Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

This sense of vicissitudes is more like being carved out by the cruel world arena.At the same time, it also strengthened Shiraishi's determination.

He wants to challenge each other!

Only by playing against real world-class players can you know your own shortcomings and constantly break through the limits.

It is better to lose one game than to win a hundred times!

"but……"

Turning his eyes, he landed on Muramori who was walking towards him aggressively, and the corner of Shiraishi's mouth curled up: "Let's kill the guy who gets in the way first."

"Boy."

Before walking to the tee line, Muramori squinted and said, "Are you a rookie?"

He has a good memory, but when he recalls Shiraishi carefully, he does not remember this person.Seeing the other party's slightly youthful appearance, Muramori suddenly felt a little dumbfounded in his heart.

Feelings, this is a new born calf who is not afraid of tigers.

In contrast, Muramori prefers to compete with pretentious geniuses, or careerists who have accumulated strength and have been dormant for a long time.To be honest, he has no interest in this kind of stunned youth.

Shiraishi looked at the logo on the other party's neckline, smiled and said, "No.4?"

Ok?

Muramori frowned, but the other party didn't answer him, but instead asked him back in the tone of knowing that he asked.

"Boy, do you know the consequences of offending me?"

He squinted to look at Bai Shi, the faint bright white color, like a ray of sharp knife light, shot directly at the other party's mind.

"let's start."

Shiraishi shook his head, he didn't want to spend too much time on the other party.He probably guessed that this is a high school player who will quit this training base after March this year.

Therefore, he who will no longer deal with the other party, naturally does not need to save face for the other party.

"Crazy enough!"

Muramori sneered, squinted his eyes and looked at Shiraishi before saying: "Don't say I won't let you, I'll give you the right to serve, if you can get a point from me..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, a white light flashed instantly.The terrifying explosion sound seemed to sound from his feet.

"Uh, uh..."

Muramori opened his mouth, but seemed to be stuck, unable to say a word.

"Oh?"

But behind him, Byodoin, who clearly saw Shiraishi's entire serving process in his eyes, made a surprised voice.

The opponent's serve speed was a few points faster than he imagined.

As his thoughts turned, the corners of his mouth twitched: "I just don't know, are you worthy of my shot, as the old man said?"

"Huh, huh..."

On the court, Muramori slowed down, his face was so gloomy that water was almost dripping.

"well!"

He said two good things in a row. Obviously, Shiraishi's serve made his lungs burst with anger.Suppressing the manic emotions in his heart, he glanced coldly at Shiraishi and said, "I take back what I said earlier."

Immediately, he retreated to the bottom line, bent down, looked up at the other party, and said solemnly, "Let's start."

"Ah."

On the opposite side, Shiraishi chuckled lightly.

In his heart, he took a higher look at this No.4 who can bend and stretch.The other party's ranking is so high, it seems that he is not the kind of person who takes matters into his own hands.

call!

Nodding, he tossed the tennis ball.Immediately, the racket in his hand quickly fell down.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball flew out quickly.

"interesting."

On the sidelines, Byodoin nodded secretly.

This serve seems simple and casual, but it actually hides the doorway.If the opponent's strength is not weak, you can't even see the subtle rotation attached to it.

"but."

Thinking of this, he glanced at Muramori, who was clasping his hands and closing his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Are you serious so soon?"

Swish!

But seeing Muramori holding a pat with both hands, his eyes suddenly opened.

Suddenly, his racket slid out quickly.

In an instant, a sharp white blade slashed through, smashing and slicing the delicate rotation on the white stone tennis ball.