Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

Saying that, he threw the tennis ball up and dunked it suddenly.

Bang!

Tennis, exploded at Baikal's cut feet.Although the power has weakened a lot, it is absolutely enough to deal with an unconscious opponent.

"How, how is it possible...?"

Baikalche's expression froze.

Theoretically speaking, after Shah Ruk's lore, his body was definitely at its limit.

But why...

"Ah!"

Without breaking a sneer, his eyes quietly looked to the side of the stadium, Shiraishi with a calm and natural face.

The opponent's dark ball not only interrupted his right arm, but also tempered his spirit.Compared to that, Shahrukh's so-called spiritual phantom was nothing.

Chapter [-] Singles Two

Won!

The Japanese team's momentum has skyrocketed, and it was shaky before, as if it was a lost dog.The back at this moment is infinitely high in the eyes of everyone.

"What a deep calculation."

Kimishima thought to himself.

He did not expect that such a wily guy was hidden in the first army.In this way, other people's words may also hide some secrets that he does not know.

"for example……"

His eyes flashed and he looked at Shiraishi.

To be precise, he looked at the opponent's left hand.That white bandage, inside, perhaps hides some kind of secret they don't know.

"Take it to the hospital."

Froz looked at Shahrukh who was in a deep coma, shook his head and said, "It's best to find a psychologist to show him, otherwise, I'm worried that he will never recover."

With a worried look on his face, he was not as happy to see him as everyone imagined.

As many Indian representatives wanted to come, Shah Rukh, as Froz's competitor, had an accident, Froz should be very happy.After all, in the Indian u-17, No.1 has far more resources than No.2.

And Shah Rukh himself, coveted the position of Froz, not a day or two.

"Vision determines behavior."

A flat voice sounded.

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see Baikalche, the roe-headed mouse, pulling his hair to the sides.Taking off his jacket, he walked towards the court with his racket in hand.

"Leave this game to me."

He held his head high, and his steps were not large, but it gave people a very solid feeling.

"Now, let's start the singles two match."

"Baikalche Roshan from the Indian team, and Kaji Fengduo from the Japanese team."

"Hey, it's finally my time."

On the Japanese side, Kaji, with long blue hair, put the racket on his shoulders and stepped onto the court with an indescribable confidence.

This is his first World Championship appearance this year.

The opponent seems to be the opposite... No.5?

"I heard that you are engaged in intelligence work?"

In front of the net, Jiazhi looked at Baikalche, who was a head shorter than him, and smiled: "If you guessed correctly, you should have my information, right?"

"There are some."

Baikal nodded, his expression was inappropriate, and he was not affected by his opponent in the slightest: "However, it should have no effect on you now."

The voice was calm, slightly mechanical, and Kaji frowned upon hearing it.

This person... is not easy to deal with!

"Senior Mitsugu, do you know this person?"

In the Japanese team, Yuanzhe said: "This person seems to be a little different from those in front of him."

"Ah."

Mitsugu nodded and said, "Of course, the aura on his body is called the 'pretender's tone'. This is an ability that, after special training, can reduce the player's sense of presence. And this Baikalche is obviously a master."

Pretender shades?

Hearing this, Shiraishi turned his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Baikalce who was talking with Jiazhi on the court.

"This feeling is..."

His eyes gradually lit up.

Can't go wrong!