Chapter 139 Final Chapter

My father's brilliance is that he let me witness the cruelty of reality - a gap between our ancient people and ordinary people that can never be crossed.

I know what my father means. The crooked road he once walked won't let me walk again.

Even if it will bruise me all over, he must bear it for the longer future.

The selection and trace department shows that all this is to make a decision and a desperate bet. If you lose, the biggest consequence is that you will never see it again in the future.

The best result - which is unlikely at present - may be able to be together, but I have to step on the dignity of the trace. I don't have that kind of perseverance and ambition, so I simply choose to give up.

When two people's feelings encounter family, self, pride, dignity... countless obstacles come one after another, and they don't give us the opportunity to prepare at all. We may fall in love more and more in the struggle, and we will become more and more tired in the struggle. Finally, when we can no longer afford heavy love.

A sweet relationship has also been exhausted.

There is nothing left but to complain about each other.

Who is to blame?

No one is wrong.

The two of us stand in our respective positions and think in our own way, thinking that this is the best way for each other, but in the end, we still ignore each other's feelings.

People can't be perfect.

Love cannot be perfect.

Before we got to that point, I shouted the end in advance, so when we were still in love with each other, we kept our love for each other and said goodbye.

The trace department knows this.

So he didn't stop me from leaving.

When his father's intervention touches his bottom line, he can't control himself. Everyone has their own bottom line. If you step outside that line, it's easy to say anything. If you cross it little by little, then, there's nothing to say.

The past is an endless retreat, an endless struggle, the collapse of the whole faith of the whole world, and the disillusionment of life.

Driving the car from the manor to Tokyo, no one will notice that I was in the noisy neighborhood. I cried in the car, remembering my lost love, and delaying myself over and over again.

The car was embarrassed and went away. Don't look back, don't look back, and say goodbye.

Then, I went back to school and went to class obediently, listening to the knowledge that I had never paid attention to before, among which the philosophy teacher was the most interesting. He is an absolute materialist and believes that matter is the first nature.

His way of teaching is humorous and interesting, with sufficient arguments and funny. Every time I listen to it, I unconsciously feel that the world, as he said, does not exist in the soul, and there is no trace of death like a lamp - if it were not my own existence, it would be the best rebuttal to him.

Leave the class and sometimes meet the members of the tennis department. Everyone is still as good as before - this is also what I am grateful for. It's just that some things have changed, even maintaining the original form, and everyone knows it.

What I like most is Feng and Huhu. The relationship between the two has always been very stable, and they often enter my realm like soaking in a honey pot. When their eyes meet, everyone becomes a floating cloud...

Elder Tongfu is dead. She is not reluctant to chase Feng. Unfortunately, she still hasn't given up her lofty ideal of becoming a good wife and mother. She has made a decision to find the person she likes and she likes to give her the opportunity to be a little bird.

However, contrary to the ideal, the fact is that Tongfu entered the high school of the Ice Emperor with the result of second only to Jibu Ninja, and dumped several tens of the people behind...

"The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard!"

Baqiancao encouraged Tongfu's predecessor in this way. Unfortunately, Tongfu's predecessor was not ungrational at all and directly asked her to do that special topic or something. Eight thousand grass was so tired that she cried for her father and mother.

Takeuchi is very happy to watch!

Speaking of Takeuchi, she abandoned her unusual attachment to the trace department and slowly faded her innocence and childishness. She finally realized that she and the tea sets of the trace department, and slowly began to take over the family business and went further and further on another road of no return.

"I have realized how stupid and naive I used to be, and now I will never make such a mistake again."

It is difficult for 8,000 grass to agree with this.

However, 20 seconds later, the two of them had another heated debate on another topic. Very dedicated.

There is also a comparison. Because A Qi was too active during pregnancy, the baby had to be born when he was seven months old.

As a newborn of their generation, this child can be said to be loved by thousands of people. Not only uncles, but also elders are very concerned about it. It is said that Elder Song personally carved a piece of jade to protect the child.

Neither Jing Mingyue nor I have this treatment!

Okay, okay, I'm not jealous. I'm a normal complaint.

Specially snatched good things from Kleisman as gifts for children.

Shen Nange also rushed to write a letter to Shen Lanxun, congratulating him, and strongly demanding that he have another child, give him an inheritance and tolerance... Of course, the focus behind him is the point.

Shen Nange is very smart. He is already trying to find a way to endure. It is said that he will adopt another child from his family!

A Qi is probably still in the postpartum depression period, and she replied. But it's still unlikable.

"You don't want to take advantage of my bad luck!"

This girl really doesn't know the hearts of good people.

The man who really hit her son's idea has long reached an unequal treaty with Shen Lanxun, waiting for her other child to be born.

Of course, I won't kindly tell her the news.

I'm still waiting to see her and Shen Lanxun's N+1 divorce. If such a good drama dies, I will be sad.

After that, the trace department never looked for me again. However, this does not prevent me from watching the last game between him and Yukimura, er, which is the last game of the national competition.

This game has nothing to do with winning or losing. More importantly, it is to draw a perfect end to the tail of the national competition, which is probably the most fundamental purpose of the gorgeous old man.

As always, I pursue gorgeousness!

The audience has been packed with people, and this postponed game finally ushered in its gorgeous opening.

Shen Nange and I sat in the audience, and there was no longer near the rest area of the Ice Emperor.

There are children sitting next to us, who don't know the strength of the collective and cheer for the people they like.

Yueqianjun's cat eyes were shining, and his eyes were full of the will to fight. I still remember that when Renzu played against Yueqian, Renzu said that he was still a child, and Yueqianjun also had such burning eyes, as if he would never lose.

It is more and more pitiful. The child.

No matter how much he looks forward to this game, he can only be an audience with no impact on the situation. All the cheers and cheers and cheers belong only to the two people on the field.

Maybe there is still a little guilt.

probably. If it weren't for my unexpected appearance, according to Takeuchi, the last person standing on this field should be him. However, it doesn't make sense to say this now.

Maybe he will go to those two to experience his tennis career in person after the game.

That's already their business.

has nothing to do with us.

Lucki's tennis is a deprivation of people's senses, the whole process, and there is no chance to enjoy it.

The keen observation of the trail is to detect the opponent's weakness and then hit the opponent according to the weakness.

The tennis style of two people is not a pleasure in a sense. It's also comparable. One deprives people of their senses and the other fights against weaknesses. I don't know who is weak and who is stronger.

Just wait for the result.

Who is better than Xingcun, who has experienced the traces of love and pain?

The eyes of the trace came over, and I clearly saw that he became much haggard. But he is still energetic and energetic.

In a cheer, a noise, a dark crowd, I still saw only him. It's very puzzled, and it seems to be natural.

I love him.

I know it clearly.

I can't be with him.

In the same way, I know it clearly.

There are too many accidents in life, and the trace department is probably one of mine. I'm probably the same as him.

He fought hard on the tennis court. Even if he slowly lost his senses and slowed, he never gave up. Step by step, find your feelings, your pride and dignity.

That is the era of the trace department, which is gorgeous and dazzling, making it difficult to look directly at it.

That's a visual enjoyment.

The struggle of two super-level players.

The people present forgot how to cheer, forgot how to cheer, forgot where they were, forgot themselves, forgot everything, and only two people who tried their best to catch the ball...

Even if you lose, it is a gorgeous end.

The force of the trace department turned the tide and finally did not suppress Xingcun. The most critical ball, as if it didn't have long eyes, hit the ball net and could no longer fly.

In an instant, it seemed that the silent heartbeat of the whole audience could be heard.

Everyone stood up unconsciously, and the next second burst into bursts of applause.

Losing also has the pride of losing.

The proud trace stood in place, with a stiff face bearing everything.

All this has finally come to an end.

After a long time, when I recalled the traces at that time, it was blurred. His figure disappeared among thousands of people and disappeared, or, just I couldn't see it.

The national competition is finally over.

After experiencing so many joys and sorrows, the experience of life has also added a glorious movement. It's enough for us to sit in the rocking chair when we are old and slowly recall that whether we used to smile or cry, we can smile and solve the enmity.

What's more, what kind of enmity is there at this age? Time flies. In the third grade, Jibu has become a member of the high school, and Jibu is still the arrogant queen.

Takeuchi became the exclusive secretary of the trace department, but when he heard that he didn't get along very well with each other, Takeuchi's predecessors became more and more unaccustomed to the arrogant and gorgeous style of the trace department. She advocates low profile.

is not adopted. I often complain to 8,000 grass, and 8,000 grass complain to me. Then the two of us complained together.

The days are not slow, listening to interesting philosophy elective courses, shopping with 8,000 grass, taking photos, eating with Shen Nange, and bullying A Qi, who often letters. September passed, and October came one after another.

Jibu's birthday.

Of course I don't plan to go.

Shen Nange and Renzu asked me several times, and I was impatient. Shen Nange and Renzu didn't know what bad ideas to make. Shen Nange pretended to regret, "That can't be done. Let's go."

Because of the tacit harassment of the two people, the time has come. They lie down** and can't fall asleep.

I'm reflecting.

Isn't it too much? Even if you can't be a couple, you have known each other for so long and just went to have a meal. Why is it so stiff and irreparable?

It won't work!

No, no, no, no, we don't have anything to do with it anymore. At this time, it's just to make both of them more trouble and see how well they are doing. If they don't see it, they don't see it. They are simply chic and don't drag it at all.

However, he also sent gifts during the holiday!

But it's because Shen Nange and forbearance are there. It must be difficult for him to bypass me, so he politely gave it away. It's nothing.

Why is it nothing? The things he gave were very sweet to me and considerate. Didn't he say that he was not so ruthless?

Cut! What is this? What does he want to do? How can he do it badly? If you want to send something, as long as you use snacks, it will be very satisfactory!

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Thinking about sleepiness, maybe, I really want to have a look, I thought in a daze. But I already want to sleep, so that's it. If you don't see it, you won't see it.

You don't have to bother if you leave in the future, right?

The last thought was like this, and then fell into darkness.

Someone is fiddling with my hair, but Shen Nange is still so naive! I don't care about it. How can it go on like this? Reaching out is a slap on the evil hand.

Shrinking back.

But immediately, something slides on your face.

Warm/wet touch, soft, itchy, laughing out loud! - A little sober, this is definitely not what Shen Nange will do.

I want to open my eyes and cover my eyes with one hand.

The other hand has begun to peel off my clothes. I was instantly angry. Who dared to move the earth on Taisui's head!

Quietly gathered strength on his legs and bent his legs fiercely, but was unexpectedly suppressed. The man leaned down on my leg and kissed me on my neck. The teeth closed and there was a burst of tingling pain.

A familiar and strange pain.

Memories come up.

"Jibu, stop if you are a man!"

The person on my body stopped, then tore my clothes and broke in directly.

The corridor without the previous/play is so dry that I can't help shouting. The hand covering his eyes refused to loosen, but the familiar breath had betrayed its owner.

I was so angry that I opened my teeth and danced my claws very uncooperatively, and my nails greeted him rudely.

He ignored it, and the rhythm of his body did not stop for a moment. There was a gap in the hand in his eyes, and I blew up and overturned it. But he followed his strength and sent his hands forward and took my whole body.

The cheeks are close together, and I can feel the heat of his burning.

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The trace is dead on me and refuses to come down.

I won't pet him no matter how I do it.

However, he was not pleased. His shoulders were full of scratches and tooth marks left by me. Some were just marks, but some had been soaked with blood stains.

He gasped evenly, and I grabbed his hand and bit him fiercely.

He quickly pulled back his hand, but still left the mark.

"What are you doing?"

"You deserve it." I roared at him with my neck, "I slept well at home. How did I come to your house?" This is not my room, I will know when I wake up.

The trace lay back** and pestered me with his hands and feet. "I saw you here when I came back," he smiled flatly. "Why didn't you run over by yourself because you thought so much about me?"

"Get out of here! How can it be! Hey, I can't breathe. Can you let go?"

The trace department is like a child, "If you don't let it go, you will run away as soon as you let it go. Last time. I won't make such a mistake this time!" Very proud.

If you want to scold, you can't say it, and if you barely say it, it's already soft and has no lethality.

It's too tragic.

Well, there are few people like Jibu who can refuse with a hard heart. I happen to be not among them. It's no big deal. Rest assured.

After cleaning up his mood, he said, "I finally know where Elder Takeuchi's resentment against you came from! Jingwu, you are so narcissistic!"

Jibu said, "So what? Anyway, you came here obediently, didn't you!"

"Who came here obediently! Don't be such an asshole, okay? I'm--"How did I get here?

Suddenly someone was knocking on the glass of the balcony, and the long figure could be seen through the glass. Cover your face! I think I should know!

A clever person took the quilt to wrap me tightly.

Looking at the long figure alertly, "What are you doing here?"

The man grinned and was not a gentleman. I should find a camera to record it so that I can laugh at him in the future. Come on, Chrysman said, "I'm begged to come and ask, are you satisfied with your birthday gift?"

I almost jumped up, "Who! Who is that man?"

Jibu held me down and said, "Tell Renzu, I'm very satisfied." The smile on Jibu's face was really dazzling, "I will help him when he comes out with Mr. Shen in the future."

Chrysler seems to be very satisfied, "Then I'll leave." Look at the sky, "It's still early, young people, enjoy it."

I grabbed the pillow and smashed it, "Get out of here, you bastard! When I go back, I will tell Youmu that you are careful. Isn't it just stealing your things? You don't need to revenge me like this!"

Chrysler was serious, "It's not revenge, kid. I said before, you just can't remember." Guan Er smiled and said, "Aren't you enjoying it?"

In an instant, people disappeared into the night.

He was abhorr, but the trace raised the quilt, "Baosheng, it's not too late~~~"

In response to him was the long-lost Tianma Meteor Fist.