"Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

That person is still gloating!

"You are a person,"

Atobe Keigo endured the severe pain, put the center of gravity of his body on his right foot, jumped high, and vented all his anger in the return of the ball.

"It's so annoying!"

snort!

A protracted war! That's exactly what I want!

Boom——

Boom!

"Atobe, 187 to 187!"

Even Irie Kanata couldn't help but start to pant.

"Why? What on earth makes your blood boil?"

Atobe Keigo.

He kept repeating the name in his mind.

Shocking? Shocking.

Are you surprised? Not really.

Everyone on the sidelines silently watched Atobe who was determined not to give up.

Fuji Shusuke lost his smile and whispered in a daze: "Atobe..."

At this moment, Atobe Keigo, who fought to the last moment and refused to give up, had a serious face.

For a moment, his figure overlapped with that of Tezuka Kunimitsu.

Atobe Keigo swung his racket with all his might each time.

Tired? Tired! He wished he could lie down right now and sleep forever, regardless of any noble manners.

Does it hurt? Yes!

The young master has never worked so hard before.

But, Tezuka...

The responsibility you shouldered in the past, turns out...

It's such a heavy thing...

Kanata Irie wanted to end the game as soon as possible. He didn't want to see Atobe neglecting his health like this again.

"This ball is over."

His ball was stubbornly caught by Atobe.

"it's over!"

once,

"I said, it's over!"

Once again,

"Didn't I say the game is over?"

"I see, that's quite a realistic acting!"

Atobe Keigo ran forward with all his might.

Kanata Irie was startled: Did he guess that I was going to use a short ball?

In this case,

He raised his hand and threw a high lob!

Kirihara Akane couldn't help but say, "It's over... How did Atobe still have the strength to jump up again?"

To everyone's surprise,

Atobe Keigo jumped high again.

He roared, struggled, and ran: "I will definitely abide by the agreement between us, Tezuka——"

He caught the ball with all his strength and swung it out.

At this moment, he no longer had the energy to pay attention to the angle of the ball. He had already used up all his strength to hit the ball back over the net.

The boy in the blue and white school uniform standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus suddenly looked up in the direction he came from.

The phoenix eyes beneath the lenses are long and narrow, with waves surging in the eyes that last for a long time.

Jingguang held the railing tightly, trying his best to restrain himself from rushing out!

I could only watch my brother fall into the corner!!

His teeth were clacking.

"Why, is this the end?"

Irie Kanata stood in front of the net and asked with a faint smile.

Looking at Tezuka who had fallen into coma, he did not move at all facing the tennis ball flying high over his head.

The tennis ball hit the ground, bounced up and fell down again.

Snap——

The racket fell to the ground.

Irie Kanata raised his right hand and slowly pressed his left shoulder.

"I'm really scared of you. My shoulders...can't be lifted anymore."

"Really, this is a wonderful game."

Due to Atobe's coma, Irie was unable to compete, and the referee ruled: "Since both sides were unable to compete, this match is declared invalid."

"In the team shuffle match between Court 3 and Court 5, the record is two wins, two losses and one invalid, so the next singles match will decide the winner."

"Get out of the way, let me take over!"

Kijujiro stopped all the junior high school students who were eager to play, picked up the racket and stood up.