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The next moment.

Kitagawa looked at the father and son of Sasabe, grinning with a very sunny smile.

"Two uncles, do you dare to play doubles with the two of us?"

After the voice fell.

The father and son of Sasabe looked at each other.

"Hehe..."

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"Whether you are a real master or a fake master."

"My black-eyed golden retriever will let you know what it means to play tennis!"

A gold tooth gleamed in the sun.

Sasabe's father agreed directly.

"..."

As for Sasabe's words.

At this moment, his face kept changing.

Obviously, he still remembered the experience of the Persimmon Wood Tennis Park.

But he thought about it.

His father was right next to him, even if he couldn't beat Kitagawa and Echizen Ryoma on the opposite side.

But his father could definitely do it.

The next moment, he turned from cloudy to sunny.

It was as if he had seen the scene where Kitagawa and Ryoma Echizen were abused and cried.

"Coach Kato?"

"Can you act as a temporary referee?"

Without continuing to pay attention to the other party, Kitagawa turned to look at Coach Kato who was still down.

"Oh...oh!"

"Of course no problem!"

Suddenly awakened, Coach Kato ran to the referee position on the court as soon as possible.

Facing Kitagawa, who acquired the Youth Taiwan Tennis Club, he dared not be negligent in the slightest.

On the other side.

"I remember that Ryoma seemed to have always wanted to defeat Kitagawa."

"How come Shui Lingling and the other party have become a tacit doubles now?"

Satoshi Horio looked at Kitagawa and Ryoma Echizen on the court, and the whole person became a little messy.

"I always feel that Kitagawa is Ryoma's brother."

"Well, brothers VS father and son."

Katsuo Mizuno thought for a long time and said these two sentences with a sullen stomach.

"Aren't you worried that they will lose?"

Katsuo Kato looked at the two of them nervously and asked in confusion.

"How could they lose?"

"An old man who always talks about being the runner-up in the national sports competition in high school, and a little Karami who was bullied one after another."

"I think with my two and a half years of playing experience, I can fight two people at once!"

Hori Osamu was already unhappy with the father and son of Sasabe.

Now that he has confidence, he speaks in a "wonderful" way.

At this moment.

Chi Chi......

Bang!

The handle of the racket fell directly to the ground towards Kitagawa and Echizen Ryoma.

"Kawakita Ma Long combination serves."

"The game begins!"

Coach Kato blew the whistle to start.

"Tsk..."

"It's better to let the opponent serve all the time."

Because of this result, Kitagawa couldn't help but curl his lips and muttered.

After all, this is like an invisible finishing blow, which makes people speechless.

"Then I serve?"

Looking at Kitagawa with a little doubt, Echizen Ryoma asked softly.

"......"

Kitagawa remained silent.

But he still walked straight to the receiving position.

Not long after.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Accompanied by a series of crisp collisions.

Standing near the center line of the serving area, Echizen Ryoma's feet are shoulder-width apart, his body is facing the net sideways, and his center of gravity falls on his back foot.

Then, the non-racket hand gently lifts the ball, while the arm of the racket hand is naturally bent, and the racket points to the ground.

As the ball is thrown into the air and reaches a certain height.

Echizen Ryoma transfers his body weight to the front foot and bends his knee joints at the same time.

Then, as the ball dropped to the best hitting point, he used his waist as the axis, and started with the power of his legs pushing the ground, driving his shoulders and torso to rotate forward quickly, and then his arms straightened and swung the racket faster.

He also completed the serve until the racket touched the tennis ball at a certain angle.

Although the opponent at the moment did not have much pressure.

But after all, he was playing doubles with Kitagawa.

In addition, in the match between him and Takahiro Kabaji in the Tokyo Metropolitan Conference, the opponent left the court and disappeared.

So at this moment, Echizen Ryoma attached great importance to this game.

Not only to prove his own growth, but also to feel Kitagawa's growth.

Bang!

As the tennis ball left the racket.

A stream of light flashed by.

In an instant, it passed the net and shot straight to the scoring area.

"Little devil."

"This time, I will make you all pig-headed!"

Sasabe sneered and ran towards the landing point of the tennis ball in one step.

Boom!

Bang!

A series of bangs sounded.

This ball was successfully hit back.

ThenThe tennis ball rushed towards the net.

"Uncle 'Budalak'."

"Too slow, there's no way to warm up like this!"

The next moment.

He looked closely.

I saw that Kitagawa had already arrived at the point where the tennis ball landed.

As he spoke.

He swung the racket in his hand with great force.

Bang!

He barely stayed for a second.

The tennis ball passed the net again.

"There is no tennis ball that my black-eyed golden retriever can't catch!"

Chi Chi...

He moved sideways quickly and braked with his foot.

Sasabe's father quickly appeared on the side of the tennis ball.

He grinned and showed his gold teeth.

At the same time, he swung the racket in his hand.

But when the tennis ball touched the racket, he obviously felt a little bit of difficulty.

He put his other hand on the handle of the racket without any hesitation.

Bang!

After a stalemate, he succeeded in returning the ball.

However, since the speed and power of this ball are quite good, the tennis ball hit back is also very fast. "Kitagawa." "Watch out." "This is my first step out of the shadow of the samurai!" Echizen Ryoma rushed towards the tennis ball quickly while performing a basic one-legged step. Faintly. There was a different aura emanating from his body. It was like the orange-red color under the setting sun. It was also like the blood scattered by thousands of troops. If I had to describe it. Then it was more like a crimson swordsman. Swish... Dust and air waves were flying. Echizen Ryoma came to the path that the tennis ball must pass. His eyes were rippled, and a touch of crimson filled them. He stopped and stared. The racket in his hand was gathering momentum like a sword. The aura around him was like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, boiling in an instant. A sharp edge continued to burst out around.

Ding!

In an instant.

A long and clear sword chant sounded.

At this moment, the racket in Echizen Ryoma's hand flashed and swung out.

"Crimson!"

He whispered softly.

He turned around and walked towards the serving position.

At the same time.

Bang!

Whoosh!

Boom!!!

In a flash.

The tennis ball seemed to turn into a sword beam of dozens of meters that went straight through the opposite court.

A gully gradually appeared in the dust.

And above this gully, Sasabe trembled.