Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

In the center of the field, Shiraishi's complexion changed.

At this moment, he felt the killing intent of the other party.That kind of cold, emotionless emotion, the opponent's ball is going to completely destroy him!

Bang!

But what surprised him was that Reinhardt's aura instantly subsided, and it seemed that the killing intent that was rampant just now was just Shiraishi's illusion.With a light racket, he hit the tennis ball high on the top of the white stone.

"Is it high?"

Shiraishi narrowed his eyes, looking at it like this, the other party seemed to be unprepared to fight because he failed in persuasion.

Snapped!

However, he saw Reinhardt raise his left hand, and snapped his fingers lightly under the blank gaze of everyone.

"Boy, it's time to show your worth."

"What do you mean?"

The surrounding audience, the members of Namikawa and Higa, looked blank.

Swish!

But at this moment, a shadow suddenly jumped up behind Shiraishi.It was none other than the wooden hand who had been dormant for a long time. At this moment, the madness and redness in his eyes were long gone, replaced by a cold, ruthless light.

"Goodbye, Shiraishi Kuranosuke!"

Chapter [-] The Truth

two hours ago.

On the streets of Shunyou Town, there was no smile on the face of Mushou who was going to have dinner with the team members.He frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.

"Shiroishi Kuranosuke?"

When he thought of the figure of the one against two in the final of the Kansai Competition, he seemed to have something blocked in his heart, which made him very uncomfortable.

bump!

At this time, he touched it while he was thinking about things.Looking up, it was a white man with blond hair and sunglasses.

"cut!"

The corner of his mouth twitched, and the wooden hand was about to walk away, but found that the other party stopped in front of him, and said in English: "Why, you want to leave when you bump into someone?"

"Ah!"

Mushou laughed instead of anger, he was in a bad mood now.And Higa's team members all know that when their own ministers are unhappy, they must not provoke them.

But apparently, the white man didn't know.

"Go away!"

With a big wave of the wooden hand, the opponent is about to be pushed away.

Snapped!

But the hand he pushed out was caught by the other party.This touch caused the corner of his mouth to twitch unnaturally, as if he had hit a piece of steel instead of a human hand.

"Eashiro Kite, the head of the tennis club at Higa Middle School."

The blond man looked at him with a half-smile, but at this moment, Mu Shou realized that the other party obviously knew his identity for a long time and deliberately blocked him here.

Immediately, he shook off the opponent's hand and said coldly, "Who are you and what are you looking for me for?"

"My name is Ralph Reinhardt, the U-17's representative."

While the blond man was joking, he took out a badge engraved with the word NO.1 from his pocket and said to Musé, "As for coming here, I want to make a deal with you..."

A few minutes later, under the stunned gaze of Fatty Tian Renzhi, Musé got on the bus heading southeast of Naha City.

midair.

The wooden hand flying towards the tennis ball has become the focus of everyone's attention.Everyone in Higa's eyes narrowed, and Hirakoba clenched his fists and said, "Good job Nagashiro!"

"Yes."

Beside him, Kazuya Nagasaki from Namikawa Middle School also nodded and said, "After all, this is doubles."

"and many more!!"

However, Jia Fei, who was staring at the wooden hand's movements, suddenly changed his face. "Yoshiro is going to... not good!"

His pupils shrank suddenly, and the audience watching with gusto around him realized that something was wrong.

It is true that the racket in the wooden hand slams the tennis ball, but at that angle, the target of the smash is Shiraishi standing on the court!

"not good!"

The expressions of everyone at Namikawa Middle School also changed. Kazuya Nagasaki's eyes were like copper bells. He opened his mouth and shouted, "Supervisor Shiraishi, get out of the way!"

"late!"

The wooden hand smirked and buckled the racket.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the tennis ball fell like a cannonball, and the target it aimed at was Shiraishi's back.