Why is the salted fish social animal like this?

222.

In Lihai University Tennis Club, Yagyu and Nioh are practicing against each other.

This is their third set of fixed-point pulls today.In the first two groups, the weight was added to the wrists and ankles, and in the third group, the two people took it off.

"King Ren, be careful not to slump your shoulders, tighten your core, and send your strength out!"

"Yagyu-kun, pay attention to the compensation of the arms! Pay attention to the strength of the back and calves!"

Wearing glasses, the petite Ji Shanying stood next to the two-person court, writing and drawing with a pen and paper.He stared at the two of them for a while, and said: "Go and take a rest after practicing this group, King Ren still has some cardio training, don't overdraw too much."

Nioh Masaharu responded with a gasp, and drew back the ball hit by Yagyu Hiroshi - when he was out of strength, he swung the racket, and the ball went out of bounds without accident.

Ji Shanying had obviously left, but a voice came from an unknown place: "King Ren's muscle control needs to be improved, but don't overdraw it too much!"

Nioh Masaharu pushed his hair back, and the words "Don't overdraw too much" came from all directions, and he shouted in despair: "Why don't you know how to exercise! The two people brought back by the manager are too devilish!!! "

A few days ago, Nanako Yagyu suddenly came to Lihai University Tennis Club with a large bag and two people behind her.Because it is the summer vacation now, there are very few people on campus, only the tennis team volunteers to be able to avenge the shame of the Kanto competition for the national competition——

From eight in the morning to five in the evening, all staff will practice extra.

Ever since Nanako Yagyu got into trouble with the members last time, she didn't care much about the amount of practice.Everyone in the tennis club is also very knowledgeable about current affairs. When Nanako Yagyu is around, they won’t train themselves until they lose their memory (I’m talking about you, Akaya Kirihara, look up) or faint (I’m talking about you, Nioh Masaharu, look me in the eye), or a muscle tear (I'm talking about you, Genichiro Sanada, don't press the hat).

So at this time, Nanako commanded several bodyguards to move the bag into the office room, and she unpacked it together, muttering as she unpacked, "I'll tear your muscles apart one more time, and I won't be called Nanako Yagyu."

——Yanagyu Nanako moved the medical rehabilitation area of ​​her hospital here.

Not only that, but also brought two postdoctoral fellows from Dongda University.When the two greeted everyone, they were very humble: "We are just academics who study motor nerves and muscle tissue. We don't know much about tennis. Please bear with us."

——As soon as the words fell, the two seniors rushed several people into the department room, and conducted a new round of physical examinations from grip strength to sitting posture, from blood sugar to bones.That night, most of Lihai’s staff were left behind by two high-achieving students, and they underwent tests such as standing on one foot in a strange way. These simple exercises that were not noticed on weekdays made them suffer a lot——

In short, truly "customized" exercises.Among them, Nioh Masaharu and Kirihara Chi have also become the focus of attention of the two seniors.Nioh was pressured to carry out cardiopulmonary training and at the same time the intensity of training was strictly controlled, which was unspeakably miserable; Kirihara Chiya was another scene, he was pressured to practice less and meditate more.

I don't know when it started, Kirihara Chi has also undergone great changes.

It seems that it started when Yukimura temporarily went to the hospital, and the semi-finals of the Kanto Tournament, which was turbulent and panic-stricken, or even earlier, when Nanako asked him "Huh? Is he going to win the Kanto Tournament?" when Tachikai was training in a hot spring.

The boy's curly hair sticks to his cheeks, and the Adam's apple and collarbone seem to flow with gurgling streams.Two months into the first year of high school, he has grown a lot, with a thin and slender torso, lean but muscular arms, and thin and lonely ankles——

A silent young man, with burning blue eyes gleaming with ambition.

He has already done three sets of hanging crunches and three sets of jumps. The boy shook his hair and wiped the sweat from his eyelids with his elbow. He was about to pull the ball on the court when he was stopped by the tall doctor.

"Kirihara-kun, don't be too tense~" It was Yuma Ehara, another postdoctoral fellow at Tokyo University who spoke.He was very tall, also wore glasses, and had a curly hair combed back.This person looked a little oily at first, but Nanako knew that this person was a genuine medical genius, and his observation skills and brains were not at the same level as ordinary people like her.

Jiangyuan squatted down, put his hand on Kirihara's heart, and said in a persuasive way: "The human body is a very complicated instrument, and it cannot withstand such consumption." The big back poked Chi Ye's trembling chest and abdomen again, and the thin boy "hiss With a jump, he opened the distance, but was held down by Jiang Yuan's shoulder.

"Recklessness, venting—out of control is not going to get you what you want."

Jiang Yuan meant something, he took the little boy who only reached his chest to the rest area, brought him a sports drink with a suitable temperature, and helped him unscrew the bottle cap with his own hands, and smiled softly: "Little boy, if you have any troubles Tell me~ Whether it's sports or love, I'm willing to listen to seniors~"

Kirihara, a scumbag from elementary school, opened his eyes that were empty and domineering, and very rudely "cut" at the postdoctoral senior of Dongda University, and turned his head out of the window.

Outside the window, Nanako and Liu were standing together to check the accuracy of the newly moved instrument data.At first she could understand, but when Ci Shanying came over, Liu and him became more and more involved in chatting, and she gradually couldn't understand...

Sad, Nanako Yanagyu.Your brain is not on the same level as Liu's.

Nanako looked around and saw Sanada and Kuwahara practicing duel.Sanyuan was stimulated because he failed to play in the Kanto competition. Now he and Sanada are yelling at the burning flames; He didn't say a word, and carried them all down; Nioh Masaharu and his brother were still in love and killed each other, and at some point, they took on the burden at the same time...

That's great, everyone.

I really want to win.

I really want to win.

With an inexplicable sadness, Nanako took a group photo of everyone on the tennis court.She stared at the photo for a while, looked around the venue, and looked at Kirihara, who was drinking in the studio.

Kirihara Chi also saw that Nanako turned her head and looked at herself with a happy smile like "Look, I found you!" She raised her phone and took a photo of herself.

The curly hair on Xiao Hai's head became stiff, and he was put into the phone's photo album with a silly face, and his fingers holding the drink were clenched tightly.

A snort came from the side, and Kirihara raised his head angrily, staring at the overly familiar big backed head.Jiang Yuan Yuzhen propped his chin, and looked at him with a smile.

"Ah, here she is." Jiang Yuan said.

Nanako walked from the tennis court to the club studio. She lifted the gauze curtain that was used to prevent mosquitoes from entering the room in midsummer, and walked beside the two of them.

Jiang Yuan handed a bottle of sports drink to Nanako, who took it with a smile.

"Sorry, it's too hot in summer, you have worked hard on field tours and arranging the amount of training."

"Where, we rarely have access to the number one athlete in the country."

The greetings between the two seemed a bit uncomfortable to Kirihara Chiya, he got up from his chair, stood up and said, "I'm going back to training."

His blue, bright eyes looked at Jiang Yuan and asked him, "Can I go to practice now?"

Before Jiang Yuan could speak, Nanako stopped him behind him.

"Akaya." Nanako's voice is soft and sweet, whether it's greetings or coaxing, as long as she shows a gentle and harmless look, when her eyes look at you with a smile, no matter how false the words are, people will believe them.

"I seem to owe you an apology, Chiya."

"Feel sorry."

— Obviously she did nothing wrong.

——Obviously I have been playing my temper.

——Whether Yukimura left the team to go to the hospital, or when she faced malicious slander on the Internet alone, she was the one who supported the whole team and survived the most difficult time.

Kirihara faced the table and Yuma Ehara, and Nanako was on the right.The girl's apology seemed to be a switch. The finger that touched the cool drink bottle seemed a little too cold. The taste of the drink just now was just right, but now there is a bit of acid in the mouth. Obviously, the living room is so empty, why is the air so thin?

Kirihara Akaya suddenly pushed the chair back under the table.The chair and the ground rubbed against each other so loudly that his whispered "I'm going to practice" was almost inaudible, so Kirihara lifted the curtain and ran out.

"Ara, it seems even more sad."

Jiang Yuan didn't expect to see such a good show, he looked at Nanako with indescribable expectation and banter, and only saw the girl's calm and distant profile.

Nanako looked down at Jiang Yuan, showing her usual good-natured smile. She shook her phone and said, "I'll go to Tokyo to report to our minister. A coach who looks like a fairy suddenly appeared in the team. He will be very happy."

Jiang Yuan also laughed, his eyes were hidden behind the lens, "Is Yukimura Seichi? I really want to study his physical condition."

What he said was weird, Nanako seemed to understand but didn't understand, she smiled softly, "Then I'll take my leave first."

The girl left the studio, and the man with the back of his head propped his chin and chuckled softly: "Ah, it's not a love story between a boy and a girl."

223.

Nanako Yagyu was going to Tokyo by train. On the train, she received a call from Yuta Kurobe.Nanako hesitated for a while, but still called Yukimura's parents.

224.

Tokyo Private Tennis Club.

Yukimura changed back to his usual sportswear. He lost some weight, but wearing sportswear made people feel very energetic, full of vigor and vitality.

Kurobe stood hesitantly opposite Yukimura. He was older than these boys, but his personality was not very mature.Just now he answered quickly, but now he hesitated again.

Fortunately, he told Nanako Yagyu and his team doctor about the situation, and then hung up, fearing that they would disagree.

Regarding the desire to play, Kurobe Yuta should be the one who understands Yukimura Seiichi best in the world.He used to think of the fall of Iwadera and his longing for Iwadera in countless sleepless nights, and he couldn't refuse Yukimura Seichi, who was in a similar situation.

"Don't even think about giving me a ball! The moves are too ugly!"

Yukimura knocked back Kurobe's flat strike neatly. Yukimura hadn't kept up with the amount of exercise in the past two days, but his skills were still there—from Kurobe's point of view, Yukimura's skills showed signs of qualitative change.

——The more he thought about it, the more desolate Kurobe felt.

"The face is too ugly!"

Yukimura shouted.His physical strength is draining a bit fast, but holding the tennis racket is like holding the whole world, and the sense of strength flows from the palm of the hand that is in contact with the handle to the whole body.

——What, isn't this very sentient?

Yukimura looked at his palms, arms, and wrists from the corner of his eye, laughing at their sudden vibrancy and sharpness; he used "Phantom" with ease, and Yuta Kurobe, who was on the opposite side, fell back into the world woven by Yukimura .

——No, that wasn't the original beautiful and hazy illusion. Kurobe Yuta clearly saw the ball and knew to reach out to catch it, but he couldn't feel the pleasure of the collision between the tennis ball and the racket.He hit the ball back with experience, and suddenly fell into darkness.

The court is no longer a court, but a reflection of one's own heart.In the darkness, Kurobe saw Iwadera Basuke kneeling on the ground with arms folded.He recalled that Yan Temple taught himself his unique move "Whale Fall" without reservation, but he was not able to win the subsequent games with the enthusiasm of Yan Temple Whale Fall.

The stadium was then like it is now, big, barren and dark.After losing, what are you thinking about? ——"Fortunately, I didn't invite Rock Temple."Kurobe's breathing became more and more rapid, and he shook his hands, froze unavoidably in this fear.

"What is this?" Kurobe stood in front of the net. He once thought that it was God's punishment for his mediocrity and lack of achievements. From a certain point of view, Yukimura Seiichi's ball did have such power.

——This is my recent little innocuous experience.

Yukimura jumped up and hit Yuta Kurobe's feet with a smash.

225.

"It's ugly! Kurobe-kun! Catch the ball!"

Although his physical strength declined rapidly, Yukimura Seiichi's spirit was extremely high.This pleasure of long drought and rain made him completely unable to put down the racket in his hand, his throat was burning hot, as if he was being hooped around his neck, the more he lacked oxygen, the more he had to run in strides, as if he was competing with fate——

If anyone was born to play tennis, it's me.

If I couldn't play tennis, I wouldn't be Seiichi Yukimura at all.

——I would rather die on the field.

Yukimura hit the ball at Kurobe Yuta's feet again with paranoid loneliness, "Move me! Kurobe Yuta!"

"The past is long gone! Get up and play this game with me!"

Kurobe Yuta moved his fingers as if struggling, and his brows and eyes were full of uncontrollable hostility, "You little bastard..."