right hand.

The laughter choked in his throat and finally disappeared into nothingness.

When he fell to the ground at that moment, he thought of a lot.

Sanada shouted "Seiichi!" when he collapsed at the station in junior high school

The dazzling lights when he fell to the ground during the Australian Open final celebration.

The heavy footsteps and the chatter behind the nurses after falling to the ground while rehabilitating in the United States.

He thought a lot.

But in the end, I don't know why I suddenly thought of something irrelevant.

"If it was you, Seiichi." His flamboyant silver hair was still gorgeous, "...If it was you, it would definitely be possible. Because——you are Yukimura Seiichi."

Crystal tears flowed from the corner of his eyes.

The glare of the sun dried up the tears in an instant.

It was as if a stone had fallen from my heart.

Because he said, "If it was you, it would definitely be possible. Because you are Yukimura Seichi."

Because he said "If one day you fall down again, please let me watch your back and stand up again."

Because he said, "Even if you can't stand up again, because of you, I am willing to push your wheelchair for the rest of my life."

"Would you like it, Seiichi?"

He said.

Yukimura stood up.

The smile on his face had never been so clear and dazzling.

"Sorry, I won this game." Yukimura Seichi said.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Yukimura bent down and pulled up his trousers.The silver-white gravity buckle immediately caught everyone's eyes.

"Bang."

"Fake, right? This voice doesn't sound like lead."

The high school students looked solemn.

The smile on Atobe's face was still there.

"Win better, Seichi." Atobe smiled and sat on the seat, "Don't give me too much face."

The ghost frowned imperceptibly.

Yukimura laughed, Xiaojing, your self-confidence is really... amazing!

Serve cleanly.

Yukimura's speed suddenly increased to an unbelievable level, and no one on the field could accurately capture his figure.

And those heavy balls seemed to become lighter all of a sudden.

Oni pursed his lips and looked at the smiling Yukimura opposite, how did he do it?

"Let go all of a sudden, Yukimura." Saito sighed with relief, "What would happen without me as a psychological coach, and I am indeed the most mentally powerful U-17 player."

Kurobe looked at Saito helplessly: "What is more gratifying is that I don't know what he thought of, but it is understandable that Yukimura let go of those burdens and became at ease, just like his current ball. The way a guy plays can tell a lot about how he's feeling, doesn't he?"

Saito nodded: "Indeed."

"Won by Seiichi, 6-2."

Yukimura went to the net and held out his hand.

"It was a good game."

"How's your wrist?" The ghost looks rough on the outside, but is actually very kind on the inside.

"No big problem." Yukimura turned his wrist, as dexterous as always, "It's just that I fell and scratched just now."

Oni nodded and walked towards Tokugawa, Irie and Taneshima.

Atobe walked over leisurely with his hands in his pockets: "Congratulations, Seichi."

Yukimura bent his lips and stared at Atobe.

"Jing Wu."

"What's wrong?" Atobe looked at him with a smile.

"Thank you."

Maybe I'll never say with my own mouth how much those words of yours mean to me.

but thank you.

Because of you, Yukimura Seiki is still Yukimura Seiki.

——Ichliebedich fürimmer.

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