Net King: Opening Ten Draws

Wetaro and Mitsugu are not weak, and they are the mainstays of their respective teams, but they lost so much in the face of the suppression of the American combination.

"I'm sorry... Captain... Everyone."

On the right, Wetaro and Mitsuya Yakuto walked off the arena in despair. It was the first time they lost so badly.

"It's okay, just do your best, Moonlight, Watanabe, go and win the doubles one! I want you all to... win as soon as possible!"

Lin Bing opened her mouth with a cold expression.

The originally dull crowd suddenly showed excited expressions.

Although they lost a game, the second game will be Yuezhi Yueguang and Watanabe.

The strength of the two is well known to everyone. Light hitting and Mach serve. These two skills have established the pair's super offensive aggression.

The two may not have any doubles skills, but in terms of their personal abilities, they can just rub against each other and produce different effects.

Beep beep! Japan-U.S. friendly match between junior high school, doubles one match is about to start, please prepare for both players.

The referee blew the sound of the start of the second game, and the playlists of both sides appeared on the big screen.

Yuezhi Moonlight, Watanabe Don Pacino, Alan Hopkins.

"The strength of these two pairs is a bit tricky."

"Judging from the extent of their muscle stretching, their physical fitness is very strong and cannot be underestimated."

Irie Zou pushed his glasses more and said in a solemn tone.

Although there is not much information about this pair in the arena, their strength is worthy of attention to be able to beat the two of Oliba to become a doubles one.

"Don't worry, Moonlight and the others won't lose...Mach serves, hits the ball, and they will definitely win."

On the right, Wetaro wiped his sweat and said in a sure tone.

In fact, the two of Mitsugu are very clear that their task is to ensure that they do not lose too many points in the first game, and the task has been met.

"Have a good rest, and leave the next game to us."

The corners of Watanabe's mouth curled into a sly smile.

"Come on, brother!"

In the auditorium, when Watanabe walked onto the field, Chloe, who was in Huamura Aoi's arms, waved her small arms.

........The United States goes to war zone.

The team members did not show much joy.

According to their plan, the first game was a big victory to boost morale.

Unexpectedly, the tenacious Mitsugu duo scored three points and three points, to the expected effect.

Oliba also knew that they did not complete the task, and their faces were a little guilty.

"It's alright, it's good to win. I'll get rid of the two of you next time. If we can end the game [*]-[*], we will play very easily in the next two games."

Ralph Reinhardt said seriously.

............Please read...."Relax, our team has never lost, leave it to us Chan Chan"

Don Pacino gave a disgusting smile.

Everyone on the US team is used to it, and they don't think it matters.

The radio sounded, and Don Pacino and Alan Hopkins took their rackets and walked towards the arena.

The noisy voice slowly quieted down, and everyone looked towards the arena with excitement in their eyes.

The two sides came to the stadium and stood from a distance.

Due to the language barrier and lack of leg strength, the referee blew the whistle.

"Beep beep!! The game started, and the Japanese team Yuezhi Yueguang took the lead in serving, and the game was over."

Four people 4 turned and walked towards their area.

On the tee, Yuezhi Yueguang raised his head, his long hair was blown by the breeze, revealing his heart-shattering right eye.

An obscure aura spread from his body, and the surroundings were shrouded in strange divisions.

The two of Don Pacino frowned slightly, but didn't think much of it.

Swish! Tennis is in the air.

Yuezhi Yueguang flexed his knees and jumped, and waved his arms down.

Bang! The ball trembled, the racket-holding arm turned into an afterimage and swayed, and the tennis ball quickly disappeared in place.

Bang! The air was cut by a thin line and repelled all around.

In an instant, the center of the arena became programmed.

Boom! The tennis ball hit the ground, and the strong upspin didn't keep the ball on the ground for long.

Almost at the moment of landing, it bounced out of the bounds and hit the wall.

A thin golden line crossed the field, and the three voices were almost connected into a line. Before Don Pacino and Alan Hopkins could react, the ball had already rolled out of bounds.

Mach serves 245...! Yuezhi Yueguang, Watanabe scored, the score was 15.

The whistle blew, and the people who were still staring at the arena suddenly showed incredible eyes.

The score was scored in just an instant, and no one in the audience reacted.

There was deep astonishment in everyone's eyes.

Don Pacino and Alan Hopkins looked at each other, turned their heads stiffly, and looked at the tennis ball outside the bounds with a look of horror.

"This serve speed...just kidding."

Du Du widened his eyes and said incredulously.

"It's fast, it's scary fast, this guy's serve..."

Echizen Ryuya's eyes flashed with fear.

Obviously did not expect Yuezhi Yueguang to play such an amazing serve.

"The speed of the ball just now was at least 240, which is faster than the seniors in our club's high school."

"...The speed of the ball is too exaggerated."

Team USA took a deep breath.

Looking at the moonlight, his eyes were more shocked.

When 2 serves, there is only 35 kilometers left from the professional goal line. If it is played by high school students, it may be acceptable.

But for a freshman in a country, this is too scary.

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Chapter 221: The Crushing of Extreme Speed ​​(6 More)

Chapter 21: "The speed of the ride, hiss..."

When everyone on the American team heard this, they took a deep breath, and a shock flashed in their eyes.

Everyone on the U.S. team knew very well that with the abilities of Don Pacino and Alan Hopkins, it was impossible to hit back at such a speed.

"It's over, if the opponent can keep the ball at this speed, doesn't it mean that he can score as long as he serves"

Oriba said in disbelief.

"Although I don't want to admit it, the fact is that...the speed of the ball...is not something that people of our age can easily touch."

Ralph Reinhardt said timidly.

"Ugh......"

The American team members froze for a moment and sighed softly.

However, Echizen Ryuya didn't show too much anxiety, instead she looked "zero six three"

calm.

He doesn't have a sense of team pride, he just wants to be able to compete with Lin Bing.

Don Pacino and Alan Hopkins are indeed very strong, at least stronger than Oliba.

But at this level of ball speed, it's useless even if they are in a hurry, everything has to be handled by Don Pacino himself.

"The speed of the ball is in the serving game, and there is an absolute advantage in scoring."

The corners of Sanjingu's mouth twitched slightly, and he let out a sigh of relief.

If this game is lost again, then his inner guilt will only deepen.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Just as everyone was talking, three banging sounds sounded again.

Nearly overlapping sounds echoed on the court, and the tennis balls were rolling out again.

! Yuezhi Yueguang, Watanabe score, the score is 30.

"It's so fast, I still can't see..."

Echizen Ryuya couldn't help shaking her head. This ball was not like the previous one, so she was not mentally prepared.

Since the moonlight threw the ball, Long Ya's eyes have been staring at Yuezhi Moonlight's racket, but she still can't see the shadow of the ball clearly.

"Serve so fast, if the opponent can keep playing this kind of serve...it's troublesome."

Alan Hopkins frowned.

As a frontcourt player, he not only failed to see the shadow of the ball, but even felt the style of the ball after the tennis fell out of bounds.

"In this way, we can only try to win our own serve..."

Don Pacino took a deep breath and decisively gave up the idea of ​​hitting Mach's serve.

Huh! Yuezhi Yueguang ignored the two of them and threw the tennis ball into the sky.

His expression was calm and cold, and he was not happy with the score.

The body jumped slightly sideways, and the moment the tennis ball fell, the racket-holding arm was violently pressed down.