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The next moment.

Mifune Nyudo shouted loudly.

No matter what he said or how angry he was, the game had to continue.

Otherwise, how could he see Kitagawa's situation?

"Senior Mifune is really anxious~"

Grinning, Kitagawa looked at Mifune Nyudo and said softly.

"Asshole, if you don't like me, then take a bottle of that drink to shut me up."

"If you don't have it, just start."

Smacking his lips, Mifune Nyudo sneered back.

"It's not that I won't give it to you, but I'm afraid you can't afford it."

Kitagawa shook his head.

"Humph!"

"I'm the head coach of the Neon U-17 training camp anyway."

"Do you think I can't afford it?"

Mifune Nyudo raised his eyebrows and instantly guessed that Kitagawa still had Akasui.

Although he was eager, his expression did not fluctuate much.

"Ghost Senior."

"Wait a moment."

While speaking.

Kitagawa snapped his fingers directly.

The next moment.

Between the surrounding trees, a fully armed figure walked out quickly with an insulated box.

The first thing he did was to put it in front of Mifune Nyudo.

"It's chilled~!"

"It's really good."

"I'll pay for your wine later."

Looking at the ten bottles of cold red water, Mifune Nyudo licked his tongue and said a few words quite generously.

Then he couldn't wait to take out a bottle and drink it.

Although the taste of red water is extremely unpalatable.

But the drunkenness and special aftertaste it brings to Mifune Nyudo are far beyond other wines.

"Hehe..."

"Ghost Senior, serve."

A sly smile flashed in his eyes.

Then Kitagawa smiled lightly at the opposite side of the ghost Jujiro.

"Yeah."

No more words were said.

Standing at the serving position, Kijujiro directly hit the tennis ball.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Accompanied by a series of crisp sounds.

The atmosphere on the court gradually became colder.

It was like a terrifying pressure spreading from hell.

At this moment, everyone off the court also saw the full picture of the racket in the opponent's hand.

Off the court.

"Such a strong sense of oppression."

"But, what's the matter with that racket? A racket with only two strings..."

"Can you really play tennis like this?"

Marui Fumita swallowed his saliva.

At the same time, a trace of doubt also came to his mind.

"Seniors."

"The cross racket is a special tennis racket for practicing sweet spot techniques."

"You know, the three sweet spots of a tennis racket include the impact center, the first harmonic wave node, and the maximum elastic recovery point."

"At the same time, according to the type and poundage of the tennis racket's upper string, by significantly changing the effective mass of the tennis racket when it contacts the tennis ball, different collision effects can be achieved."

"Of course, this is also one of the training projects we will carry out later."

The next moment.

Kitagawa, who was in a receiving posture, slowly explained loudly.

"Oh?"

"You bastard boy knows a lot."

"If I'm not mistaken, the reason why you haven't practiced this until now is that you want to lay a foundation for them first, right?"

After drinking a bottle of red water, Mifune Nyudo said with a little drunkenness.

"If you take a big step, it's easy to pull your crotch."

Although he was explaining and chatting at the same time.

But Kitagawa's attention was always on Oni Jujiro.

And the other party hasn't served yet.

It's also a chance for everyone to learn.

"Sweet spot technique...?"

In a moment.

Everyone in Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School murmured to themselves.

Everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation for the next training.

And at this moment.

"Be careful!"

Kijujiro warned in a deep voice.

At the same time, he threw the tennis ball in his hand into the air.

Just as it slowly rose into the air.

He moved his left foot to the side, his center of gravity sank, his left hand naturally stretched forward, and his right hand accumulated power behind the racket.

Until the tennis ball reached the best position.

Bang!

Kijujiro had already swung the racket out.

The powerful force was instantly converted into the kinetic energy of the tennis ball.

Whoosh!

There was a faint sound of breaking through the air between the high-speed rotation and shooting.

The air was directly penetrated at this moment.

The dust rolled to both sides under the shock wave.

Boom! ! !

Until the moment when it passed the net and hit the ground heavily.

The power of this ball gradually emerged.

Tap!

Chi Chi!

Bang!

His eyes flashed and he came in an instant.

Beichuan held the racket and swung it fiercely.

At the moment when the racket face touched the tennis ball.

[National Level...What? 】

【This is really a move that only a senior who cares about his juniors can do~】

In just a moment.

This ball was successfully hit back.

The tennis ball turned into a parabola and flew towards the opposite net in a short ball.

It seemed light, but its speed was not slow at all.

"Give it your all!"

Ghost Jujiro rushed to the net quickly.

Until he appeared in the position where the tennis ball must pass.

He jumped up.

The racket in his hand seemed to be wrapped in a strong breath in an instant.

"Black Jack Knife!"

Step!

He paused for a moment, then held the racket with both hands, twisted his body, and hit the tennis ball with great force.

In an instant.

The tennis ball seemed to be shrouded in black and red breath.

It showed a smooth arc and killed towards Kitagawa on the opposite side.

Like a battle axe, it wanted to cut off everything in front of it.

"Ghost Senior."

"It's impolite not to return the favor."

Looking at the tennis ball that was coming at him with great force, Beichuan said with a chuckle.

He bent down and put his racket on the ground.

Ding!

Beichuan twisted his body explosively and swung the racket in his hand with unprecedented terrifying power.

Swish...

A violent friction sounded, and a large number of sparks flashed from the contact point between the racket and the ground.

The whole process was like a one-handed golf shot.

"Ember Flame!"

Bang!

Accompanied by a violent collision sound.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball seemed to instantly repel the gravity of this world and soared into the sky.

Under the dazzling sunlight, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the sky seemed to be raining countless sparks.

Ta!

With a soft sound, a tennis ball wrapped in flames fell on the court on the side of Ghost Jujiro, motionless.

Less than one centimeter away from the net.

"......"

Although Onijujiro is right in front of the net, the follow-through action required for the previous ball is longer than the follow-through time of a regular swing.

In addition, before the tennis ball falls to a certain height, it is difficult to judge whether this ball that is almost touching the net has passed the net.

And when it can be judged, it is time to hit back.

However, Onijujiro's racket is a cross racket.

The intersection point and the racket frame are a certain distance, and it is much greater than one centimeter.

If it is hard to receive, it is likely to touch the net.

In short.

For this ball, Onijujiro is completely in a state of being exploited.

"Valid ball!"

"0-15!"

"The bastard scored."

After a glance, Mifune Nyudo directly announced the result.

Then he opened another bottle of red water and drank it.