Net King: Obtain Kise Ryota’s ability at the beginning

"Thank you for the advice

!" "Thank you for the advice!"

The game ended, and the two sides once again saluted each other in front of the net.

Compared with Yamabuki Middle School, the players in Konmatsukawa seemed a little frustrated.

They just swallowed five 0-6 defeats.

Such a fiasco was undoubtedly a huge blow to them.

Kimuraji ignored the players near Matsukawa Gakuen, for whom it was just one of the dry bones buried under Yamabuki's throne.

Afternoon.

Kimura and his party faced their second-round opponents.

This time, Akira Kamio and Fukaji Itake were placed in the doubles second position by Kimuraji, and Yuta was placed in the singles third.

Three more 6:0.

The strength shown by Yuta, Kamio, and Fukaji made all the school players who came to scout feel sad.

It's really different from person to person.

Two consecutive big wins made Yuta, Kamio and Fukaji become confident.

They found that it seemed that the strength of the opponent was far less powerful than imagined, and even a little weak.

And that's exactly what Kimura wants them to gain in this regional qualifier.

Following.

Regional qualifiers continue.

The morning game was another simple victory.

With yesterday's experience, today's Yuta, Kamio and Fukaji are not so excited.

Victory seemed commonplace to them.

After all, they are Yamabuki Middle School, last year's national champion.

The regional qualifiers should have been swept all the way.

In this way, it came all the way to the final, and still no school could get any game from Kimuraji and others.

Afternoon.

The final of this regional qualifier begins.

This time, the opponent of the Yamabuki Middle School Regional Qualifier Final was the Daigo High School.

The two teams were led by the staff to the final court to begin the final preparations.

"The final of this Dongcheng District Qualifier will begin, with Yamabuki Middle School playing against the top five middle schools.

"Please play from both sides!"

came a loud sound from the loudspeaker hanging above everyone's heads, and the two teams of players walked onto the court and lined up.

And the spectators who were originally wandering around got up and quickened their pace, and they couldn't miss the final.

"Please

advise!" "Please advise!"

The

contestants at the five middle schools didn't seem as nervous as those Kimuraji and the others had met before.

It doesn't seem to be a big deal to Shangshan Fuki Middle School.

In fact, they had already held a mobilization meeting long before the game.

Anyway, they have already obtained the ticket to the metropolitan competition, and they will not expect the champion of the regional qualifiers.

Today, their only goal is to win a round from the Yamabuki Middle School players.

Just one inning.

In this way, they are the only team that has won a round in the hands of Yamabuki Middle School in this regional qualifier.

It's not a small talk.

"Yuta, Fukaji. This first game is up to the two of you.

Kimuraji smiled and looked at the two, which he and Kan had also discussed.

Chishi, Yakuzu and his own style of play all have their own personal characteristics, and to put it more seriously, they are very self-conscious.

Such tennis is not a good choice for playing doubles.

Therefore, among the three of Yuta, Fukaji and Kamio, they must cultivate a reliable doubles combination as soon as possible.

Otherwise, you will have to give up only one doubles match in the following matches.

That's not a smart choice.

Therefore, this time, in addition to the first round of the regional qualifiers, Kimura and Kan Fuda also randomly combined the three in doubles.

They first need to test who and whom are better between the three.

"Yes!" Yuta

and Fukaji did not dispute this.

They didn't say they had to play singles, and they knew it.

Kimuraji, Yakutsu, and Chiseki, the seniors, are masters of singles themselves, and some of them must also shoulder the responsibility of doubles.

After all, Yamabuki Junior High School is a school famous for doubles.

After seeing the doubles two of Yamabuki Middle School, the doubles players of the fifth high school looked at each other after the first grade.

This will be their best chance of winning the next game.

"Please advise!" "

Please advise!" The

four saluted each other across the net.

This time please advise more, the players of the Big Five Institute said it sincerely.

They didn't despise Yuta and Fukaji in their hearts just because they were in third grade, and they knew that tennis is not a sport that depends on age.

The other party is indeed stronger than himself, it's that simple.

"The match begins, a tiebreaker, the serve of Okudano of the fifth high school. "

After the two sides decided on the serve, the referee climbed into the high chair and blew the horn for the start of the game.

Okudano silently patted the tennis ball in his hand on the bottom line, and this first game was very crucial for him.

The advantage of the serve, combined with the advantage of the first round, will be the most promising game of the game.

When the tennis ball reached a high point, a racket slammed into it from behind,

and the tennis ball immediately smashed into the receiving area in front of Yuta.

Kimuraji looked indifferent, and at most, this ball can only be regarded as the first-class level in the region.

For Yuta and Fukashi, it can only be regarded as barely passing.

Yuta's gaze was as sharp as a sword, and his left foot stepped out in one step.

When the tennis ball was just bouncing, it was swept away by the racket in Yuta's hand.

"So fast!"

Okudano's

pupils shrank slightly, and in his line of sight, he could only see a tennis ball getting closer and closer to him.

Although the brain had given instructions to the body, it was clear that he was still slow.

His racket was only visible when the tennis ball flew past him.

The sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground is exceptionally crisp.

"Game, Yuta Fuji, Fukaji Itake-gumi, 15:0. "

......

"Lying, right?!"

Although he knew that Yamabuki Middle School had a first-grade half-volley that hit very well, Okudano didn't expect Yuta's half-volley to be so fast and so fierce.

Okudano took a few deep breaths, which suppressed the shock that Yuta had brought him.

Fortunately, this is a doubles, and Yuta and Fukaji take turns receiving serves.

It is not possible to return with his half-volley every time.

Okudano clenched his teeth and swung the racket in his hand again, and he didn't have anything outstanding about serving purely by strength.

Ibu Shenji crouched in the backfield, his face not the slightest expression.

Shinji Ibu, who was born with a big heart, is a typical competition-type player.

Shinji Ibu cut down quickly at the bouncing tennis ball, his movements simple and powerful.

Ho ~~

Ho ~~

The tennis ball winding in the air draws a big arc around, and the sharp spinning sound is impossible to take lightly.

Although Fukaji's cutting speed was also fast, it was inferior to Yuta's half-volley, and Okudano finally kept up with the speed of this ball.

I saw his arm racket pulled up from behind, intending to hit Fukaji's chipping ball back with a topspin draw.

A piercing pain came from Okudano's wrist, and he directly released his palm.

The racket in his hand fell to the ground with a sound and slid on the ground for some distance.

"Game, Yuta Fuji, Fukaji Ibu Group, 30:0. "