The Last Samurai of Tennis Shinsengumi

Harada was still very nervous when he entered the arena, after all, it was his first time participating in such a competition. □□Switched to a racket, no matter the length or shape, it is not at the same level!

"Look, Harada-kun is shaking with fright!" At this time, only the chief executive would openly expose the embarrassment of his teammates, right?

Harada turned back and argued, "I'm just very excited. It's been a long time since I felt this way!"

When everyone was beating the boss, Harada smiled at himself. Thanks to that guy's gag, his nervousness dissipated.

Harada opened the prelude to this group of Bakumatsu samurai competition with a cannonball serve.The ensuing match was simply unexpected. Harada, who was always considered to win with strength, actually adopted a different strategy.He made perfect use of the right time and place to play tennis that is integrated with nature. He used the wind to control the speed of the ball, allowing the ball that would have been out of bounds to fly into the bounds. He used the slight change in the terrain to subtly change the direction the ball bounced after landing. .It's amazing that he, who has always been careless, can play such tennis.The general manager couldn't help but recall that when he was in the test hall, he often saw Harada meditating on the nearby bridge at dusk.There he felt the sound of the wind and the current of the water.Before, he had been laughing at Harada for sitting there and being lazy, but he didn't expect that it was also a kind of practice.

4-0!

Katsuro cheered and thought he had the chance to win, but the game suddenly changed.Sadaka Matsudaira mocked this civilian tennis style, and responded with his elegant and precise aristocratic tennis style, quickly controlling the rhythm of the game.No one thought that the gentle and gentle Matsudaira Sadaka would be unexpectedly difficult to deal with.

"Don't worry!" Songping Rongbao smiled at the guards, "Dingjing is known as a genius in our family! It's just that his brilliance has always been hidden under the light of many brothers. In order to surpass his brothers, he has always been The one who works the hardest has been keeping a low profile! Today is finally the time for him to open his heart!"

The trend of the game changed again, and Harada began to combine his strength advantages to give a strong counterattack!He wants to defeat the so-called sense of aristocratic superiority in his own way.During a desperate pursuit of the ball, Harada hit the iron frame on the sidelines with his head, and his head was bleeding.This little wound was nothing to them who were licking blood from the knife edge.Under Harada's strong counterattack, Matsudaira's suppressed enthusiasm finally ignited.He could only condescend to his elder brother, and chose to be low-key and calm, but deep in his heart he had a strong desire to be born out of nowhere and show his talent.He abandoned the elegance and intelligence of the so-called aristocratic tennis, and returned the ball purely by instinct.The match between two people is no longer a tennis match, it has been completely upgraded to a samurai match, separated by the battle of the king of the ball!The stadium has evolved into a battlefield without gunpowder.

4-6!Harada still lost the game!Unwilling, he came to the side of the arena and sat down. Mr. Ryuzaki hurriedly bandaged him to stop the bleeding. These children, it makes people feel distressed.

"I'm sorry, Mina." Harada said a little frustrated.

"Fighting in blood, even defeat is an honor!" Harada's rare seriousness sounded like irony, "Fighting in blood? Why does it sound so harsh!" Harada laughed.

The director blinked and said, "Could it be that you deliberately hurt yourself because you were afraid that you would lose and have no excuses?"

"Boss, if you have nothing to do, you will play tricks!" Hirasuke said.

The director said resentfully, "Who made Tufang-san refuse to send me out!"

Soon the second doubles match began. With a curious attitude towards doubles, everyone was still looking forward to it. Unfortunately, the Shuangshan combination surprised everyone. In front of the opponent's fierce and fast attack, they were quickly beaten to a 0 -5, the opponent has even won the match point.However, the counterattack began from then on. The opponent adopted a quick-fix strategy. They had consumed too much physical strength before, and they were already at their limit at this moment.Sannan-san's procrastinating tactics succeeded, and relying on Yamazaki's physical advantage, they finally dragged down their opponents and ended the game [-]-[-].

"Sannan-san, your fights are really ugly!" The chief began to complain again, "Mr. Ryuzaki almost had a heart attack!"

"Don't curse Ryusaki-sensei!" Hijikata threw his jacket on his head, took out his racket, and prepared to play.The general manager was about to say something, but Tu Fang pointed at him with his racket and said, "Don't say anything that boos! Don't say anything that hurts morale!"

The director smiled, "Tufang-san, you really understand me. Then I'll take it as if you have accepted my wish!"

Although the Souji was in high spirits before the game, when Tezuka came on the field, he couldn't stand it anymore, walked away quietly, found a big tree not far from the field, and sat down in the shade.Watching that person go all out on the field, I feel pain in my heart, every ball, every swing, the feeling of my heart being pulled makes me breathless.The general manager closed his eyes, and the occasional cheers from the arena could be heard in the wind, but his memory was brought back to last night.After trying to get the earth party to send himself on the field, but to no avail, he turned to other ideas.

"Tukata-san, let's compete. If I win, you can replace me."

"If you win, I won't let you play." The tone of Tu Fang resolutely left no room for negotiation.

"Why? You can't trust me? I won't do anything to them." The director general gave him a very sincere and harmless smile, anyone would believe what he said was true, the earth party sighed, and said to himself He is also a mortal, and he will be bewitched by his smile!He stretched out his hand to stroke the smooth hair of the chief executive, and said softly, "Director, it's not that I don't believe you. It's because I don't want to make you suffer. It's painful to see my enemy but not be able to take revenge, isn't it?"

"Tufang-san..." The chief executive looked at him seriously, bathed in his gentle eyes, the chief executive felt warm in his heart.This person knows everything about himself, and sometimes he knows himself better than himself, "But your arm?" He had already inquired about the condition of Tezuka's arm from Mr. Ryuzaki before, and although he had gone to a foreign country for treatment, the situation did not seem optimistic. .

"It's okay, just a little injury."

"It's a small injury?" The chief pouted, lowered his head, and hid his worried eyes in the shadows.

"Then you can tell me with your phantom pupils that the injury is already healed." Hijikata suddenly laughed.

"Isn't the phantom pupil not working for you?"

"If you use it, it will work." Tufang said.

"Really?" The chief raised his head in surprise, and stared into Hijikata's eyes, the deep eyes were infinitely gentle, it was the first time that he looked at each other without any scruples, and felt that the whole person was about to sink in and be addicted to that In eyes full of love*, forever.The two people are only a few feet away at this moment, time seems to have stopped, even the wind is silent, each other is attracted by each other's eyes, getting closer and closer, (...a soft kiss, it can't be uploaded, so it has been revised, sorry ), until they felt each other's temperature, they were startled, they suddenly turned around, although it was embarrassing, but also a little regretful and a little nostalgic.

"Well, Hijikata-san, no, I can't use it!" The director hurriedly explained, trying to cover up what happened just now, he admitted that the moment he looked into Hijikata's eyes, all he wanted to do was ask for a kiss.

"The phantom pupil is like hypnosis, it can only paralyze your senses temporarily, but the pain experienced in the game is real. Once the magic power of the phantom pupil wears off, Dokata-san will still feel the pain." The chief explained.

"I'm just kidding, I don't need to deceive myself like this." Hijikata's voice sounded calm, as if nothing had happened just now.The chief executive breathed a sigh of relief, it would be bad if Hijikata found out that he had unknowingly used the phantom pupil just now and hated him.

"Don't worry about me, sir, I'll be fine."

"I'm not worried about you!" The director resumed his usual rascal tone, "I heard from Shannan-san that Sasaki is a genius at imitating, as long as he has seen the moves once, he can learn them. The way of a person treats the person himself, always using the opponent's moves to defeat the opponent."

"and then?"

"Since this is the case, Hijikata-san just needs to play a little bit badly. The opponent will imitate you anyway. It doesn't matter how well you play. In this way, you can keep fighting and you can't tell the winner. Then you can go down in history as the king of bad balls. Hehehahaha..." The crisp laughter sounded like notes from wind chimes, jumping happily in the wind.

"You think Sasaki is a fool like you, knowing that he is a rotten ball and still imitating it!" Hijikata couldn't help laughing, being with the chief executive is a joy, and he will be infected by his emotions unconsciously.

"Then how about I cast a little illusion on him and make him a fool?"

"It's no wonder your phantom pupils work on him!"

The director thought about Sasaki's stupefied look, he was a bit more stupefied than Saito, this trick really won't work! "Then what do you say?"

"What should I do? Fight as you want! You think that those skills that have been honed over time can be imitated by imitation. There is no such genius in this world. Even if he learns faster, I just need to defeat him before he learns." He'll do it."

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