Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Restraining the restless emotions in his heart, Smith, the leader, took a step forward and nodded: "Then let's start, but I explained in advance that those two people owed us half a million yen just now."

"Well……"

Hearing this, the Nagasaki brothers outside the venue could not help but bow their heads.Especially brother Kazuya, he felt that he should not be too stupid, but at the same time, he also had some doubts in his heart.

"I remember that I clearly refused to play again."

When the other party proposed the second match, he obviously felt that the atmosphere was not right, and he clearly wanted to persuade his younger brother to quit as soon as he saw it.But how confused, he played against the opponent.

"Ugh!"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Maybe it's really just a matter of money.So much so that he lost his usual sense of pride.

0.4...

On the other hand, Shiraishi couldn't help but change his expression when he heard this number.Although the exchange rate of the yen is low, half a million is still a large number. Immediately, he turned his head to look at Mushou next to him, and said, "Kun Mushou, since that's the case, you can leave this matter alone."

Mushou narrowed his eyes slightly, shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about money, don't you think we can't beat these two guys?"

"No."

"That's it."

With that said, the wooden hand picked up the racket and retreated to the bottom line, looking at Wright on the opposite side and said, "Boy, continue the score just now and serve."

"Wood hand……"

Baishi frowned slightly. Although the other party was very confident, he had a feeling that this matter was not that simple.

Chapter [-]: The Dancer on the Scythe of Death

"You brought it on yourself."

Wright sneered, obviously, the provocation of wooden hands was very successful.The genius of the New York area is really angry.

call!

Tossing the tennis ball, he stretched his body and pressed the racket lightly on tiptoe.With a bang, the tennis ball shuddered and turned into a pale yellow light, hitting the backhand side of the wooden hand.

"not bad."

Mushou opened his mouth, and in his purple-black pupils, a glimmer of light flashed.The speed of the serve was very fast, and during the flight of the tennis ball, there was a very strong spin on it faintly.

Topspin!

Eyes condensed, wooden hands stepped out.

Knowing the essence of tennis, he was extremely decisive.The racket swings out, drops from a point, and the front section rises sharply, whipping the tennis ball up like a fish.

Bang!

In an instant, the tennis ball flew backwards.

"Well!"

On the opposite side, Smith, who was standing in front of the net, frowned slightly.

"I met a master."

The movements of the wooden hands were not so fast, but they gave him a sense of calmness, as if everything was under control.

This level has surpassed the New York Regional Competition and reached the Eastern Regional Competition level.Moreover, he has a faint feeling that the opponent's strength is more than that.

Immediately, he moved to catch the ball, and at the same time, his eyes kept looking between the wooden hand and Shiraishi, looking for the doubles gap between them.

drop!drop!drop!

In his eyes, the position of the two suddenly turned into a 3D three-dimensional figure.Every bit of data was clearly imprinted in his mind.And the neurons in his brain are constantly analyzing the other party's loopholes at this moment.

"Uh……"

But the next moment, his body stopped, and in his blue pupils, unbelievable colors flashed.

No... flaws!

Snapped!

He was stunned, and swung the racket subconsciously.On the opposite side, Shiraishi, who saw through his actions, stepped forward and quickly beat the silver racket out of his hand.

Bang!

The tennis ball shuddered violently, and immediately, like a spinning top, it smashed towards the Kong Dang beside Wright.

boom!

The tennis ball hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"40-30!"

The score is from the previous game.The French white Leo, who was holding the scoreboard next to him, was stunned for a moment, and then he turned the score over with trembling hands.

That's what it feels like!

During the game a few days ago, the silver-haired youth made a decisive move, which gave him a stronger feeling than those of the French junior high school star players.

"Nice trick."