Watching the racket hit the young man's slender arm hard, he rushed forward hard, but failed to block it in time. He squatted down helplessly and cried: "Tezuka..." The cold lines and stiffly stretched out fingertips could only be a helpless sigh.
Under the cherry blossom tree, the boy with creamy brown hair smiled, and then hugged the scarred girl tightly. Jinshang carefully wiped away the crystal liquid that did not belong to Fuji, and smiled: "Fu Er, you owe me another favor!"
Sweat hung on the tip of the light gray-haired boy's nose. Regardless of the eyes of Tezuka and Seigaku behind him, he crossed the tennis court, knelt down on one knee, held the boy's cold hand, and cried with a trembling voice: "Atobe..." The boy looked up, with an indifference in his eyes that she didn't understand.
On the rooftop, "Yukimura..." Looking at the familiar coat, Jinshang said softly. The handsome boy just stood behind her and smiled, "Don't be afraid,
I'm there. I know your badness, and I know your badness, so don't be afraid and step forward bravely!
Renzu looked at her making a fool of herself and smiled secretly, but she mercilessly made Renzu fall onto his back and whistled at Akutsu:
Hey, this is a real fight.
"Beauty, how about I make you some seaweed and pork ribs soup to replenish your health today?" "Ah? Oh." He nodded out of habit, but saw the little seaweed in his team.
Walk towards her angrily, woman! What did you just say? !
She smiled, and on the brocade, maybe it was destined to be that flower to be perfect.