I Never Hang Up When I Play Tennis

Another ball. The game came to a match point.

With just one goal, Seongseong Shonan will win the doubles.

(Forget it, the score can’t be faked, maybe the other party sent a substitute carelessly, or maybe the two of the doubles are not in good shape.)

Thinking again that Takamura is a middle school student, and Niwang and both are middle school students, Huamura Aoi felt relieved.

Just a freshman year.

Mistakes are normal.

Moreover, Huamura Aoi remembered Rikkai's formation before.

(Looks like I'm overthinking it, Rikkai's coach, a total idiot.)

"Okay, this ball is Rikkai's collapse." Maruyama Ichiro shouted, using all his strength to hit a smash.

The tennis ball flew towards Nioh's half court, and the tennis ball with Maruyama Ichiro's belief actually felt like flying.

"Win." Chengcheng was on the southern side, ready to cheer.

"No way." King Nio smiled.

The squinting in the eyes, like a fox.

"I want to score, I'm delusional." Kuwahara moved forward quickly from the baseline, raised his right hand high, and racquet slammed the tennis ball fiercely.

40:15.

"Pfft, I'm sorry, your victory may have to be delayed a little." King Nio said embarrassedly.

"This ball." The two Maruyama Ichiro brothers looked at each other and felt uneasy.

Ball speed, too fast.

"It's okay, it's just a coincidence." Maruyama Ichiro said.

He attacked again and tried his best, but as a result, he still couldn't break through Kuwahara's release, and was slapped by Nioh to score.

30:0.

"Rikkai, it's too much of a deception."

Huacun Aoi's expression changed, she had already seen Niwang's plan.

That is, when the victory is only one step away, the Chengcheng Shonan will be kicked into the abyss.

(As long as one goal, we can win with just one goal, Rikkai, you are too arrogant.) Huamura Aoi's eyes can eat people.

(I don't believe it, we didn't get a single ball.)

Unfortunately, the process of the game does not depend on human will.

The game continued, Nioh and the two quickly counterattacked and scored quickly.

40:40.

Chop again, hitting the ball toward the center line.

5:1.

5:2

5:3

Maruyama Ichiro and the two were confused, and they never imagined that Niwang Kuanghara, who was like a weak chicken before, and the two who had an infighting, suddenly changed. Beat yourself to pieces.

"Really, your character is really bad." Kuang Yuan said coldly.

He actually wanted to act with Niwang himself and pretended to be in strife.

The reason is just for fun.

Sanghara was speechless.

Sure enough, Marui is still better.

"Don't say that, don't you think it's interesting too? It looks like you're about to win, but you're going to be defeated." Niwang laughed.

"You guys, just pretended." Maruyama Ichiro suddenly realized.

"Of course, just think about it, how could we be in strife." King Nio poked out his ears.

"Then the score." Maruyama Jiro gritted his teeth.

"Of course I lost on purpose." King Nio pretended to be innocent.

"You were just about to win, which is a joy. In the end, we won, and it was a joy, and it was a double joy."

"Win-win."

"You bastard." Maruyama Ichiro couldn't help it, and wanted to punch the bastard Niwang.

"enough."

Huacun Aoi stopped her with a cold face.

"Referee, doubles one, we concede."

Looking coldly at Niou Masaharu, Jackal Kuwahara, and finally, Makoto Takamura.

Huacun Aoi silently made up her mind that after two years, Rikkai must pay the price for her strengthening.

Makoto Takamura: It's none of my business, I don't know anything.

"Minister, fortunately not humiliated."

The King waved his hand.

Playing with people's hearts, this is a fraudster.

"Before the Kanto competition, every Sunday, you had to train for six hours," Takamura said.

"Huh?" King Nio was stunned.

"Seven hours."

"No, Minister, this is too..."

"Eight hours."

"Stop, I understand. 8 hours." Niwang touched his sweat.

Good guy, he had already imagined the miserable days.

Takamura glanced at Kuwahara again.

"I see, Minister, I'll practice for 6 hours right away." Kuwahara said quickly.

Takamura shook his head.

Just to anger your opponent.

Psychological tactics are normal.

The problem is Niwang's habit of riding the wind and waves, and he still can't change it.

Like in the original book, in the finals of the national competition, Nioh just waved four rounds.

Later, when Fuji Syusuke evolved, Nioh no longer had room for error, and he could only eat the taste of defeat in the end.

Most of those who drowned were able to swim.

(The bad habit of going with the wind must be changed. Nioh, it seems that you are going to be specially trained, and it has also damaged Kuwahara.)

Niwang suddenly had a cold war, and he didn't even know that his next training would be very miserable. *