Net King: This player is backed by justice

Chapter 38 It’s obvious that talent is incomparable, but if you don’t even work hard.
Fuji Shusuke didn't expect that his serve didn't cause any trouble to Jinguji Hikari. He couldn't help but look more solemn, and at the same time, the abnormal excitement in his heart became stronger.

The game continues.

Fuji Shusuke took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, his momentum was calm, and the grandeur and impetuosity in his expression were slowly smoothed away, and he looked intently at Jinguji Hikari opposite him.

Although Jinguji Hikaru's previous serve was very powerful, it was already amazing that Jinguji Hikaru's body could hit such a powerful serve. It would be impossible to perform it continuously. Fuji Shusuke would not be beaten. He was deceived by Jinguji Hikari's aura.

What he has to do now is to stabilize his position, entangle him, and then look for opportunities to win the game!
Fuji Shusuke thought of this, his eyes narrowed, and then he threw up the tennis ball.

"Huh!"

With a slight cry of anger, the tennis ball was hit hard by Fuji towards Jinguji Hikari's court.

Although the power is not very strong, the angle and ball control are perfect.

Jinguji Hikaru decided to let Fuji Shusuke face the reality and rub Fuji Shusuke's edge, so naturally it was impossible for Fuji Shusuke to have any chance to gain the upper hand.

With a few slight movements of his feet, Jinguji Hikaru's figure appeared in front of the tennis ball. He stood firm and hit the tennis ball back like a fort!

"Oh!"

The dull sound of hitting the ball makes many people feel their scalp numb when listening to it, and the deformation of the tennis ball on the racket makes people change their color.

However, these are still within the scope of Fuerzhou's help.

Holding the racket with both hands, relying on the inertia of sprinting and the weight of his body, Fuji steadily caught the ball.

"Oh!"

The moment the racket caught the tennis ball, the huge force almost caused Fuji to lose his center of gravity. Fortunately, Fuji managed to hold on with his excellent reflexes and balance!

At this time, the tennis ball seemed to Fuji to be as hard to shake as a shot put.

Give it to me, go back!
Fuji gritted his teeth tightly and used all his strength to hit the tennis ball back.

"Oh!"

Naturally, Jinguji Hikaru would not show mercy, and the next goal came immediately.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

At this time, the game was one-sided. Fuji's difficulty in catching the ball every time was seen by the audience, and there was a touch of pity in their eyes when they looked at Fuji.

In their view, Fuji, who was completely suppressed, had no chance of winning.

"He's still persisting."

"What's the use of persisting? You can't even fight back with a decent counterattack."

"And judging by the way he's struggling, it seems like he's spending a lot of energy."

Some sophomores and juniors make sarcastic remarks on the sidelines. They have the experience of playing with the team and are often more realistic than the first-year students who expect miracles to happen.

If it were them, they would have surrendered long ago when faced with this situation.

"There's absolutely no need to insist."

"You won't win anyway."

"It's hopeless."

These second and third graders said this, but their eyes kept wandering between Fuji Shusuke and Jinguji Hikari, with slightly envious and numb expressions.

It would be great if I could also have such strength.

But, I'm just me.

I'm so unhappy.

Gradually, a look of struggle appeared in their eyes.

After all, even Fuji Shusuke, whom they mocked, was powerful enough to crush them. Just the disappearing serve was something they found difficult to achieve.

Is this the gap between geniuses and ordinary people?

So boring.

Finally, the struggle in the eyes of these second and third graders gradually disappeared, replaced by numbness, and the idea of ​​withdrawing from the society arose in their hearts.

"Come on! Fuji-san!" "Come on!"

At this moment, the harsh voice of the first grade suddenly sounded, and one of the third grade seniors looked a little unhappy and said: "Hey, the first graders are so noisy."

"what."

The freshman who just shouted "Come on" looked at the senior timidly.

The senior said speechlessly: "That guy Fuji clearly can't beat the minister, so your cheering for him is in vain, it's a waste of effort."

"Ah, but Fuji-san is still working hard."

the first-year student whispered.

Seeing him like this, the senior couldn't help but smile mockingly.

"Weren't you yourself eliminated early? You are weaker than Fuji, so what qualifications do you have to cheer for him!"

The first-year student looked stunned, but the senior said to himself: "If you have this skill, you might as well think about how to improve yourself."

Although the senior said so, he was not optimistic about this new student. He finally understood that with the existence of Jinguji Hikari, Fuji, Tezuka and others, the tennis club would not survive without them in the future. Space.

Sure enough, I still have to quit the club.

Just when the senior was losing interest, the first-year student suddenly spoke.

"I'm just improving myself!"

Ok?
The senior looked at the first-year student in astonishment.

The first-year freshman said with longing eyes: "I think Mr. Fuji is very good. Facing players who are stronger than himself, he still fights so persistently and strives for the possibility of winning. I think this kind of perseverance is amazing." cool."

The third-year senior looked at the first-year student in astonishment.

"Boy"

"If I had shown the same perseverance as Fuji-san during the competition, I wouldn't be too sad after thinking about it."

The first-year student smiled sheepishly and said: "Unfortunately, at that time, because the strength gap between me and Fuji-san was so big that I couldn't see the hope of winning, I gave up early in my heart, and my performance was ugly. It’s a game that I feel ashamed of.”

"Actually, I know that when Fuji competed with the chief, I was quite happy. I thought I could see Fuji in such a embarrassed state, but now I really want to cheer for Fuji from the bottom of my heart."

At this time, the first grader's eyes were shining with a particularly bright light.

"I think it's so cool to grit your teeth and refuse to give up like that!"

This guy!
The third-year senior looked at the first-year student unexpectedly and was stunned. Then he said, "So, you were eliminated by Fuji."

"Hey, yeah."

Looking at the somewhat embarrassed first-year students, and then at the awkward pursuit of tennis balls on the court, but with an unwavering expression on their face, the third-year seniors fell into deep thought.

Have you ever played a game like that?
Facing an opponent who is stronger than yourself, will you grit your teeth and persevere like that?

No way, after all, I just had the idea of ​​​​escape.

However, even a talented player like Fuji will meet players who are more talented and stronger than him. The disparity is no different from the gap between himself and Fuji, but in the same situation, Fuji does not. give up.

And yourself.
Obviously his talent is beyond comparison, but if he even works hard...
Just hold on!

The senior's numb eyes regained new brilliance, and his expression slowly became determined.

"Come on! Buer!"

At this time, Fuji, who had been at a disadvantage, suddenly made some moves!
Facing the topspin ball played by Hikari Jinguji, Fuji Shusuke suddenly raised his racket and swung it sharply from high to downward, drawing a semicircle in the air.

"Oh!"

After the tennis ball landed on the ground, under everyone's surprised eyes, it did not bounce up. Instead, it stayed close to the ground and rushed out of Jinguji Hikari's court.

"Oh."

Jinguji Hikaru looked at the ball casually, and then looked calmly at Fuji Shusuke on the opposite side.

Fuji Shusuke's hair was slightly messy at this time, his breath was a little confused, and his chest was heaving, but his piercing eyes were firmer than ever before.

"Flying swallows return to their nests!"

(End of this chapter)