I want to play tennis

Chapter 162 Awareness before the expedition!

Inside a famous hospital in Tokyo.

In a certain ward, a young man with dark blue curly hair sat quietly in front of the hospital bed, with an undisguised nobility and a touch of frailty; he quietly looked at the sunset outside the window, his brown eyes There is a faint melancholy in the tenderness.

"Crack."

The door to the ward was opened.

The young man seemed to have expected the arrival, and the melancholy in his eyes was well concealed, with a faint smile on his face.

"Sanada, you're here."

"Ah."

Genichiro Sanada nodded silently, standing in front of the boy's bed, his usual rigid and strict tone softened in a rare way.

"How are you feeling today, Yukimura?"

"Is it a feeling? I don't know if it's not good for me."

The boy made a joke, but the content made it impossible to laugh.

Seeing that the boy who is called the Son of God in the tennis world is now trapped in a hospital bed due to illness, Genichiro Sanada slowly clenched his hands hanging on both sides of his body.

"I believe, I believe Yukimura, you will recover."

Yukimura Seiichi nodded indifferently, but did not smile, watching the sunset slowly setting outside the window.

"Hey, Sanada, if I can't..."

"No ifs!"

Sanada Genichiro said solemnly: "Xingmura, we agreed to let the Rikkai University Tennis Club win the national championship three times in a row! And our king Rikkai University will not lose."

"Sanada."

"Wait, Yukimura, before your operation, we will definitely come to see you holding the championship trophy of the Kanto Contest. At that time, we will go together to win the championship trophy of the National Contest."

Saying that, Sanada turned around to leave, but when he was holding the doorknob, he turned his head again.

"A king is not allowed to fail, Yukimura."

Yukimura looked out the window quietly.

"Ah, I see."

In the eyes of outsiders, Yukimura Seiichi is very calm now, and seems to have accepted the fact that he may never be able to go to the tennis court again.

But only Sanada knew his inner struggle, unwillingness, and pain, but the proud Yukimura Seichi didn't allow himself to show his weak side in his eyes.

Yukimura.

Sanada Genichiro left anyway.

Yukimura Seiichi looked out the window, but his eyes were not focused.

Can I really... still play tennis?

Thinking about the honors he has achieved by leading Lihai University, two consecutive national championships, in the eyes of outsiders, it is already worth showing off his life's achievements, but Yukimura Seichi is not satisfied at all.

A truly strong person will not be complacent because of a small achievement in the process before reaching his goal, and may not be satisfied even after reaching that goal, and will choose to continue chasing higher goals.

And Yukimura Seiichi's goal.

Lihaida, the country's three consecutive championships! ! !
Thinking of the goals I set when I first joined Lihai University, the goals that were about to be accomplished, the goals that were close at hand.

Yukimura Seiichi gripped the quilt tightly with both hands.

He is not reconciled!
"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The High School Affiliated to Lihai University.

In the gymnasium, Marui Bunta and Jackal Kuwahara looked at Akaya Kirihara, who was constantly training himself and improving the speed of the serving machine, feeling helpless and surprised.

Surprised that Kirihara Chi can also have such concentration under such high-intensity training.

"Hey, Kirihara is too hardworking."

Marui Bunta said, chewing gum and blowing a bubble.

Jackal Kuwahara also sighed: "I really don't know if this is training or torture."

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The serving machine continues to serve.

And Kirihara Chi was already out of breath.

"Damn it, it's not enough."

The scene of the confrontation with Toru Kitahara came to mind.

"If you like to hurt others, you must be prepared to be hurt by others."

"That's all you can do."

"Is there any difference between Li Haida and you?"

Looking back now, those words still feel extremely harsh, and also deeply hurt Kirihara Chiya's proud self-esteem.

"Damn, that bastard!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

Kirihara Chi also exploded again, hitting the ball back from the machine.

But because the serving interval was designed too short, a tennis ball flew straight at Chiya Kirihara's head.

Looking at the flying tennis ball, it was as if he saw Toru Kitahara's condescending smash to him at that time.

Damn, this feeling of powerlessness again, I've had enough.

"what!!!!!"

"Oh!"

The return of the last ball also means that the training is over, and the sound of the ball machine gradually decreases.

Seeing Akaya Kirihara, who was lying on the ground gasping for breath, Jackal Kuwahara just wanted to go up to help him, but was stopped by Fumta Marui.

"Marui."

Marui Bunta kept saying that he was resting on the defensive shoulder of the jackal Kuwahara, and slowly shook his head.

"Cirhara now, I probably don't want people to see his current appearance."

The jackal opened his mouth, and finally listened to Bunta Marui, and looked at Akaya Kirihara on the ground from afar.

Kirihara Chiya's chest heaved violently, intermittent words came out of his mouth from time to time.

"You...give me...wait...I...one...definitely win...you."

In the corner on the other side of the arena, Liu Lianer slowly closed the notebook.

"Kirhara's training volume is 40% higher than what I guessed at the beginning. It is incredible potential to be able to improve so much in a short period of time."

"However, even if the training is so painful, I'm afraid it can't compare with Kirihara's feeling when he lost to Kitahara Toru."

Liu Lian-er glanced at Kirihara on the ground, and slowly walked out of the arena.

Hiyoshi's martial arts school.

Rijiruo's father is looking at Rijiruo who is meditating.

He could see that his son was much stronger than before.

Hiji's father nodded in relief.

At this time, Atobe had just finished training.

From his completely soaked clothes, it could be seen that this training might not be easy.

"Master, please use a towel."

"what."

After receiving it, Atobe put his hand on his head, quietly recovering his strength.

The butler looked at Atobe who was working hard, and couldn't help but feel distressed and said, "Master, why are you bothering?"

"Bitter? I don't feel bitter at all."

Atobe lifted the towel, revealing a tired face, but his eyes were very fiery.

"On the contrary, my uncle is absolutely fine now."

"The Kanto competition, the national competition, I really look forward to it."

On the other side, Toru Kitahara was lying on a comfortable bed after dinner.

Looking at the ceiling, Kitahara Toru always felt uncomfortable.

"Cheche, I heard that the tennis club is going to play again, right?"

"Come on, I believe Cheche will definitely win."

Thinking of what Yui Hirasawa said to cheer him up not long ago, Toru Kitahara couldn't help laughing.

"Oh, what a hassle, what a hassle."

"Why don't you compete? How can I relax now? I'm so energetic."

Get up, take out a towel and put it on your shoulders, put on your sportswear, sneakers and go for a run.

Kitahara Toru, who was running on the road, had firm eyes.

I must win.

(End of this chapter)