Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 942 Equivalents Don't Exist
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"Game Li Haida, 30-15." The referee loudly judged the score, and at the end, he put down his hand and looked at Sakuraichi on the court.

The blood had already soaked her sleeves, and was dripping down her five fingers, pattering to the ground, blooming flirtatious flowers one after another.

"Edogawa, you are injured and need to be treated immediately." The referee raised his hand to signal the suspension of the game: "The ambulance personnel, please come here immediately."

"No need." The plain words came out of Sakura's mouth, she raised her hand, took out a handkerchief from her clothes pocket, folded it and tied it tightly around her left shoulder and elbow.

The veil was used when Buer wiped her blood before, but she kept it in her pocket and it was useless.

After tying, she held the racket in her right hand and stood up.

"Edogawa!" The referee frowned disapprovingly, and when he wanted to say something, he was interrupted by Sakuraichi.

"I know my own body better than anyone else. If I say I don't need it, I don't need it."

Yingyi refused firmly, and 08 had already arrived, and his indifferent attitude determined her upcoming fate.

He's a king who kills everything that doesn't obey his orders.

What I said before in the forest to let her stay was just to satirize her overreaching. After all, as a killing machine, it should have the way of life of a machine. Its only function is to kill, not to have its own thoughts.

Obviously, once Ying touched this taboo, there was no point in surviving, and the execution was Ying Yi's fate.

08, naturally the executor of the execution.

I came here just to watch her last struggle.

She is actually reluctant, reluctant to part with Fujiwara and the others, worried about Yagyu's (Yumiko) illness, and unable to repay Fuji's love for her, as well as Menwang, Ryuzaki coach and the others...

But all the reluctance will end at the end of this game.

Only the champion of the Kanto Contest is the best gift she should leave behind, as a stop for her coming here and leaving.

Just like the wind flowing in this field, there was a slight sound in her ear, and then drifted into the distance, everything is about to end...

The right hand clenched the racket tightly, and a bitterness that had to be suppressed suddenly rushed to her nose, but she firmly suppressed it, her thin lips were drawn into thin lines, and she stood silently.

The feeling of suffocation caused her whole body wrapped under the clothes to tremble slightly, and she couldn't tell whether it was heartache or body pain.

Turning her head, she looked towards the highest point of the auditorium. The figure above was faintly visible, sometimes clear, sometimes hazy, like the halo of lights shining sequentially in the dark night, blurring her vision.

The figure in the auditorium was like a mottled block of color. She watched, and the bursts of discussion became clearer as her eyes moved. A heart that was extremely tight, slowly fell silent amidst the criticisms.

"Sakuraichi..." Kikumaru clenched his hands tightly, and he felt pain from her wound.

He didn't understand why she was so stubborn, and she still stood on the court regardless of having suffered such a serious injury. Could it be that she didn't want to continue playing in the future?

Hey, Sakuraichi, why don't you stop?

Gan's hand holding the pen tightened, he suddenly didn't know how to write, the determination in the girl's eyes made him feel startled, as if losing everything would be worth it, he sighed, and said softly: "Aren't you going to stop it?" ?”

Buer didn't speak, and his ice-blue pupils trembled unconsciously.

In fact, it wasn't that he didn't want to say it, but that he couldn't make a sound anymore. The name he wanted to shout was suppressed in his throat. He couldn't help shouting because he was afraid of opening his mouth, and he couldn't even open his mouth at the most basic level.

He promised her to let her finish the game.

Even just now, he decided to give her 5 minutes.

But now, the blood soaked in her clothes was like a fire, about to burn his sanity to death!

'Hi, Zhou Zhu. '

'Um? '

'If one day I die, you find something else to replace me'

'yes? '

'Um. '

'But there is no such thing as Sakurai. '

(End of this chapter)