[Volleyball] Please, please give me a mole with tears and bright eyes!

There is a meeting of wind and clouds in a corner of the table tennis room.

The intense action gradually attracted the audience. When Shimizu and Dongfeng entered the arena, they found Sugawara's stumpy hair standing in the busiest place, and they looked closely—Kong, who was wearing a yukata in the center of his line of sight, was talking barefoot with others Hit the ball, hit the ground and score a point -- unbelievably nimble.

"11:5, Kong wins the first game, exchange venues." Yusuke Kimura, who acted as the scorer, turned the game to 1:0, and his heart was churning. At first, his doubts about the conflict between the seniors were completely suppressed by shock at this moment— —It's really too strong.

A layman watching the excitement may think that Kong Wenlu's movements are agile and appropriate, scoring cleanly and neatly, but he knows how difficult it is-the serve, ball control, and speed are all Zhang Chi so fast that he is just ahead of Takeda-senpai .

In two years, is it possible to achieve this level? !

It is more intuitive than magazines and guesses, the sense of oppression that can only be felt when you are on the scene, the skin with goosebumps... trembling.

"Okay, that's amazing..." Dong Fengxu stood beside Sugawara in a daze and sighed, together with the whispers of the onlookers, Jiezi also nodded in obvious surprise.

Mr. Shuang Lang touched the back of his head with his left hand, which was not holding his girlfriend's clogs, and nodded to express his honor—but his mind was elsewhere.

This time, I should be able to solve that heart problem, and... the temperature in the eyes of the junior student who kept the score——

As if aware of his scrutiny, Kimura looked back at the light-haired boy who had a close relationship with Senior Kong before the start of the match. Sugawara responded with a straightforward smile that is harmless to humans and animals. After just a few seconds of handover, Kimura Yusuke sadly looked away. , Attention returned to the second round of the game.

"Hmm...!" Takeda conceded a backhand to the opponent's vigorous counterattack.

"out, 1:0, hole."

Feeling her shortness of breath, Akane Takeda raised her wristband and vigorously wiped her sweaty neck, gritted her teeth unwillingly, and continued to serve.

Kong Wenlu can use her racket—both of them are double-sided reverse glue penhold racquet cutters. One of the basic requirements of this style of play is speed, and she is also a fast-attack type in the front line, and her defensive range is close to the table. It is reasonable A game of similar level should be smooth, fast and pleasing to the eye...

But now!It's like being played by the other party in the palm of his hand - it's too shameful!

After two clear shots back and forth, Kong Wenlu turned sideways slightly, and his arm was almost out of shadow, and he drew a spinning ball that flew straight to the corner.

The juniors of Tsujido's table tennis club were dumbfounded when they saw Takeda-senpai jumping over from the other side of the table.

"2:0, Kong. Rotate serve."

The current situation is that Akane Takeda, who is fast attacking in the front line, is suspended in the middle and rear and runs back and forth. Suppress the leader of the Tsujido Women's Table Tennis Club to this point.

3:0

4: .0

……

Feeling that the muscles are almost active, the tall girl stepped back with her right foot, stretched her arms to lead the racket, kicked the ground, turned her waist and swung the racket forward, and hit the high ball with her forehand——

7:0

"Who the hell is the other party?" "Chinese? Isn't she so strong and evil?" "Still barefoot..." "I know I know she used to be from our school!" Tsujido recovered from the shock The students asked about the third grade one after another. Of course, the seniors were awkward and difficult to answer. A few of them joined the table tennis club from middle school and knew Kong Wenlu. The various grievances and grievances behind the transfer of Kong Wenlu, the daughter of team coach Tsujido, to another school.

Discussions from the outside world are not in the ear at the moment, and Kong Wenlu's heart is like still water.

Swinging the racket in her hand, she calmly looked at the panting girl with twin ponytails on the opposite side of the table, feeling a little bit suddenly enlightened.

What she was afraid of before didn't seem to be a big deal.Winning, letting go, it turned out to be such a simple thing.Those impurities, those thoughts, those unfathomable hearts... It turns out that as long as you play the ball, all of them will be solved.

Professionalism and emotion are not compromises or concessions, but just... I finally realized that I can't force it.

The difference is too big, do not conspire with each other.

Those vaguely guessed reasons for being betrayed were submerged in the pain of puberty breaking through the cocoon, and the bondage of bondage suddenly fell down.

Akane... I can't let you go anymore.

Kong Wenlu turned her head to look at Xiaozhi, Dongfeng, Jiezi, the classmates who cheered her up...and the 40mm diameter ball lying in her hand again.

The crisp sound still resounds——

"11:1, Kong won the second game, exchanged venues."

Sugawara relaxed his shoulder line, and at the beginning of the third round of the decisive victory, even his junior level could see that Kong Wenlu was completely free to play, without the deliberate feeling of overwhelming the opponent before.

Relaxed like this but missed a few balls.

"2:3, Takeda."

Zhai Lu picked up the ball, and didn't care much about the backward situation. After thinking it through, she was relieved physically and mentally. On the contrary, Akane Takeda felt chills all over when she saw Kong Wenlu was about to serve with a smile - she always knew What kind of player is this ex-friend.

Athletes who naturally love to play may not be the strongest, but they must be the best.

Not to mention the natural barrier between talent and mediocrity - Kong Wenlu is the strongest here and now.

Takeda's careful counterattack did not play the role of paving the way for a smash. The spin ball bounced close to the table in the house green half. Kong Wenlu stepped back at the first instant when the ball touched the table, bent over simultaneously, and bent one knee and the other Stretch sideways to lower the center of gravity, shoot obliquely like a hunter lurking in the jungle, and rub out the bullets.

The ping-pong ball curved in the space outside the table and flew to the opposite side, and landed lightly on the sideline - Takeda stretched out his racket to intercept it, and the audience watched the ball gliding on the table like a ghost - it didn't bounce!

Everyone was shocked! !

A ping pong ball that won't bounce? !How can it be? ! !

Just like a sports cartoon in the science fiction department, the scorer Kimura also stayed for a second for the zero-bouncing ball, which was obviously not within the technical level of high school students, and secretly analyzed the senior's superb ball-touching skills.

There are also many people who are shocked and discuss with the refreshed world view, and take out their electronic equipment to take pictures or even shoot.

Dongfeng Xu felt a chill——Sugawara Takashi next to him laughed so hard that his head was black, and seeing someone take out his mobile phone made him black, Dongfeng looked at the ceiling with trembling eyes—don't look at me, I can't see it ...

Zhai Midori called a timeout, looking annoyed at the hem of the yukata that had been loosened due to the big action just now, revealing the long white and straight legs that challenged his boyfriend's nerve toughness.

Kiyoko Shimizu thoughtfully stepped forward to help her tidy up her belt and hem, and the game resumed after a short break.

Now the score is 3:3, and the wall of people outside the table is blurred. Even the hotel staff came to see the excitement.

……

After 15 minutes, the scoreboard was 11:4, and the dust settled.

Akane Takeda stuffed a towel and water bottle in a vacuum around her, her bangs covered her eyelashes, and she didn't raise her head until there was a racket in front of her.She stretched out her hand to pull it—it wouldn't work.

"Why? Let go! I admit defeat, okay?" Takeda stared fiercely with red eyes.

Kong Wenlu felt very strange, in the past three years together, she had never seen Akane Takeda show weakness, let alone cry because of winning or losing a mere game.Akane Takeda is always confident and proud, not annoying. Even before that betrayal, she was a very loyal friend. She was assertive and responsible, and gave a lot of care to Kong Wenlu who had just arrived in a foreign country.

Why is this... After all, Zhai Lu was a little curious.

"...can you give me a reason?" Seeing the younger generation of Tsujido poking their heads, Zilu changed his Chinese halfway: "I also guessed the reason, but I want to hear the reason why you did that... just treat it as a good get-together and break up .”

Akane Takeda shuddered slightly, she still remembered the agreement when they taught each other their mother tongue, learning Chinese would allow them to say secret signs to other schools in a fair manner... in the old days when they were still fighting side by side.

The shorter girl frowned and smiled wryly, and replied in Japanese in a low voice, not answering the code: "There are so many reasons, it's just not suitable."

Domino is not suitable to build that friendship line, because of the flaws in my life, I can't bear to stay with you who is too different-I will always be out of balance, we are not suitable to be friends.

"That's it..." Zhai Lu narrowed his eyes and let go, and the racket was taken away. "You...don't owe me anything anymore. The sorry is offset by your care for me in the past and the lesson you taught me." She took a step back and piled up a slightly melancholy smile: " Let's clear up, a...Takeda, goodbye."

She speeded up step by step, and returned to the waiting group of relatives and friends. The once tangled Qian-colored lines and green lines were untied at the back of her head, and they parted ways.

As far as the eye can see, Xiaozhi smiled and pointed at the freshly baked couple, Dadi and Daogong who had just returned to the team and held hands shyly, and Jiejiang waved to his friends angrily.

So Zhai Lu suddenly felt peaceful and warm.