The Son of God is the Judge

"Do you want to chat?" Seeing that Yukimura did not respond, Mori repeated it again.

This time, Yukimura finally heard what Senior Mori said. He was a little surprised by what Senior Mouri said, but he quickly reacted and responded.

"I didn't expect to meet Maori seniors in the hospital." The two walked side by side to the courtyard outside the hospital. Yukimura said with a smile, "Seniors rarely come to the hospital, right?"

Maori nodded and hesitated for a while: "Actually... I will still come." After the topic was successfully opened, Maori felt much more at ease, "I was injured when I first practiced wrestling, and I will come to the hospital when I am injured. ah."

After finishing speaking, Mori sighed softly, and when he lowered his eyes, he happened to meet Yukimura who was walking beside him.

Yukimura smiled and raised his eyes to look at Mori, "Senior is rarely so emotional."

Molly was taken aback.

"Senior was depressed when he just transferred from another school, but his eyes lit up when he saw tennis." Yukimura gestured, "When he won the national championship, senior will be even happier."

Maori raised the corners of his lips. It was the first national championship he participated in, so of course he would be very happy.

"But then it seems to have changed."

Even if you are in a foreign country, things in China will not continue to be input to Yukimura's ears, "Senior is a bit abnormal in the second half of the third year of junior high school." Logically speaking, Yukimura should not take care of things after Maori retired. , but Yukimura believes that he has the experience of working together with this senior who transferred halfway, and the joy of senior Maori winning the national championship is not fake.Yukimura recognized Mori-senpai as a teammate and friend, "Can't you cheer up after entering high school?"

Mori is used to Yukimura caring about the tennis club and its players all the time. Although he was a senior in junior high school, he received a lot of care from Yukimura because he transferred to another school midway.

There are some things that can't be said directly to the head of the high school, but they can be easily said to Yukimura.

"How should I put it, the atmosphere in high school is different from that in junior high school," Maori said with a slightly distressed look on his face, "I... am not used to it." Actually, it's not that he doesn't get used to it, but that he can't get excited about tennis. , but even Maori couldn't say it bluntly.

Yukimura gave Mori a meaningful look, "The competitive atmosphere in the high school tennis club is not as strong as that in the junior high school, and it's normal for senior Mori to be unable to adapt for a while." He didn't point out the meaning of senior Mori.

Facing Yukimura's clear eyes, Mori felt a little guilty.

"How should I put it? To be more precise, I'm a bit bored." After saying the first sentence, the rest came out naturally, "You can easily defeat the Zhengxuan in the department without participating in training. , Not even the tennis club itself has a few people participating, and few of the participating people are seriously training."

"Except for the minister, other people don't care about the outcome of the tennis club. Is it really meaningful to easily defeat these people and win for such a tennis club?"

That's what Maori was really confused about.The middle school tennis club is fighting for the championship, but the seniors from the high school talk and laugh casually on the court every day.The amount of training in the high school is less than half of that in the middle school, but even so, the number of people who finish on time every day can be counted with a single slap.

Is this tennis club really a tennis club?Doesn't the charm of competitive sports lie in "competition"?

These questions have been lingering in Maori's mind for a long time, and he couldn't tell these questions to the head of the high school department. Today, he finally said it to Yukimura.

Phew - finally said it, Mao Li closed his eyes, feeling happy in his heart.

Yukimura has been listening quietly, without saying a word, until after hearing Maori's confusion, he said calmly, "Let's have a fight, senior."

Maori was a little stunned: "Your body...?!"

"Healed already. Let's fight, senior," he said with a smile, his tone was calm, but the content was full of provocation, "If I can't beat me who just recovered, senior will Can you cheer up?"

Mori rubbed his hair, feeling a little helpless, "Take care of your body!" Yukimura's words didn't provoke him, and all he could feel was the other kind of comfort from his juniors.

To be honest, compared with Yukimura's tennis skills, his consolation is a bit clumsy.

Yukimura tilted his head with a smile, his eyes clearly revealed two words: hit?

"If you don't play the whole court, there are only seven balls." Mao Li took out the racket from the tennis bag and said resignedly.

Yukimura nodded, smiled and blinked: "It just so happens that there is a new trick that I need senior to look at."

The venue for the seven-ball match was an abandoned tennis court not far from the hospital. Although it was a little dilapidated, the venue and network cables still met the specifications.

Maori waved his hand, not caring, "Anyway, there are only seven balls, so don't worry about that much."

There was no pre-match etiquette or too much conversation, and the seven-ball matchup started directly.

The right to serve is in Yukimura's hands, and he has released his mental power directly from the beginning.The seven-ball time is a bit short, but for Yukimura, as long as he wants, he can extend the seven-ball time indefinitely.

He thought so, and he did so.From the beginning of the game, he used the five senses directly. He was able to deprive the five senses together when he was training at Byodoin, but today he did not do this, but gradually deprived Maori of the five senses one by one.

Only in this way can his new tricks be more effective.

Maori's feeling is not very good.Being deprived of the five senses is not a pleasant experience, especially after Yukimura accelerated the deprivation of the five senses, the degree of discomfort increased geometrically.

"Senior, you have to be careful." Yukimura curled his lips and murmured.

Mori, who had been deprived of hearing, couldn't hear Yukimura's words, so he missed Yukimura's "kindness" reminder.

Yukimura flicked his wrist, and when he tossed the tennis ball again, another layer of mental power was attached, it was a dream, but not just a dream.

Trapped in the spiritual world, Maori's eyes went dark first, and then he witnessed everything from a strange perspective.

As if trapped in his own body in the spiritual world, Maori couldn't control his body, so he could only watch himself being defeated and ridiculed, and even couldn't pick up the racket because of the injury.

Maori closed his eyes, his heart throbbing slightly.

Why can't he pick up the racket, why can't he even return such a simple ball? !The red-haired boy held his wrist, his eyes widened in disbelief, why, why couldn't he even complete the simplest training against the wall? !

No, it shouldn't be.He is obviously a "genius Maori", he is obviously... obviously always proud of tennis!

Maori in the dream was still torturing his heart. Yukimura, who was standing on the opposite court outside the dream, noticed Maori's violent mood swings and hit the last ball.

With a bang, the tennis ball bounced a few times and rolled away.

"It's dawn, senior." Yukimura said in a low voice while withdrawing his mental power.

The problems that plagued Maori and the dreams that tormented Maori vanished at the same time.

Mao Li stood where he was, blinking his eyes. Before he could get his mind back from the five senses and the dream just now, he followed the tactile sensation and lowered his head, seeing his hand holding the racket tightly.

For the first time in his life, he felt that it was great to be able to play tennis.

"What's that trick called?" Maori asked.

Yukimura smiled slightly, "This trick is called Nightmare." This is his real experience when he was sick, the pain of being unable to continue playing tennis, and the joy of being able to continue playing tennis.

The move of "Nightmare" is a move to break away from the dream. It also uses mental power to construct a false dream world, but the dream is a dream, and the nightmare is a nightmare.Yukimura clearly distinguished these two tricks.Even in addition to these two, he has a new insight, he named the false dream that is enough to confuse people, and the false dream as "phantom", which means mirage.

However, these have nothing to do with today's seven-ball matchup, so there is no need to elaborate.

Maori nodded, "Nightmare? It's very appropriate." He stroked his sweaty hair, took a long breath, and his eyes were complicated.

It wasn't nice to be deprived of all five senses, and it wasn't very nice to witness in a dream that he couldn't even hold a racket. He should have been angry.But if you think about it carefully, you can find that these are actually what Yukimura has experienced, and Mouri can't get angry at all when he thinks of this.

It was just a dream that he might never be able to play tennis again, and that was it.And Yukimura, who has really experienced these things, is it even more uncomfortable?

"It's great to be able to continue playing tennis," Maori sighed.

Yukimura nodded and said with a smile: "Tennis has this kind of magic power." A magic power that makes people feel happy.

It is difficult to train hard, but the victory after the game is joyful, and it is also happy to be able to continue playing tennis until it can no longer be played. As long as he thinks of this, he does not feel sad for the past few months .

Maori stretched his waist and grinned: "Thanks to you, this game made me feel this."

"To be honest, when you proposed to compete, I thought you were not good at comforting people, but I didn't expect you to find another way." He rubbed Yukimura's hair, then patted Yukimura's head lightly, "Don't worry , I've already figured it out."

If there is no aggressiveness, there will be no aggressiveness. If you don’t want to train, don’t train.He can completely train by himself, and the high school league is not only team competitions, but also various individual competitions, he can definitely participate in individual competitions by himself!

Wouldn't it be nice if we could just keep playing tennis?

Yukimura accepted the loving pat from his seniors, turned his eyes to the clear sky outside the court, and smiled slightly, "Yes, it's really great to be able to play tennis."

Kingdom Three: Lihai Dynasty