Kick me out of Qingxue, go to Bingdi to become a tennis mercenary

"Won't he feel tired?"

The more Atobe looked, the more startled he became.

"But since I've been dragged into the tiebreaker, I definitely won't lose to you!"

Atobe focused again and continued to attack.

A new round of tug-of-war has reopened.

The two of them are like robots that don't get tired, and they don't have the slightest intention to stop the game.

Another three and ten minutes passed.

The sky has completely dimmed.

The spotlights on the tennis court were turned on, instantly illuminating the dimly lit court.

The surrounding Ice Empress Club members are still watching this rather shocking game.

on the referee's bench.

Hocho Taro looked a little tired, but his eyes were still wide open, for fear of missing a goal.

And on the scoreboard next to him, the score of the two sides has come to 88-87. Atobe leads by one point.

But the next second.

Boom-! !

The tennis ball passed Atobe's feet in an instant.

Feng Changtaro quickly flipped the scoreboard.

"88-88."

Seeing that the score was tied again, the members of Bingdi Tennis Club couldn't sit still anymore.

"When will this game go on...I want to go home for dinner."

"I also want to go home for dinner, but I don't want to miss this game."

"I didn't expect that Chen Fan is also a monster, and his body seems to be inexhaustible."

"Please, whoever wins is fine, end the game quickly!"

"My eyes are blurred, can they still see the ball clearly?"

at the same time.

It wasn't just the Hyotei Tennis Club who felt tired about this match.

Even Ryo Myoto, who was selected by Hyodi, and others felt a little visual fatigue after watching the same tennis match for nearly three hours in a row.

"No! Atobe cannot be allowed to continue fighting!"

"Tomorrow is the divisional preliminaries. If the physical and mental strength is consumed a lot tonight, it is hard to guarantee that it will affect tomorrow's game."

Ninja Yuuji is ready to stop the game.

Others don't know Chen Fan's current state, but he understands that Chen Fan's current state is definitely better than Atobe.

Playing with a racquet like that, with a backhand all the time, and with weight training wristbands on all four limbs.

After fighting fiercely for three hours wearing a jacket, although I sweat a lot, my breath is still very stable.

Compared to Chen Fan, the current Atobe is a bit embarrassed.

There were pools of sweat on his part of the court.

Not to mention the disordered breathing, and the lack of blood on his face, this is a symptom of mild dehydration.

If the game continues, it will be doomed to lose.

"Atobe, stop! If we continue the competition, we will have the regional preliminaries tomorrow."

Ninja Yuuji came to the side of the field and spoke persuasively.

the other side.

Chen Fan was stunned for a moment when he heard the words of Ninja Yushi who suddenly came forward to stop him.

Boom-! !

88-89!

Chen Fan took the lead again by one point.

"Huh? Why did it stop?"

"My uncle can still play. Tomorrow's sub-regional competition, without my uncle playing, Xiangri and the others can win the game."

"Come on! Continue to fight!"

"It is absolutely impossible for me to lose to Tezuka!"

now.

Atobe has completely regarded Chen Fan as Tezuka.

Winning Tezuka's obsession has allowed him to support it until now.

"Cao..."

"This trace has been beaten to this level, and you still want to fight?"

"The face is as pale as a dead person, and if the beating continues, he will be admitted to the ICU."

"If this interview accidentally sends Atobe away, that's not okay."

Seeing Atobe's pale face, Chen Fan also felt that it was almost the same.

If the main money is lost, it will be difficult to do work.

Moreover, Chen Fan's purpose is to suppress Atobe, and now it seems that the time is almost here.

Just end the game straight and simple.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan took out a tennis ball from his pocket again.

Whoosh-! !

With a flick of his arm, the tennis ball flew into the air. Chen Fan swung his arm, and the racket tilted 45 degrees, making a side cut.

The tennis ball flew into Atobe's court with a strong spin.

"It's over! It's started again! This ball is hitting Atobe's feet again, and the two are going to draw again."

Mingo Liang was quite helpless.

They have seen such a scene many times, and they are already a little numb.

"How long will this game last..."

Rijiruo is also unavoidably a little irritable.

"Aren't they tired? I'm tired of watching."

Xiang Riyue was crying, he really didn't want to watch the boring tiebreaker anymore.

"Huh? Why are they still playing games?"

Behind.

Ci Lang rubbed his sleepy eyes, he had already woken up from a nap, unexpectedly he was still beating.

however.

Just when everyone looked tired and thought that the score between the two was about to be evened again.

Rustle——the tennis ball didn't bounce after it hit the ground, it kept rubbing and spinning, and then rolled towards the net.

After seeing the ball, all the people present were stunned and opened their mouths wide.

The group was dumbfounded.

"Zero type... serve..."

Atobe froze in place, his face full of shock.

The scoreboard was flipped by Chotaro again.

90-88!

"Than... the game is over..."

"The score is 7-6, Chen Fan wins!"

Feng Changtaro couldn't believe that the game ended so suddenly.

silence.

No one in the stadium spoke.

After a long time.

Many members of the Ice Emperor Tennis Club let out a sigh of relief.

"It's over!!! It's finally over!"

"This game is really stinky and long!"

"President Atobe actually lost?"

"That Chen Fan is so strong, no wonder the president of the branch is willing to spend 1000 million to hire him."

"With Chen Fan joining, our Ice Emperor will definitely win the national championship this year!"

"I really don't know how President Atobe found this monster. It looks about the same age as us."

……

After winning the game.

The other ordinary members of Bingdi have all left.

Only a few main candidates of Ice Empress are left.

Atobe drank two sips of the water that Huadi handed over, and his complexion improved a little.