Wang Wang's dream color

The night is darker, and the dim and soft halo is slightly yellowish, making it easier for people to be swept away by tiredness.

From time to time, a few files full of text were drawn across the screen. Chu Ming moved his finger slightly, and a webpage popped up. After a while, a list that was constantly being updated appeared, which was a ranking table showing various data.

He swiped the mouse to browse through the ranking table, and the dense real-time data was beating all the time, showing the statistics and personnel lists of active and large events around the world.

This is the ranking statistics of underground tennis players around the world. All players who have participated in heavyweight competitions will be included in the statistics. The dimmed names are players who have not participated in underground competitions, and the lit ones are players who have already started to participate. The personnel of the underground black race.

Some names have been active recently, while others have remained in place for a long time.

Everyone's game results will be updated with synthetic data and entered into the table to accumulate ranking points, which will be fully updated every twelve hours, and there will be small data fluctuations at any time.

Chu Ming took a few glances, his eyes fixed on the data of the top [-], and many names he was already familiar with were included in it.

The line of sight moves from time to time, and a large amount of data synthesis and analysis floods into the mind.

He was meditating, but suddenly he was interrupted by a strange touch on his back from time to time.

In the extremely silent space, the restless small movements of the people around him really cannot be ignored.

Stopping the work at hand, Chu Ming slightly turned sideways, looking at the girl who was leaning behind him and had already fallen asleep in sleepiness.

Shanze curled up on the sofa in the corner where he was sitting, from time to time he rubbed his head against the waist of Chu Ming who was hugging him consciously, and a few words of nonsense came out of his mouth, as petite and slender as a cuddly little Shrimp.

Squeezing the corners of his eyes, Chu Ming's weary eyes shone with a smile, this girl.

After closing the computer, he gently took away Shanze's hands around his waist, turned sideways and hugged the little man in his arms, got up and walked towards the bedroom.

"elder brother..."

The girl in her arms wrapped her arms around Chu Ming's neck habitually, her whole body nestled in the familiar atmosphere, her gentle and coquettish tone was extremely soft.

"hug..."

A few steps into the bedroom, Chu Ming tried to put the person in his arms on the bed, but as expected, he watched Shan Ze hug him tightly and refused to let go, which made him angry and funny.

"Brother... don't go..."

Chu Ming listened to Shan Ze's half-grievance and half-coquettish nonsense, took off his glasses and lowered his eyes, looking at the girl who was nestled in his arms, he still sighed and softened his heart after a while.

Turning off the lights, Chu Ming lay on the bed with his clothes hugging Shan Ze, and kissed Shan Ze's slightly frowned brows where the gentle moonlight passed by, his eyes were golden and soft, which was not visible on weekdays.

"Good night, my dear."

A low sigh, surprisingly lingering... Against the moonlight in the room, it is slightly blue and still warm.

Like the brief and unconsciously tense breathing space between successive storms, Sakura passed through a few days of peaceful daily life like a transition, simply attending classes and training, but still can feel the non-stop approaching in these calm times. The wind and rain are urgent, and the breath is sinister.

It was lunch break time, and Echizen had already disappeared as usual, and Tomoka sat in his seat, focusing on caring for his friend who had become more and more abnormal recently.

"Sakura, Sakura?"

Vigorously shaking his hands in front of her eyes, Tomoka finally summoned back the soul of Sakurano who was wandering in the sky.

Facing Sakurano's gaze back from the window, she pursed her lips unconsciously, always feeling that the deep light in those eyes was a bit strange when she came back this time.

"Why are you always in a daze when you come back this time? Is it because your injury hasn't healed yet and you feel uncomfortable?"

Rao had many questions in his mind, but Peng Xiang suppressed them one by one without asking, but the worry in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

"I'm fine, just thinking about something."

Shaking her head slightly, Sakura lowered her eyelashes, and calmly pulled out the finger held by Tomohyang, her voice was calm with a slight lingering warmth.

"In a few days it will be the rematch of the trials. I was notified, so I was thinking about it."

"Oh, you are going to close the game then, right?"

Momentarily distracted by Sakurano's words, Tomoka didn't notice her small movements, and her face was full of pure joy.

"Sakura Nao is really amazing. You made it to the semi-finals so smoothly. I really can't see that you have such a talent for playing tennis!"

The girl in front of her had no gloomy eyes, only pure happiness and kindness.

Sakura is slightly lost in thought, and her gaze, which has been saturated with many colors, seems to see a darker and deeper distance through Tomika's chirping and cheerful voice.

"Well, they all say I'm talented."

She heard her own voice, which was different from the resentment many years ago, and also different from the deliberate innocence at these times. It was the real voice of hers, shallow and obscure.

"So, I'm going to win."

She smiled slightly, facing the familiar face of pure joy, she seemed relieved but also determined, the snow melted and the fog disappeared, leaving only a light smile, hiding her edge and accepting her edge.

"Squeak..."

Hearing the sound of the iron door being pushed open, Echizen didn't look back, and was still lying down, with the hat on his head thrown aside.

He tilted his head to look at the magnificent sea of ​​flowers on the wall. At some point, several places in the painting that were deliberately left blank have been re-drawn with a few strokes, which are blurry, but vivid and beautiful.

"I heard that you have received the invitation letter for the US Open, congratulations."

Sakura glanced at the painting on the wall, then sat down next to Echizen, and in a good mood, she threw the hat that was thrown aside in a mischievous manner to cover Echizen's face, with a faint smile in her voice.

"I'm still hesitating."

Echizen's voice came from under the hat, muffled.

"Is it because it conflicted with the national competition?"

The tone was almost affirmative, and Echizen didn't make a sound, which was regarded as acquiescing.

Sakura paused for a moment, removed the corner of the hat on Echizen's face, and met his clear and unruly eyes that were still hidden like snow.

"Whatever you choose is your own choice, but, Ryoma."

"Maybe go and have a look, maybe you will find the answer to your confusion."

"That is a battlefield where the strong are like forests. If you stand firm, you will also be strong."

Echizen raised his head, looking at the deep and bright eyes in the faint voice.

"Here is your obsession, but it will not hinder your dream."

"You dream about getting stronger, don't you?"

"Ah."

After a long time, Echizen closed his eyes, ending this heart-wrenching silence.

A cool touch fell on his eyes, Echizen felt the warmth of the palm of the person beside him, and heard her chuckle for no reason.

"why are you laughing."

"It's nothing, I just thought, soon I will follow in your footsteps to the other side of the ocean, and return to the place I haven't set foot in for a long time."

In that response, there was a bit of nostalgia and a trace of determination.

"A friendly match? Or an open match?"

"Maybe both, maybe more."

"Or maybe, I just want to face the disaster that I have put aside for many years."

"There are obsessions... mine."

In that voice, lingering and murderous intent blended and overflowed.

Listening to Echiqian, I feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Have you heard of Bai? The person who confronted you that day."

He removed his hat, and saw Sakura who had already retracted her hand sitting on the side, resting her head on her lap, her lazy posture was like a resting cat.

"Hmm... I haven't encountered it before, but."

Sakura didn't move, her eyes were slightly squinted as if she was letting go.

"The branches of 'Ghost Skull' are spread all over the world, attracting players from all over the world to move around. The general meeting is very special. There are only seven people, called 'Seven Demon Kings'. Three of them have the highest status, and the four who rule them are The most core core composition of 'Ghost Skull'."

"The seven people have their own code titles. Except for the three supreme founders, the next four people will undergo changes, once every ten years, and the successors will inherit their respective titles. It has been changed to the fourth generation so far."

Echizen listened to Sakura's lazily explaining sentence by sentence, but he could hear the dormant hatred and malice in that trace of laziness.

"As far as I know, Bai was once one of the candidates for the successor of the 'Four Demon Kings' selected and cultivated by the 'Ghost Skull'."

"used to be?"

"It seems that he chose to betray the organization when he won the final candidate contest. His real fame also began at that time. It seems that he has been hiding his strength in the 'Ghost Skull'."

"I already had a problem at that time, and I came to Japan soon, and I missed the beginning of his activity."

"The beauty is dumb, the strongest in this generation."

"It's a coveted compliment."

Sakura laughed softly, her eyes flickered with ridicule.

"That's why he has been coveted by blood-sucking insects."

"The successors, are the four identified?"

Frowning, Echizen's mind flashed, that perverted devil with dazzling blond hair in the skin of an angel.

"It can only be said that there are currently four tentative successors."

"There are more than one candidate. There are many. They were selected and cultivated by the 'Ghost Skull' since they were young, or they are extremely talented seeds recruited from all over the world."

"The four winners in the end are the final successors, and they cannot be determined until the last moment."

"It's not long before the final duel, heh."

"Are these things easy to know?"

Hearing this, Echizen was a little stunned, only to see Sakura turned her head, with a hint of malicious sarcasm in her light smile.

"Of course, in the underground, these are the sources and streams of money settled and wealth rotation during the season."

"'Ghost Skull' gathers scattered golfers to fight on the field, pursues the perverted strong, and kills every hostile opponent."

"And the competition for their own successors is even more brutal and mercilessly killing each other."

Every time he said a sentence, his tone became lighter, Sakura squinted lazily, and the light curve of the corners of her lips was indifferent.

"Every fight is followed by the audience and the world's attention."

"In that world, blood makes people excited, greed makes people intoxicated, and the pursuit of the strongest is the only law."

Echizen stared blankly at Sakurano with a slight smile on her face, but her usual tone was full of vicious sarcasm.

He listened, as if he could smell the blood dripping from that decaying world.

But for some reason, Echizen's eyes flickered slightly, leaving aside the malice and sharpness, he could hear... a bit of piercing sadness from Sakurano's words.

"You, hate them?"

Self-taught, Echizen at this moment, blessed to the soul.

Startled, the corners of Ying Nai's mouth curled up, and her eyes shone brightly, revealing a radiance that didn't reveal a trace of haze.

"Correct."

The momentary smile was indifferent, she said every word, reflecting the warmth of the afternoon sun, it was too dark for her eyes.

"The pain of cutting the heart, the hatred that covers the bones."

"An unshakable hatred."

"Dragon Horse."

With a jump in his heart, Echizen watched Sakura stand up, and his whole body fell into the shadow of the backlight.

I could only hear the indifferent voice with residual warmth resounding at the moment when the light source was reversed.

"Be stronger."

"Many people are waiting for us."

The moment she pushed open the door, she turned her head, and the dark eyes in her eyes showed a trace of warmth under the sunlight.

Hate, so he drew his sword and bathed in blood without hesitation.

Love, so the star falls and the light does not extinguish the original heart.

The sun is warm and the night is long.

Echizen stood up slowly, raised his head, revealing those clear and unruly eyes hidden under the brim of his hat.

The author has something to say: finally breaking out of the siege, the fear of being dominated by ddl is too hopeless.

Next, I will work hard to code and code.