Tennis: A Rough Start Byodoin Hoo

When the staff told Richard Bega that the Japan team had approved his application.

Richard Bega first breathed a sigh of relief, and then showed a disdainful expression.

"The Japanese team is really a bunch of fools, they can even agree to such a request."

Then, Richard Bega looked at the remaining three people in the team.

"You three, I have done everything I can do. Now it's up to you three. The boss has spoken. This game must be won."

Bob Marx: "Yes, boss!"

Andrew Iglidev: "yes, boss."

Kebin Smith snorted coldly.

"It's a boring trick. Just leave Echizen Ryoma to me anyway."

If it were in the past, Richard Bega would still be more pampered by Kevin Smith because of his strong strength and future potential.

But now, it's impossible!

"Kebin, I don't care who you want to play with, I only want one thing, and that is victory. You can't win this game, don't talk about Echizen Ryoma, you will never want to play tennis in the drug country in the future."

After saying that, Richard Bega threw up his sleeves and left.

There was no announcement from the organizer, and people in the audience were impatient to wait.

"It's been almost an hour. Is the game still going to be played? If it's not going to be played, our tickets will be refunded!"

"Hurry up, I only took half a day off, and I have to go back to work in the afternoon."

"You won one more game, why did you do so many tricks?"

"Hey, why do you have to do so many things? I just want to watch a game."

After waiting for almost half an hour, the host finally stepped onto the podium.

He took a clapper and read from the book.

"Dear viewers and guests, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long."

"After consultations between our organizers, the Korean team and the Japanese team, in order to present a better game to everyone."

"The players who win the next three singles games can continue to play. The final winner will depend on which player can persevere.

As soon as the host said the words, the audience below started to make noise.

Audiences are not fools.

If this is the rule from the beginning or if this rule is announced when the two sides compete one-on-one, then there will be no problem. It will be relatively fair to both parties.

They are also happy to watch this kind of competition that reflects personal abilities to the extreme.

But the Japanese team has already won two games. Isn’t it a joke to change the competition system now?

The audience was noisy, and almost everyone was shouting shady shady.

Even Richard Bega’s own fans of the country can’t stand it.

They all dropped their support signs and followed the others in scolding the organizer.

Richard Bega felt a twinge of pain in his heart as he saw fewer and fewer signs supporting the Chinese team on the field.

Fans who can follow you across borders are those with the greatest spending power and stickiness.

All of them have been painstakingly managed by Richard Bega over the years, and they are also the most important fan group.

But now that I have lost so much in just such a short time, it is impossible not to feel distressed.

But in an instant, Richard Bega's heart became firm again. Saving his life was the most important thing. Fans could start a business later, but if his life was lost, it would be gone.

Host: "The third match begins now, Bob Marx of the Korean team vs. Aoi Kamidai of Japan. Players from both sides are invited to enter."

"First of all, it's Bob Marx of Team USA"

The entrance to the National Team's side exploded with red smoke, which was the way Richard Bega specifically requested to appear.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom"

There was an earthquake-like sound coming from the player tunnel, as if something huge was about to come out of it.

The huge vibration made the hearts of the audience jump.

The vibrating sound got closer and closer, and the audience held their breath, waiting for the monster in the contestant tunnel to come out.

Suddenly, a huge figure walked out of the tunnel of the players of Team Milu.

"Roar`〃!"

A black man who was two and a half meters tall, with big muscles all over his body, weighing more than 200 kilograms visually, was beating his chest while roaring to the surrounding audience.

This ferocious appearance shocked the surrounding audience.

Kosakada Tomoka: "Ahhhhhhh, what is this."

Ryūzaki Sakurano grabbed Tomoka's hand in fear.

This kind of knotted muscles combined with those exaggerated movements is simply a nightmare for these little girls.

guide:

"Bob Marx is 2.23 meters tall and weighs 215 kilograms. He can lift 500 kilograms."

"He has achieved first place in all the sports he can participate in in his school, including basketball, football, and American football. As long as he is on the field, he is unstoppable."

The audience gasped, this weight and height is simply a monster.

Shiba Saori had a look of disgust on her face.

"Is this a gorilla coming out of Team USA? Can this kind of body really play tennis well?"

Mamoru Inoue nodded solemnly.

Don't underestimate him. Although this player named Bob Marx looks bulky, his body is extremely flexible.

"Thanks to the fact that the sports he participates in not only require physical confrontation, but also require great flexibility of the body."

Coupled with his terrifying height, he can catch many tennis balls that ordinary players cannot catch. He is also unstoppable in power tennis. It is said that he can break someone's arm with ten balls at his full strength.

When Inoue Mamoru said this, Ryūzaki Sakurano became even more frightened.

"Breaking someone's arm or something is too scary, isn't it?"

Mamoru Inoue: "More than that, this Bob Marx himself is a troubled boy. Although he has unparalleled talents in various sports, he is also a troublemaker."

"He often caused violent incidents on the field, causing his team to be disqualified from the competition, so he was not popular in the club. Later, he was discovered by Richard Bega and brought into the club."

"Violence?"

Long Qi Yingnai covered her mouth.

"Then he will have a conflict with Senior Jindai later? The size difference between the two of them is too big."

Mamoru Inoue rolled his eyes, but of course the little girls were too busy looking at Bob Marx in the field to notice.

He really didn't know if these little girls had never seen Kamishiro Ao's game or something.

Can strength be measured by body size?

Kamishiro Aoi can hit the opponent directly into the protective net with one ball. There is still one person living in the ICU who has not come out.

Bob Marx does not have such a strong record.

Host: "Next up is Team Japan, Ao Kamishiro from Hyotei Academy.

The gap between the two sides' introductions was immediately apparent.

After all, it was Richard Bega who invited him here. He spent a lot of time introducing Bob Marx, but by the time Shen Fudai was there, all that was left was a simple name and introduction.

I want to overwhelm the Japanese team in terms of momentum from the beginning.

If it had been anyone else, maybe Richard Bega would have succeeded, but this was Kamidai Ao.

When Kamishiro Ao walked out of the player tunnel, the whole audience was in a state of excitement.

The gods in the music industry will appear at the Japan-US friendly match, and the news alone can attract countless people.

"Kami-sama, I love you."

"The gods are waving to me, ah, I'm going to die."

"Nonsense, God is clearly waving to me, what nonsense are you talking about, bitch?"

"You are the bitch, God is still smiling at me, get out of here.

Female fans, especially female fans of Jindai Tower, are mostly irrational.

They even got into a fight just because of one sentence and were both asked to leave by the security guards.

Kosakada Tomoka took out the support flag that she had prepared long ago. It was three meters high and was shaking desperately.

"Come on, Lord God, come on, Lord God."

I don’t know how a little girl like her got such strength.

The three-meter-high flag was so conspicuous that Jindai Tower saw it all at once.

He smiled politely at her.

This girl is quite bold.

As soon as Tomoka Kosakada saw this smile, she felt like her whole body was melting.

She sat down softly, her face flushed, and she excitedly held Ryūzaki Sakurano's hand.

"Sakura Sakurano, did you see that the Lord God really smiled at me just now, did you see that?"

Ryūzaki Sakurano nodded enviously. Kamishiro Aoi's eyes were so discerning that she would not be mistaken.

She glanced at the big flag in Kosakada Tomoka's hand and wondered if she should take it over and wave it for a while?

Bob Marx, who was still posing and showing off his muscles to the surrounding audience, saw his voice being crushed by Kamidai Aoi.

A look of anger could not help but appear in his eyes.

Everyone needs attention, so why are the ones who get into fights in class usually those with poor academic performance?

Is it really because they don’t study and just want to play?

Maybe some of it.

But the more reason comes from their desire to be noticed by others.

Since you can't get attention on your grades, you can get attention elsewhere.

In school days, people who like to cause trouble are actually more eager to get attention from others.

So did Bob Marx.

The two people stood in front of the net, ready to shake hands.

In the eyes of the audience, the gap between the two people in the field was real.

Kamishiro Aoi is now over 1.7 meters tall, which is just the right height for someone of his age in the third year of junior high school.

But it was not enough to see in front of Bob Marx, and it was so big that it reached his chest.

Then there is the issue of dimensions. Bob Marx’s arms are thicker than Kamidai Aoi’s waist.

Just for comparison, one Bob Marx is equal to at least two and a half Goddess Cang.

Kamidai Aang stretched out his hand and hung it above the net.

Bob Marx laughed ferociously and held Kamidai Aoi's hand.

He bent down in front of Kamishiro Ao and said in English:

~Hey,pixy,Iwillgotobeatyouflat.

At the same time, he increased his strength on his hands, which was a small trick commonly used by Bob Marx.

Squeeze the other person's hand, wait until the other person screams in pain, then release it pretending it's nothing, and suppress the other person's momentum first.

With his huge size and the strength in his hands, this move can be said to be invincible.

Compared with the palm-sized hand with thick veins and the white jade-like hand of Kamidai Aoi, there was a huge difference.

Isn’t it clear who wins and who loses?

It's just that no matter how hard Bob Marx exerts himself, Kamidai Aang always has a calm expression on his face.

The smile on his face even grew stronger.

"Excuse me."

Kamishiro Aoi looked at Bob Marx opposite with a smile.

"My English is not very good. Can you tell me what you meant by what you just said?"

"Click, click."

god

Dai Cang's hand suddenly burst out with great force, squeezing Bob Marx's hand so hard that it made a crackling sound.

The hand that was originally in the handshake position was stretched because of the pain, and I couldn't use any strength at all.

Bob Marx slowly knelt down and placed his other hand on Kamishiro Ao's hand, trying to pry his hand away.

The expression on his face was extremely painful, and large beads of sweat slowly flowed down his forehead.

pain!

This was the only thought left in Bob Marx's mind at this time.

His hand seemed to be clamped by a big iron pliers, and he couldn't use any strength.

Catch the chicken but lose the rice.

(Good) Bob Marx was helpless and could only ask the referee for help.

"Referee...referee, can the game start?"

The referee looked at Bob Marx and guessed what happened.

But Bob Marx was just asking for it, and the referee didn't mean to help him. He just said a faint word.

The game has started, let both sides return to their own half.

Kamishiro Aoi smiled and let go of Bob Marx's hand, looked at Bob Marx kneeling in front of him with faintly red eyes, and said in a voice that could not tell the joy or anger:

"I hope you can tell me what you just meant after the game."

After saying that, Jindai Tower returned to his own half with Zaipai in hand.

Bob Marx held his trembling hands and waited for a long time before recovering.

In the Japanese player area, after resting for a while, Atobe, who had almost recovered, sneered.

"That guy from the mold country really doesn't know how to live or die, and he dares to provoke Cang."

Genichiro Sanada crossed his chest and looked at the two people standing on both sides, and asked:

"What did that English sentence that Bob Marx just said mean?"

Genichiro Sanada was not proficient in English, so he had no idea what the two said.

Echizen Ryoma pressed the hat on his head.

"It's roughly: Hey, little guy, I'm going to teach you a lesson, that's what it means."

Genichiro Sanada had a sympathetic expression on his face.

It should be said that a person who wants to die cannot be stopped.

In the first place, Kamishiro Aoi was not prepared to make things easy for them, and this Bob Marx took the initiative to provoke them, so there would be no easy end.

Chapter one, a big chapter, there may only be two chapters today, something suddenly happened in the store, I'm sorry.

There is another chapter around twelve o'clock. .