amber affair

There was unconcealable astonishment.If it was in the past, the kid would have met Tezuka's smash in a head-to-head manner, but today, his calmness is unbelievable.

You always surprise me, brat, no, Ryoma.

For so many years, I have been following you, and every game of yours has become the only pleasure in my spare time.Watching you, watching your game, I will remember the only two games between us.It would be a lifetime regret not to be able to compete with you at the end of the national competition.So, I want to lock you by my side, whether it is an opponent or a lover, you are the only and special existence in my life.

You came to provoke me.If you hadn't taken the initiative to provoke me on the street court that day, and you hadn't arrogantly given me a ridiculous nickname, maybe I wouldn't have noticed you.King of Monkey Mountain, this ridiculous and not gorgeous title, is exclusive to each other.Only you can call this nickname, and only you can call it.

If, if you want, I hope to be you alone, the King of Monkey Mountain for a lifetime.

After breaking Tezuka's serve as everyone expected, Ryoma smiled proudly at the audience, and slowly tossed the ball high under the attention of the audience, and opened the second game of the first set with the most ostentatious outspin serve.

Tezuka's field was fully opened, Tezuka stood firmly at the bottom line, counterattacked slowly, and mobilized the prince to run all over the field.It wasn't intentional to consume Ryoma's physical strength, he just wanted to play a game that belongs to his memory today, at the stadium agreed with each other since his trip to Germany that year.

Wimbledon, that year in Munich, after the match with Hannah Essin Emma, ​​Echizen once told him that they would definitely meet at Wimbledon in the future.It was the second day after confessing to Echizen, and my heart was still hurting, but that proud smile, which was brighter than the sun, carried a magic power that seemed to heal everything. Every time I saw it, it could calm down all the turmoil.

Later, they separated and tried their best to fight each other in AP, but they never met each other in Wimbledon.Maybe life is like this, either a miss or a fault.

To make a mistake is to fall in love with him, but not to imprint oneself when he was still a blank sheet of paper; to miss, to fall in love with him, but to pass by after all.

This is our first and last game on this course, Echizen.So, we can't be careless.

After another strong kick, he successfully broke the shackles of Tezuka's domain. With a high leap, Ryoma hit the ball down the frontcourt with a powerful dunk with his left hand.Landing on the ground, the burden on the right leg was unstoppable. Ryoma quickly took a deep breath, deliberately ignoring the pain from the muscles, and readjusted himself.

In any case, this game must be won.It is only one step away from fulfilling the promise to that person.

His eyes slowly lingered across the crowded stands, watching the empty seats where he bought tickets for that person every game, his golden cat eyes narrowed slightly bitterly.Then, he saw a face that was familiar in his memory, as arrogant and handsome as ever.

King of Monkey Mountain...

You are also an idiot.Knowing that such an attachment has no end at all, why do you still come?Let me give you a gift, just take it as my apology to you, although such an apology is meaningless compared to your stubbornness.

Throwing the ball high into the sky, leaning back as much as possible, legs slightly bent, and with an instant explosive force, he swung his right hand suddenly.Tennis is like a burning fireball, flying towards the opponent's half court with a powerful and arrogant momentum.After landing, the ball slid quickly against the ground and rolled out of bounds.

Cheers rang out again, because their prince gave them too many surprises today; Tezuka was stunned again, because he had seen such a serve before, and it had the magnificence exclusive to Keigo Atobe.

The cold phoenix eyes slid thoughtfully to the place where Ryoma's eyes were focused just now. After seeing the slightly raised corners of Atobe's lips and the unstoppable proud eyes, Junyi's brows frowned slightly, and then Sighing and looking away.

You are always like this, Echizen.

Although your talent allows you to easily master the skills of others, you know what?In the eyes of caring people, such a move is more uncomfortable than your ignorance.Because, you will always make people feel hopeful. After all, if you don't pay attention, how can you learn other people's skills so skillfully?

Time is gradually passing in the confrontation between you coming and me going.This match was not easy for Tezuka, because the pressure he felt was stronger than ever, just like he felt the opponent's fighting spirit.

And as his opponent, Ryoma is even more difficult, because no matter how carefully he controls his physical strength, how to properly transfer the pressure on his left hand and right leg, but this is tennis, which is known for its intensity after all, and the control of his body is gradually failing. .

Reluctantly defeated Tezuka in the tie-break in the first set, Ryoma could predict how difficult the next game would be.

Sitting on the edge of the court, Yukimura carefully relaxed the tense muscles for Ryoma, while carefully instructing: "You controlled the first set very well, that's it, don't go head-to-head with Tezuka, okay?"

"I know, you're so silly, Yukimura-senpai." With his eyes closed, Ryoma panted slightly, frowned impatiently, and hummed softly, "If you keep going, you'll become an old man."

"If it's just Ryoma's old man, I'd be very willing." With undisguised pampering in his smiling purple eyes, Yukimura stood up straight, brushing away the dark green hair with his slender fingers. Branded a cherished kiss on the forehead, and said softly: "Go, hit hard, don't think too much."

Not used to Yukimura's intimacy like no one else, Ryoma frowned unconsciously and leaned back slightly.Standing up, holding the bright red racket, he deliberately didn't look at the slightly disappointed handsome face. He stared closely at Tezuka who had already walked to the court, and said indifferently: "No, there is already a blandish old man in my family, don't want to Another old man will take care of me."

You're rejecting me, aren't you, Ryoma?Staring sadly at the slender figure that was fading away, Yukimura smiled bitterly, lowered his head, let his soft hair block all probing eyes, and slowly retreated to the manager's position.

Playing again, facing Tezuka's usual calm offensive, Ryoma's style of play gradually became a little impatient.Not for anything else, just because of your own physical condition, only you know.

Muscles began to twitch and hurt again. This body, this body that has been severely injured, will never return to the past, just like the heart full of holes, it will never return to the innocence of tennis when I was young.

Deliberately lowering the brim of his hat, hiding the slightly bitter smile on his face, ignoring what Tezuka cast, flashing his concerned eyes, he used the opponent's stunts he had seen in memory one by one, just to break the indestructible The Tezuka Domain and the invulnerable Tezuka Phantom.

Cold sweat rolled down her pale and delicate cheeks, and even the slightest breath would cause severe pain all over her body.The snow-white teeth clenched the light-colored soft lips, leaving glaring bloodstains that can be discerned by the eyes, and the pain in the left arm was so painful that it was too difficult to hold the racket tightly.

At the moment when he was in a trance because of the pain, Tezuka's light and elegant zero-style slice fell to the frontcourt.If it is normal, if the mood is still calm, Ryoma is absolutely clear that the result is the same whether the ball is saved or not.

But now, it was no longer usual. This was the last game of the third set, and he was only a little bit short. He could follow his previous declaration and beat the most respected minister in the third set!

Flying forward desperately, trying to straighten his red and swollen left arm, Ryoma fell heavily on the court irreparably.Suddenly, severe pain hit his whole body, making his breathing stagnant. He could barely curl up his body, shivering on the green grassy field, like yellow leaves on winter branches.

"Ryoma!" Ignoring the surprised and puzzled gazes from the audience around him, Atobe suddenly got up and quickly walked down the stands.Holding tightly to the edge of the protective fence, his silver-purple eyes flashed with heartbreaking light, he roared: "Stand up for me! Smelly brat! Who boasted that he would win the four Grand Slam champions?" ! What is it to give up here?"

Pushing away the caddy who came forward to caress him, Ryoma suppressed the pain, his golden cat eyes stared at Atobe proudly and stubbornly, the corners of his lips raised slightly.In the silence of the audience, he snorted and laughed: "What are you yelling about, King Monkey Mountain, I just broke my knee."

The knee was indeed broken, and the wound rolled with mud.A streak of bright red blood snaked along the wound on the fair skin, strangely glaring, and the sad color blurred the eyes of the man who had been watching him in front of the TV.

Huddled in the corner of the Japanese-style living room, Sanada tried to keep his eyes wide open, following the movement of the camera lens, staring at the slender figure staggering off the court, his fingers grasped the left arm covered with snow-white bandages.

The inflamed wound hurts badly, but it is far less than the extravagant pain in the heart, even breathing. He just watched, watching Yukimura simply treat the wound for his Ryoma, the stubborn kitten once again Head up to the field.

From the beginning to the end, on Ryoma's pale face, the proud smile remained unchanged, as bright and dazzling as the sun above his head, dazzled every pair of eyes.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, Minister." He raised his racket and pointed at Tezuka, his golden cat eyes were extraordinarily bright with his desire for victory.

I closed my eyes heavily, and when I opened them again, it was pitch black