Chapter 53 Glory
“Game over. 5:7.”
"Rikkai University wins!"
The last ball hit the net hard and rolled to Tezuka's feet. His body was like a suddenly collapsed wall, and his racket fell to the ground.
Almost at the moment the referee announced the result, Kazama rushed into the court and helped the person to the sidelines. Coach Ryuzaki put his hands on his hips and shouted, "Hurry and get the cooling spray!"
"Yes!" The others woke up as if from a dream and began to act in a hurry.
Although he already knew that the injury was serious, when he faced the wound up close, Fengjian's eyes suddenly turned red, and the tears that had stopped falling began to fall again.
"......Feel sorry."
Tezuka's voice was like a sigh falling on his head, but it carried a great weight. Kazama didn't look up, but wiped away his tears with his sleeve, his voice muffled, "President Tezuka, what are you apologizing for... I just didn't cry because my eyes were irritated by alcohol."
Tezuka was silent.
"Well, I mean, I don't know who was crying so hard just now," another voice suddenly sounded. Gen suddenly popped his head out from behind Tezuka and stared at her playfully. "He was crying so hard."
"Really?"
Fuji looked at this side with great interest, and Kikumaru and Oishi also came over with smiles.
Her face flushed with anger when her thoughts were suddenly exposed. Feng Jian puffed out his cheeks and glared at her fiercely, "I already said it was the sand that blinded you."
"Eh," Yuan tilted his head and pretended to think, "But didn't someone just say it was caused by alcohol? How did it turn into sand again?"
Fengjian choked and suddenly clenched the cotton ball in her hand. Before she could stand up, Yuan had already dodged behind Gan and made faces at her.
A muffled groan was heard in the air. Kazama belatedly lowered his head and realized that he had pressed the cotton ball heavily on Tezuka's wound. His face immediately turned as red as a steaming kettle.
"I'm so sorry, President Tezuka!"
Tezuka adjusted his reflective glasses and turned his face away, "It's okay."
Fuji glanced at Tezuka's red earlobe and smiled without saying anything.
While everyone was playing around, the second doubles match had already begun, but unexpectedly ended in a stalemate.
First, Senior Inui's data tennis ball failed, then Kirihara was demonized by Kaidou's snake ball, and then Senior Inui was beaten to a pulp by Kirihara. If it weren't for Kazama stopping Gen, the opponent might have rushed onto the court long ago.
In the end, Qingxue withdrew because Gan collapsed due to serious injuries.
"Chiba..."
Just as Fengjian came back to his senses, Gen's figure had already chased out, followed by an anxious Kaidou, and they both disappeared at the entrance.
"Seigaku has already lost two games. If it's Fuji-senpai in the next game..."
The rest of her words were interrupted by Feng Jian, "Fuji-senpai will not lose," she stared at the court, the summer breeze lifted the strands of hair on her forehead, revealing her deep blue eyes.
"He's a genius at Seigaku."
"4:0, Qingxue takes the lead."
Kazama turned her head to look at the opponent's court. Yukimura was sitting in the coach's seat with his arms folded across his chest. His purple hair was blown away, revealing his clear eyes. Even though his opponent won four games in a row, he remained calm. He even turned around and smiled at her when he noticed her gaze.
The uproar beside me pierced my eardrums, "He actually turned into Tezuka..."
Fengjian withdrew his gaze and looked at the field again. Fuji's face also showed a rare look of surprise.
The originally good situation was tied by the opponent in one breath.
"As expected of the genius con man Niou," Oishi said in a low voice, his hands gripping the edge of the stands. "I never thought this match would turn into a duel between Fuji and Tezuka."
"Oishi, have Fuji and Tezuka ever competed before?" Kikumaru asked.
“Almost nothing.”
Kazama stared at the notebook, which clearly recorded the school ranking competition in July. The last game was between Fuji and Tezuka. The score of "6:7" was like a needle piercing his eyes.
"If Fuji can't defeat Tezuka, it will be difficult to win this game." Kawamura was worried.
Fengjian clenched his fists: Senior Fuji, please make sure to win.
"4:5, Li Hai takes the lead."
During the halftime break, Fengjian looked at the two people in the coaching booth who had no interaction with each other, then looked at the mineral water on the sidelines, sighed, and climbed over the fence to hand the water over.
"Thanks."
Fuji smiled at her, his smile like the calm surface of a lake.
Fengjian wanted to say something to cheer her up, but the dry words turned around and she swallowed them back. When she turned around and prepared to leave, Fuji suddenly called her, "Fengjian, have you seen the stars in the daytime?"
She was startled. When she turned around, he had already stood up. The breeze blew away the brown hair on his forehead. His crystal blue eyes were like a starry sky filled with daylight. "I'll call you and show you."
"The stars can be seen even in the daytime."
It is the best footnote to the last ball played by Senior Fuji, like fireworks blooming under the clear sky, crackling and exploding into the most gorgeous flowers.
Not only did he break Tezuka's illusion, he even defeated Niou who had turned into Shiraishi, winning the most crucial game for Seigaku.
As he said: "I'm not the same person twice."
as well as--
"You are not even one ten-thousandth of Tezuka."
Fuji put his racket on his back and walked to the side of the court, "Tezuka, after this competition is over, do you want to play against me again?"
Tezuka nodded: "That's exactly what I want."
Kazama raised the camera and the picture froze at the moment when the two people were holding hands.
However, winning the second singles match did not make everyone happy for long, because although Momoshiro brought Echizen back, he had completely lost all his memories.
"You must be kidding..." Kikumaru stared at them in disbelief, "Little one, have you really forgotten us?"
Echizen blinked his overly clear eyes and said, "Hello."
"Ah, it's over..." He held his head and took a few steps back.
"Even though I don't want to admit it," Momoshiro said, looking as if he'd been punched, lowering his head sadly, "but Echizen has indeed lost all his memories."
"What should I do? The first singles match is about to begin..." Oishi was worried.
"Let's play tennis."
Feng Jian suddenly spoke up, and everyone looked over. She clenched her fists and said in a firm tone, "Now there's nothing we can do except play tennis."
"That's right," Momoshiro's eyes lit up again, "Tennis is Echizen's favorite thing. Playing tennis might help him remember something."
"Momoshiro, take Echizen to the court first. Kawamura-senpai and I will go find the other players who played against him before," Kazama said crisply. "And as for delaying time..."
Before he could finish his words, Kikumaru interrupted him and continued, "Leave it to me and Oishi, no problem, meow~"
"Kazama, Momoshiro, you two go ahead."
Watching the two men's fists bumping together, Kazama walked over and bumped his fists with theirs, followed by Fuji's, Momoshiro's, Kawamura's... and Tezuka's.
"How can we be absent at a moment like this?"
"hiss."
"Kaidou Snake! Senior Gan!" Taocheng's face turned red and his eyes sparkled.
Kazama turned around and saw Kan standing at the exit with his head almost wrapped like a mummy. Behind him were Gen and Kaidou who were greeting everyone.
"Chiba!" Fengjian's eyes lit up, "But is it okay for Gan-senpai to sneak out of the hospital?"
Gan adjusted his glasses. "There's a 100% chance you'll get angry later, but..." He walked over and bumped his fists with theirs. "There's a 200% chance you'll regret it later if you don't come now."
"Agan's data is really terrifyingly accurate."
Everyone gathered together, their fists forming a complete circle.
At this moment, everyone was united in spirit.
This is also considered synchronous resonance.
…
The game was so long that it was like a tug-of-war. Feng Jian was watching his phone and breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the broadcast "7:5, Seigakuen won" on the radio.
She looked up at the figure on the court. The boy smiled confidently and pulled the brim of his hat, his dark green eyes shining brightly.
"You're still a long way off!"
"Momoshiro," Fengjian called out to the few people who were about to enter, his hands clasped together behind his back, his voice slightly hoarse, "I'll be waiting outside for your good news."
"Hey, Kazama, why don't you go in and watch it together?"
"No," Kazama laughed, shaking his head. "Even without me here, you still have to encourage Echizen to do his best."
"Of course!"
The sky above was a dazzling blue. Feng Jian lowered his head and kicked the stones at his feet. He kicked a little too hard and the stone bounced back, hitting his ankle, sending a tingling pain through him.
She knew she couldn't avoid this day.
The confrontation between Yukimura and Seigaku is like rain that has been hanging for a long time and will eventually fall.
But she still wanted to be lazy.
Just avoid this last step, just for a little while.
——
The celebratory salutes sounded, signaling the official conclusion of the national competition. As Feng Jian entered the venue, the cheers from the audience, so intense they nearly overturned the stadium.
The blue and white school uniforms were intertwined, just like the blue sky reflected on the green court. Echizen was thrown high up like the moon surrounded by stars, and the curve of his lips continued to expand. Fuji stood beside him with Tezuka, smiling, and cheers floated over the court.
"April," Yuan hugged her tightly and cried on her shoulder, "We won, we finally won..."
"Yes, it really is not easy." Kazama patted her shoulder, and when he looked up, his eyes met Tezuka's, and a faint smile appeared on his tense face.
Fengjian tilted his head and smiled at him, silently mouthing a few words.
"Congratulations."
When the award ceremony started, Kazama stood far away on the sidelines, watching the host hang the gold medal on Tezuka, and the golden light fell on the tips of his chestnut hair.
Just as she was stunned, Mangjian suddenly changed direction. Tezuka looked up and waved at her, while saying something to the person in front of him.
Fengjian was startled. Yuan poked her shoulder and pushed her towards the stage, "April, President Tezuka is calling you."
Strange looks were cast at her from all directions. Atobe raised his chin slightly and glanced at her lightly, a hint of a smile in his eyes; Yukimura stood beside Tezuka, his brows relaxed; Sanada said nothing, just looked at her calmly...
Kazama's palms were almost sweaty and his heart was beating like a drum, until Tezuka took off the gold medal from his body and put it around her neck. When his fingertips rubbed her neck, the scorching heat of the summer sun spread from his fingertips, like the wind suddenly tickling his armpits, causing a tingling sensation.
She lowered her head, staring blankly at the medal that was shining with a dark golden light. Her eyes swept over the other people in Qingxue: Fuji was looking at her with a smile, and the others gave her a thumbs up... and finally landed on Tezuka's stern face.
He lowered his head slightly, his eyes level with hers, and her stunned look was clearly reflected in his brown pupils.
"The glory of this moment should be shared with you."
The steady voice hit my eardrums, louder than the cannon shot at the end of the competition.
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