Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

Chapter 67

No words.

After picking up the ball, Marui Bunta patted it a few times and served again.

It was the same as before.

But the whole serving process was smoother.

However, at this moment, his pressure increased exponentially.

After all, before this, even though Kitagawa was beaten by the regular players of the tennis club of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School.

In the end, no one got a ball from him.

"Is that what I just think?"

After the tennis ball left the racket, Marui Bunta fell into a trance.

He kept repeating the words he questioned himself.

"It's coming, Marui Senior."

At this time.

Kitagawa, who had already appeared at the landing point of the tennis ball, reminded while swinging the racket in his hand.

Bang!

After the sound of the racket and the tennis ball hitting each other.

An arc appeared above the court.

The speed was not fast, but not slow.

And the target was the position in front of the net.

Drop the ball!

Suddenly woke up.

Marui Bunta didn't have time to think, and quickly moved towards the net.

Chi Chi~

Under the sudden brake.

The original two-handed holding of the racket suddenly changed to a single-handed swing.

Bang!

The next moment.

The tennis ball flew directly towards the right side of the pole.

Finally collided with the top of the pole.

Then it rolled towards the other side of the net.

Secret technique - hit the iron pole!

No doubt.

This way of handling is definitely a good way to deal with the current situation of both sides.

It may even cause some trouble to the opponent.

After all, even if he reacted, the speed of movement was also kept up.

It is still necessary to consider a series of precautions such as the racket touching the net like "walking on the tightrope".

"Senior Marui."

"Think about it carefully."

"Why do you call yourself a genius?"

"What does the word genius bring to you?"

"Only when you figure this out can you understand why you are stagnant."

Instantly.

A sunny face broke into Marui Bunta's sight twice.

And the racket in his hand was parallel to the net, and it was scooped from bottom to top.

The tennis ball flew over the net and flew towards the baseline.

High lob!

Classic short and high catch.

Snap~

The tennis ball landed directly.

Then it rolled out of the boundary.

Looking at the rolling tennis ball.

Marui Bunta lowered his arms, stood still, and was stunned.

Although he was in the light falling from the huge dome, he did not think that he was dazzling at this moment.

[Why... call yourself a genius...? ]

[Why do I think so? 】

[Or...what kind of person am I? 】

The backs of his teammates, his confusion, his difficulty in taking steps, and other emotions bound him like chains.

The quagmire under his feet seemed to pull him in completely at this moment.

Crunch...

The hand holding the handle of the racket tightened.

Tap... Tap... Tap...

Marui Bunta walked towards the tennis ball step by step.

He questioned himself with every step.

Why?

But when he picked up the tennis ball.

He felt annoyed for no reason.

The inner confusion even made him not want to continue the game.

"Sorry."

"Minister Kitagawa."

"I can't think of it, and I don't want to think about it anymore. I don't want to continue this meaningless game."

Finally.

All the complicated and chaotic emotions converged into escape.

After saying this, Marui Bunta, who had his back to Kitagawa, was ready to leave.

He just wanted to be quiet now.

"Marui-senpai."

"Genius is born, idol is acquired."

"In other words, the former is the starting line, and the latter is the signpost."

"And the connection between the two is a long quagmire."

"During this period, the only thing you can do is not to be confused, not to be anxious, but to move forward slowly towards the signpost under the bright light with bright eyes and patience."

"No one can achieve success overnight, and no one always boasts of having a good starting line."

Looking at the increasingly confused Marui Bunta, Kitagawa slowly turned around and walked towards the receiving area.

While walking, he spoke softly.

In fact.

Just as Kitagawa said.

Marui Bunta's problem has never been that he can't find the right way.

But the other party has no patience.

A patience to wait for qualitative change.

This point can be reflected not only in tennisCome.

In their daily life, it is even more vivid.

Step!

After Kitagawa walked to the receiving position.

Turned around, and spoke again with a burning look.

"Go and become an idol!"

"Even if it is extremely difficult in the mud, even if you are dirty in the end."

"When you stand in that bright light, all the silence in the past will be materialized at this moment."

"And at this moment, you are an idol, your own idol!"

The aftertaste echoed in this space covered by a huge transparent dome.

The lights, stars, and moonlight fell quietly, falling on the two of them, and on this tennis court.

With a slight throbbing in his heart.

"Go and become your own idol?"

Turned around slowly, raised his head and looked at Kitagawa.

Marui Bunta couldn't help but hold the tennis racket in his hand.

In his eyes, he seemed to really see the bright light that Kitagawa said.

The restless heart gradually calmed down.

A desire slowly emerged like a sweet spring.

"Is this... my... signpost...?"

Then.

A swamp that was so far away appeared in sight.

And he subconsciously looked back.

The shore covered with grass and flowers was not far away from him.

It was as if, if he chose to escape just now, he would be back to the starting point.

"Inhale... exhale..."

"It's really lame..."

As the saying goes, those who are involved are confused, while those who are watching can see clearly.

Anyone can fall into this vicious circle.

It's not that they don't work hard, nor that they go in the wrong direction, but that the heart that endures loneliness and cannot get immediate feedback is restless.

After a self-deprecating remark.

Marui Bunta held the tennis ball he picked up, closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and slowly opened them.

"Minister Kitagawa."

"I'm going to be serious next!"

"Don't be defeated by me!"

With bright eyes, he said loudly with a smile.

Then he walked to the serving area.

"Then come on!"

Seeing that Marui Bunta finally let go of his worries, Kitagawa also smiled.

The moment the voice fell.

A tennis ball was thrown into the air.

Accompanied by a crisp collision sound.