I Never Hang Up When I Play Tennis

Chapter 103 So despicable, it must be Korean

At the same time, Paris, France, and the Japanese First Army also received news of an invasion.

"Who is it?" Byōdōin Hōō had a murderous look on his face, shocking the faces of those around him.

A furious lion will go all out.

"Look at the body shape, the body shape, the yellow race. The accent is a bit weird, the grammar is weird, I haven't heard it before.

Well, out of bad taste, Takamura's Japanese is Chinese Japanese.

A father from a certain country is playing a small Japanese.

In a world without a certain country, Chinese Japanese is unique.

"That's a foreign country," said Kazena.

nonsense.

Everyone rolled their eyes.

Japanese, will they attack U17?

Are the Japanese, the younger generation, capable of attacking the U17?

How dare the Japanese attack the U17 base.

Must be a foreigner.

"So, is it Han, North Korea, or India?" Someone analyzed.

"It's really despicable. Taking advantage of the World Cup, we mainly come in and out to steal our hometown."

"Don't look at it, so despicable, it must be from the country of Han. 35

"Yes, it must be from the Han country.

"In the 2002 World Cup, Han is even more despicable and bribed the referee.

"Yue Nan is also possible."

There was a lot of discussion.

"Enough, book a plane now." Byōdōin Hōō suppressed his anger, and the killing intent in his mouth made people tremble.

"Whoever it is, I will make him pay for it."

Crack, the coffee table cracked.

Three Mifūne Nyudō three with a bitter face.

Originally, after the fiasco of the World Cup in France, his coaching position was in jeopardy, and he had to face the question of the Tennis Association and give a reasonable explanation.

Now, U17's hometown has been attacked again, if it can't be handled well, then the handsome position will really change hands.

At that time, San Mifūne Nyudō San, I am afraid, will become the first head coach to be fired in this World Cup.

(Ghost, Irie, leave it to you two, don't let me down.)

Japan, U17 base.

Irie comes on.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, you are not my opponent.||." Takamura said calmly.

Rao is an Irie who is deeply psychologically savage, and he is also angry.

(Don't lose by then.) Irie's eyes flashed brightly.

Let Takamura shake her head secretly.

In the end, it is the first year of high school, not the third year of high school, and the psychological quality is not good.

Irie Kanata serve.

Then, directly fault.

Again.

Still a mistake.

Sent Takamura a point directly.

"I, I can't be afraid, never make a mistake next time. 35 Irie cheers myself up.

People who don't know Irie Kanata have already supported their foreheads.

Brother, don't be ashamed, okay?

Others are weak, but they are not cowardly.

How about you? Tired of standing.

Come on, don't lose face to the Japanese.

Although they think so, but few want to play to replace Irie.

Say, everyone will say, but play, or avoid it.

Too dangerous. They don't want to lie in the hospital for months.

Just thinking about it, the crowd suddenly widened their eyes.

Because, tennis has speed, and power, and spin.

The air was turbulent, the energy was threatening, and the power was fierce, and it was even more painful to stab people outside the field.

As for the speed, more than 500KM/H.

hiss

Breathe in cool air.

"That's, Irie's serve."

Many people can't believe it.

That, weeping, weeping Irie Kanata?

What a joke.

Irie Kanata fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Can you play such a powerful serve?

Takamura is not unusual.

Omniscience and Almighty of the Twelve Profound Truths are activated.

Moments, the wind, the sun, the field, the breath of the crowd, the trajectory of the tennis ball, the breath of Irie Kanata...

Everything is in Takamura's mind.

(Where.)

Takamura appeared in an instant, with super fast speed, leaving an afterimage on the spot.

Swing the racquet and hang it straight into the far corner.

30:0.

"Do you think your acting skills can escape my eyes?" Takamura shrugged.

"You're too naive to try to distract me and get cocky.

"You act like a clown.

"I was just watching the monkeys."

Irie was stunned, her heart pounding.

His acting was completely ineffective for the first time.

"What are you talking about?" Irie asked.

"What do you think?" Takamura asked rhetorically.

Irie was silent.

Soon, Irie changed. Not as weak and stupid as before.

Atmosphere changed.

"Still playing." Takamura Nuoyu.

Irie regardless, serve again.

This time, full of blood.

The ball has obviously improved, whether it is rotation or strength, but doubt is the speed.

(Irie Kanata is still acting, no, or rather, acting is the way he plays,) Takamura understood instantly.

Irie's acting skills are not only psychological tactics, it can tease the opponent's mood, but also make the opponent underestimate the enemy; even, with the display of various personalities, there are different ways of playing, and Tian Ke is the opponent who predicts the type.

It's an enhanced version of the incomprehensible.

Grumpy character, is a power play;

Cowardly personality, is speed;

shy personality, is technology,

Stupid personality, endurance,

Various personalities, various playing styles, coupled with Irie's strong foundation and strong acting skills, can be combined at will, making it hard to guard against.

The intellectual brain constantly analyzes and gives the best play in an instant.

One power down ten sessions.

Don't care about Irie's acting skills, don't care about what he says, he hits him, you hit you.

Use strength, use violence, and directly crack.

Make him helpless.

But Takamura didn't do that.

Takamura is going to crush Irie in what he does best.

(Acting skills? Then let you know that in front of me, your so-called acting skills are just clowns.)

Takamura speed up again.

It caused a strong roar, which was a shock wave caused by the speed, which made everyone feel uncomfortable.

1:0.

Takamura serve.