I Never Hang Up When I Play Tennis

Ibu Shensi was helpless.

What he wants is to cheer, to encourage, to support, why is the team members discouraged all day long? It seems that he is already destined to go to the hospital before the fight starts?

I know you guys care about me, but, but I have to talk about it after the game? Now I need to cheer up.

Fighting with injuries, I also need courage.

The more he thought about it, the heavier Ibu Shenji became. My heart is beating constantly.

After all, Kirihaya's style of play is well known, and that's a real possibility of going to the hospital.

And the game has been lost, the singles result is useless. Even if he barely played, he was doomed to lose.

Ibu Shenji was even more shaken.

Ishida's iron hands were bandaged and began to pray with one hand. Amitabha.

He was heartbroken, he should have been singles and hit Kirihara Akaya with a wave ball. Violent tennis is against violent tennis, who is afraid of who.

Of course, it is more likely that the fluctuating ball was not used, and he went to the hospital by himself.

"Shinji, you must not give up, and you can't lose to someone like Kirihaya." Peach City gave Ibu Shenji a big hug.

"I think so too. 27." Look, this is the normal way to refuel.

"By the way, these are bandages and toilet paper, which can be wiped off in case of blood."

Ibu Fukaji:

"Damn, I don't fight anymore." Yiwu threw racquet.

singles one who falls in love with whom.

"Referee, I abstain.

"Haha, it's finally my turn." Kirihara Akaya was very excited.

This time, he wanted to let everyone know that he, Kirihara Akaya, was Rikkai's ace.

Of course, second grade. But even in the second grade, that's trump card.

Then, he heard that sentence.

"Referee, I abstain."

Kirihaya:

"Chew." Xiao Jin was eating, his mouth full of oil, "Hey Kirihaya, eat something.

Looking at Xiao Jin, he remembered that he was under the pressure of the lower grades, without a single victory.

Kirihaya was even more frustrated.

At this point, the quarterfinals are over.

Tomorrow is the real showdown and the absolute focus battle.

In the Hyotei conference room, everyone sat in front of their heads.

Coach Sakakitaro introduced the situation, and there were professionals next to him.

"Everyone, tomorrow's game, I think you know what it means - the final. We're up against the strongest opponent we've ever faced, and one we've never beaten, Rikkai.

2 years, 2 years, we are all losers, as a background board, we can only watch each other lift the trophy, this year I hope we can become winners. I hope it's you who will be on the podium tomorrow.

I hope everyone can use all their energy, do their best, and do their best to deal with tomorrow's battle. It's a fight, not a competition. please. Sakakitaro bowed.

In this battle, Sakakitaro really didn't want to lose. This was also the time when the strength gap between the two schools was the smallest in the past three years.

No one speaks, everyone wants to win, but the gap in strength is really too big.

Even the most confident Atobe dare not say that he can win.

"I'm talking about qualifying now, Atobe, maybe you need to make some sacrifices.

"..." Atobe clenched his hands and listened quietly.

"Coach, I think..." Oshitari couldn't help but speak.

"Mr. Atobe, if you want to win Rikkai, this is the only chance. Also, it's only 2 games at most," said the blond Flanders, a professional coach who didn't want to think about Hyotei. Shrimp? A junior high school student wants him to be trained by a professional coaching team?

Come on, the physical education teacher can teach whatever you want, it's just a hobby anyway.

But Atobe's money is too sweet.

For money, oh, I love Hyotei, I love Atobe, Hyotei is my home, and no one can drive me away.

"According to the information we have collected, if the real main force of Rikkai, Makoto Takamura, Tezuka Kunimitsu, Seiichi Yukimura, if the three of them sit in the singles, none of Hyotei is their opponent, or, Mr. Akutsu burst out the evolution, maybe he can kill Tezuka Kunimitsu or One of Seiichi Yukimura." Flender spoke half-baked Japanese.

"What about Makoto Takamura? What odds do I have?" Akutsu asked. He doesn't care about Tezuka Yukimura and the like, he just wants to beat Makoto Takamura.

"No way. Flender didn't even think about it.

Akutsu:

"I am very strong, and I will definitely evolve by then."

"That's impossible."

Akutsu "..."

"Unlike singles, Rikkai doubles are relatively weak. Although your cooperation is weaker, you still have a chance to win with your absolute strength." Flender shrugged.

Obviously the hope of victory is extremely slim.

"Of course, if Mr. Atobe and Mr. Akutsu form doubles, a victory is basically guaranteed, which is also the plan I recommend the most."5

"Only one win?" Atobe murmured.

"Yes, this is a normal situation, if you hit Makoto Takamura unfortunately, or doubles with Tezuka Kunimitsu and Seiichi Yukimura, you will definitely lose."

"I don't believe it, it's impossible for me and Atobe to lose." Akujin interjected.

Flender didn't even bother to listen to Ya 907 Jiujin's words, knowing that you have arrogant capital, but some people's strength is not what you can touch the current level, how many times does he need to emphasize?

"Can Rikkai guess our formation?" Kikumaru wondered.

"Certainly, Makoto Takamura plays data tennis, and platooning is his forte." 35 Flanders explained, "If you want him to be unable to guess the lineup, you can either draw lots by luck and leave it to God, or you can be a layman. Set up, or your predictions are above him..."

"Then Mr. Flender didn't think about it? Rikkai has always been high, and they may not necessarily play in the full lineup." Gan added.

"For the competitiveness of next year and the next year, Takamura has been cultivating juniors, and it is not a big problem to give up one game in the finals to train soldiers."

"Of course, that's why I said that there is a chance of winning, Mr. Atobe and Mr. Akutsu are singles, plus Rikkai's arrogant training, but the probability is..." Flender spread his hands, obviously he was not optimistic.

Atobe is silent, the two schemes are very simple, one is guaranteed to win a game but will definitely lose; the other may win, but the probability is extremely low.

At this moment, the audience was silent, and everyone silently looked at Atobe, the emperor of Hyotei.

"Haha," Atobe laughed, snapping his fingers handsomely.

"My uncle will never admit defeat."