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Chapter 72 Memories of the Pink Racquet

"Do I understand?"

Looking at Yoko Okino who returned to the room, Xia Qiu was a little bit dumbfounded, but didn't speak.As he held the racket carefully, his demeanor seemed to become a lot colder in an instant.

'It's not that I've given up on tennis, it's that I've stood high.Although what happened, I never gave up tennis, it was just sad. '

'Because, there has never been anyone in this world who can beat me in tennis. '

'And those who can be my opponents, those old friends and opponents, from the moment I came into this world, they are not in this world at all. '

Xia Qiu said in his heart, he felt a little sad suddenly.Because he has already come to an end on the road of tennis.At the peak, he has no opponent at all.

Although something did happen back then, the people from the past are gone.At the same time, the feeling of standing on a peak and seeking defeat alone is also born from this.

"This is……"

Suddenly, looking at the pink racket in his hand, Xia Qiu suddenly remembered something.By the way, this is my sister's racket.

Although it looks a little old, but due to proper maintenance, except for the brand new atmosphere, many places are almost the same as the new ones.

I vaguely remember that when I was young, my sister was very curious about his black racket, but he never let anyone touch it.It seemed that that was the first time he made his sister cry.

Later... Later, she seemed to be angry with him. She didn't talk to him for many, many days, and she left early and returned late every day. She didn't know what she was doing.

At that time, he was a little curious, but he didn't care too much, because at that time his heart was only tennis.

Until, until that day, when his sister appeared in front of him with this racket, he didn't know that...it was because of this racket that my sister went out early and came back late for so many days.

I bought this racket for myself with the money I saved from delivering newspapers for the adults in the morning and picking up junk at night.

At that time, although his reaction was very cold, it was also the first time that he knew that...in his sister's gentle heart, there was always a strong sense of self-esteem and resilience.

Later, after seeing that he didn't respond, my sister never touched the racket again.

Since then, Xia Qiu has never seen this racket.I thought this racket should be gone by now, but I didn't expect that my sister had been collecting it all the time.

Now that the racket appeared again, Xia Qiu couldn't help but think of her red-eyed and aggrieved appearance when he yelled at her at that time, the appearance of she was about to cry but had nothing to say, and she could only cry behind her back in the end , Xia Qiu felt sour in his heart.

Thinking of this, he clenched his racket and came to the door of his sister's room.

"elder sister……"

Looking at Yoko Okino who was making the bed as usual, Xia Qiu's sadness turned into emotion, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

"what happened?"

Yoko didn't notice the change in Xia Qiu at all, and asked as usual.

"It's nothing." Xia Qiu realized that the words that had reached his lips suddenly became uneasy, "It's just... the racket, at that time... At that time, sister, I... I'm sorry."

"is it?"

Yoko paused suddenly, then turned to look at Xia Qiu at last, and said with great relief, "I've forgotten about that matter a long time ago. As long as you don't take it to give away."

Hearing this, Xia Qiu's heart warmed, and he was relieved at the same time. He was also a little curious and puzzled, because it belonged to his sister, how could he give it away?
"Because, this is a 'Valentine's Day' gift from my sister." Looking at Xia Qiu who was a little puzzled, Yoko smiled and said.But the words "Valentine's Day" were omitted, which only sounded in her heart.

'Sister, don't worry, I will cherish this racket. 'After returning to the room, Xia Qiu held the racket tightly.

And the moment his mind and palm brushed over the entire racket, he grasped and understood everything about the racket, including every detail.

In the end, between the racket and Xia Qiu, a flesh-and-blood connection was born, as if commanding by an arm.

...............

The next day, before dawn, Xia Qiu appeared on a certain remote tennis court in the suburbs.In this idyllic countryside, compared with the city, it has a different style.

However, although this tennis court is remote, it is a bit dilapidated, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is abandoned.Not only is the ground potholed, but even the fence that separates the inside and outside of the field has rusted, but the net is clean.

It's just that, even for professional players, it's impossible to practice on such a venue.But Xia Qiu didn't care, because he used to practice here many times.

Bang bang bang bang... bang bang bang...

Not long after, on this almost abandoned tennis court, the sounds of countless rackets and tennis balls hitting were heard one after another.That's the sound of rackets hitting tennis balls.

That was Xia Qiu playing, but if you look carefully.You will find that on both sides of this tennis court, the people fighting each other are actually Xia Qiu!
On the left and right, both of them were actually Xia Qiu himself.And the expression is so serious and focused.

Unbelievable!

And, what's even more frightening is that every swing of his racket is too fast to be seen.Even tennis is like this, because the speed is too fast, you can't see the shadow of the ball at all.

It can only be judged by the sound, knowing that he swings more than once every time in an instant, and more than one tennis ball is hit by his swing.

This is summer and autumn tennis!

Finally, Xia Qiu stopped when the hazy sky completely dissipated and the light of morning rose on the land.

When he stopped, more than a dozen tennis balls were scattered on the ground with a sound of breaking through the air.And there are only two Xiaqiu on the court, and there is only one left.

"call……"

Finally, Xia Qiu let out a long breath.And because of the weather in the morning, the exhaled breath turned into white mist, but it felt like it was condensed and not scattered, very long.

clap clap clap...

At this time, a burst of applause came from far and near.

Hearing the sound, Xia Qiu immediately recovered from the state of tennis concentration, and at the same time looked at the applause.An old man who was about 70 or [-] years old came over.

"You are...that old man Inoue. I didn't expect you to be alive. It's been a long time." Xia Qiu was taken aback for a moment, and then said in surprise.

The old man in front of him is the administrator of this field and the owner of this field.He met him when he was a child.Because he often practices here.

"Yeah, it's really been a long time." Seeing Xia Qiu, the uncle named Inoue also looked happy, "However, your kid's words are really annoying."

　In daily life, there will always be some memories about the protagonist himself.If I always write the text, case, case, and case again, it would be more interesting to just watch Conan, right?

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