Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 927 Yagyu's Persecution
sizzle-

A sound like electric current came from the racket, mixed with the extremely lethal aura, an absolute vortex was created around the racket, and black electric arcs were jumping.

They are carnival, they are roaring, they want to tear through all obstacles and rush out, telling all interceptors that this is their home field! ! !
Kacha~
"Well……"

The sound of a dislocated wrist suddenly sounded, and it was hard to detect in this violent storm.

hand, no more!
Yagyu (Yumiko) clenched her teeth, and faint blood spilled from her gums. She watched the tennis ball spinning extremely fast on the racket. The power, like a rushing train, was completely unmatched!

No, this is not Sakuraichi's complete power!
Absolutely not!

Turning her head with difficulty, the sight from the corner of her eyes reflected the figure of that person, she just stood there, not moving, not speaking, just standing there quietly.

He was clearly standing there, right in front of her eyes, but it somehow gave her an unattainable feeling, as if it would disappear at any moment, and an indescribable sadness suddenly surfaced in her heart.

why?
Have something on your mind but never say it?
Those promises made together, that conversation about the top of the world, that communication based on the future, were all... a lie?
Even in the current competition, he is unwilling to use his full strength, but still pretends to be doing his best!

Sakura, are you so disdainful?

tick~
A tear fell from the corner of his eye, hitting the ground and splashing fine water.On the opposite side, Yingyi slightly tightened her hand holding the racket, the corners of her lips moved, but she didn't speak.

In the eyes of Yagyu (Yumiko) her silent appearance, the sadness in her heart burst out like a torrent. This was the last time she stood on the court. After today, there will be no her presence on the court. All her glory and age will be silent one by one, and all the legends will disappear from now on.

That's good, at least, before Yingyi disappeared, she did what she always wanted to do the most, so that even if she died, she would not have any regrets.

No, any... sorry...

"————"

In mid-air, the golden lark spread its wings suddenly, and pressed its head down, showing the appearance of diving and attacking. Its slightly narrowed eyes looked directly at Yingyi opposite, with a chilling meaning.

"Ugh———————" Liu Sheng (Yumiko) suddenly turned sideways, grasped the racket with his left hand, and suddenly exerted force with the dislocated hand. The light golden air quickly condensed on the surface of the racket, and finally it was A small vortex formed.

Sakura looked at the tiny bloodshot from the corner of her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and in the next second, stepped forward with her left foot, slightly bent her body, stabilized her lower body, and the racket in her hand dropped an inch. .

This is a method of releasing water. After the center of gravity of the racket is moved up, the strength required to bear the weight becomes two to three times that of the correct grip, and it will become seven to eight times for strong players.Similarly, it becomes much more difficult to catch the ball, and players with low strength may not be able to hold the racket, so that the racket is thrown into the air.

Sakura did this without a trace, she did it when she was moving, and she couldn't detect it at all.

But Yagyu (Yumiko) who was fighting against each other saw it. She could not be more clear about Sakuraichi's racket grip habit. She has always been 3.5cm away from the base, and she can feel it by a centimeter or a centimeter.

And she was standing opposite her, so the change of her grip distance could be seen clearly.

At that moment, Liu Sheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably, Sakuraichi...

Let her! ! ! !
She actually let her! ! ! !

"Edogawa—————————————" She raised her head and roared like a beast. The roar was mixed with wailing of disappointment and sadness. That roar moved all the listeners.

"I can accept failure, but I don't need your pity—————" This growl overwhelmed all the voices, with choked sobs, "put away your undue compassion, I No need———”

Sakura's body trembled, and her eyes tightened instantly.

boom----

beep—

"GAME Lihaida, 15-0, Lihaida serves."

The referee's voice sounded, and the first ball was conceded, by Yagyu.

Everyone was stunned. Edogawa didn't catch the ball, and Yagyu (Yumiko) didn't catch the ball!

What did Yagyu (Yumiko) mean just now?mercy?Is Edogawa taking pity on Yagyu (Yumiko)?
"Yagyu (Yumiko)...crying..." In the stands, Kikumaru murmured softly, his tone full of worry.

Yagyu (Hiroshi) unconsciously raised his hand, and gently pushed his glasses with his middle finger as the base, but his left hand on his lap was tightly clenched into a fist.

Buer in the front seat was even more tense, his hands on the tennis bag clasped the edge of the tennis bag tightly, blue veins popped up one by one, invisible waves surged in his eyes, and uneasy emotions quickly permeated his heart with.

"Edogawa."

On the court, Yagyu (Yumiko) gripped the tennis ball tightly. Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, ran across her cheeks, and hit the yellow-brown team uniform, getting wet. Some dripped on the ground and splashed. Broken flowers, she choked:

"Do it, use all your strength." She slowly closed her eyelids, gritted her teeth, and suddenly raised her voice: "It doesn't matter if you lose, so be serious and don't underestimate me—— ———”

bump------

The sound of hitting the ball pierced the sky and the earth with a mournful howl, hitting everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, making everyone feel their souls trembling.

She called her surname 'Edogawa' instead of the familiar title 'Sakura' or the usual honorific title 'Minister', but the more distant surname 'Edogawa'. Blame her.

boom----

beep—

"GAME Lihaida, 30-0, Lihaida serves."

"Edogawa, what are you worrying about? Cough..." The severe cough brought a fishy and sweet taste to the throat, and Yagyu (Yumiko) swallowed it abruptly, shouting half resentfully and half powerlessly: "Even I dare to try my best, why don't you dare? You weakling————————"

underdog?
She said she was weak?
Sakura closed her eyelids, but she didn't move, not even her hair flickered.She still stood quietly, half of her figure was exposed in the sunlight, and the other half was submerged in the shadows, achieving a fusion of darkness and light, and she couldn't see whether the expression under the brim of the hat was sad or happy.

Compared with Yagyu (Yumiko)'s physical health, it doesn't matter if she is called weak or loses the game.

however……

"Asshole, don't make me hate you—"

This roar overwhelmed all other voices.

(End of this chapter)