[Net King] Fantasy White Night

In a blink of an eye, it is winter.

Bai Ye's hand injury has completely healed, and now he has resumed normal tennis training.With two or three practice sessions per week, his tennis has improved more and more, and his serving stunt "Ye" has also been further perfected in sparring with his teammates.

The winter break is coming soon.

Before the winter vacation, Minister Yukimura Seiichi suddenly fell ill, which made everyone panic. It was later determined that it was just a common fever and cold. After three days in the hospital, he recovered.

During this holiday, the training of the tennis club has been suspended for a while. After all, it is a "double festival". Christmas is a festival that everyone pays more attention to in recent years, and New Year is a traditional day for family reunion. It is natural for everyone to relax and celebrate when.

After the new year, less than a week before leaving school, the tennis club resumed daily training, but Bai Ye only attended the first day - his grandfather died suddenly in his sleep the night before.

The old man, who was free from illness and disaster, walked very peacefully.

Having just returned to Japan for the holidays, the Ito couple, who were about to leave, rushed back to the countryside of Saitama with their two children, and held a funeral with other brothers and sisters to see the old man off.

It was not until the day before school started that the Ito family returned to Kanagawa. Due to urgent business matters, the Ito couple had to leave Japan immediately.

After Bai Ye attended the funeral of his grandfather, he couldn't stay at home for some reason, and he felt a little weird... Empty—a feeling he was not familiar with.Putting on a coat casually, the boy walked out of the shrine and walked aimlessly on the bleak streets in winter.

The wind was fierce and cold.

The sky is cloudy, giving people a heavy suffocation.

Bai Ye stood on the beach, looking at the sea.

— Unknowingly walked near the school.

Today's water waves are a bit big.he thought to himself.

"Ito."

Very familiar voice.Bai Ye turned around and was a little surprised to see the person coming: "Hey, Liu, why are you here? Didn't you have no training today?"

Liu Lian'er walked to the boy's side: "School will start soon, some materials need to be sorted out."

"That's it."

Bai Ye understood, and turned his gaze to the boundless sea again, stroking the handle of the fan with his fingers once and for all.

"Are you okay?" Liu Lianer suddenly asked after a long silence.

Bai Ye glanced at him inexplicably: "I'm fine."

"Everyone knows what's going on in your family," the military division explained, "I'm a little worried."

Bai Ye raised his eyebrows: "It's worrying everyone, but there's nothing to worry about." His face lacked the usual peace, and he didn't even have the slightest smile. "Grandfather's destiny has just arrived." The indifferent tone gave off an extremely ruthless tone. Feeling, "Death is the doomed end for everyone, and it may also be the beginning of a new journey."

"Perhaps, the truth is like this," Liu Lian'er said lightly, "but for the living, the death of relatives and friends means permanent loss, so," Wei Dun, "regret and sadness are very normal emotions. reaction."

"Regret? Sad?" Bai Ye murmured and repeated.

"Yes," the military adviser stared at the boy's indifferent face, and hit the nail on the head, "It's just like Ito's current mood."

Bai Ye froze for a moment.

Speechless for a while.

After a while, the long-haired boy suddenly stretched out his hand, followed by a crystal clear snowflake, and said in surprise, "Is it snowing?"

Liu Lianer looked up at the sky: "The average temperature this winter is 3.7 degrees lower than the average of the previous five years. Snow is normal at this time."

Bai Ye followed another snowflake curiously.

"Ito likes snow very much?"

"It's rare." Bai Ye showed the first smile of the day, "I saw it twice when I was a child, and then I went to the United States. It basically doesn't snow in Florida."

In his previous life, he only existed for less than two seasons, so there are two things that he has only heard of and never had the chance to see with his own eyes--flowers that only bloom in spring, and snow that falls in winter.

"The climate in Kanagawa is mild and humid, and it doesn't often snow." Liu Lianji said, "But in recent years, there will be one or two games every year."

Bai Ye unfolded his fan, and used the fan to catch more and more dense white snowflakes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Go back to the school tennis court."

"what?"

"Rather than blowing the wind and snow here, it's better to play a practice match."

"Hey?"

"Let's go." The steadfast military division turned and left the beach.

As an ordinary member of the tennis club led by the three giants, Bai Ye could only obey his orders and keep up with each other's pace step by step.

Indoor tennis court.

Bai Ye took off his jacket, held a tennis racket in one hand, patted the tennis ball with the other, and stood outside the baseline: "I don't seem to have played tennis with you before!"

"Ah." Liu Lianer just said softly, "Serve the ball."

Bai Ye's current tennis skills are by no means the "basic level" of a few months ago. His current strength is enough to sweep away several promising quasi-finalists. It can be said that if it is not for lack of experience and weak tennis awareness, he Maybe be able to serve as the main election.

The serve is not a hallucinatory "leaf", but a very skillful high-speed ball with strong rotation.

——Obviously, such a serve would not be difficult for the Master of the Tachikai Tennis Club.

Bai Ye was broken without any accident. Although he expected it to be called the three giants together with Yukimura and Sanada, his tennis skills are not to be underestimated.

Liu Lian Er was more difficult than he imagined.

and……

I always feel that the opponent's offensive today is faster and more violent than when he watched the practice match before.

After Bai Ye lost four games in a row, his situation was already very dangerous.

The practice match with Liu Lian'er was even more difficult than when he played against Sanada.The opponent is worthy of being a strategist who has mastered all data, no matter where his ball hits, how fast or strong the spin is, how tricky the angle is...all of them are hit back one by one.

"Is this the only level?" Liu Lian Er stood in front of the net and asked flatly.

Bai Ye picked the tennis string, but he was not dissatisfied with being "provoked". It was his turn to serve again, and this time he decided to use the evolved "leaf" - tennis skills are gradually improved through repeated practice and continuous competition. You can't just rely on tricky serve moves to win the game. After all, any trick can't be perfect. Relying on a single skill will only hinder progress-but the situation is different now. Practice matches are also competitions, and competitions have to pay attention to winning or losing.

Bai Ye, who basically doesn't care about winning or losing, is a member of Lihai's tennis club. The king Lihai's request is that he must not admit defeat.

White night serves.

Again beyond his expectation, the opponent successfully counterattacked the first ball——"Ye" is indeed quite a tricky serving technique. In previous practice matches, Nioh, Marui, Kuwahara and Yagyu failed to crack this trick. one move.

The trick was broken, Bai Ye was surprised and curious, used this serve again, and saw Liu Lianer successfully catch the ball again.

"You're amazing." Bai Ye agreed with Junior Kelp's evaluation at this moment.

—Monster!

Liu Lian'er said calmly: "'Ye' is a good serve, but any technique has flaws, and your serve placement is limited." And he, who has completely mastered Bai Ye's data, as long as he judges the true placement Point, cracking this serve is not difficult.

Thus, Bai Ye, who had cracked his trick, lost another game.

Bai Ye brushed his sweaty forehead hair in a good mood, and sighed, "I haven't felt so tired for a long time."

Liu Lian'er's hair was also soaked in sweat, her breathing was unstable, and she was panting badly—maybe Bai Ye lacked skills and experience compared to him who had studied tennis for many years, but the other party had unparalleled athletic talent and absolutely terrifying physical fitness, Even if he wanted to push Bai Ye to a desperate situation, it would not be easy for him to do so.

but……

If Bai Ye can't break through, no matter how high the potential is, it's useless.

When Liu Lianer served the ball, Bai Ye suppressed her smile, her usual careless eyes revealed a sense of seriousness unconsciously.

As Yukimura said, Bai Ye has a terrible sensitivity to sports. He can pass every game and keep improving. Any mistake will not happen a second time.

Every round of the duel between the two was dragged on longer and longer—protracted battles were exactly the favorite tactic of the physically strong Bai Ye.

However, tennis is a sport that tests endurance, but it cannot only rely on the advantages of physical strength and endurance.

The score of this game has reached "40-0".

Wiping away the sweat stains on his cheeks casually, Bai Ye couldn't help muttering in his heart, if he continues with this posture, he will never even try to win the round.

"Hey, Liu," the long-haired boy looked at the person who was waiting to serve, and smiled, "I seem to have thought of another trick..."

Liu Lianer looked at each other calmly: "Let's try it."

The words fall, and the ball is thrown.

Watching the tennis ball flying towards the oblique corner, Bai Ye's footsteps changed rapidly, and the posture of holding the racket was a bit strange, with the handle crossing his left hand.

Liu Lianer's serve is extremely skillful, and even absorbed "Ye"'s technique, which is deceptive.

However, a young man who is good at illusion will naturally not be deceived by visual illusions, and the racket is instantly transferred to his left hand, making a very weird posture.

But Liu Lian'er recognized that it was a gesture of swinging a sword.

Bai Ye successfully played tennis.

The strategist, who had been drooping his eyelids, opened his eyes slightly, surfed the Internet quickly, and intercepted the yellow ball that suddenly appeared.

Flip ball.

Liu Lian'er turned her head, the tennis ball fell outside the baseline and bounced far away.

"Oh," Bai Ye tapped his chin with his fingers, "It's out of bounds."

"Again."

Liu Lianer walked back to the teeing area.

"The game is over," Bai Ye asked, "Do you want to continue?"

—Six to zero!Sure enough, as everyone said, the military division is the most unfathomable guy in the tennis club.

Liu Lian Er ignored the boy's nonsense and directly served a high-speed serve.

Bai Ye once again assumed the posture of swinging the sword, matched with the unpredictable footwork of his feet, and used his new trick to hit the ball back.

This time, Liu Lianer also slammed into the air, and the ball brushed the sideline and rolled out.

Bai Ye smiled: "It seems to be a little more perfect than before."

Not only did the return ball not go out of bounds, but also there was no obvious rebound, which meant that once the opponent failed to volley, there would be no second chance to counterattack.

Liu Lianer served again in silence.

……

The two of them served the ball one and returned the ball the other. After a long time of trial and error, Bai Ye finally mastered the trick of hitting the ball back.

"Have you decided on the name of the trick?" Liu Lianer asked.

The young man who felt so tired for the first time, tore away his sweaty long hair, sat cross-legged on the floor, with his upper body leaning against the wall: "I think about it... just call it," he paused, and said, "'Floating light' Bar!"

To the naked eye, the tennis ball only flickers when it hits the racket, crosses the net, and hits the spot, like floating light spots—to some extent, it is also an illusion that deceives the eyes.

Liu Lian Er nodded, and also sat on the ground, her breathing still hadn't calmed down, she had already picked up a pen and a notebook, and quickly wrote down.

Bai Ye held a towel in his hand, and held his cheek: "Hey, Liu."

"Ok?"

"Thank you for today." The beautiful young man raised the corners of his lips.

"what."

Bai Ye smiled lightly.

He actually understood that this usually indifferent and taciturn boy was using his own way to comfort... Maybe he was really sad.

Those words that I took the initiative to say, I took the initiative to invite you to play tennis...

Very gentle person.

"Ah, I think you and Xiao Guang are a bit similar," Bai Ye sighed with a smile, "Both of them have a cold personality on the outside but a hot personality on the inside."

——Maybe, this is the commonality of these teenagers playing tennis?

Liu Lian paused for a second-hand pen, and did not comment on his statement.

The author has something to say: The timeline of The Prince of Tennis has always been quite vague. The time when Yukimura fell ill and was hospitalized is not very clear. It should have been in winter.

However, this article adjusts the time of onset and fainting to be before the start of the third grade according to the needs.