Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 391 The Puppet Manipulator
"Sang Yu!!!!!!"

Both hands suddenly clenched the racket!

Boom——————

wow-

The tennis ball hit Ye Shan's back heavily, and a deep hole was dug out of the huge field, and the lingering light smoke was constantly rising from it, making a hissing sound.

Looking at the hole, Ye Shan's pupils tightened, and he hit back! ! !

"It's a lie!!!" The corner of Xiang Ri's mouth twitched, and Hitomi couldn't help but tremble because of disbelief: "How could it be possible to fight back?"

"Girls from Qingxue," paused, and continued with a low voice: "They are worthy opponents."

"Well," Feng Chotaro nodded, "it's really worth it."

"Tch, I'm so sorry." Shindo Ryo curled his lips, but those slender red phoenix eyes flashed approval.

"That kind of ball," Kirihara blinked his eyes: "It's impossible to hit it back?! And her hand is still..."

pat~
Beads of blood slipped from Sang Yu's arm and splashed on the ground, blooming into beautiful manjusawa. The unique bloody smell of blood permeated the air, with a sweet and bitter taste.The dark red spread on the arms, and it was painted crookedly into a strange picture.

"Ho~ho~" the girl buried her head and panted heavily, her long bangs covered her whole face, her voice was hoarse, "I can't lose, absolutely can't."

For this year, they waited for two and a half years; for this year, how much sweat they shed on the training ground; for this year, how much effort they put in; for this year, how long did they each expect; Day and night they train desperately, just for this year
But now, they are all standing on this court, and they are getting closer and closer to the national road. No one fails on the road ahead. Even Yagyu who lost his way and Arai who lost himself are closely following everyone's footsteps. , she doesn't want to fail, really doesn't
The person leading them——Sakura, was watching her from the bench next to her, and her teammates were also watching her from outside the fence, and Yagyu in the hospital also hoped that she would bring the victory back.

Victory, her unprecedented hope!
She doesn't want to lose, at least not before the finals, absolutely...not! ! ! !
"Do you still want to persevere?" Ye Shan said cold words, looked at Sang Yu who was facing him, and closed his eyelids: "Your arm has reached its limit."

"Limit? Huh," Sang Yu's mouth curled up coldly, his pale face had a look of forbearance and stubbornness that would never admit defeat, "Limits are meant to be broken."

"Really?" Ye Shan turned sideways slightly, "There is only the last game left, I will." His fingers trembled slightly, and suddenly, his pupils tightened, unexpectedly, there was no response
her body
Move. Not anymore.
"What? Can't move yet?" The corners of Sang Yu's mouth curled up coldly, his sea-blue pupils froze slightly, and a coquettish stream of light flickered in his eyes.

she.
Ye Shan's pupils trembled slightly, how could this happen?
"So."

call out--

The ball was thrown into the sky, accompanied by Sang Yu's stern voice.

"It's time for me next."

"Well, it's finally started," Goto gently pushed his glasses, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Puppet. Manipulator."

(End of this chapter)