amber affair

Looking at the unparalleled game on the court, but no matter how you look at it, it looks like a ball game to welcome the end, and the eyes are full of sad tears.

Having never experienced Tezuka Phantom, Kebin was a little at a loss for a while, and gradually became anxious.Even though the face of the person opposite was so pale that no trace of blood could be seen, and he had the upper hand, why did he always return the ball out of bounds? What was the problem?

Relying on the Tezuka Phantom, Ryoma quickly won the first set, taking advantage of the break and staggering towards the rest place slightly.Sitting tiredly on the chair, he slightly opened his eyes and glanced at Yukimura who came up with a sports drink. He said in a hoarse voice, "Give me an ice pack, Mr. Yukimura."

He lowered his head and pursed his lips tightly, wrapped the ice cubes in a towel, and carefully covered his arms that would feel unusually hot and twitching even when touched by his fingers. There was uncontrollable pain in Yukimura's eyes, and his usual soft voice became hoarse: "Why use Tezuka Phantom, you know better than anyone how much burden it will put on the arm."

"If Kebin is dragged into the tug-of-war, the burden will be even greater." Without refuting Yukimura, Ryoma's expression was indifferent, letting the cold towel bring a touch of comfort to his hot arms.

Yes, using Tezuka Phantom with an overdrawn arm, although it will bring unimaginable pain, but it consumes more physical strength than being dragged into a tug-of-war, it is better to make a quick decision.He can't afford to play for too long, and it's only a matter of time before this physical distance collapses.

"Is it okay to give up?" There was no hope in the slightly trembling voice, and Yukimura's eyes were misty and painful, as if what he said was a joke, and he faintly pulled out a self-deprecating smile.

If he could give up, he wouldn't be Echizen Ryoma.

Sure enough, Ryoma opened his eyes, quietly looked at Yukimura's hazy purple eyes, shook his head and smiled slightly: "You know that's impossible, Yukimura-senpai."

How could it be possible to give up, there is only one step away from fulfilling the promise to that person, how could it be possible to give up here?

Lowering his head, letting his purple hair hide the sadness and pain on his face, he left a light kiss on Ryoma's pale cheek. Yukimura lowered his voice and murmured softly: "Then, don't lose, Ryoma."

"I won't lose, Yukimura-senpai." Gently pushing away the slender fingers massaging his arm, Ryoma held the racket tightly, got up and walked towards the court.Therefore, he failed to see, in the corner of the remote stand, his parents and the person he loved the most in his life looked at him quietly with painful eyes, and the eye sockets were already red.

In the second set, Kebin accepted the coach's suggestion and no longer used heavy balls to fight against Ryoma's Tezuka Phantom, but instead used short balls and well-timed smashes.

Squinting at Kebin's face full of fighting spirit, Ryoma smiled proudly as usual.It is impossible to expect Tezuka Phantom to defeat Kebin.After all, that guy is also a person whose strength is not inferior to his own, not to mention, the current Echizen Ryoma is no longer as good as before.

However, I still have so many seniors, even if you are familiar with everything about me, you will not know them, right, Kebin.

The half-closed cat's eyes were full of bright smiles that could not be looked at. Ryoma leaned back, bent his legs, facing the bright yellow ball thrown high, his flexible waist burst out with strong strength, and swung his left arm vigorously. out.

This is the "Tannhauser serve" exclusive to Keigo Atobe. The ball whizzed away like a burning flame, and fell straight into Kempin's half court, then flew close to the ground and rolled off the court.

The blue-gray eyes shrank violently, Kebin looked at the delicate face covered with sweat, the corners of his lips twitching slightly due to pain but full of a wicked smile in disbelief, and he unconsciously grasped the handle of the handle with his fingers.

You are indeed the strongest, Echizen Ryoma.Even if everyone says that you are covered in injuries and are just trying to hold on, you are still my strongest opponent.From chasing you more than ten years ago to today, you have always been the person I want to conquer. Without you, there would be no Kebin Smith today!

Facing Kebin's extremely lethal heavy dunk, Ryoma threw a back view to his opponent, stretched his slender and strong arms into the most elegant posture, sent that touch of bright yellow to the sky, and landed firmly on the opponent's bottom line.

His arms twitched and hurt as if they would break if he exerted a little force, and his legs became red and swollen from excessive use of Thunderbolt, but it didn't affect that beautiful smile that was brighter than the sun at all, but it hurt deeply Every pair of eyes focused on him.

On the high stands, Rinko had been crying uncontrollably, unable to maintain the dignified and beautiful face of her loving mother, she could only bury her face deeply in Nanjiro's arms and sob.And the former samurai in the tennis world who always had a naughty smile, his eyes were red at the moment, his lips were tightly pursed, he was staring at his only son, watching him step by step towards the final victory with determination.

Sitting next to Nanjiro, Sanada straightened his back, his black eyes locked tightly on the slender figure who was already exhausted but still struggling on the court, his condensed handsome face was full of undisguised pain.The clenched teeth had already carved deep bloodstains on the lips. Although it hurt, it was the only way to vent.

Ryoma, even if I show up right now, you won't stop if I tell you to stop.You are always so stubborn, you always get yourself covered in bruises, what should I do with you?

In fact, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose this game, doesn't it?You have all the four Grand Slam champions in your hands, so why insist on winning this game stubbornly?Your promise to me has been fulfilled, Ryoma!

On the court, with the landing of the last ball, all the audience stood up at the same time, and gave thunderous applause to the prince who was already limp on the court at the moment, and it seemed extremely difficult to even support his body.

This is a miracle. With a body that has not fully recovered after the injury, but won the four Grand Slam championships within a year, what kind of perseverance is needed to accomplish this.Only their prince, although his face is full of pain, is proudly smiling at the princes of the whole world with the support of his manager!

With the support of Yukimura, he walked back to the side of the court. Facing the swarming reporters, Ryoma reversed his previous indifferent attitude and faced the camera lens with a tired smile.Burning a light kiss on the golden trophy, the beautiful cat eyes were slightly confused and sad, he just looked at the camera so quietly, the mist in the eyes gradually condensed.

After a moment of silence, he stared at the camera and said softly: "The promise I made to you is finally fulfilled today. From now on, we will settle the matter."

Then, he quickly buried his face into Yukimura's chest, let Yukimura hug him tightly, and walked away quickly.

In the stadium, the reporters looked at each other, puzzled by the puzzle-like words left by the prince at the end; in the stands, Sanada sat for a long time, his always condensed handsome face showing a complex expression of sadness and joy.

Are you cleared up, Ryoma?Is this what you insisted on till the end, what you wanted to say to me?

No, there will never be a clear time between us.Because I swore that I would use my whole life to make up for this missing love.

I love you and will never let you go again, Ryoma!

(71)

The simple and tidy room seems like no one has lived in it for a long time, and there is a coolness that penetrates the heart.A cold moonlight fell on the room, covering the tall figure standing by the window, lonely and faint, but always filling the dark room.

Sanada just stood there quietly, playing with a small bright yellow ball with his slender fingertips, staring for a long time at the Q version of himself drawn with black water pen on the tennis ball.Imagining the lovely expression on the tennis player's face when he drew himself, with a slight sad smile in his dark eyes, Sanada lowered his head slightly, kissed the ball lightly, and tightened his fingers.

"Xianichiro, are you inside?" A gentle female voice came from outside the door, and the lights immediately bloomed.Rinko stood by the door, watching Sanada kissing the tennis ball, showing such a nostalgic and tender expression, her smiling face dimmed slightly.Sighing lightly, she put the hot coffee on the table, and she said softly, "It was drawn by Ryoma not long after he first came to America."

"When he was painting, he must have been muttering that Genichiro Sanada is a big bastard." He nodded politely to Rinko, his dark eyes as deep as the sea were still immersed in memories, and the corners of Sanada's lips raised slightly, Dotingly murmured.

"That's right. That child, obviously likes you so much, but every time I ask, I'm always not frank." Responding to Sanada softly, Rinko's eyes showed a touch of distress, and sighed sadly: "It's like Now, he obviously still loves you, but he said those things that need to be cleared up."

The slightly raised lips corners twitched slightly, Sanada raised his head to meet Rinko's apologetic expression, his eyes were calm and affectionate. "I'm sorry for him. If I could understand what he wants earlier, I wouldn't be where I am today. All this is my own fault."

Smiling sadly, Rinko walked forward slowly, took Sanada's trembling wrist and sat down beside the tidy bed, and asked softly, "Why don't you go to Ryoma? He won't come back today, he should live in Yukimura's place." It's over."

"I know, Auntie." A bitter smile lingered on his lips, and there was unspeakable sadness and pain in Sanada's eyes, which still lingered on the bright yellow ball.After a moment of silence, he sighed deeply and said, "Ryoma won't forgive me for the time being. Even if I go, it will only increase his troubles. Wait a little longer."

He had already called long after the game.answer the phone