Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 87 The Iron Giant, North Island

Seeing Mika Honjo's posture, everyone's eyes widened.That posture is exactly the posture of a wave ball, but having a posture does not necessarily mean that the opponent can hit it well.

The wave ball requires a lot of load on the arm muscles. Boys can only hit it when their muscle strength explodes between 83% and 95%, and it will cause great damage to the arm. Both Kawamura and Ishida belong to the kind of players with explosive power , It is natural to be able to play.

But can St. Rudolph's main pick really play this powerful tennis?Or, just put on an empty shelf?Everyone is quite skeptical, after all, women's strength is inherently less than that of men.

"Wave...moving..." Honjo Mika gritted her teeth and spoke in a low voice. Under the shocked eyes of everyone, all the muscles in her arms swelled up, her short sleeves were bulging, and her eyelids Slightly drooping, reflecting the tennis ball flying closer and closer, his pupils froze, and he swung the racket with a bang, "Ball!"

hum~
The yellow-green ball shot towards Bei Dao and Goto like a ray of light. With terrifying power, a gust of wind chased after it and crossed the net. Also trembling for this terrifying power.

The pupils shrank suddenly, Bei Dao and Goto both turned sideways, and there was a loud bang, the tennis ball went over their sides and hit the ground heavily, leaving a black mark on the ball, and then, smashed hard On the isolation net, the students standing outside screamed and backed away.

At the same time, there was only a crash, and a large area of ​​the isolation net sank, while the ball was still whirling on it, and black scratches gradually appeared on the yellow-green ball.

"Cheat...you're lying!" Kato Katsuro opened his mouth, looked at the smoking tennis ball, and then spoke slowly after a long time.

"Do...do it," Kikumaru tugged at Gan's sleeve, "That... is it really the power of a girl?"

"No, it's impossible." Taocheng stared wide-eyed. As he once assisted Kawamura in practicing swing balls, he is very clear about the power load required for swing balls. "This is absolutely impossible, the ball played by Honjo His strength looks similar to Senior Kawamura's, it's impossible."

"Hey, how strong is that girl."

"God, look at the muscles on her arms, they look stronger than ours, how did she train?"

"It turns out that girls can also develop muscles."

"Is that city the trainer of the fitness department? Look at that body of muscles. Without one or two years of unremitting efforts, it is impossible to train them."

Tezuka's eyelids were slightly closed, his serious eyes flashed across his eyes, and there was a trace of worry on his expressionless face.

The eyelashes trembled, Buer's tight eyelids opened slightly, and the mysterious pupils hidden by Xue revealed a line of deep ice blue, and they closed again in an instant.

Perhaps he knew that Yingyi believed in them, and he believed in Yingyi, so he stopped worrying and just watched quietly.

Turning her head to look at Yingyi, sure enough, she was still so indifferent and confident.

Maybe it was because Fuji's gaze stayed on Yingyi for too long and could not be ignored, so Yingyi turned his head to meet her gaze, and the elegant and windy smile slowly bloomed on Fuji's delicate and beautiful face, It is as quiet and elegant as the cherry blossoms in April.

The thin lips moved slightly, as if they were saying something silently. When the breeze blew by, the ends of the chestnut hair swayed in tiny arcs, forming in the invisible air, and then quietly disappearing...

Seeing the young man's fluttering thin lips, the corner of Sakura's mouth was pulled stiffly, her dark red pupils narrowed dangerously in an instant, and the aura around her began to spread outward, mysterious and deep, treacherous and vast.

"Minister." Sensing Sakuraichi's emotional change, Fujiwara closed his eyelids and reminded in that still cold tone.

Hearing this, Sakura withdrew her gaze, then looked at Yagyu and the others beside her, all of them looked at her with doubts and fear, while Goto and Bei Dao on the field went from being stunned because of her sudden aura. Zhong came back to his senses and looked at her with some doubts.

Therefore, Yingyi closed her eyelids, suppressed the depression and anger in her heart, and restrained all the leaking arrogance.

"I'm fine." Yingyi said indifferently. Hearing that her tone was the same as usual, Yagyu and the others couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. However, the minister's mood never fluctuates. It's so obvious, what happened?

"Huh? What's wrong with Sakuraichi?" Kikumaru opened her big dark sapphire blue cat pupils and asked suspiciously, "It seems a little strange, Fuji, you know?"

"I'm probably worried about Goto-san and Kitajima-san." Fuji retracted his gaze and said nonchalantly.It's just that there is an inexplicable smile in that elegant and windy smile.

It turned out that Yingyi had learned lip language, so it was not difficult to explain why she was angry, because she could fully understand what he said just now.

But...Fu Er frowned unobtrusively, Ying Yi got angry, what should I do?
She is difficult to coax, and she has a dark, treacherous and arrogant personality. If you want to coax her well, you don't need to use some scheming, but the key is that he will definitely be rejected by her in the next few days and cannot be approached her.

Thinking about it, Buer couldn't help but sighed, is this considered suicide by digging a hole and jumping by himself?

Although Bu Er was entangled in his heart, he was watching the game as seriously as everyone else on the surface.

"Hey, how is it?" Hirakawa Mari pointed at Goto and Bei Dao on the opposite court with a racket, hooked the corner of his mouth, and said contemptuously, "This is a move prepared for the national competition, and now it is used on you. It should be an honor.”

Goto and Kitajima are ready, this time Goto is in the first half and Kitajima is in the second half.

Hearing Hirakawa Mari's words, the two lowered their eyelids in unison.

At this moment, Bei Dao no longer had a shy smile on her face, replaced by a serious expression, the yellow-green ball bouncing back and forth between the ground and her hand.

Then, he tightened his fingers and grabbed the tennis ball, "National competition? I'm so sorry, I'm afraid I will disappoint you."

huh~
After all, the tennis ball was thrown by Bei Dao, and the racket in his right hand was raised to the level of his shoulders. His legs were slightly bent and his lower plate gradually stabilized his body. The orange-red pupils reflected the gradually growing tennis ball.

"Well, I almost forgot to tell you." Just when everyone's attention was focused on Bei Dao, Goto's easy-going and elegant voice sounded slowly, attracting everyone's attention. Raising one side, "Bei Dao is..."

hum~
The sound of the racket piercing the wind sounded slightly, and the sunlight reflected on Goto's left lens, which looked like a piece of golden light. The moment she lowered her head slightly, the golden light slid from left to right on the lens. At the same time, it was elegant and sinister The voice slipped out of her mouth, "Where is the person called by the minister...'Iron Giant'."

bang——

The sound of hitting the ball resounded loudly.

(End of this chapter)