HCB Chapter 67 Genius is just the starting line, go and be your own idol!
Chapter 67 Genius is just the starting line, go and be your own idol!
No words were spoken.
After Marui Bunta picked up the ball.
After a few taps, he started serving again.
Same as before.
But the whole serving process is smoother.
However, at this moment, his pressure has increased exponentially.
After all, before this, even Kitagawa was beaten by the regular players of the Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School tennis club.
In the end, no one scored a goal from him.
"Is that all I think?"
As the tennis ball left the racket, Marui Fumita fell to the ground and became dazed.
He kept repeating the same question to himself.
"It's coming, Marui-senpai."
Just at this time.
Beichuan, who had already appeared at the landing point of the tennis ball, reminded while swinging the racket in his hand.
boom!
After the sound of the racket and the tennis ball hitting each other.
An arc appeared above the court.
The speed is not fast, but not slow either.
The target is the net.
Release the ball!
A sudden awakening.
Marui Bunta didn't have time to think and quickly moved towards the net.
Chichi~
Under sudden brake.
What was originally held with two hands suddenly became a single-handed swing.
boom!
next moment.
The tennis ball flew directly towards the right post.
Finally it collided with the top of the ball column.
Then it rolled towards the other side of the net.
Secret technique - hitting the iron pillar!
no doubt.
This approach is definitely a good one given the current situation of both sides.
It may even cause some trouble to the opponent.
After all, even if he reacted, his movement speed would not catch up.
Just like walking on a tightrope, you still need to consider a series of precautions, such as the racket touching the net.
"Marui-senpai."
"Think about it."
"Why do you call yourself a genius?"
"What does the word genius bring to you?"
“Only when you figure this out can you understand why you’re stagnant.”
All of a sudden.
A sunny face suddenly entered Marui Bunta's sight.
The racket in his hand was parallel to the net, and he was scooping the tennis ball from bottom to top.
The tennis ball flies over the net and towards the baseline.
Lob!
Classic short and high.
pat~
The tennis ball landed directly on the ground.
Then rolled out of bounds.
Watching the tennis ball roll to a stop.
Marui Bunta dropped his arms and stood there motionless, stunned.
Although he was surrounded by the light falling from the huge dome, he did not feel that he was dazzling at this moment.
[Why... do you call yourself a genius...? ]
Why do I think so?
【Or...what kind of person am I?】
The backs of his teammates, his own confusion, the difficulty in taking a step, and other emotions bound him completely like chains.
The quagmire under his feet seemed to be pulling him in completely at this moment.
crunch...
The hand holding the racket handle tightened.
Tread...tap...tap...
Marui Bunta walked towards the tennis ball step by step.
Question yourself every step of the way.
Why exactly?
But after he picked up the tennis ball.
For no reason, I felt irritated.
The inner confusion even made him not want to continue the game.
"Feel sorry."
"Minister Kitagawa."
"I can't think of anything, and I don't want to think about it anymore. I don't want to continue playing this meaningless game."
finally.
All the complicated and confusing emotions converge into escape.
After saying this, Marui Bunta, with his back to Kitagawa, was ready to leave.
He just wants to be quiet now.
"Marui-senpai."
“Genius is born with talent, idol is made later.”
"In other words, the former is the starting line, and the latter is the marker."
"And the connection between the two is a long quagmire."
"During this period, the only thing we can do is not be confused or anxious, but to move forward slowly and patiently towards the brightly lit sign."
“No one can achieve success overnight, and no one can always boast about having a good starting point.”
Looking at the increasingly confused Marui Bunta, Kitagawa slowly turned around and walked towards the receiving area.
As he walked, he spoke softly.
In fact.
Just as Kitagawa said.
Marui Bunta's problem has never been that he can't find the right solution.
But the other party has no patience.
A patience waiting for qualitative change.
This is not only reflected in tennis.
This is clearly demonstrated in his daily life.
tread!
Wait until Beichuan walks to the receiving position.
He turned around and spoke again solemnly with a burning gaze.
"Go become an idol!"
“Even if it’s extremely difficult in the mud, even if you’re covered in dirt in the end.”
"When you stand in that radiant light, all the silence that once existed will become concrete at this moment."
"And at this moment, you are the idol, your own idol!"
The lingering sound echoed in this space covered by a huge transparent dome.
The lights, starlight, and moonlight fell quietly, falling on the two of them and on the tennis court.
My heart was beating slightly.
"To become your own idol?"
He slowly turned around and looked up at Beichuan.
Marui Bunta couldn't help but clench the tennis racket in his hand.
It seemed as if he really saw the bright light that Beichuan had described in his eyes.
The originally restless heart gradually calmed down.
A desire slowly emerged like a sweet spring.
"Is this... my... beacon...?"
Followed by.
A quagmire, unknown how far away, came into view.
And he subconsciously looked back.
The shore covered with green grass and flowers was not far away from him.
It was as if, if he had chosen to escape just now, he would have been back to the starting point.
"Inhale...exhale..."
"That's really lame..."
As the saying goes, those who are in authority are confused and those who are onlookers will understand.
Anyone can fall into this vicious cycle.
It’s not that I’m not working hard, nor that I’m going in the wrong direction, but that my heart is restless because it has to endure loneliness and cannot get immediate feedback.
After a self-deprecating remark.
Marui Bunta held the tennis ball he picked up, closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and then slowly opened them.
"Minister Kitagawa."
"I'm going to be serious next time!"
"Don't let me defeat you!"
With his eyes bright, he smiled and said loudly.
Then he walked to the serving area.
"Come on then!"
Seeing that Marui Bunta had finally let go of his worries, Kitagawa also smiled.
The moment the words fell.
A tennis ball was thrown into the air.
Accompanied by a series of crisp collision sounds.
The tennis ball turned into a stream of light and shot towards Beichuan.
This also means that the genius Marui Bunta has taken the first step towards becoming the idol Marui Bunta.