[net king] light as fleeting

"Bang—" the dull sound of the racket hitting the tennis ball.

Before the green-haired girl could make a move, the girl acting as the referee shouted loudly: "0-15"

Everyone in the auditorium was in an uproar, and a surprised voice came from it: "How is it possible, I only look at the gesture of asking her to swing the racket."

"Me too."

"Senior sister, you don't have to accommodate me like this. Although I trust you, you don't have to let me down. Or is your strength so little?"

The blond-haired girl tossed the tennis ball in her hand slowly. As soon as the words fell, the tennis ball was thrown into the air again.Although the girl half jumped up and hit the tennis ball hard.

This serve is obviously in the same posture as the previous one, except that the place where the tennis ball lands is no longer near the boundary, but rolls down next to the left foot of the green-haired girl.

"0-30."

For the third ball, the girl with yellow hair no longer tried to provoke her.Throwing the ball straight up, the sight was fixed on the green-haired girl, the ball was spinning rapidly in mid-air, and when the ball fell, the tennis racket that the green-haired girl was holding tightly to the tennis ball rolled to the ground together with the tennis ball.

The women's tennis players surrounding the court all had expressions of disbelief: "Senior sister..."

Under everyone's surprised eyes, the green-haired girl didn't catch a single serve from the yellow-haired girl.Not only did he not receive it, but the racket never even touched a tennis ball.

"The two sides exchange venues."

"No way, Senior Sister Qingqian actually lost three games in a row and failed to catch a single serve in two games."

A girl looked at the two people who had already exchanged venues, and murmured: "This is not true..."

"It's senior sister's turn to serve. If I lose this time, I won't have a chance..."

Fujiwara Ri sat quietly in the auditorium, watching the game on the court with rapt attention.There were unbelievable discussions all around, some of which were also heard by her ears.

The game ended after almost 10 minutes, the score was 2:6.The tennis club members on the court and the onlookers outside the court were all surprised to see the green-haired girl sitting on the court.

"How about Ice Emperor's women's tennis, and he said that apart from the minister being the most powerful, he has such little strength." After finishing this sentence, the girl with yellow hair stuck out her tongue at a girl surrounded by her: "I'm sorry , I will not participate in the training at noon from now on."

The figure of the yellow-haired girl completely disappeared in the tennis court. A first-year girl stepped forward obediently, trying to get close to the green-haired girl on the court.

Before she could get close, the green-haired girl picked up the tennis racket that had fallen beside her and held it tightly.He stood up staggeringly, walked to the white bench to the side, put on the tennis bag on his back, bowed his head and left without saying a word.

The game is over, and both protagonists are gone in a row.The crowd of onlookers also dispersed one after another, but when they left, they still kept talking about things like 'unbelievable'.

After a while, only Fujiwara Ri who was still sitting in the auditorium on the women's tennis court, and the members who stayed in the tennis court were still there, as if they hadn't recovered from the fact.

"Senior Kuronuma, what should I do?" The girl who was going to help someone walked up to a third-year girl who had been silent and serious from the beginning: "Senior Qingqian, she..."

"It's okay, I'll go to persuade you, you continue to train."

"Yes." The girl known as Black Marsh gave a few more words to the girls around her, and then hurriedly picked up her tennis bag and left.

Fujiwara Ri blinked, after realizing that there would be no other game for her to watch.He stood up, patted his skirt, and wandered aimlessly for a few steps.

After hanging around Fujiwara for a while, the bell that symbolized the end of the lunch break slowly rang in the campus, and she had no choice but to turn around and walk towards the teaching building of the third grade.

"Fujiwara-san? At noon, I was busy with training, so I didn't say hello to you. I'm sorry."

Fujiwara Riki shook her head, without looking at Azusa Sakurai, she pulled the chair from the seat and sat down.He took out the required textbooks from the drawer and put them on the table.

Sakurai Azusa, who didn't get a response, curled her lips, turned her head and stopped talking to Fujiwara Ri.The feeling of being ignored for the first time in her life really made her uncomfortable.