Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"Don't bother."

Jin Dao shook his head, a smile on his broad face, and said, "Didn't that person just say that there is a showdown between junior high school students and high school students."

"But that level..."

He wanted to say, how can the level of middle school students be on a par with the professional players in his club.But before he could finish speaking, Mifune opened the door and walked out with great strides.

"Ugh!"

Sighing, Mikami quickly followed.

Outdoor court.

At this time, a considerable number of people have already gathered.Except for those who have a dull personality or who train hard, almost all the students and coaches of the Eagle Mountain Club have arrived.

Nakamura is still the referee, but at this moment, he is obviously a little nervous sitting in the referee chair.Looking at the tall and thin young man who was playing tennis, he cleared his throat and said loudly: "The first game begins, Makinoto Yano serves, the game is over!"

Yano Kaito.

Looking at the tall and thin young man who tapped the tennis ball, some information came to Liu's mind.That was the material he stumbled upon when he was studying tennis.

She is 16 years old in the second year of high school at Makinoto Academy.Makinoto is one of the main forces that swept the country. He is good at long-distance running and delicate technical attacks. He was called a technical master by that tennis magazine.

"I'm going up."

Yano glanced at Chitose across from him with a faint smile, raised his left hand slightly, and threw the tennis ball high.Immediately, he stretched his body and hit a serve with an extremely standard.

Bang!

The sound of hitting the ball shocked the Yingshan students around.The speed of this serve is extremely fast, and the angle of attack selected is also amazing.

"What a sharp serve!"

Someone whispered, as if they didn't expect a mere high school student to be able to play this level of serve.

"what?"

Mikami, who followed the entrance, also saw this serve, and he was a little moved. This level is no longer lost to some [-]-year-old students.

Looking at Yano, who looked a little green, he couldn't help but murmured, "A member of Muzhiteng, it seems, the national second consecutive domination is worthy of the name."

"Really?"

Unexpectedly, Shindao, who was standing next to him, sneered: "I think it's an exaggeration. Take a good look at it. That junior high school student is not easy."

Whoa!

His voice fell, but he saw that Chitose had appeared before Yano's serve without knowing when.

"So fast!"

Including Mikami, everyone's expressions changed.

Makinoto's deputy director Tsuga's pupils shrank quietly. He didn't expect that there would be players with such leg strength among junior high school students.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he looked at Chitose who was shaking his racket in disbelief: "This is... a short ball?!!"

Snapped!

However, Chitose's racket was cut out lightly, and the tennis ball was under force and flew out lightly.

"Damn!"

The face of Yano on the opposite side changed suddenly. He didn't expect the opponent to catch up with his serve, and he didn't expect the opponent to hit such a delicate short ball.

Tread! !

He didn't dare to be careless and sprinted forward.Kankan catches up with the tennis ball and hits it back with a sigh of relief, and a confident smile reappears on the corner of his mouth: "It's good to return the ball, but it's nothing more than that."

boom!

What responded to him was a ferocious swipe.

The tennis ball flew past, and the whirlwind that followed made his cheeks hurt.Before he could react, with a bang, the tennis ball exploded behind him.

"..."

The stadium fell into a dead silence.

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The whole place was silent, and the needles could be heard falling.

Everyone looked at the tall, dark-skinned young man in disbelief.Is the other party really a junior high school student?

"interesting."

The pair of eagles and falcons of the middle-aged man called Dao squinted, and the process of the game just now clearly emerged in his mind.

Short ball lure, powerful swipe lore!

Very subtle tactics, if he guessed correctly, this junior high school student called Chitose, the moment the opponent served, he planned everything.And whether it is the level of chipping, or the last decisive kick, it is all eye-catching.