The dragon and horse of the king of nets, please come into my arms

When Zhengxuan saw me like this, everyone didn't speak, but what he could see was that he would feel the loss of Yu's laughter and coquettish voice. . .

I changed my clothes and walked out, the sun hurt my eyes, I slightly blocked the sun with my hand. . , looking into the distance, a figure broke into sight. .

Ryoma is training, that familiar movement. .

I squinted my eyes and looked at him, he was really familiar, but I didn't want to break up with him, I hated him. .Because, hate him looking at himself with sad eyes, like looking at another person through himself, hate that feeling. .

Sitting on the chair blankly, my eyes began to diverge, looking into the distance, even I didn't know what I was thinking. .

Ryoma stared blankly at Yu bathed in the sun, with such absent-minded eyes, was it possible that Yu would look at him like this in the past. .

Looking back, Ryoma clenched the tennis racket in his hand, pulled the hat on his head, and walked towards the rain. .

It became dark in front of my eyes, I withdrew my eyes and looked at the person close at hand: "What's the matter?"

Ryoma showed a tugging smile and said, "Let's compare..."

I looked at the familiar smile and was a little lost. .

I stood up, looked at Ryoma a little arrogantly, showed a charming smile, and slightly parted my red lips: "Okay, don't deny it if you lose." After speaking, I winked at him playfully, and then took it The racket in Ryoma's hand. .

Ryoma looked at the person in front of him: at that moment, he thought his rain had returned.

"What's the matter." Withdrawing the expression just now, it was this kind of eyes again, as if looking at another person through himself. .

"It's nothing..." Ryoma withdrew his eyes, but he couldn't hide the sense of loss in his eyes. .

Ryoma lowered his head and came to the field. .

"I don't want to fight anymore..." I raised my head and said coldly.

Ryoma looked up at me in shock. "for..."

"There is no reason, now I start to hate tennis for no reason..." I turned around coldly. .

Walking past Ryoma, he said lightly: "I hate you even more... the way you look at me... don't take me as a substitute..."

Long Ma let go of his hand, and the racket fell from his palm: "Yu, I have always been you, but you forgot me..."

My body trembled as I went away, and I made a self-deprecating smile. I didn't answer, and continued to walk forward. .

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There are too few recommended collections, Mina is not good enough, ~~~~(gt;_lt;)~~~~ I am sad. . . .