Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

The way of the person also heals the body of the person.

As for Shiraishi's movements, there was no trace of loopholes, as if they had been carefully arranged.

Simple and practical.

"This kind of tennis..."

Outside the stadium, the purple-haired youth frowned slightly.

At this moment, Shiraishi reminded him of a person.Recently, Tokugawa returned from the cliff.By comparison, their tennis is very bland, following the basics of elite tennis.

Strong and practical.

But often in the face of stronger opponents, they will be beaten to pieces.For example, Tokugawa was once shattered by the Byodoin Court, and he gave up tennis for the first time.

"If it wasn't for those two idiots, Gui and Irie, who protected him, the current u-17 would have lost an eye-catching guy."

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Interesting, the prey chosen by the boss turned out to be players of this style. But this time..."

A cold light flashed in his eyes, which was blocking their way.To be more precise, for this kind of tennis style that makes him extremely uncomfortable, he may have to do it himself.

"The only trouble..."

Moving his eyes lightly, he glanced at Irie, who was focused on watching the game.If possible, he really doesn't want to fight this guy.

Although, the other side ranks far below him in the u-17.But the Byodoin said that the opponent's strength is far stronger than it appears.This made him very fearful, so he could only plan carefully and dare not act rashly.

Swish!

But at this moment, Atobe caught up with the tennis ball, and his eyes were focused on Shiraishi's wrist.

"Have the opportunity!"

The continuous sparring has allowed him to touch Shiraishi's style.

Fast, high skill.

If he fights for a long time, he may win, but his physical strength is simply not enough to face the next game against Sanada.

So, he intends to win with skill.

"You...you can't escape!"

With a flash of light in his eyes, he quickly pulled out the racket in his hand.With a bang, the tennis ball hit Shiraishi's wrist.

Forbearance's pupils shrank: "Chasing the body ball?"

"This is……"

On the sidelines, the face of Qianshi, who had fought against Atobe and was brutally killed by him, suddenly changed: "Waltz towards destruction!"

then.

with a snap.

The racket in Shiraishi's hand dropped out.

Chapter [-]: Broken Pride

"Oops!"

On the sidelines, the expressions of many people who supported Shiraishi changed.

Towards the waltz of destruction!

Once the racket is hit, it is impossible to fight back.Qianshi is like this, Sanada is like this, and Shiraishi is no exception.

"Intoxicated with..."

Atobe jumped up, and with a proud look on his face, he said in a self-indulgent way: "This uncle's beauty skills!"

Swish!

The voice fell, and the racket in his hand suddenly dunked down.

"Is it?"

Who knows, Shiraishi smiled.

At this moment, everyone, including Irie and the purple-haired youth, shrank their pupils.But saw a flash of silver light, and with a thud, the smash of Ajibu was actually intercepted.

"That's... the right hand?"

Forbearance was startled, and Xiangri next to him opened his mouth wide, unable to say a word.

Right hand!

People reacted, and Shiraishi grabbed the racket with his right hand at the moment he let go.Afterwards, he refused to let it go, and directly blocked the violent smash of Ajibe.

chi chi...

Tennis, like a tiger out of the gate, rampages on the racket.However, Shiraishi's right arm firmly grasped it like iron tongs, and his eyes flashed, and he showed an inexplicable smile at Ajibu.

In mid-air, the person's brows were slightly wrinkled before they landed.

"What is he trying to do... wait, what is this angle?"