The next day finally arrived as scheduled. In the first game, Kikumaru and Oishi lost. At this time, the pressure on Ryoma and Atobe, who were singles, was suddenly huge. One was the emperor who was superior to two hundred people.

One was the son of the unyielding Nanjiro. The competition between the two was as fierce as the collision between Mercury and Mars. Countless fragments turned into the numbers of their tie-break. It lasted until dusk before the two won.

The result came out. The unconscious Atobe finally lost the favor of the goddess of luck and lost.

He happily took the shaver and removed the warped hair that he had carefully protected for a long time. He quickly left the playing field and stopped at the corner. In front of him was the man who had said harsh words to him yesterday.

"Atobu..." All the emotions are contained in these two words. At this moment, Oudou can understand Atobu's regret for ruining his victory in his own hands. He can understand Atobe's regretful mood at this moment. He can understand Atobe's regret for

The pain of losing to Qing Xue twice. Oudou suddenly regretted that he should not have treated Atobe like that yesterday. Was it really too cruel to treat Atobu like this?

"Why, do you think you will sympathize with me when I lose? Let me tell you, I don't need that non-gorgeous thing." Atobe fiddled with his hair out of habit, but all he touched was the ethereal air. His hand paused in the air.

It was as if he was laughing at Atobe's loss with his mouth wide open.

"I'm sorry, Atobe." Daichi stood up on tiptoes and hugged Atobe, trying to comfort Atobe in this way.

Atobe felt a strong dislike for himself in his heart. He obviously had an arrogant self-esteem, but he was greedy and unwilling to push her away. Such a scene made him still wearing hospital clothes and hurried from the hospital because he couldn't get a taxi.

The wooden coffin that ran to the playing field was rolled into his eyes.

Why, Atobe. Why can't you look back at me who has been waiting behind you for three whole years? Haven't I done enough? After meeting you, I almost burned out all the courage in my life. But,

Every time my preparations were shattered by your cold eyes. I thought my approach was too sudden, so I waited. But, Atobe, why. Why do you like someone who doesn't like me like me?

What? You and I are not the only people who are in such pain. It also puts Ocula in a dilemma. Mu Cong covered his heart and knelt on the ground.

As if telepathically, Atobe looked up and saw the wooden coffin kneeling on the ground. Without hesitation, he pushed away the grasshopper and came to her: "Why are you, a woman who is not gorgeous, here?" The nurses at the hospital

How incompetent!

The wooden coffin didn't speak, his eyes were empty and lifeless like a puppet wrapped by thin strings.

Daichi squatted down and pulled her, and explained that the hug just now meant nothing and asked her not to take it to heart. However, this did not bring back the wooden coffin's drifting thoughts.

"Aren't you leaving yet? I don't like to wait for people." Atobe gave a look to Ozu and left. Mucong also quietly stood up and left. This time, Mucong listened to him as usual.
Chapter completed!