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(接上一期杂志)“你在干什么,鹿尾!”同伴们不满地对我嚷着。我知道,他们明知自己必败无疑,没存着求生的奢望,但是是否用心打完这次球戏,是否能取悦太阳神,却将决定我们的灵魂在另一个世界的宿命。第三个球仍然飞向我,我这次接住了,将球反顶回去,但是距离太短了,我们再一次失分。“黑夜之日”的太阳没有再升起来,我们的心也一点点陷入黑暗。球接二连三地飞过来,至少一小半都是飞向我的,我笨拙的表演显然成为了迦安人取乐的对象。
(Continued from the issue of a magazine) “What are you doing, deer tail!” Companions cried at me dissatisfied. I know that they know they will be defeated without doubt, there is no hope of survival, but whether or not the ball play this heart, whether to please the sun god, but it will determine our soul’s destiny in another world. The third ball still flew to me, I caught this time, the ball back to top, but the distance is too short, we once again lost points. The sun of the darkness does not rise anymore, our heart is a little darker. The balls flew one after another, at least a half of them flew to me, my clumsy performance apparently became the object of pleasure for the Canaan.