Net King: Starting from Li Hai as a substitute

Chapter 34 Lost
"In the ninth game, Izumi Amamiya's serve."

Amamiya Izumi stood behind the baseline, looking at Hiroshi Fujiwara, who was getting stronger and stronger on the opposite side, and his heart became a little heavy.

"Sure enough, the strength of a person who can become the head of the Rikkai University Tennis Club is not that simple."

After all, a quasi-national level is considered half a national level.

Amamiya Izumi adjusted his breathing and mentality, and threw the tennis ball high.

boom!
flying fish!

Da da da!
call out!
Hiroshi Fujiwara's figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye he came to the spot where the tennis ball landed, and the racket turned and pressed downwards.

boom!
"The speed is 20.00% faster than before!"

Amamiya Izumi's expression became more solemn, and he chased after the ball and hit it back with the intention of slowing down the pace of the game.

But Hiroshi Fujiwara didn't want to let Izumi Amamiya get his wish, so he quickly went to the net and pushed the tennis ball back.

The pace of the game continues to increase.

"You still want to use this method to deal with me?"

Amamiya Izumi had doubts in his heart, but he didn't know what Hiroshi Fujiwara was thinking, so he could only continue to maintain the situation.

After several more rounds of fighting, under Hiroshi Fujiwara's constant pressure, the pace of the game continued to accelerate.

Amamiya Quan didn't want to be led by Hiroshi Fujiwara, so he launched the spider web again.

boom!
The tennis ball spins in the air, drawing a huge arc, and falls to the opposite corner at a tricky angle.

When Hiroshi Fujiwara moved, he found that his movements became a little slow, but at this time he did not panic, but showed a confident smile on his face.

"Your spider web is useless!"

Instant step!

boom!
Hiroshi Fujiwara stomped his right foot to the ground, suddenly flashed behind the tennis ball, and swung his racket towards the tennis ball with a wanton and arrogant gesture.

"Lightning volley!"

boom!
In Amamiya Izumi's eyes, the data lines that were originally tied to Fujiwara Hiroshi were all broken in an instant.

At the same time, lightning flashed on the court, and a deep mark appeared on Amamiya Izumi's feet.

"Hiro Fujiwara scores, 15-0."

"Boy, if you underestimate me, you will suffer a big loss."

Fujiwara Hiroshi held the racket in his right hand and said these words in the same posture as Amamiya Izumi before, showing the domineering attitude that belongs to the current minister of Rikkai University.

Amamiya Izumi was shocked by this momentum for a moment, his body stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed again.

"Did you break free of the cobwebs with explosive power and speed that exceeded the limit level? Sure enough, everyone who is about to reach the national level will have something they want to keep at the bottom of the box."

Amamiya Izumi's smile became a little bitter: "I can't think of a way to win anymore."

"But no matter what, you have to go all out for this game!" Amamiya Izumi's expression became serious again.

Spider web, spread out at full strength!

On the court, two completely different styles of play began to collide fiercely.

On one side is a lightning-fast, continuous attack, and on the other side is a quagmire-like, airtight defense.

This is a contest of spear and shield.

Although Fujiwara Hiroshi was obviously stronger and his offensive was very fast, Amamiya Izumi maintained the situation and did not let the game show a one-sided trend after paying the price of a sharp consumption of physical and mental energy.

boom!
"Game, Hiroshi Fujiwara, 4-5."

boom!
"Game, Hiroshi Fujiwara, 5-5."

boom!
"Game, Hiroshi Fujiwara, 6-5."

Although Hiroshi Fujiwara took the lead in three consecutive rounds, it took him nearly 10 minutes. Moreover, due to his constant use of shunbu and lightning volleys to break free from the shackles of the spider web, Hiroshi Fujiwara's physical strength was also very high, and his whole body was soaked in sweat. Wet.

However, compared with Fujiwara Hiroshi, Amamiya Izumi's condition is obviously much worse.

Not only is his physical strength on the verge of exhaustion, but his mental strength has also reached its limit due to overloaded calculations.

Amamiya Izumi was sweating profusely, veins popped out on his forehead, and his whole person looked shaky.

People on the sidelines were extremely shocked when they saw this scene. This first-year student named Amamiya Izumi could actually fight to such an extent with Tennis Director Hiroshi Fujiwara.

"Are you kidding me? Is this Amamiya Izumi really a first grader?"

"A few days ago he said that he must be stronger than us. At that time, I thought he was talking nonsense, but now it seems that it is true!" "And this guy's perseverance is not like a first-grade brat at all. It's really scary. Guy!"

Fujiwara Hiroshi looked at Amamiya Izumi, who couldn't even stand firmly on the opposite side, and couldn't help but feel a little admiration in his heart. In terms of the performance of this game, he already regarded Amamiya Izumi as an opponent of the same level.

"But reality is always cruel, let me end this game!"

……

boom!
"Hiro Fujiwara scores, 15-0."

……

boom!
"Izumi Amamiya scores, 15-30."

……

boom!
"Game, Hiroshi Fujiwara, 7-5."

"The first game of Group D, Hiroshi Fujiwara 7-5 Izumi Amamiya, won by Hiroshi Fujiwara!"

As the referee's words fell, the game finally ended.

After Amamiya Izumi heard this result, the tight strings in his heart finally relaxed, and he collapsed to the ground completely weak.

Amamiya Izumi covered his face with his left hand to block the dazzling sunlight in the sky and his somewhat depressed expression.

"This time, I lost again..."

"Hey, how long are you going to lie down on the ground?"

Amamiya Izumi took away his left hand that was covering his eyes and saw Sanada standing in front of him with his hand extended.

"Sorry, sorry, a little too tired."

Amamiya Izumi smiled, took Sanada's outstretched hand, and then used his strength to stand up again.

Then he saw Yukimura, Marui, and Nioh walking over.

"Amamiya, you have improved a lot compared to half a year ago."

"Amamiya, you have already fought well. It doesn't matter if you didn't win against Fujiwara Minister this time."

"I didn't expect you to be so strong. It's really surprising, pffff~"

Listening to the comfort from his friends, Amamiya Izumi seemed to be in a much better mood.

"Don't worry about me, I'm not that fragile. There will be a substitute match later anyway."

Amamiya Izumi looked around and found that Liu was not there: "Where is Liu? Hasn't he finished the game yet?"

Everyone seemed to have reacted after hearing what Izumi Amamiya said. They were so focused on watching Izumi Amamiya's game just now that they didn't even notice it.

"Yes, why hasn't Liu come here yet?"

"Who is he competing against? Is he a very powerful senior in the main selection?"

"Probably not a regular member, but I don't quite remember that person's name."

At this time, Fujiwara Hiroshi, who had just walked off the court and rested for a while, came over and said, "Are you talking about the first game of Group B, Yanagi Renji's game?"

"minister?!"

Everyone bowed to Hiroshi Fujiwara and said hello, and then replied: "Yes."

"Oh, if that game had happened, it would be excusable that it didn't end now. After all, I specially selected a strong opponent for Liu."

"Who?"

"Mori Kosaburo!"

……

On the other side, on the playing field of Group B.

On the scoreboard, the score "5-2" is particularly conspicuous.

Liu, who is the top player in Kanto, is actually lagging behind by a huge margin!

Liu was sweating profusely and looked at the smiling red-haired man opposite him with a solemn expression.

"Moori Jusaburo, who is this guy..."

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