站在房门外的四个人，都陷入的深思······

“我觉得她不是！”忍足侑士轻声说道。

“她不可能只记得那一场比赛，我相信她认识不二也是因为那场比赛，因为日美比赛不二是单打二号！”忍足侑士继续说着。

“她如果忘就会全忘，她怎么会单单只记得那场比赛？”忍足侑士转头看向艾伯特，看向幸村精市······

“我同意！”幸村精神轻声应道，只是他的手全颤抖着握起······

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“砰砰砰······”

欧阳晨笛紧皱眉，翻了个身继续睡觉。

“砰砰砰······”

扯过被子，盖住头！

“滴滴滴滴······”

“滴滴滴滴滴······”

“烦死了！”欧阳晨笛气愤的掀开被子，接过电话，“有完没完了？”

“现在几点了？赶紧给我出来！”保罗·吉格吼道。

欧阳晨笛立即从床上坐起来，第一反应就是去看挂在墙上的钟表，四点······

揉了揉眼睛，还是四点！

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