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Looking at the opponent who looked like a dead dog.

The cruelty and arrogance on Kirihara Akaya's face still lingered.

As his voice fell.

The referee on the podium was stunned for a moment. He really didn't expect that the singles match would be so fast.

Just one ball hit the opponent on the wire mesh and made him faint.

It was extremely violent!

But after all, he was an old referee. Although he was distracted, he came back to his senses in the first time.

He announced the result loudly at the moment.

"Beep beep!"

"Because Lambert from Yokohama Suiran Junior High School cannot continue the game."

"Therefore, Kirihara Akaya from Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School won the singles match."

As the voice fell.

Kirihara Akaya, who was like a demon from hell in the last second, was like a power plug was pulled out, and the demonization and red-eye mode were removed in an instant.

At the same time, he muttered.

"A week's labor..."

"How many balls do I have to catch, how many ghosts do I have to see?"

"Great..."

Before he could finish, he was about to faint.

There was no way, demonization itself was a state of overdrawing oneself.

In addition, because of the full-strength attack.

The body directly activated the self-protection mechanism.

"Oh my~"

"It's good to be young, fall asleep as soon as you lie down."

Just at this moment.

Kitagawa appeared beside Kirihara Akaya with a sunny smile on his face.

He grabbed the collar behind his neck and lifted him up.

While speaking.

He gave a meaningful look to Galka at Yokohama Suiran Junior High School.

The provocation was quite obvious.

Then he lifted Kirihara Akaya and walked towards Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School.

"I feel that Junior Kitagawa is becoming more and more skilled."

"Just like holding a puppy."

Bunta Marui, who blew a bubble, said with a smile.

"To be precise."

"It's more like holding a little teddy bear by the back of its neck."

The jackal Kuwahara beside him said this seriously.

Click!

The next moment.

Niou Masaharu, whose sweat on his forehead had not completely dried, was taking pictures with his mobile phone.

His face was full of mischief.

"There are only two juniors, and only one can play."

"Take it easy."

Adjusting his glasses, Yagyu Hiroshi suggested to Niou Masaharu seriously.

"That makes sense~"

"Save it first, and later...Puchi..."

Hearing this.

Niou Masaharu nodded thoughtfully.

Then he grinned, full of the cunning feeling of a fox.

At this time.

"It's finally my turn~"

After warming up, Yukimura Seiichi picked up his racket and put his coat on the bench with a gentle smile.

"Don't be stubborn."

Glancing at the coat, Sanada Genichiro earnestly warned Yukimura Seiichi.

"Don't worry."

With a gentle smile.

Yukimura Seiichi walked straight towards the court.

He passed by Kitagawa who was carrying Kirihara Akaya.

You can say.

This game was his first real match after his recovery.

Although it was only one ball, Yukimura Seiichi was obviously quite excited at the moment.

"Which is more terrible, physical pain or mental pain?"

After placing Kirihara Akaya on the bench, Kitagawa looked at Yukimura Seiichi who had already reached the court and couldn't help but chuckle.

Yokohama Suiran Junior High School.

"Are you challenging me?"

"What a fool who doesn't know how high the sky is!"

"Without the HERO Tennis Club, he is nothing!"

The red-haired Galka sneered.

At the same time, he also set his sights on the last team member beside him except the translator.

"Don't think I don't know what you are thinking."

"Barbie and the others are idiots, but I am not."

After sensing his gaze, the orange-haired Brody said these two words to the other party with a look of disgust.

"What if you know? What if you don't know?"

"If you can't win, do you think you can continue to play tennis?"

"If you want to blame someone, you can only blame that group of trash for being too useless."

The red-haired Galka, who looked indifferent, said softly in a playful tone.

"Hehe..."

"I will win the game, and I will also make you miserable."

After Brody with orange hair said a harsh word, he walked directly to the other side of the court.

Just as the other party said.

It is an open conspiracy at the moment.

It is not his turn to decide whether to go up or not.

Of course.

For the nextHe didn't care about his opponent Yukimura Seiichi from beginning to end.

Because Brody plays mental tennis!

"Ding ding ding!"

"The fourth singles match."

"Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School Yukimura Seiichi vs Yokohama Suiran Junior High School Brody."

"Yukimura Seiichi serves."

"The game begins!"

The two looked at each other in silence.

The referee on the podium blew the whistle for the game.

To be honest, this uncle was also very curious at this moment whether Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School could end all three singles matches with one ball.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Under the gaze of everyone.

Yukimura Seiichi hit the tennis ball.

The gentle smile on his face did not diminish at all.

"I really want you to experience sense deprivation."

"But our minister is a little anxious."

"So, please indulge in..."

"In the nightmare!"

As the last word fell.

The bouncing tennis ball was caught by Yukimura Seiichi and then thrown into the air.

In an instant.

A strange wave spread in all directions like the skirt of a goddess.

In just a blink of an eye.

It has already enveloped the entire court.

Step!

With a leap, the racket in Yukimura Seiichi's hand was also swung out with a different aura.

Bang!

After a crisp sound.

The tennis ball that broke away from the racket flew towards the opposite side at a moderate speed.

"Playing tricks!"

"It's just a mental tennis ball. You're talking so immaturely. Do you really think it can add any power?"

The orange-haired Brody sneered with contempt.

He waited so long to break up with Galka, but he didn't do it for nothing.

In the final analysis, he wanted to catch the mantis while the oriole was waiting behind.

As long as he won the game, the final result would be in his hands.

As for the opponent's series of mistakes that led to the injuries of that group of rubbish, the tennis club must have someone to take the blame.

Putting away his imagination, Brody immediately rushed towards the tennis ball.

A different charm rose from his whole body.

Bang!

When the racket in his hand touched the bouncing tennis ball.

The pupils of his eyes suddenly became blurred.

As time went by, the cold sweat broke out.

The next second.

The whole person was like a sleepwalking lunatic, throwing down the racket in his hand and running outside inexplicably.

He even bumped into things from time to time.

But it still didn't wake the other person up.