The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

As for the older group who were in charge, although they were unwilling in their hearts, they were really exhausted both physically and mentally at this moment.

No matter what strategy is used, it will be easily seen through and resolved in the most labor-saving way. The entire game is almost under his control of rhythm.

Until the very last moment, until they were defeated, they never gave up fighting back.

When the whistle that ended everything sounded, the two exhausted people looked at each other and smiled with a complex expression of helplessness and bitterness.

I see, first graders are definitely not an easy job.

The final results were announced:

"The game is over! 9 to 1, the first-year team wins!!!"

Holding the rackets tightly in their hands, Ikawa and Oyama looked at Hiroki and Totsuka who were hugging each other excitedly. The loser and the winner, separated by a loose net, were two extreme worlds, smiles and unwillingness, the difference between heaven and hell.

This was a crushing defeat. Even after trying their best and using all their tricks, they could only win one game from that pair. This result was even more devastating than the loss in the Spring League, and the blow was more far-reaching.

Because they lost to their classmates. It was understood that the two people in front of them had just started learning tennis not long ago, but they lost to them so easily.

Without any mercy or warning, it failed as a matter of course.

Why, it fails?

Why can't these feet move as they wish...

There are many balls that can be saved, if you catch those balls

People always wait until the results come before they start to regret, look for reasons, and seek solutions.

The two heads bowed deeply made the members present unable to bear to look any further and turned away.

Failure is the most painful scene.

"shake hands."

Hiroshi spoke to the two people who were in silence. His short words were like the ball he hit, without any drag, clean and neat.

stare!

The two seniors in front of him, like ghosts, raised their heads at the same time and glared at Hiroshi fiercely.

So much so that Totsuka, who was standing next to him, was startled by the sudden movement and shrank behind Hiroki.

I was defeated. I was severely punished by this brat who had only trained me for a few days. It was really a blow to me.

Has too much leisure really made my muscles age? I'm only in my teens but my ball hitting is like that of an old man.

The two turned around and ignored Hiroki's outstretched arm, pushed the door open rudely, and walked out of the stadium.

"Really boring……"

Hiroshi murmured as he shook his outstretched hand but received no response.

However, it seems that the goal has been achieved.

If I had to explain why, it was probably because Hiroshi saw a deep sense of reluctance in their eyes. Someone with that kind of expression proved they wouldn't give up tennis easily; it was a sign of their love for the sport.

As they walked off the court, one after the other, Oyama looked at Oikawa with some concern. Although he was disgruntled at the loss, his friend's attitude was the most important thing. As the undisputed number one in the tennis club, being ruthlessly defeated by two newcomers was even more painful than losing in an off-campus match.

"Hey, Iwa-chan." Looking at the scattered clouds under the blue sky, Iikawa Hotaru's voice was much lower than usual. "...I will definitely not lose the next game...never!!!"

Hearing his words, her worried expression instantly changed to one of shock, her pupils subconsciously dilated, and she stuck her head out to repeat the question.

"The next game??!"

so

What answered him was the determined look of looking up at the sky. The familiar expression made him know that the old him was back.

In the spring league, they suffered the most painful defeat. The third-year seniors at the time were disheartened and left the club to Oikawa. Although Oikawa, as one of the contestants, was also deeply shocked, he had to carry the bleak club.

Organize training and practice competitions.

However, the shadow of the previous failure was so deep that the enthusiasm of the subsequent members for training was greatly reduced. Then came the first-year students' withdrawal from the club. In the end, the tennis club was left with no one available.

The third-year students' withdrawal, the first-year students' mass withdrawal from the club, the second-year students' laziness, he didn't know when it started, but the thought that it would be fine without any effort occupied his mind, and the last spark of hope was extinguished.

A year passed in a daze, and the old members of the club became third-year students. Therefore, many of them quit to prepare for the exams. The strange atmosphere made the new first-year students feel awkward and uncomfortable. When this dissatisfaction accumulated to the extreme, it exploded.

Freshmen named Gokoro Hiroki and Totsuka Ayaka challenged the two so-called strongest men and ruthlessly woke them up from their confusion.

She bit her lower lip tightly, held her head high and tried hard not to let the tears fall.

I haven't experienced the feeling of failure for a long time, and I haven't felt the strong feeling of sweating and longing for victory while playing for a long time.

"Hey, Hotaru." He stared blankly at his right hand, which had held the racket not long ago. As the person in front of him, who had called his name, turned back to look at him, this man, as steady and resolute as a hill, smiled like spring snow melting. "As expected, I love tennis the most."

"Pfft." Seeing his best friend's expression change so strangely, Iikawa Hotaru laughed out loud without any image. "What is that? It sounds so lame, hahahaha"

"You guy!!!"

The cool lines were ruthlessly overturned by the best friend, and even the best-tempered person would be angry and embarrassed.

He pretended to reach out and grab the idiot who was seeking death in front of him, but he dodged it nimbly with a smile.

As I laughed, I found myself getting wet by the warm water.

The 1.9-meter-tall man burst into tears under the blue sky.

"Dashanyan! We can't lose the next game again!"

Sobbing and grieving, an emotion called unwillingness surged in my heart.

"Ok!"

His fist pounded on his chest, and Dashanyan's expression returned to a solemn and resolute expression.

"We can't lose any more games from now on. No matter who our opponent is, I, we, must win!!"

Looking at his best friend crying in front of him, he said and swore this in his heart.

The end of August has passed, and a new chapter is about to begin.

This chapter can be regarded as the ending of this little drama. I feel that it has been coded. The emotions of extras A and B should be expressed more clearly. I wonder if you guys enjoy reading this chapter (:f).

Chapter 79: Hiroki Gogen’s Blessing Under the Night Sky

"First graders, don't be lazy. Remember to clean up the playground after the activity."

The tennis club, which had been like a deserted fish, finally regained its vitality and started its daily training.

After practice, the seniors packed their bags and headed home. According to club tradition, the first-year students were responsible for cleaning the court. Since there were fewer newcomers this time, by the time they were done cleaning the vast court, the setting sun had been replaced by a bright moon.

After waving goodbye to her classmates in the club with a smile, Ayaka Totsuka wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked at the quiet stadium under the street lights, and let out a sigh of relief.

The club finally seems to be getting a bit serious today.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile as if a burden had been lifted off my shoulders. Everything will slowly get back on track from today on.

"That's great! All the efforts I made before were not in vain."

Having said that, it wasn't just his own credit that helped the club's seniors regain their spirits.

"That's really helpful, Hiroki-kun."

As he softly recited the name of the figure in his memory that was as scorching as the sun, the lines on his face became softer.

"Are you thinking of something good, Totsuka-san?"

A gentle voice came from behind him, followed by a familiar warmth slowly approaching. This warmth and this voice made Totsuka turn around with wide eyes, opening his mouth and looking at the person who came in somewhat helplessly.

"What's wrong, Totsuka-san? Does that look on your face mean you really don't want to see me?"

Reflected in her pupils were his tall stature, broad arms, and that wicked smile on his face.

"Haohao Shujun, why, why are you here?"

A flicker of delight passed through my heart, like the taste of honey on the tip of my tongue. The streetlights enveloped their skin, and his dark eyes, swallowing the light, became even darker, drawing my gaze to his face. A furtive glance sent my heart racing. I slowly shifted my gaze, slanting my gaze towards the road, muttering.

The two of them walked side by side as usual in the morning.

Totsuka, fresh from club activities, was still drenched in sweat, glistening beads of water clinging to his healthy skin. His V-neck tracksuit was unbuttoned, seeking a cooler temperature. When Hiroki turned to look at Totsuka, he could just glimpse the flat plain through the gap. Inexplicably, the damp Totsuka seemed even more alluring than usual.

Just like that, under the falling night, the two walked side by side. Their eyes would vaguely meet, and then they would immediately look away. The atmosphere became a little subtle.

Looking sideways at the lush trees along the road, Hiroshi tried to change the subject and the atmosphere.

"Well, the tennis club's training has resumed as normal today. Congratulations! Your wish has finally come true. You can now play tennis with peace of mind."

"Well, the seniors have regained their energy and are all super awesome." She seemed to want to brag in front of Hiroshi, but after looking at Hiroshi's face, she closed her mouth as if she thought of something.

Because Hiroshi who is with him is the strongest.

"Thank you, Hiroki-kun."

That moment felt as if it had just ended. Time and again, he delivered powerful counterattacks, snatching point after point from the powerful seniors. He hadn't felt it yet under Hiroki's wing, but it was during the afternoon training that Totsuka truly witnessed the strength of his seniors. And from this, he could also indirectly understand Hiroki's strength.

If Hiroshi hadn't helped him, he would have failed long ago. However, the emotion surging in his heart at this moment was definitely not gratitude, but something even more wonderful.

This is probably what is called friendship. Sweating together on the same field and working hard for the same thing. For Ayaka Totsuka, this kind of feeling is the first time in her life.

He had no opinions of his own since childhood and his weak character led him to go with the flow and never accomplish anything successful before. But now, he and his friends have accomplished something very meaningful together.

Someone who takes the initiative to lend a helping hand when you are in desperate situation, ignites the fire of hope amidst despair, and provides timely assistance.

On the one hand, it is to practice a basic movement hundreds of times every day with great seriousness.

On the one hand, they are confident and fearless in the face of such a strong and powerful older group.

On the one hand, there was Wenrou who came over specially because she was worried about Totsuka being alone in the club.

"Hiroshi-kun is such a good person, in every sense of the word."

Looking at the stars in the sky that were gradually glimmering, he crossed his fingers behind his back and said with a smile.

"Hey, you're giving me a card all of a sudden. First of all, Totsuka-san, you're a boy."

"What does it have to do with whether I'm a boy or not? Besides, don't call me Totsuka Totsuka, even though I'm calling you by your name."

"But I feel so shy with this real change of person." Hiroshi scratched his face with his fingertips and coughed lightly a few times.

"So, Ayaka-san."

She raised her beautiful thin eyebrows slightly, puffed up her face and jumped in front of Haoshu, bending over, shaking her head and waving her hands.

"No, no, no, please remove the classmates."

Looking at Caijia with sparkling eyes, the scenery overlooking was inexplicably charming. She looked sideways at the distant sky and murmured softly.

"Ayaka."

Two streams of white air blew out of his nose, and Totsuka asked with a joyful tone, dancing and jumping around excitedly, raising his hands.

"Come on, come on, you're a boy, why is your voice so soft?"

How dare you say that to others? You are also a boy, why are you so cute? Hiroshi only dared to complain silently in his heart.

"Ayaka."

This time she omitted any words and just looked at Hiroshi with her sparkling eyes, her eyes saying everything.

"Ahhh, I know, Ayaka! Ayaka! Ayaka! Are you satisfied, you little idiot?"

It wasn't annoyance, just a simple complaint. The guy in front of him had a satisfied expression, his emotions written all over his face. At this moment, his face was filled with joy.

This guy was fooled by the language.

It became like this after just a few words. This guy's happiness index is really low. He is such an easily satisfied guy.

With a twitching mouth, he reached out his hand and rubbed Totsuka's cute little face in front of him hard.

"Hey, wow wow, what's happening all of a sudden, wow wow wow"

"Because happiness becomes two happinesses when shared, so seeing Ayaka so happy, I want to be happy too."

Totsuka Ayaka no. Tragic

"Oh? Wow wow, really? Then please continue."

Don't trust others so easily, you idiot. Hiroshi couldn't help but laugh at the silly answer, and the kneading action slowly turned into a gentle caress.

He gently lifted Ayaka's face, and this time the two of them finally looked at each other.

"Hey, Ayaka, smile happily like you did today."

Wrapped in the moonlight, the two shadows gradually stretched and finally merged into one.

Chapter 80 Gokogen Hiroki shares happiness