"Then I'll be your first opponent."

Kitamura, the current head of the tennis department of Yamabuki Middle School, stepped forward, and he was the first to fight as a minister.

"Good."

Kimuraji nodded, no matter who it was, the result was the same.

After deciding on the serve, the two sides went to the right end line, and Kanya Fuda personally served as the referee.

"Let me see if you are arrogant or really have some skills!"

Kitamura crouched in the back, silently watching the boy in front of him secretly in his heart.

"It's going to be on, senior!"

Kimuraji smiled slightly, and then threw the ball out.

Bang!

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, the powerful topspin serve flew to Kitamura's feet at an astonishing speed.

"What a great young man!"

Kanya Kanga's cloudy eyes opened slightly, just this serve he can see that Kimuraji's strength is absolutely extraordinary, is it possible that Yamabuki Middle School finally has the opportunity to compete for the national championship this year?

Kitamura subconsciously waved the racket in his hand, and the huge impact coming from his hand in the next second made Kitamura frown, he didn't expect a first-grade serve to have such power.

"What!"

Just after he struck back the ball with difficulty, when he looked up, he saw Kimura's figure jumping high.

Boom!

The racket in Kimura's hand pressed down mercilessly, time was tight and the task was heavy, and he had to solve Kitamura quickly.

"Game, Kimuraji, 15:0."

Bantian Gan also smiled slightly.

"Bullet serve!"

The first goal is just a warm-up, and the second Kimura is no longer polite. The so-called bullet serve is just a flat-hit serve that pursues extreme violence, and with the blessing of Kimuraji's strength and skill, it forms a bullet-like speed and destructive power.

Bang!

In Kitamura's eyes, he could barely catch the shadow of a ball, but his experienced body subconsciously reacted, and his arm was thrown out from the bottom up after taking half a step to the left.

However, he still underestimated Kimura's ball, and the impact of the huge force destroyed Kitamura's body balance, and he subconsciously returned the shot away from his expected ball path, and also gave Kimura a great opportunity to fight back.

Tread!

Kimuraji has a huge span of his feet, sprints forward quickly, and when he reaches the midfield, he throws forward a straight curve.

Boom!

"Game, Kimuraji, 30:0."

A flash of approval flashed in Kanya Fuda's eyes, it was not simple for the first grade to have such speed, strength and skill.

Bang!

Bang!

"This game was scored by Kimuraji, the score was 1:0."

"Both sides change sides!"

......

"How is this possible!"

"Kitamura, he was actually suppressed by a first-grade one!"

"Wouldn't you?!"

The other candidates of Yamabuki Middle School are shocked, you must know that Kitamura is the strongest singles strength among them, which can also be seen that Yamabuki Middle School's singles are really not good.

Bang!

Bang!

The subsequent game made everyone realize how strong this arrogant first grade really was, they thought that the first game was because Kimuraji had the advantage of serve, but when Kimuraji broke strongly in the second game, they already understood that Kimuraji's strength was really above them.

In fact, Yamabuki Middle School has inevitably encountered the same problem as other schools this year, that is, the weakening of the strength brought about by the promotion of the main players of the previous class. Although Yamabuki Junior High School still retains a pair of national third-grade doubles pairs, their strongest singles is only President Kitamura, a Kanto level player.

Bang!

"The match is over, and Kimuraji wins, the score is 6:0."

Kan Fuda also sighed and reported the score in the shocked eyes of everyone.

When Kimura's last smash passed by Kitamura's side, the wave of startled qi had already destroyed Kitamura's last vestige of faith. This spring, he finally took over the position of president of the tennis club from his senior, and Kitamura was originally a little complacent, but now Kimura slapped him hard and woke him up from his joy. The identity of the president of the tennis department of Yamabuki Middle School did not improve his strength, and he was still the ordinary guy.

"Next!"

Kimuraji's gaze condensed slightly, and there was only a trace of fine sweat on his body. The match with Kitamura was a warm-up at best for Kimura, and then he had to pick out all the people who disobeyed him.

Bang!

Bang!

"The match is over, and Kimuraji wins, the score is 6:0."

"Next!"

......

Bang!

Bang!

"The match is over, and Kimuraji wins, the score is 6:0."

As Kimuraji challenged the entire Yamabuki Middle School tennis club to ferment, many other clubs came to see the excitement, and even many enthusiastic seniors were captured by Kimura's performance and became his fans.

With Yamabuki Middle School's last place in the main election, all six members of Yamabuki Middle School lost at the hands of Kimuraji, except for a set of national-level doubles combinations.

"Cut! But so!

Yakuzu pouted disdainfully, if it was him, he was confident that he could also defeat these so-called main candidates, but he couldn't be as gorgeous as Kimuraji.

"Who else?"

Kimuraji's chest rose and fell slightly, and the continuous fight of six zhengxuan made his breathing become a little rapid, if it weren't for the fact that these zhengxuan knew that they were invincible and chose to give up later, Kimuraji's situation might be more embarrassing, after all, Kuniichi's endurance is not too outstanding.

"This..." "

The members of the second and third grades, you look at me, I see that you are all silent, even the official team members have lost, and I am afraid that they will only lose even worse."

"And me!"

Qianshi Qingchun stood up from the first-grade team.

"Senishi!"

Minami Kentaro and Masami Dongfang and other first-grade patted their foreheads, and Chiseki this guy made some fun.

"You?"

Kimuraji's eyes narrowed a dangerous arc slightly, Chiseki would come out against him, but it surprised Kimuraji, as far as he knew, Chiseki should not care too much about who the head of the tennis department was.

"That's right, you are not the only freshman who is stronger than the seniors."

Chiseki Qingchun did not want to compete with Kimuraji for the seat of minister, he just wanted to personally feel the strength of Kimuraji.

"Good!"

Kimuraji shrugged indifferently and returned to the bottom line again.

The second and third grade candidates came behind Kanya Fuda, and after spending a week with Chishi, they naturally knew Chishi's strength, and they also knew that Senseki valued Chiseki very much, thinking that Chiseki could fill the deficiencies in Yamabuki Middle School's singles. They wanted to see who was stronger and weaker than Chishi, who was also in the first year.

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