[Fortunately two] about ten years

The golden ball spun and jumped on both sides of the net and drew a beautiful arc. From time to time, there was a "snap" sound when the racket touched the ball in the room.

"Yukimura Seishi 2-3" The young man's gentle voice was calm, as if he was not the one behind in the score.

It should be the first time someone has won three rounds!It's a good attitude to be so calm.Fuji took the ball with his left hand and spun it lightly, and then quickly hit the ball. The ball suddenly moved to the outside in front of Yukimura and ran out of the receiving range.However, Yukimura just took a quick step to the outside, swung his racket at the same time, and hit the ball back.Fuji was stunned for a moment, such a small movement broke his serve, Yukimura really can't underestimate it! Ordinary players will be stunned for half a second when they see this kind of ball, and at the same time, even if their feet start to move, they will catch the ball because of their hands The preparation did not receive the ball, resulting in uncoordinated hands and feet.

"Fuji 15-0"

"Fuji 30-0"

"Fuji 40-0"

The phoenix flashed back, the unicorn fell to the ground, the white dragon, the goalkeeper of a million giants... Gorgeous genius skills were used from the silver-blue racket without money, and Yukimura on the other side was already used to it, concentrating on how to crack these skills.

"Zhou Zhu is the first one to last an hour under my Yips!"

Yukimura's tennis has no extra tricks, simple and rough, the perfect embodiment of speed and strength, every ball has a sense of oppression that makes people unbearable to surrender, this is "yips"

The body is a little disobedient, and the hand that holds the racket trembles a little. This loss of senses and strength makes him deeply feel the pleasure—the pleasure of fighting against the strong.

How long has it been since I felt this way? The last time was probably the excitement and—the sense of oppression—of the match against Polish players in the Masters?

No, a sense of oppression? Although the Polish player is a very powerful player, he did not bring that kind of oppression that is almost suffocating. Who? The arena is not a good place to be distracted.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..." The sound of the racket hitting the ground repeated, Yukimura seemed to be waiting for something.

The sound of the ball gradually disappears, will it become inaudible after being invisible?

"It's almost there!" Yukimura threw the ball high, and the tennis ball quickly crossed the center line, bursting with speed and strength. Even if the opponent loses five senses, he can't be careless. This is Yukimura's tennis.

"Yukimura Seiichi 15-40"

It doesn't matter if the eyes can't see. The pupil of the heart is a skill that doesn't use vision, but the sense of hearing and touch is gradually failing. If this continues, there will be no way to hit the ball. It is obvious that both sides are using mental power to return the ball, but Yukimura doesn't seem to have it at all. Affected by the pupil of the heart.

Can't hear the ball anymore!

He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't see at all.

Yips?It was really terrible.

But there is no way to deal with it!I didn't expect that this game would be repeated many years later, Yukimura Seiichi, so you are already so strong at this time?

Dreamland—to put it bluntly, it is to use spiritual power to create a fake world, a world dominated by Yukimura, or to magnify the opponent’s fear or satisfy the opponent’s desire to fall into an illusory beauty. The latter is more terrifying than the former and more difficult to escape. According to Yukimura said that this was a trick he figured out when he was hospitalized.

Fuji tried to open the scope of the pupil of happiness, and expanded the influence of mental power to the whole audience. Under the highly concentrated attention, the faint but real flow of breath was perceived-the goalkeeper of a million giants.

"Fuji 15-40"

"Huh? It took longer than I thought! But it's almost there! Then it's my time, Shusuke" Yukimura started to serve, and the yellow ball flew straight to the corner, regardless of the speed The strength is still extremely high, and with this tricky angle, a simple ball becomes not easy.

It’s here——Fuer quickly ran over and raised the racket. Although the feeling of swinging the racket is not so strong, the body’s inertial memory of the swing is very strong. The moment he swung out, he was sure that he had received the ball and hit back It worked.

The next balls were all from various tricky angles, and it was very clear that Yukimura was using ordinary corner kicks to pull the ball to make him run back and forth to consume his physical strength, and he must also maintain an absolutely unrelenting mental strength. The speed of physical exertion has been greatly increased, and this stalemate must be broken. Since the counterattack is not possible, then take the initiative to attack!

The yellow ball flew high, making it difficult to capture the trajectory and landing point, and disappeared from the field of vision, and then changed the landing point with the direction of the wind—the sixth round of counterattack Xinghuahuo.

"Fuji 15-0"

It's really worthy of being a genius, Zhou Zhu, who can develop this kind of ball that ordinary people can't imagine. Moreover, after persisting in yips for so long, if he has the mental power comparable to himself and himself, then yips will not treat him well. Use it.Yukimura looked at the boy opposite with admiration in his eyes, the coach of Aigaku really had no eyesight, and actually hid such a player.

But Buer here is almost out of strength. He just forcibly played Xinghuahuo, which consumes a lot of physical strength, and his mental strength can't support the whole field. No, just losing to Yukimura Seiichi again like this, I am a bit unwilling!

why again

After losing the senses, the mental activities became more and more frequent, why again?Fuji frowned his good-looking brows. In his impression, he and Yukimura had no opponents. In his impression...it seems that there should be such a match like today's match. In private, the duel between Dreamland and the Pupil of Heart.

It should have happened in the past. Before u17, it was impossible that the two were from different schools and had never met in the game; in u17, the two of the same team could not compete in private, and they were always staggered on the surface; then entering the professional network And after that?

"No, it's not enough to ruin your family. Do you want to let it ruin your life?"

"I didn't expect you to be knocked down so easily. I think highly of you."

In the darkness, that familiar yet unfamiliar voice gradually faded away, "No, that's not the case" the young man shouted, trying to reach out his hand to hold something back...

"Crack!" The silver-blue racket fell to the ground.

"Zhou Zhu!" Yukimura quickly ran over and hugged Fuji before he fell to the ground, exhausted? "Zhou Zhu, I'm sorry, I'll take you to the hospital..."

"Hmm...you don't need to go to the hospital." Bu Er struggled to make a little noise. Just now, when he was mentally exhausted, he forcefully opened up his mental power, but the result seemed to be that his brain crashed.But it seems that the situation is okay, at least he still has extra brain power to think about some things in the past.

Fuji is probably the kind of person who cannot be tamed by boiling a frog in warm water, including his emotions. Therefore, when Yukimura used dreams to remind him of his past nightmares countless times to treat his resistance to tennis, Fuji But completely abandoned tennis, "Jingshi, I think I need a little time..."

Facts have proved that it is not that frogs are not afraid of boiling water, but that this frog is more resistant to high temperatures. After more than a year of nightmare treatment, Bu Er successfully got out of the nightmare, but at this time, although he has no resistance to tennis, he does not have much confidence. The world of the Internet will not show mercy to you because of your two-year gap.Then, he came back here. Although he was physically exhausted, he did not hinder his rich spiritual activities. He smiled helplessly, grew up—injured—going back to the past and growing up again. Isn't it living like a joke, or is it really like the adult said, it is actually a gift from God?

"It's so mentally exhausted," Yukimura frowned and looked at the sleeping person in his arms, a little annoyed at his own behavior. The aftermath of the high-intensity practice of the training camp for the past few days was dragged to the game by himself before the end. No wonder it happened.

When Yukimura's mother opened the door and saw her son coming back with a comatose teenager on his back, she was so frightened that she almost called the ambulance. Fortunately, Yukimura stopped him in time and explained to his mother.

"...So Fuji-kun is just too tired, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mom, I carried him up to rest."

"That Ashi, the guest room hasn't been cleaned yet..." Yukimura's mother was a little embarrassed, and there were usually no guests at home, so she cleaned a little slower.

"Oh, it's okay, Zhou Zhu will sleep with me! We can sleep well."

"Zhou Zhu...it looks like the two of you have a very good relationship." Even Sanada hadn't lived in the house before!Yukimura's mother sighed that her son finally had such a good friend, and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. She didn't know what Zhou Zhu liked to eat, so she asked Ah Shi later.

However, Fuji slept until dawn the next day, and didn't wake up at all to eat the dinner specially prepared by Yukimura's mother.As a result, Yukimura's mother's "fear" of her son increased by ten percentage points again. How can anyone play tennis to knock his opponent unconscious!No wonder none of Jingshi's teammates came to stay at home.Alas, I shed tears of sympathy for my friends in Jingshi.

When Bu Er became a little conscious, he found that he was lying in someone's arms and fell asleep in a very childish position, his hands were still holding that person's clothes... The first reaction was that he had traveled to a child and was still lying down. Sleeping in mother's arms... However, he overturned this setting in the next second, because he was familiar with the smell of this person, and he often smelled the faint scent of shower gel on Jingshi.Rubbing forward, he opened his eyes and saw a large piece of snow-white skin exposed by his clothes. Fuji's heartbeat missed a beat, but he still didn't react too much due to his good psychological quality, and let it go gently. He opened the clothes in his hand, tidied it up for Yukimura, and then slowly opened the distance between the two of them, pretending that nothing happened and let him clear his mind first.

Yesterday seemed to be exhausted and passed out, and then I didn't know anything.Looking at it like this, he was probably taken home by Yukimura—a good night's sleep, no bad smell of sweat on his body, it seems that someone has washed him and changed his clothes, otherwise he thought he was lying on someone else's bed covered in sweat, Fu Er thought that he could go find a tofu and bump into it, and transfer to another school to meet Yukimura Seichi and never meet again.But...it wouldn't be Yukimura giving him a bath!Well! It's nothing, it's better than others.Bu'er thought wildly, yawned and felt a little drowsy, feeling that the more he slept, the more he fell asleep.

"Zhou Zhu...Zhou Zhu, wake up, it's time to get up," Yukimura looked at his companion who was still under the quilt in distress, "Today is the youth trials, if you don't wake up, you won't be able to catch up..."

"Ah!" Fuji suddenly sat up on three legs and rushed into the bathroom with two legs, his messy chestnut hair fluttering in the wind without any image, "Why didn't you call me earlier! I'm going to be late now!"

"I just got up too... Zhou Zhu, why don't you put on my clothes first, it should look a little big but it won't affect your movement."

"Okay, anyway, I will change the clothes of the representative team when I go there, please pass the clothes in."

When Fuji finished quickly, his hair was still dripping, and his clothes felt a little loose. Yukimura frowned and looked at it: "It seems a bit big..."

"Fortunately, nothing strange."

"Hair, hair..." Yukimura tried to wipe Fuji's hair with a towel, but was dragged away by the other party, "If you don't leave, you will really be late!"

"Ah! Sorry, let's go down and eat something..."

"I really don't have time to eat! The deadline for registration is half an hour away." Fuji rushed downstairs with Yukimura, the house of Yukimura is really big!Where is the gate?

"Ashi, your friend is awake!" Nanako Yukimura stood by the dining table and smiled as she watched her son's overly calm behavior.

"Ah! Auntie, hello, I'm Fujisuke, and I made trouble for you last night." Fuji stopped the car in time, and bowed politely to Yukimura's mother.

"What a cute and good boy! It should be that my family, Ashi, went too far. It's really inconsiderate to have the heart to do something to such a cute child..."

"Ah, mom, don't talk about such things. I know I'm wrong. Zhou Zhu will be too late for an important game. Mom, can you drive us there?"

"Ah, hurry up and get in the car! Ashi, you are so messed up." She clearly knew that her teammates had a game the next day and played so fiercely with them. How could this child be so ignorant? Yukimura's mother was a little annoyed. .

"sorry sorry"

"Then thank you, auntie..."