Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

"This..."

"It's like a shot of chicken blood!"

The Hyotei Academy regulars who were watching the game with a spectator's mentality were dumbfounded at this moment.

After all, there were very few times when Atobe Keigo could go all out to this extent.

"This junior is so amazing!"

"All kinds of basic tennis skills are just at his fingertips."

Even Akutagawa Jiro, who particularly admired Marui Bunta, was looking closely at Kitagawa on the court at this moment, without a trace of sleepiness.

"Indeed."

"He is really strong!"

Oshitari Yuushi no longer leaned against the wall at this moment, but walked over here.

Now he looked particularly serious.

It was as if he had seen a monster.

And as the referee, Inoue Mamoru's senses were obviously more profound than others.

"As expected of a boy who can defeat the son of a samurai."

"Even when facing the Ice King, he showed no signs of weakness."

"It's hard to imagine how strong Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School will be in this year's Kanto Tournament and National Tournament..."

Just as he lost consciousness.

A tennis ball flashed past him.

It was so fast that it seemed as if it had never appeared.

"So fast!"

A "川" character seemed to be engraved on the center of Atobe Keigo's brow, and it was still twisting.

Whoosh!

Although his eyes saw the blurred trajectory of the tennis ball.

But he still didn't have time to react.

It just passed by the tip of his hair.

"Uncle?"

"I scored."

Kitagawa slowly retracted his limbs, grinned, and shouted directly to Inoue Mamoru.

At the same time, he pointed to the tennis ball bouncing behind Atobe Keigo.

"Oh...oh!"

"Valid ball!"

"0-40!"

"Kitagawa scored!"

Suddenly awake, Inoue Mamoru immediately looked over there.

Then he announced the result loudly.

"Senior Atobe, do you want to add some bets?"

Then.

Kitagawa moved his eyes to Atobe Keigo across from him with a smile.

"How do you add?"

His eyes were still scanning Kitagawa's body.

Even at this time, Atobe Keigo still did not give up the idea of ​​seeing through Kitagawa's weaknesses.

"One ball decides the outcome."

"As long as Senior Atobe can catch the next ball, then I lose."

"Not only will the giant ship give way, but we will all swim back to Kanagawa."

"Of course."

"If Senior Atobe loses."

"Then it's you who will swim back to Kanagawa."

Stretching himself, Kitagawa said to Keigo Atobe as if he had just finished warming up.

At this moment, even if the regular players of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School have been training like this for more than a few days.

But this place is still more than ten kilometers away from Kanagawa.

If they really swim back.

It will take at least six hours.

"..."

In an instant.

The look in Keigo Atobe's eyes when he looked at Kitagawa changed again and again, and he seemed particularly entangled.

In fact.

In his opinion.

If he was asked to score, there might be problems in the current situation.

But it's not like he hadn't caught the ball before.

But if he accepted this proposal, regardless of winning or losing, the proud Atobe Keigo would find it hard to accept it.

However, with the brief confrontation with Kitagawa just now, he was a little more sober.

If he continued, the risk that Atobe Keigo would take would be very high.

"Inhale...exhale..."

After taking a few deep breaths.

"You said it!"

Without further hesitation, Atobe Keigo directly agreed to the proposal.

Immediately.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of tennis rackets hitting each other rose again.

At this moment, Atobe Keigo's eyes were almost locked on Kitagawa.

The aura of the whole person became stronger and stronger.

It was as if gusts of cold wind were accompanied by ice crystals.

Crunch!

The palm of his hand tightly grasped the handle of the racket, and the muscles of his arm gradually bulged, and the veins and blood vessels were clearly visible.

His eyes were fixed.

He grabbed the bouncing tennis ball and threw it into the air.

Guide, bounce, backswing, swing.

The whole process was smooth.

After a bang from the racket face.

The tennis ball shot towards Beichuan's blind spot like an ice crystal shell.

Indistinctly, it seemed as if the frost and ice storm were following him.

There was no doubt.

Although Keigo Atobe agreed to Beichuan's proposal.

But his self-esteem still drove him to want toScore directly with ACE.

Perhaps only in this way.

Can this reckless gamble be considered to have an acceptable end.

"Senior Atobe."

"When you want to see through your opponent's weaknesses, your opponent is also seeing through your weaknesses."

"Blind persistence will only expose your weaknesses to your opponent without any cover!"

Kitagawa seemed to flash, and before the tennis ball crossed the gap, he had already appeared at the predicted landing point of the tennis ball.

In fact.

Although Atobe Keigo is sometimes really narcissistic and arrogant.

But in the final analysis, he is just a tsundere guy.

Just like the game between him and Tezuka Kunimitsu of Seigakuen in the Kanto Tournament in the original book.

Focusing on the opponent's weaknesses and hitting them continuously.

But in the end, not only did it not bring a real victory to Hyotei Academy, it even made him feel guilty.

Boom!

The next moment.

The tennis ball landed.

The racket held in Beichuan's right hand has also been placed on the left side of the body.

The racket frame points to the ground diagonally behind, the racket head points in the opposite direction, and the racket face is opposite to the side of the body.

At the same time, the right foot steps forward, the left foot touches the ground, and the body sinks forward and downward.

Just like a scarlet swordsman facing the doomsday ice storm.

Faintly.

A stream of bright gray air gradually permeates around Beichuan.

"Cut the thunder!"

Swish!

In a flash.

Beichuan slashed out with a sword.

The frost crystal that followed was like the fate line was cut off, and it disappeared in an instant.

The tennis ball in the frost also disappeared without a trace.

Quiet!

It was as if the pause button was suddenly pressed.

"Valid goal!"

"Kitagawa scored!"

"1-0!"

After a short silence, Inoue Mamoru's voice rang out.

It instantly broke the silence.

Atobe Keigo looked at the long, straight, charred mark behind him and froze in his place.

"Lost???"

"The ship just lost like that?"

Akutagawa Jiro swallowed his saliva, and even thought that he was hallucinating because he hadn't woken up yet, and pinched his cheek subconsciously.

After feeling the pain, his eyes immediately turned to Atobe Keigo.

Not only him, but also the other regulars of Hyotei Academy.

"Uncle Inoue, Miss Saori."

"I'm sorry I can't continue to send you off."

However.

Atobe Keigo, who had already lost, showed a very elegant smile at this time and said to Inoue Mamoru and Shiba Saori.

Obviously, even if he lost, he would not be a embarrassed clown.