Prince of Tennis fanfic, ALL surpassed, ending 1v1.
There is a line in ancient Chinese poetry: "I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with me, but it turns out that we are young." (From Liu Guo's "Tang Duoling") All the emotions we experience later are not as passionate and brave as when we were young. The more we no longer have, the more we long for it. I only hope that these young people we love can live brightly and love clearly during the time when they should be most wanton.