The Rebirth of the Net King

Chapter 220
After a brief 120-second break, the second set resumed.

Irie, who stood on the court again, was pale, and his golden curly hair was soaked in sweat, and was tightly attached to his forehead.

Pei Dinan took a look at Irijiang, and let out a disdainful sneer from the corner of his mouth.

This weak oriental man, can't do it!

However, Pei Dinan didn't follow Irijiang's politeness because of this, he threw the ball high and bounced off his knees.

"Gallic cannonballs!"

boom!
The air seemed to be blasted open, and the tennis ball was deformed the moment it came into contact with the racket.

But this time, Irie fought back "with all his strength".

"Yeah! I will never admit defeat!"

Irie yelled loudly, and patted him with both hands, his arms trembling constantly.

"Give~I~ go back!"

Under Ferdinand's surprised eyes, his Gaul shells were actually shot back by this weak Japanese.

"So what about this ball!"

Pei Dinan slightly bent his knees and opened his posture.

boom!
The powerful blow brought about a huge explosion, and the tennis ball rolled into the river again with the air waves wrapped in it.

pat!

The black carbon fiber racket in Irie's hand flew away again, and he himself fell heavily to the ground.

"Game, France, 15:0."

Irie silently picked up the racket, spread his feet and crouched in the backcourt again.

"France! France!"

"Oh oh oh!"

Scored a point in the opening game, and the enthusiasm of the French fans was ignited at once.

They are familiar with this script, and the crushing situation in the last game also started like this.

"Hmph! Useless struggle!"

Pei Dinan sneered, he only felt that his condition was getting better and better.

boom!
"Gallic cannonballs!"

Another cannon shot out of the chamber, and the French "cannon in red" sprayed out flames again.

boom!
boom!
In just two short rounds, the defense of the river was defeated by Pei Dinan.

"Game, France, 30:0."

boom!
boom! ~~
"Game, France, 1:0."

"Both sides change game!"

Pei Dinan was overjoyed to win his serve easily.

He didn't expect that he was so lucky to meet a soft persimmon.

When the two sides passed each other, Pei Dinan took a look at Irie, who was a little lost.

"This is the world! Boy, you still have a way to go!"

Ferdinand shook his head. Although he sympathized with the other party's experience, he had no choice but to show mercy for the sake of France.

boom!
"Game, France, 15:0."

boom!
"Game, France, 2:0."

The middle school students couldn't bear to see Irie being sent flying again.

"Senior Irie~~"

They all have a good impression of entering the river, because if there is anything they don't understand, entering the river will answer them.

Now the tragic situation of entering the river made their hearts tighten tightly. Sanada clenched his hands into fists, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible.

"Don't worry! Just treat this as a farce."

Sensing the mentality of the middle school students, Fuji said softly.

"What do you mean by that? No two!"

Yukimura narrowed his eyes and asked lightly.

"Hush! Just keep watching quietly, Senior Irie won't just lose like this!"

Bu Er stretched out his finger in front of his mouth and made a gesture of silence, squinting his eyes and smiling.

Tezuka, Yukimura and the others didn't know why, but they still calmed down and watched the field intently.

boom!
"Game, France, 3:0."

boom!
"Game, France, 4:0."

Bang!
"Game, France, 5:0."

"Both sides change game!"

The match proceeded step by step, and Pei Dinan was the same as the last set, crushing all the way, so smooth that he himself couldn't believe it.

The Neon team actually sent such a player in this life-and-death match?

"Haha! We're sure to win!"

"A mere neon team is no match for our French team at all!"

"Come on! Senior Pei Dinan, go all out and win the last round!"

Everyone in the French team was overjoyed, especially some freshman players, who were naturally a little excited to participate in such a grand event for the first time.

Only Johnson and Camus frowned slightly, and they always felt as if something was wrong.

It is impossible for the Neon team to have only this level of strength, whether it is the few players in the game against the South African team, or the Mutsu brothers who appeared before that, Shuji Taneshima.

Both strength and potential are excellent.

But this one doesn't look very good.

Such a player, the head coach of the Neon team, Mifune Shindao, would he put him at number three in singles?
Perhaps Neon's U-17 is not well-known in the world, but their head coach, Mifune, is still somewhat well-known in the world of tennis.

Especially in the past few years, I heard that he has perfected the neon characteristic tennis system based on Asura Shinto, and has won some fame in the world.

Even their French team has made reference to the tennis road created by the three ships.

It is impossible for such a character to be misjudged and put such an ordinary player in this crucial singles number three.

Moreover, the match had reached the end of the second set, and it seemed that Ferdinand's tennis power hadn't diminished in the slightest!

Nothing less?

Johnson and Camus looked at each other, feeling something was wrong.

"Pei Dinan, be careful! The other party seems to be showing weakness on purpose!"

Johnson said loudly.

Pei Dinan, who was about to change the game, was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hand.

"I know!"

In fact, Pei Dinan had already sensed that something was wrong, and the other party seemed to be deliberately giving him a chance.

And I obviously felt that my state had declined, but the opponent was still easily beaten by me as before.

Since the second half of the last set, the opponent has always looked pale and sloppy.

It has continued until now, but it has never fallen.

but!

Although Pei Dinan doesn't know what the opponent wants to do, but now, he really holds the match point.

"Your acting is terrible!"

When passing by Irie, Pei Dinan said something in English in a low voice.

He knew that Irie couldn't understand French, but he should be able to understand English!

Hear it!

Irie's eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit, revealing a dangerous aura.

"Hahaha!"

Pei Dinan also saw Irie's eyes, knowing that he understood this sentence, he couldn't help laughing three times, and went straight to the bottom line.

The sixth game was Irie's serve. He lowered his head and slapped the tennis ball silently.

Suddenly, Irie raised his head, under the round-rimmed glasses, his eyes were like lightning, staring at Pei Dinan sternly.

boom!
Irie's racket went all the way down from the height, and the tennis ball shot out from his hand immediately.

"Hmph! Cut the serve? Naive!"

Naturally, Pei Dinan also saw the movement of entering the river, and couldn't help but snorted coldly.

However, the moment the tennis ball hit the racket, the heavy pressure continued to press against his wrist.

"What!"

Pei Dinan was shocked, why did the opponent's spin suddenly become so strong!

Reluctantly throwing the ball out, Irie's figure appeared in the air.

Bang!
Volley smash!

Straight to score!

"Game, Neons, 15:0."

After landing, Irie gently pushed his glasses, and a white light flashed across his lenses.

"Who allowed you to dictate my acting (who allowed you to dictate my acting skills)!"

Irie said coldly.

Hearing this, Pei Dinan and the players of the French team all looked frozen!
Did the other party finally tear off his mask? !

(End of this chapter)