Net King: My Black Basket Template

Chapter 178 Tiger Rice! Chitose's rival.
"Did you notice it, Tachibana?"

Yuki Satoru glanced slightly at Tetsuya Hara, who was walking from the edge of the net to change sides. In the nonsensical game just now, there was an undercurrent lurking under the water.

However, Shenji, who was in the middle of the situation, seemed to have finally reacted until this moment.

"Are you talking about that kind of strange mental power fluctuation? A very weird trick."

Ju Jueping opened his slightly condensed eyes, his eyes flashed, and he looked at Yuan Zheye with deep eyes, thinking secretly in his heart, the Tiantianbao Temple is really not simple.

If it was just a simple complaint and a lot of talk, with Fukaji's personality, he would definitely not be so careless.

What methods did he use?
Off the field.

Itake Fukaji walked past the coach's chair where Jilotaizuo was sitting on the side of the court with a racket in hand. When he frowned, a reminder came to his ears.

"Next, change your wildness from deterring the opponent to strengthening your instincts, and reorganize your offensive."

With his legs crossed and his dark green hair falling from his hat to cover his eyes, Ji Lotaizou said softly. Under the messy hair, his pale golden eyes glanced at Watanabe Osamu, who was holding a toothpick not far away, and he felt something in his heart. interest.

Mind, body, skill.

These three are the three different directions for every tennis player to enter the world. If you choose one of the three, you can enter the world.

There is no distinction between the three, but compared to the mysterious [Heart], the human body has its limits after all, so most of the world-class players are pursuing the path of [Heart]. .

And there are some people who have received special gains on the road of [heart].

Ji Letaizao's eyes wandered and his thoughts returned to the past.

That was when he was still competing in professional competitions in China. He once met a player whose strength reached the level of another dimension. The opponent called himself a "ninja" and dressed like a ninja. Even his moves were like the various ninja techniques of a ninja.

His tennis is a ninjutsu tennis that is full of traps in every move, and there is one move he calls [Five Rooks no Jutsu]!
These five cars are respectively.

Happy car, angry car, sad car, happy car, fearful car.
Using words, expressions, and even deliberately giving up the score to guide the rhythm of the game, forcing one's mental power to influence the opponent, hoping to achieve the goal of skillfully controlling the opponent's joy, anger, sorrow, joy, and inner emotions, thereby causing him to fall into a state of self-destruction.

It's a very interesting world-class move.

As for the tennis of this kid from Shitenbaoji, although it has not yet reached that level, it already has a faint taste of it.

It's just that he uses funny tennis methods to disrupt his opponent's concentration rather than arouse joy, anger, sorrow, and anger.

"Moreover, it's not just one person, but the entire team is doing similar training."

On the sidelines, the Koharu Yuji duo from Shitenhoji Temple were still playing tricks, and Ji Letaizao caught them all in his eyes, with a hint of curvature at the corner of his mouth.

"interesting."

"Ah, yes."

After being slightly stunned, Ibu Fukaji quickly realized what he meant. After thinking for a moment, he understood what Ji Letai Zao meant.

"Use your wildness to improve your concentration and forcibly avoid the influence of the other party.
I got the coach. "

"Well, let's go."

With a tap of his finger, Ji Letaizao said, but there was still a hint of reminiscence in his pale golden eyes.

“I seem to remember that after losing to me, he seemed to have gone to France.

Compared with the [Five-Car Technique], the [Nine-Character] technique created to defeat me in a desperate situation is actually more interesting. I don’t know if I will have the chance to see it again in the future."

The game continues.

"Brother Yiwu is coming!"

Yuan Zhe also jumped up high, with a funny smile on his face, and slammed the tennis ball down.

Bang!
With a loud roar, the tennis ball broke through the air, like a discharged bullet, leaving a trail of flames in the air.

"Senior Pingshan's sniper rifle bullets?!"

Kenya Shinobu, who had been watching the game quietly, exclaimed that he didn't expect senior Tetsuya Hara to still have this trick hidden.

"Only its shape, it is still far from a real sniper rifle bullet."

Baishi's eyes flickered slightly, and he was keenly aware of the subtle difference between the two. Although it was only a little different, this affected the power of almost three levels.

Tatata!
Ibu Fukasuke glanced sharply. The power of the tennis ball was astonishing, but he did not hesitate at all. With his wild aura fully activated, his mind and body were already stretched to the core.

"Funny bullets are more powerful~"

Just when he was about to catch the ball, Yuan Zheye's eyes were sharp and he said meaningfully in a teasing tone again.

Only this time, the situation did not happen as he expected. Itake Fukaji waved his racket and faced the tennis ball.

Bang!
The moment the string caught the tennis ball, a violent force came from the racket, the string made a harsh sound, and the body stagnates.

"Oops, can't you catch it?"

Seeing the slight deflection of the racket surface, Uchimura Kyosuke subconsciously grabbed the handrail of the stand, feeling anxious.

"No, it's not over yet!"

Yuuki Satoru narrowed his eyes slightly. There was no way that Fukaji couldn't catch this weakened version of the bullet. He must have his own plan.

Sure enough, the next moment.

The force of the tennis ball was extremely strong, but Ibu Fukaji ignored it. He released his palm slightly, then immediately tightened it, and the racket surface rotated at a slight angle.

then.

Take a step forward with your left foot, use the power of your body to drive the racket, and hit everything downward.

call out!
A sharp yellow light flew directly to the bottom corner of Yuan Zheye's backhand, with a black aura, like a golden iron feather glowing with black light, extremely sharp.

"Sure enough, I called back."

Seeing the choice Itake Fukaji made in an instant, Shiraishi felt a kind of pressure. It was not that he thought the other party could beat him, but that Itake Fukaji was only in the first grade and already had such strength.

As the minister of Shitenbao Temple, he is worried about the future of the tennis club.

Although Caizen is not bad in talent, he has only played tennis for less than half a year, and is currently barely close to the Kansai level. Compared with Ibu Fukaji, he is obviously more than a step behind.

"Brother Yiwu is very powerful, but why do you always hit my backhand?"

Yuan Zhe also moved quickly and caught up with the ball. Although he realized that his complaints had no effect, he still had no intention of stopping, as if he had integrated this habit into his body.

While hitting the ball, complaining at the same time.

Bang!
Bang!
For a while, the two maintained a fierce fight, with both sides scoring points.

Bang!
"Game, Fudomine Middle School Ibu Fukaji, 1-1!"

Bang!
"Game, Shitenhoji Hara Tetsuya, 2-1!"

"Both players exchange courts."

"2-2!"

"3-2!"

"3-3!"

"Fudomine guy is so awesome~" On the sidelines, golden Koharu looked at Ibu Fukaji, his eyes were shining, a blush appeared on his cheeks, and his body was twisted and swaying shyly.

"Koharu, do you want to cheat?" Yuji Ishiki asked loudly.

"I just care about every young and energetic boy~"

"Fudomine's Ibu-kun is shooting left and right at the bottom corners. He is planning to consume the senior's energy."

Ignoring the commotion of the two living treasures around him, Kenzu Kenya held his chin with one hand and frowned slightly. He didn't know what method the other party used. Even if he didn't look, he could always know the exact location of senior Yuan Tetsuya and accurately Hit the tennis ball in the opposite direction of the senior.

"If you just pay attention to this, there is no need to worry.

As a vending machine that can complain all day long, Hara Tetsuya-senpai has a staying power that is almost inexhaustible. "

A cold light flashed in Shiraishi's eyes. With his basic tennis skills, he could already tell that Ibu Fukaji was constantly hitting rotating balls that alternated up and down.

Although it’s not clear what will happen, it always feels like something bad will happen if it continues.
"Senior, can you detect it before that?"

He was breathing a little heavier. During the game, only the coach on the sidelines could give guidance to the players during the break, so even if Shiraishi noticed something, he could not tell the seniors.

Bang!
The moment the racket collided with the racket surface, Yuan Zheya's arm suddenly trembled, and the tennis ball immediately deviated from its trajectory and flew over the court at a large angle.

"Finally finished!"

Seeing the opponent's momentary stiffness, Itake Shinji's eyes lit up. Although this temporary paralysis move could no longer keep up with the evolution of his strength.

But if this is the first time, even if the opponent is a national-level player, he will still stumble!
"Cloud Eagle is back!"

With a few staggered steps, Ibu Fukaji instantly reached the landing point of the tennis ball. With a sharp flash in his eyes, he aimed the racket upwards and downwards at the falling tennis ball and cleverly cut it out.

Stab it!

An inverted golden crescent suddenly appeared on the court, and the tennis ball flew over the net and fell rapidly.

Looking at the violently spinning tennis ball, Ibu Fukaji's mouth curled up slightly. As soon as the ball bounced, it would be too late for the opponent to save it.

but.

He did not notice that at the moment when he was about to launch an attack, the corners of Yuan Tetsuya's mouth on the opposite side of the court also showed a slight curvature.

Tsk tsk tsk!
The tennis ball rubbed against the ground briefly, and then flew up like an eagle, soaring upward.

Swish!
However, just as the tennis ball flew into the air, a figure appeared in mid-air, spreading its arms to cover the tennis ball.

"This kind of ball path is perfect because I really like smashing!"

Bang!
The racket hit the ball hard, and the strong wind blew, and the bunches of orange-red hair hanging down by Yuan Zheye shook violently.

The next moment, even the racket buzzed violently.

The tennis ball instantly pulled out a golden beam of light, knocking the ball down in just a split second.

Itake Fukaji barely caught up, but the power of the tennis ball was too strong. Even if he caught the ball with the racket in both hands, his hands were numb in an instant. His clenched fingers were instantly shaken away, and the tennis ball knocked the racket away. The momentum was endless and he hit the barbed wire fence hard.

The sound of barbed wire clattering was left.

"My daily complaining and vocalizing have exercised my abdominal muscles, so my smashes must be very good!"

After landing, Yuan Zheye closed his mouth, his abdomen bulged and contracted, and the sound came from it, with a smug smile on his face, as if ventriloquism was more important than the smash ball just now.

But Itake Fukaji ignored him, his expression as cold as frost.

"Game, Shitenhoji Hara Tetsuya, 5-3!"

"Fukaji still lacks competition experience."

Looking at the situation on the field, Yuki Satoru sighed lightly.

Although Yuan Zheya really didn't know what the temporary paralysis technique was, for him, a seasoned veteran, the long-term alternating up and down spin play was too conspicuous.

Therefore, even if they didn't know what Shenji was planning, the other party decisively chose to use a flaw to get Shensi out.

This confrontation has nothing to do with technology, but the gap between experience and vision.

However, the impact of that goal goes far beyond just one point.

At a critical moment in the game, being completely calculated by his opponent would have a huge long-tail effect on Fukaji's spirit and offensive and defensive rhythm.

Because when he attacks, he can't help but have doubts.

And this moment of hesitation will lead to defeat.

Bang!
"Game, Shitenhoji Hara Tetsuya, 6-4!"

"The game is over, Tiantianbao Temple wins, the total score is 1-0!"

"Dong, dong, dong dong dong!! Shitenbao Temple!"

"Dong, dong, dong dong dong!! Shitenbao Temple!"

After winning their first victory, the cheerleading team of Shitenbao Temple suddenly burst into enthusiastic cheers.

"It's really not easy to win. Even in that situation, I still held on and recovered one point."

At the end of the game, Yuan Zhe also stopped being funny, took the towel from Shiraishi, and said.

"The winner is king!"

"That's right."

A white towel was placed on his head, blocking all sight lines from both sides.

At this moment, Ibu Fukaji could only hear his own breathing, as well as the annoyance and unwillingness in his heart.

"I was so arrogant that I didn't realize that the ball was a trap!
hateful! .”

"Shenji actually lost."

Akira Kamio wanted to go over and comfort Fukaji. This was the first time he saw him look so annoyed.

But before he could walk over, Yuuki Satoru held his shoulders: "Let him be alone for a while."

While the third singles match between Fudomine and Tentenhoji ended, the battle between Hyotei and Tatekai Dai continued, and compared to Ibu Fukaji and Hara Tetsuya, the lineup here seemed to have more weight.

Bang!
Chitose Qianli raised her arms and dunked the ball, and the tennis ball in mid-air immediately turned into an afterimage and exploded towards the opponent, disappearing the moment it bounced.

At the same time, the colorful halo in his eyes was so rich that it almost overflowed. A burst of colorful stars flashed, and he spoke softly:
"Six balls!"

Tatata!
At this time, a rush of footsteps quickly sounded from the opposite side.

soon.

Bang! Uh-huh!
Only the sound of a hitting ball was heard, and the sound of a ball crossing the court instantly. The shadow of the player's swing could not be seen, nor could the trajectory of the tennis ball be seen.

The cold and stern young man wearing a hat has sharp eyes, holding his racket like a sword, and his eyes are like knives piercing Chitose coldly.

"It's as fast as the wind!"

(End of this chapter)