Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

At the same time, the corners of his mouth drew a slight arc: "Bamhir - Missile!"

Chapter [-] Mysterious Helping Hand

"This guy, shouldn't he understand English?"

Seeing that the other party saw tennis, but he didn't move for a long time, Qian couldn't help but mutter in his heart.But the next moment, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"This guy...not good!"

In an instant, he felt the extreme danger and jumped from the referee's seat more than two meters high without thinking.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, a pale yellow tennis ball slammed into the coaching chair where he had been.

Boom!

Then, Chitose, Fuji, and Kenya, who jumped down in a hurry, looked in astonishment.The sturdy referee chair exploded in an instant and was torn apart.

"Gudu..."

Caiqian, Taocheng and the others who were farther away subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

What the hell happened?

"Oh?"

Bazel, who was not far away, showed a surprised expression, he glanced lightly and after landing, he seemed to twist his foot: "I didn't expect these Japanese junior high school students, it's a bit surprising! "

"Hey!"

Maxi next to him winked and said, "Have you forgotten, the junior high school student from the Japanese team?"

"That's true."

Baze 900 Er nodded with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth: "But then again, those high school students in the Japanese team are not a little bit worse than previous years, haha..."

Speaking of which, he couldn't help laughing.

"You, who are you?"

On the opposite side, Qian Ye, who stood up, stared coldly at the two guys.His face was a little ugly, and his right foot twitched slightly, as if he sprained his ankle when he jumped down in a panic.

"Yo?"

Maxy raised his brows, with a playful smile on his face: "Bazel, this little guy seems a little unwilling to admit defeat."

"Humph!"

Hearing this, the dark-skinned Balzer snorted coldly.Turning his head, he looked at Qian Ye, whose eyes were cold, his eyebrows lowered, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Boy, you don't seem to know who this uncle is. But it's no wonder, after all, you came out of a small place, and you can't blame you for your shallow knowledge. ."

While speaking, he slowly put his left hand in his pocket and took out a tennis ball.

"However, today, Master Bazel, I will teach you that in London, in Wimbledon, you have to bow your head obediently."

call!

The next moment, he tossed the tennis ball.At the same time, the body is gaining momentum, and the muscles are massive, and the racket is pressed down sharply.

"Bamhill - Missile!"

boom!

The tennis ball flew out in an instant.

"This guy."

Maxy's eyes trembled slightly next to him: "For a junior high school student, he used more than [-]% of his strength. Sure enough, he is just a nigger with a physical foundation and no brains."

While thinking to himself, he looked at Qianye with regret and sympathy.

"Japanese genius, what an abomination, yet so young and insignificant. If you want to blame it, blame you for being too naive."

In the world of tennis, the strong prey on the weak.

And Wimbledon, the most traditional tennis mecca in the world, is even more so.

The strong are respected.

The weak bow their heads.

Young man.

If you want to blame it, blame you for not understanding the sense of proportion and angering an English tennis genius!

Whoosh!

At this time, tennis had already arrived in front of Kenya.

He moved his foot, but he just sprained his ankle and couldn't use the speed he was so proud of.In the surroundings, Chitose and Fuji were willing to help, but this serve was too fast, and the power contained in it was even more frightening.

Junior high school students.

The only one who is sure to take the ball is Yukimura alone.

But he was on another court, out of reach, so he could only watch as the tennis ball slammed into Qianye, whose movements were stiff, like a clay-wood sculpture.

It’s over.