No two ambiguous records

It was indeed explosive news that Tezuka was going to Germany, but it was also reasonable, and there was nothing surprising about it.Although his heart was a little empty, Atobe was still very happy that his favorite opponent could advance so fast, which always ignited a lot of fighting spirit.

Although I am a little sorry for the word "like", but after careful consideration, I am more happy than sad.He wants to see his opponent getting stronger and stronger, because this will be his strong driving force.So he decisively took over Tezuka's shoulders, and must lead the team to victory.

He will not cover up his feelings in oblique ways, if he needs support, he will immediately become a pillar; if he needs encouragement, he will encourage him in his own way without hesitation; he will express himself with actions, with all gorgeous moves Own.Atobe can't understand Fuji's emotional actions at all, and when he sees him forcing a smile, he will get angry and irritable.In my heart, I would sneer at how vulnerable my rival in love is.

But having said that, under the guidance of Ninzuzu, after settling his feelings and declaring war on Fuji, although he made no secret of his various actions and feelings, he did not make any obvious ambiguous actions against Tezuka.In other words, I haven't thought about it at all, although this is a bit confusing.Obviously I pay attention to Tezuka all the time, I am obviously excited when I see Tezuka playing tennis, and I feel a kind of closeness to Tezuka, but just brainstorming some pictures, I will get goose bumps all over my body, Even the confession is always unable to speak out because of a strong sense of disobedience.

Well, all in all, I am still loyal to my heart, unlike that boy who always smiles with a fake face.

In this regard, Fuji also deeply felt that he was not as good as Atobe again.

Seeing Atobe showing a decisive and confident smile for Tezuka, seeing Atobe being able to carry all the burdens for Tezuka, watching Atobe let go freely and encouraging Tezuka to pursue his own future.I really felt a sense of admiration in my heart. Sure enough, such a gorgeous move was something I couldn't learn by myself.

Rival?

admit defeat?

Maybe it's no longer needed.

Seeing Tezuka walking out of the stadium no longer confused and blurry, Fuji shook his hand.It has been decided, just to be willful once, the first and last time to be willful in front of you, I want to give myself, fulfill my long-cherished wish, and let myself go.

The autumn wind rustled across the trees by the roadside, ruthlessly tore off pieces of orange-red maple leaves, swept the lonely hand-shaped leaves around and then fell into the soil sadly.The blue and white clothing abruptly separated the red background, as if separating a world.Different clothes, different paths.Everything silently highlights this fact.

"Huh? So suddenly?"

"what."

"I haven't talked to Dashi and Taocheng yet."

"Feel sorry."

"At least give you a farewell party."

The conversations that come and go sound like distant and close to my ears, and there is a faint sense of sentimentality and reluctance to see off.Kikumaru's eyes were almost wet, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably, as if he couldn't accept this sudden fact from body to heart.Eiji, he is really simple, so simple that people love him.Fuji still watched the fierce competition going on at the door behind him.It is inevitable that everyone will part ways in the future and gradually distance themselves, but everyone cherishes the time together very much. The most important thing is that everyone loves tennis very much.Obviously everyone was working hard, grabbed my hand and made up my mind.Perhaps, this determination was already made when I guessed half a point.

"Tezuka, I have something to ask of you." Turning his head, slightly rolled up a few maple leaves and slid over Fubu's soft chestnut hair, rustling his trembling eyelashes, his smile was like red in late autumn The transparent maple trees stand alone in the bleak autumn wind and proudly wear the blood color reflecting the warm sun.Determined and warm.

Tezuka was stunned, the beautiful face in front of him showed a clear charm under the reflection of the red leaves, but it was extremely alienated and indifferent.I always feel that the present is farther away than ever before, just like the elusive charm of late autumn, untouchable.

Something seemed to be broken in the red maple sky.

"Why, no two, this kind of competition can..."

"...You can't beat the current Tezuka at all."

The falling red maple covers the sky, reflecting the sun that has dissipated the heat, and gradually covers the running and struggling figure. Excessive sweat dissipates in the red sun one by one, and then disappears in the next sweeping red leaf. middle.Such a desperate struggle but still can't escape the shackles of thorns. Why do you let go of your arrogance and work hard in this game that you must lose?

No, what are you thinking about?

The nails dug hard into the flesh but he didn't feel it, his eyes were prickly, was it blown by the wind?Kikumaru rubbed his eyes, but found that there was still no moisture emerging.Strange, it was still wet before this.

Then turn your eyes to the field covered with fallen leaves, step by step through the hand-shaped leaves rippling with blood, like bloody hearts.The thin figure that was almost hidden in the fallen leaves trembled, but still held on.Countless tilts and bends seem to disappear in the falling red maple, but they will reappear vividly in the next moment.

No two, why do you put yourself so low?

Why would you rather trample on the pride of genius to play this miserable game?

why--

Seeing that Fuji tried his best to catch the silent ball and swept up a circle of maple leaves on the ground, Kikumaru finally burst into tears.

——Why are you so persistent at this moment?

I'd rather not see...

The yellow ball lightly fell on a dust-covered maple leaf, and instead of bouncing up, it rolled down along the blurred and broken veins under the dust particles to the end of Bu Er's chestnut hair, and then lay quietly There, don't move even an inch.

Tezuka, you always have to be one step above me.

Crystal clear teardrops oozed from the chestnut hair under the back of the hands, and rolled down on the orange maple leaves, dissolving the floating dust, revealing the clear veins of the leaves.

Kikumaru wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his hands tightened a little more, and the red lump spread a little more, but he was still unconscious.My heart hurts so much, I can't feel the pain in my hands anymore.It hurts enough to just look at this kind of Budu, but it should hurt even more...

The boy who was about to be buried by Hong Feng tried to stop the tears with his hands behind his back.

In the milky halo,

That figure is going away and disappearing.

That figure never looked back, but it made people feel extremely at ease.

That figure finally walked his own way, and finally left his side.

Finally let go.

all.

Finally a chance for destruction and rebirth.

Use the cruel facts and tell yourself in the most miserable way, or escape, and when you really decide to face it, you must engrave it in your heart in the most unforgettable way.Even if you trample on your dignity.This is everything I lead.Finally, the broken heart can be reassembled with the firmest belief.

I.

Will go higher!

Buer wiped off the remaining tears and stood up.In the palm of my hand is a piece of red maple, which is slender and delicate. The orange color is like the rising sun, and a warm feeling surges into my heart.

"No two..."

Kikumaru ran over in a hurry, hung directly on Fuji's body, buried his head deeply on Fuji's shoulder, and cried without hesitation.But when he felt the hands gently caressing the back of his head, Kikumaru raised his head suspiciously, and the snot and tears blurred on his big face like a flower face, but he didn't know it.The ice blue in front of my eyes was as pure as the first melting snow on a high mountain, without any sadness or pain, just full of firmness and a trace of helplessness in the face of this lovely big tabby cat.

Gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Kikumaru's eyes, Fuji smiled warmly: "Eiji, there is really nothing I can do about you."

There is only full of thoughtfulness and pampering in every gesture, obviously it was so painful just now, but now it is so gentle, Eiji's tears poured out again uncontrollably: "Because... woo... because... no two, no two ……you……"

No matter, I don't want to see that kind of perfection again!

Kikumaru finally cried on Fuji's shoulder again.

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Ah, my brother recently occupied the computer, so it's even later~