Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

The surrounding audience whispered, and among the people who had just joined the stadium onlookers, a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a floral shirt glanced at the stadium lightly, his brows raised involuntarily.

"This……"

He could see clearly that it was obviously a two-on-one situation between Shiraishi and Kite, but the fact was that the two of them, who were teammates, were rushing to play.

"Is that kid having a convulsion? No..."

Suddenly, the long and narrow eyes of the samurai under his sunglasses narrowed slightly, and he saw the increasingly strong negative emotions on the wooden hand following Shiraishi.  …

And the source of the negative emotions was not the blond young man with sunglasses on the opposite side.

Thinking of this, he turned his eyes and landed on Bai Shi: "What the hell is this kid doing?"

Tread! !

On the court, when he looked up and saw Shiraishi walking in front of him, Mu Shou cursed inwardly, "Damn it."

He had forgotten how many times this was the first time that the other party stopped in front of him again.At a certain moment, Mu Shou even had the urge to curse.

"You let me play a ball!"

But he also had to admit that this person's leg strength was terrifying, probably unparalleled among junior high school students.Even the Ninzu, known as the star of Naniwa, is not so agile and quick.

"Have the opportunity!"

Suddenly, Mu Shou's eyes lit up.

It seems that Shiraishi's movements stopped because he was running too hard, and Reinhardt, who was on the opposite side, seized this opportunity to lift the tennis ball high and hit the bottom line.

Lob!

Seeing this, the faces of the Langchuan people outside the venue couldn't help changing.

"hey-hey!!"

Taking a step forward, the wooden hand who used the Shudi method grinned, revealing his white teeth. "Shiroishi Kuranosuke, you could have dismissed the account and ended the game early. Unfortunately, you are too arrogant."

With a sneer, he jumped up abruptly, and if the racket was raised 2.0, he was about to dunk it towards the tennis ball.

"Goodbye, the Bible of Sitianbao Temple!"

He grinned, and swung the racket in his hand.

Swish!

However, tennis is still some distance from the racket of the wooden hand.Looking down, Mushou's pupils shrank.His jumping feet were no more than twenty centimeters off the ground.

Can't reach it, his racket can't reach the tennis ball!

Moreover, how could the body be so heavy, and the things in front of him began to shake.

bump!

He claimed to have a superhuman first-class balance, but his body was twisted, his knees hit the ground, and he knelt on the ground without any image.

Tread! !

Just at this moment, Shiraishi's running figure swayed in front of him, those cold and ruthless eyes swept across his face, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry, the game is over..."

Chapter [-] Borrowing a knife to kill

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

Wooden hands kneeling on both knees, chuan with big mouth and rough breath.He felt that he had never been so tired before, a burning sensation came from his mouth and lungs, which made his face flush red.

why!

Why exactly?

He raised his head and looked at the tingling figure in front of him.However, Shiraishi didn't even look at him, his eyes followed the tennis ball, and he launched a new round of offense.

A ball!

Five goals!

Ten goals!

tread!

At this time, Shiraishi moved in front of him because of the ball.However, he didn't even look at him.Immediately, the anger that was smothered in Mu Shou's xiong's voice completely erupted.

He grabbed the ground with both hands, printed scratches on his nails, and roared violently: "Shiroishi Kuranosuke!"

Bang!

He responded with a simple and quick slice.Then, Shiraishi passed in front of him again, moving to the other side.

call!

A light wind blew, blowing the messy hair of the wooden hand.The sweat-soaked hair hit his face, and a coolness hit his heart.

clack, clack...

He turned his head extremely stiffly, and he saw the audience he didn't know, the people in Namikawa, and the players in Higa.

The eyes of those in front of them all followed the tennis ball back and forth.The people in Higa seemed to sense his gaze, but no one looked directly at him.