Doomsday Madman: The Prince of Tennis

There were only the two of them left in the empty and silent space, and Sanada's voice was so calm that no emotion could be heard: "Today is the last match."

That's right, today is the last game.So do you want to know the result of the game or want to watch the game in person?Or... is it finally time to take action?

After the previous change, everyone is guessing how this person will treat Naruo Inaba?Ran Torimaru once also guessed in his heart, but when he actually faced Sanada, he couldn't get a glimpse of any thoughts from him.

Sanada took the initiative to speak. He thought he could get a glimpse of the other party's intentions from it, but after a simple statement, the other party fell silent again.

If the big space fell into a strange silence again.

After waiting for a while without hearing the other party's voice, Torimaru turned his attention to Sanada who was sitting behind the desk,

In nearly three years, the last trace of youthful arrogance and arrogance on the other party's body has completely retreated, and the whole person shows a calm and introverted temperament that surpasses ordinary people. It seems that such a man has nothing to make his emotions float. On the surface, it was spied on by others.

However, in such a long silence, although the face of the other party is still unsettled, those eyes are as deep as the sea, and what is even more surprising is that hidden under those dark pupils is a mixture of excitement, apprehension, Pleasure, restraint... Emotions are surging that are so complicated that they are hard to describe.

The moment the four eyes met, Sanada lowered his eyelids and said lightly: "You can go." All the eyes were hidden under the eyelids and could no longer pry.

Ran Torimaru just left Jikong with astonishment and bewilderment.

Sanada sat alone in the office, and no one could know the uncontrollable sense of contradiction surging in his heart.

There is no day and night in the submarine laboratory. For him, every injection of the dragon gene stock solution is the beginning of a new day. Every time after a long fight, he calms down and digests the new power in his body. It was his rare time to immerse himself in memories as he wanted, and it also became the motivation for him to endure every pain in that dark laboratory.

At the beginning, I kept telling myself that every time I injected the magic dragon gene stock solution, I would recall the past days, and I would see him when I had finished recalling the year since we met.Memories became a book in his mind. When he turned the pages and finally recorded the parting page, he realized that he still couldn't get out and couldn't see him, so he started the book again from the beginning. read it again.

Perhaps it was from that time that he allowed the darkest and craziest thoughts in his heart to spread like crazy weeds, just like Mingyang said that he was not an honest person in the first place.

Even he himself was unwilling to face up to the trace of fear hidden in his heart.From the moment they met, it was doomed to be moved and also doomed to worry about gains and losses hidden deep in his heart.He always seemed to be timid in front of this person, afraid that he would not be the most perfect look in his heart, afraid that he would not be able to protect him, and even more afraid that he would leave him one day.

In the past, he always buried this shred of timidity and he didn't want to admit it, but now he thinks that it doesn't matter even if he becomes what he doesn't like, because even if he doesn't like it, he won't let him go, even if he tears the upright Masquerade becomes unscrupulous.

At that time, he always thought that the day when he regained his freedom, he would immediately imprison that person in a place that only he knew, no matter where he was or what he was doing.

But when he really came out of that dark laboratory alive, when he mastered a power stronger than that person, when he saw that person running around on the court sweating profusely During the training, he realized that no matter how crazy and despicable the thoughts in his heart are, the ones who really put them into practice can only be dealt with gently.

When you really love someone, you will become crazy and paranoid because you worry about gains and losses, but at the same time, you will always keep that careful tenderness.

Compared with the days when there was no freedom in the submarine laboratory, now it is more like a kind of torture, because obviously as soon as he walks out of the extreme space, he can see the person he wants to see, but he suppresses not to see him, because he knows his own nature too well, Once you see it together, it is impossible to let go.

The national competition championship is like an ultimate goal. Perhaps because the anticipation is too bitter, when this day comes, there is a sense of contradiction at a loss.

Even he himself didn't know why he called Torimaru Ran who had been with Naruo all the time. Maybe it was just the urgent and uneasy feeling in his heart that urgently needed a vent, but when he really saw Torimaru Ran Sometimes I suddenly realize that some things, even if they are explained clearly, what outsiders don't understand still don't understand, and what they don't understand will never understand.

Sanada sat alone in the office, as time passed, the obscure emotion in his eyes was finally suppressed into a bottomless calm.

Kyoto, Wangjiang Gymnasium.

The two wins and two losses were evenly divided, pushing the atmosphere to the peak. Even when the last singles game was about to start, all the audience followed the rhythm of the cheerleaders and shouted for their favorite team. Thousands of people called together The sound can almost overturn the entire venue.

When Atobe appeared on the court, the atmosphere on the scene was even more boiling. It seemed that he was born to survive in the applause and attention of others.

Ming Yang raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at Atobe: "You are still so popular."

"Huh? Who do you think I am?" Atobe's white fingers caressed the tear mole on the corner of his eye, and his gaze became extremely sharp in an instant: "I have never beaten you in so many games, but I won today. It will be my uncle."

"Oh? Uncle's evolution this year is indeed remarkable, but I won't lose now." Ming Yang's smile faded, and a vigorous fighting spirit appeared in his black eyes.

If Naruo’s tennis became stronger because he discovered the fun of tennis, then Atobe’s tennis is the toughness tempered by liking it to the extreme.

Compared with middle school, their tennis has faded away from exaggerated moves and precipitated a thick and sharp essence.

There are not too many gorgeous tricks in such a game, and there is no astonishing technology, because all the understanding and technology of tennis have been integrated into the seemingly ordinary sparring.

Looking at the two people on the court, the scene changed from the hustle and bustle before the game to quietness, because even a layman can understand from this game that it belongs to the most exciting performance in this field.

This game has transcended the category of high school students to become a wonderful duel between professional players.

The level of these two people has even surpassed most professional players and became the existence at the pinnacle of the tennis world.

Yukimura, Tezuka, and Ryoma sat in the front row with the best viewing angle, looking at the two on the field, their eyes were full of appreciation and pride besides eagerness to try. .

Not everyone who loves tennis and has a talent for tennis can keep going on the road of tennis, just like Atobe and Naruo, they are destined to give up tennis one day, but as long as they still hold the racket for a day, they It can make them the target of others and make everyone proud of them.

For the onlookers, the meaning of this game is no longer between victory and defeat, but for the two parties, "winning" is the reason for their swing.

Even if the clothes are soaked in sweat, the palms of the rackets are worn out, and the footsteps are as heavy as lead, no one will give up until the last moment.

Yukimura looked at Naruo on the court, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, and sighed in a low voice: "I didn't expect him to do this in order to win the game. It's not like Zeng Jin's Inaba who didn't even want to take a racket. Instead, it looks like Sanada back then." He said, turning his gaze to Tezuka, "In order to win against Sanada, who even lost his legs, he continued to fight."

When Yukimura mentioned Sanada's name, Tezuka and Ryoma were taken aback. Although they went their separate ways after entering high school, they still kept in touch with each other, but Sanada didn't even hear from each other.

But now seeing Naruto on the court, they seem to understand that he may be waiting for Sanada's return in this way.

Sweat rolled down from his forehead and soaked the corners of his eyes with a tingling sensation. Mingyang stretched out his arms, and his elbow also felt a tingling pain.

In the past three years, no one except Atobe has been able to force him to this point.

If it was in the past, he couldn't even imagine that he would struggle in every possible way on the court, because for him, the only way to survive is to be desperate. Tennis is just entertainment, so there is no need to work hard.

But there are people who would rather lose their legs for a club event than to win.

He is that kind of person.

If he is still on the field now, he will never take a step back unless he falls to the ground.

Naruto tugged on his sweat-soaked sweatshirt, raised his eyebrows and looked at Atobe: "Master, why don't you decide the outcome with this ball, and I'm afraid you will run out of energy if you continue to fight."

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about? Will I be exhausted?" Atobe's hand holding the racket trembled slightly, and every time he swung his shoulder, he felt a tingling pain.

To say that in the past two years or so, the person who has fought the most time must be Ming Yang. Although he has never won against him in official competitions, it is the first time that he is as difficult as he is now.

The light yellow tennis ball was twirling in Mingyang's palm, and Mingyang smiled and said: "Since one ball is not enough, then hit a few more balls." The yellow ball was thrown up by Mingyang as soon as the words fell, but when he swung the racket However, it changed from the sharp style of the past. The moment the net surface touched the ball, it seemed to have been removed from the force and became extremely soft. The ball seemed to have lost all the violence and sharpness and became light and light, not like a tennis ball but like a tennis ball. A balloon floating up and down in the air usually carries a creepy supernatural feeling.

Whether it was Ming Yang in the past or the current Ming Yang, his tennis style has always been fast, heavy and sharp.Although in the past, he played a weird ball like a shadow, but it was also achieved through strong ball control and changes in fast and slow rhythms, but now this ball has a mysterious taste no matter how you look at it.

Atobe's eyes became extremely sharp in an instant.

Swing and catch the ball.

The ball played again is still the same.

There was a murmur of discussion outside the arena.

This is the first time in the entire game to see such a show-like style of play. Many people speculate whether it is because Naruto finally became anxious because the game lasted for a long time. That's why he played this kind of ball that went against his usual style.

Ryoma stared at Ming Yang's serve for a while, then murmured to himself, "So that's what happened."

There was a smile on the corner of Yukimura's mouth: "Spin and slice. Although his style has always been sharp, he has a machine-like precise ball control ability as a backing. He wants to use subtle spin and slice techniques to completely change the way of the ball. It's not difficult."

"It's easy to see through his ball with Atobe's eyesight." Tezuka said quietly.And now that the tiebreaker has been reached, the two seem to be on par, but anyone who knows them well enough can see that Atobu is obviously more exhausted, and his arms are already under a heavy burden.If you continue to fight so hard-to-hard, it will be Atobe who can't stand it first.In this case, it is indeed surprising that Inaba changed his style first.

The spectators outside the arena had their own guesses and doubts, but Atobe, as the person involved, understood his purpose of doing so better than anyone else.

It is precisely because he knows that his arm will be injured if he continues to fight, that guy wants to make a quick decision.

Atobe snorted softly, and said in his heart that this guy is so arrogant that it makes one's teeth itch. Do you think that changing the style of play can make me lose quickly?

Although Naruto was so angry with his teeth, he knew that the balls played by the opponent seemed to be the same, but there were subtle differences in each ball. This difference was very subtle, even so subtle that it was difficult to detect.

Atobe wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his eyebrows frowned. He found that every time he returned the ball, his movements became slower, as if he could not use his strength, and the ball seemed to be floating in the air without landing. Of course, I know that it is due to the visual misleading of the rotation of the ball, but the instinctive reaction speed of the body when catching the ball will also be affected by this visual misleading.

Atobe feels that his movement of catching the ball is getting slower and slower, but in fact Naruo's serve is getting faster and faster. The impact of the subtle change of speed and rhythm on Atobe is like an invisible thick fog that is constantly swallowing It depends on his body reaction speed and conscious judgment.

Ryoma outside the arena stared at it for a long while before suddenly saying: "It's quite a trick! This is not easy to deal with."

"Inaba is good at changing the rhythm, and as he himself said, he is also a technical stream. As long as he thinks, he can control the opponent with gorgeous ball control. If it is the beginning of the game, Atobe's strength will definitely get rid of it. This kind of erosion, but now..."

Yukimura didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already obvious.

This is indeed the case, even if Atobe is good at protracted battles, there is always a limit to a person's physical strength, not to mention that he is fighting with Naruo, a monster who does not seem to be tired. bigger.