Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

The other party, like an abyss, was constantly engulfing him.

On the opposite side, Shah Rukh was also a little surprised that he couldn't break it, and the former felt a subtle fluctuation.There is a kind of sharp light color, even among elite high school students, it can be regarded as a good player.

"Such a guy is only NO.20?"

Is it deliberately keeping a low profile, or is the strength of the Japanese team really reaching this level?

"interesting……"

Shahrukh smiled, he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Bupo, and then put it aside when the other party thought he was about to shake hands.

"just kidding."

Looking at the gloomy look on his face, he put his hand over with a smile, but he put his hand away and said calmly, "Let's start, Mr. NO.2."

"interesting."

Shahrukh smiled and nodded to the linesman next to him: "I want the front."

"The opposite."

Bu Po's voice was low, as if he was patiently not letting himself explode.

Snapped!

At this time, the referee spread his hands and said, "It's the front, please let Shah Rukh choose the serve or the side."

"Choose a side."

Shahrukh smiled and said, "On my side, young man, I expect you to give me some surprises."

"Humph!"

Bu Po snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the back of the court.

"The game starts, the Japanese team does not break the Iron Man player's serve, and the game is over!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

Under the watchful eyes of the audience, Bupo gently slaps the tennis ball.At the same time, his eyes fell on Shahrukh, and he saw the casual stance of the other party.

"Do you underestimate me?"

A sneer hung on the corner of his mouth. After losing to Shiraishi, he trained three times as hard as usual.Every day, he would drag his tired body back to the dormitory.

And in order to avoid wasting his time, he has been pressing himself under the No. [-] court.

Even in qualifying, he deliberately lost to his opponent.

Everything is for the purpose of obtaining a representative identity and standing on this world stage.And now, he did.

call!

With a thought, he threw the tennis ball in his hand.Stretching up, raise the racket with the right hand, and then snap it down.

boom!

With a loud bang, the tennis ball flew out.

"Nice serve."

On the opposite side, Shahrukh smiled in a low voice, his body suddenly activated.

Under his feet, there was mad sand rushing out, and the speed of the whole person was extremely fast.In the blink of an eye, he caught up with the tennis ball and balanced his body.

Mitsugu whispered: "What a terrible speed."

"Ah."

Shiroishi nodded, but what he noticed more was the sense of coordination in Shahrukh: "This person has extraordinary balance. And his grasp of timing is very good."

Whoa!

With the backhand pulling the racket horizontally, Shahrukh whipped the tennis ball out.

"Tips for carving insects."

Without breaking a sneer, his body also started at the moment the opponent hit the ball.Under his feet, there is also a flood of yellow sand, and there is a qualitative change in the speed and when he dealt with Qiu Ting.

"So fast!"

The Indian team, the defeated Ben Darrell's eyelids jumped.The No.20 of the Japanese team, the speed made him feel threatened.

What a joke!

call!

But at this moment, Bubreak's raised right hand pulled the tennis ball vigorously.Seeing this, Shah Rukh on the opposite side quickly backed away.

"Idiot, you've been fooled."

The unbroken banter sounded, but the movements of his hands changed.The racket and the tennis ball, touch together.

Short ball!

Shahrukh's face changed slightly.