Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

After a lot of training, he is no longer limited to what he sees with his eyes.At the moment when the tennis ball flew over, through the sound, he quickly made a judgment.

call!

The racket was swung out, an upward stroke and a stroke, and then the tennis ball was stroked.

all.

Also only in an instant.

"Not bad."

The bald-headed youth nodded, then slowly cut off the racket: "What about this trick?"

rustling...

The tennis ball floated out gently.

The height just crossed the block and landed lightly on the ground.

A textbook chip.

Shinoda Saburo sighed in his heart: "What a powerful slice, eh, wait...why doesn't he move?"

In the face of this cut ball, Tezuka has no intention of stepping forward.As if he had given up the ball.

"No, that's not right!"

Suddenly, Shinoda Saburo's expression changed.

call out!

The tennis ball that was supposed to land gently, but after bouncing, it floated towards Tezuka at a higher height.

"This this……"

The surrounding high school students were dumbfounded.

The tennis ball seemed to have some kind of traction, and it went around a huge arc and flew to Tezuka's backhand side.The entire flight path is connected like a spoon.

"What a strong spin."

The bald-headed young man was greatly surprised: "I didn't even react. It seems that this person's chipping should not be underestimated. But... This kind of spin shouldn't be used continuously, right?"

With just one glance, he saw the drawbacks of the Tezuka domain.The viciousness of the eyes is staggering.

Snapped!

And the next moment.

Tezuka's racket was lightly cut out.

Standard, unpretentious.

Compared with the bald youth, there is not much problem.Again, a textbook slice.

"Strong, strong and terrifying!"

Shinoda Saburo was shocked and smiled bitterly at the same time.

He originally thought that the junior high school student led by Shiraishi was actually forcibly promoted to the advanced course with the strong and the weak.Great, just a few people who appeared.

But now, he knew he was wrong, very wrong.

The level of this person's performance is not inferior to that of the junior high school student who is gorgeous and likes to pose.

"Is this a compliment?"

The bald-headed youth smiled slightly and looked at Tezuka with a little more playfulness: "Yes, after all, it is normal for young people to be bloody."

He doesn't look very old, but he speaks in an old-fashioned tone.However, his speed is comparable to such a tone.

Tread...  

He didn't move so dazzlingly, just a basic pace, but the surrounding high school students only felt a blur.

The figure of the black leather jacket appeared in front of the net.

"So fast!"

Even Tezuka was shocked.

"The technology is good."

The bald-headed young man smiled slightly, and at the same time, the racket in his hand stretched out towards the tennis ball that had just landed: "However, it is still a little tender... eh?!!"

But suddenly, his calm pupils were silent.

chi chi...

The tennis ball that landed, actually rolled back against the ground.

Zero... Chopping!

Chapter ninety-eight

"This kind of chipping..."

The leather jacket youth's eyes moved slightly.