moon watch boy

"The game is over, 6-1, Yanagizawa Shin also won!" A whistle blew, announcing the end of the game between the two.

"Yezi, it's unbelievable that Jintian-senpai lost." Inoue grabbed the net and looked at the two people who were panting on the court, their clothes were wet with sweat, and their faces were filled with brilliant smiles. The unyielding eyes are all declaring their restless hearts.

"Hey, Jintian, I'll wait for you to win it back next time." Liu Ze panted heavily with his racket in his hands, looked up at the opposite Jintian who was also tired, smiled and urged mercilessly, but his serious eyes showed Jintian's hidden potential. Strength, Jintian clenched his numb racket, calmed his shortness of breath, nodded and looked at Yanagisawa, and agreed hoarsely, "Then Yanagisawa senior, don't be careless, next time I will win back with profit. "

"Next match, Kisarazu and Akien Lin, please get ready." Akazawa watched Yanagizawa and Kaneda show off the strength of the tennis club, his dark face softened a lot, he looked down at the order, his eyes He glanced at Akien who was eager to try with a racket, subconsciously looked at Kisarazu who was cleaning the tennis racket, and rubbed his sore head. This was interesting.

"Kisarazu, don't be careless." Guanyue felt the gazes of Qiuyuan and Hashimoto's freshmen, stepped forward to look at Kisarazu who put down the towel, and reminded him in a low voice. Yue finally nodded, and walked to the court with the red hairband fluttering behind her.

"Inoue, what about Kisarazu-senpai and Akien-kun? Senior Kisarazu's tennis is more difficult than Yanagisawa-senpai's. It seems that Manager Guanyue wants to intimidate Akien-kun and his new team members." Ye Zi looked at the station Looking at the two of them watching the moon with a notebook on the opposite side, the slightly curly black hair and the glasses covering half of the face can hardly see through the thoughts of watching the moon, and I am secretly anxious, the game in the tennis club is really not easy.

"Don't be afraid, Hashimoto-kun's competition hasn't started yet. Senior Guanyue won't be so cruel to brush off all the freshmen." Inoue looked at Qiu Yuan who took a step forward, and stared at the dark-skinned boy closely, with Comforted with a glimmer of hope, I was also praying in my heart that their freshmen could win a few rounds from their seniors.

"Senior Kisarazu, please give me your advice." Qiu Yuanlin looked at Kisarazu, who was much taller than him, and greeted him politely with a smile. .”

After the words fell, the two of them tacitly began to compete for the serve. In an instant, the fierce atmosphere on the court rushed to their faces. The flexibility made the two people's rackets start to swing, and the "bang bang" sound of hitting the ball was particularly crisp on the tennis court.

After a few balls came down, Qiuyuan looked at Kisarazu, who was quick and quick, and took it seriously. He kept hitting the ball to test the minefield of the senior, but he was intercepted by the senior every time. Not only did he not detect it, but he noticed it. For my own intentions, my wrists are loosened, my lips are tightly pressed to observe the passing route of the ball, and I look at the ball coming into the field. Move sideways with the pace, directly occupying two-thirds of the field, and attack the opponent powerfully with the forehand.

The delicate face began to be filled with the excitement of integrating into the game and the uncontrollable desire to beat the opponent.

Kisarazu looked at the roundabout and hit the ball, the angle turned sharply to favor the power-type golf skills, and his eyelids slightly lifted. He finally knew why the manager told him not to be careless. Looking at the obtrusive look on Qiuyuan's face, if this is the case, then Let their freshmen see how strong the tennis team is in the main selection.

Kisarazu turned his body muscles and wrists tensed, watching the flying ball. Kisarazu directly copied his power-type volley, lowering the vertical center of gravity to keep the speed at the point of the ball. In an instant, a fleeting phantom flashed in front of his eyes and came towards the blind corner behind Qiu Yuan.

"What! How is it possible!" Qiu Yuan looked at the exact same skills, his face paled and exclaimed, his movements were faster than his consciousness, and he took the racket across the stride in an attempt to catch it. The racket trembled suddenly when he caught the ball, Qiu Yuan suddenly Feeling the sudden contraction of the wrist, the faint tingling sensation in the palm of the hand caused the light racket to slip and fall to the ground with a "click". Qiu Yuan looked at the trembling hands in surprise, and his eyes flashed with astonishment. His hand...

"What? With just one blow, how could it be that Qiu Yuan couldn't hold the racket?"

"The vertical center of gravity play perfectly reproduces the power of the power-type pumping ball, and Kisarazu deliberately adjusted the speed to bring out the pumping. He is simply too messy."

Liu Ze looked at his partner on the field who did not change his expression, his brown eyes also floated a little surprised, his eyes fell on Qiu Yuan, and his brows frowned as if he was very angry.

Akazawa and Guanyue looked at each other, and their expressions became serious. Nomura looked at Qiuyuan, who hadn't calmed down yet, walked over to see his reddish palms still twitching, and asked with concern, "The game is stopped, Qiuyuan-kun, are you alright?"

The sudden change on the field caught everyone off guard. Hashimoto and Chiba looked at the racket that had fallen on the ground. The blow caused a lot of psychological pressure on them. No one thought that the seniors would copy Qiuyuan's skills and use the vertical center of gravity to play.

Chiba licked her dry lips, looking at Kisarazu-senior who couldn't see his emotions with lingering fear, said to Hashimoto who was watching with fists folded, "Hashimoto, I seem to understand the reason for what you said just now."

Kisarazu watched the boy try to pick up the racket, shaking his gray fingers as he grasped the racket, his expression moved for a moment, his black eyes became extremely deep, and his voice became a bit cold, "The tennis club wants people who are not willing to admit defeat and are not afraid of losing." , before the game is over, if you want to stay, pick up the racket. The racket is your weapon on the court. Do you think you can survive if you lose the weapon? Pick it up, you can quit if you can’t stand the pain, this is just a ranking It's just a game."

"Kisarazu, you..." Nomura looked up at Kisarazu's indifferent attitude in surprise, the words were stuck in his throat but he didn't know what to say.

Their tennis club is indeed a person who is not afraid of losing and will not admit defeat. Otherwise, why have they persisted for so long? They don’t want to lose and can’t lose. They have prepared for so long to lead the tennis team into the national competition. How can they say that they just give up? give up.

Akazawa's daily supervision, the manager stays up late every night to customize the menu, Yuta, Yanagzawa and the others secretly train every night to let everyone enter the competition, stand at a higher place and see farther things, and don't want them to leave regrets .

Everyone was beaten down and got up and started again. It took this step over and over again. What Kisarazu said was not wrong, but wouldn’t it be too harsh to be harsh when he came, Nomura looked at Akien Downcast thinking.

"I...Senior, come again!" Qiuyuan looked at Kisarazu's indifferent eyes, feeling that his self-esteem had been ignored, and was being squeezed tightly. He gritted his teeth and insisted on picking up the racket. He barely stood up and stabilized his trembling hands. With the minister's worried eyes, Qiu Yuan shook his head that he could continue to fight.

Although I don't know why the seniors said so much to him, but he doesn't want to give up. Playing tennis itself has many dangers, and it will suffer a lot. Why did their seniors grit their teeth and persevere? Their new students can't do it, so he still has to try. , they can also persist.

Nomura asked again, seeing Akien continued to hold on to the game and then retreated. Akien stretched out his hand and moved his fingers, holding the racket tightly and looked at Kisarazu with sharp eyes. He will not give up easily this time.

The two paused for a few minutes and then resumed the game. Qiu Yuan changed his previous style of play, and continued to provoke and attack the ball faster and faster.

Kisarazu was not in a hurry, he didn't plan to use the new tricks he had learned before to deal with the freshmen, but instead used the most common ball skills to fight back, making people feel like punching cotton, and felt very helpless.

Akazawa watched Kisarazu, who played steadily and steadily, won three rounds with ease. The game had reached the match point, and Kisarazu won by one ball. He walked over and watched the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, with a satisfied expression on his face, and asked secretly, "Guanyue, what did you just say to Kisarazu? Why did you change so much?"

"Hmm? It's not impossible to know, you will fight with Chiba Lin in the next match, and I will tell you if you win." Guan Yue looked at Akazawa and asked him curiously, and looked at it with a restrained smile More and more people gathered outside the court to watch the game, nodded and looked at the thin figure in the center of the court, rubbing his chin, it seemed that Kisarazu understood his painstaking efforts the most.

"Manager, isn't it good for the freshmen?" Yuta looked at Qiuyuan and heard Guanyue's words and leaned over to add.

"Then Yuta feels that anyone in our tennis club can enter and if we are in the game, the tennis club can win? Yuta, we are already in the third year of junior high school, and the tennis club will be yours in the future. You have to look at things in the long run. Seeing Yuta's disapproving look, Guanyue stood up straight and said.

Sure enough, the expression on Akazawa's face also stiffened a bit. Guanyue said this not only to Yuta, but also to him. Guanyue's criticism was not because of other things, but because someone in the tennis club must take up this burden.

It was not as easy as the outsiders looked, Qiu Yuan felt that his physical strength was draining too fast, he could not keep up with the speed of his predecessors, the sweat rolled down his forehead, his limit was about to be reached, and the ball flying past in front of him fell straight through the gap On the ground, Akizono dragged his body and looked at the bouncing ball, looked at Kisarazu who was in much better condition than him, stared at the tennis ball with dim eyes, clenched his fists for a long time before bending down to pick up the tennis ball on the ground, looked up again Looking at the back of Kisarazu leaving the field, his eyes gradually became firmer. Before the next game, I hope that you, senior Kisarazu, will not show mercy to my subordinates, because I have already found my goal, that is, I want to defeat you.

"6-2, Kisarazu won."

"Kisarazu did a good job." Guanyue looked at Kisarazu who was walking step by step, smiled at him, and took the beat from his hand.

"Manager, don't you blame me?" Kisarazu stared at Guanyue who was praising him, seeing that the smile on Guanyue's face was indeed not fake, he couldn't help asking.

"No, why should I blame you? Even if you don't do it, I will do it later in the game. They are indeed loose for too long. Someone needs to shatter their thoughts. After your blow, maybe the tennis department can be able to do it again." Go on a better path again, but thank you for doing this." Guanyue looked at Kisarazu waiting for her own reprimand, couldn't help but pushed his glasses and patted him on the shoulder, sincerely thanking him.

"Manager..." Kisarazu looked at Guanyue, his eyes were sour and he forced a smile, and his eyes were full of gloom. He didn't expect the manager to even think of these things. Everything he put into the tennis club seemed to be more than he imagined. There are many more.

"Kisarazu, you know, every time I want to do something or say something but I have to do it because of some factors, but every time the first person who finds the problem and helps me is not always with me Akazawa Yanagisawa and the others are not the Yuta I value, but you. Sometimes I wonder why you were the first to discover the problem. I didn't see through you, but fortunately, I dug you to Saint Rudolph."

Guanyue put away the notebooks and put them on the table, then handed the towel to Kisarazu, then sat down and watched Akazawa's game with long-distance eyes, and sighed softly.

"Manager..." Kisarazu thumped in his heart, lowered his head and looked at the side face of the young man in surprise, the wind blew through the broken hair on his forehead, revealing the bright eyes under the lens, which contained a serious look he had never seen before. It is completely different from the seriousness of the manager when he is excited about the game and meets his opponent. It is as clear as a clear spring, which makes him feel at a glance that what the manager said comes from the depths of his heart rather than temporary emotion.

For a moment, Kisarazu avoided Guanyue's eyes and wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, then lifted it up to cover up all his expressions. At this moment, the relationship between the two seemed to have changed a lot. At least he felt the shadow of the manager. And the manager is not so invisible anymore.