Prince of Tennis Tai Chi

The first two doubles wins have already been won by Qingxue, which means that as long as they win the next three singles, they can end the game and enter the metropolitan competition as the first team in the region.

"Little one, what happens next is up to you!"

Kikumaru stood behind Echizen, put his hands on his shoulders, lowered his body, and smiled in his ear.

"I understand, Eiji-senpai."

Echizen Ryoma gently shook off Kikumaru from behind, and then walked into the stadium without looking back.

"Come on, little one."

Kikumaru behind him was waving his hands to cheer for Echizen Ryoma.

"This stinky brat is still as stinky as ever."

hiss......

Taocheng complained softly, and even Viper rarely agreed with him.

but......

"Come on, you brat."

.......

At this time, the atmosphere on Fudomine's side was extremely heavy, not only because this singles match might be their last game in this regional competition, but also because they were worried about the two Ishidas who had fainted at this time.

At this time, all the pressure came on Itake Shinji.

"Fukaji, it's up to you."

Tachibana Yoshihei patted Ibu Shinji on the shoulder.

"Captain, don't worry, I will definitely avenge Ishida and the others!"

Full of anger, Ibu Fukaji stood up, picked up the racket leaning on his side, and walked straight to the court.

"Pro or con?"

When he decided to take the lead in serving, Itake Fukaji said in a suppressed voice: "Front."

"If that's the case, then I'll do the opposite."

Echizen Ryoma replied casually.

As the racket stopped spinning, the right to serve first came out.

"The game starts with Seigaku Echizen Ryoma serving the ball."

Before the referee's voice dissipated, the two men had already reached their respective baseline positions.

‘Come on, kid, let’s get some interest from you first! ’

Bang...bang...bang...bang!

Catching the bouncing tennis ball, Echizen Ryoma completed the serve in an instant.

"Aha!"

"It seems that he is in good condition!"

Looking at Echizen Ryoma running on the field, Li Zhe, who had just returned from buying a drink, spoke to Tezuka beside him.

However, Tezuka still had a stern face, and his only movement was to nod slightly.

"Please, can you say something?"

Li Zhe looked at the cold Tezuka and couldn't help but complain.

"Forget it, I don't expect you to speak with such an iceberg face, I might as well think about where to eat later."

Before Tezuka could react, Li Zhe waved at him, then turned around and continued watching the game.

Fu Er, who was standing nearby and took everything in his eyes, looked at Li Zhe who was 'breaking the defense', squinted his eyes, and smiled softly.

"By the way, Fuji, where are we going to eat later!"

"what....."

The smile on Fuji Shusuke's face suddenly froze after being cueed.

(Li Zhe: I want you to laugh at me! Humph!)

......

Back in the game.

At this time, the game has reached a fierce stage, the score has reached 3:0, Qingxue is far ahead.

Looking at the score on the scoreboard, Ibu Fukaji thought to himself.

"It's almost time to close the net. Are you ready? Kid."

At this time, Echizen Ryoma suddenly felt an inexplicable chill, as if the prey had been targeted by a hunter.

"Oh, are you serious?"

Seeing Itake Fukaji's change of attitude on the opposite side, Echizen Ryoma couldn't help but tighten the racket in his hand, and his expression became serious.

......

"I heard that you know a trick called 'spin serve'?"

Ibu Fukaji asked Echizen Ryoma on the opposite side while patting the tennis ball.

Hearing his words, Echizen Ryoma couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

He pulled his hat and replied, "Yeah. Is there anything you want to say?"

In response to Echizen Ryoma's rhetorical question, Ibu Fukaji did not answer. Instead, he grabbed the bouncing tennis ball and threw it into the air and started his serve.

"What! You're half talking."

Horio looked at Itake Shinji from the outside and complained disdainfully.

"Perhaps he has any special meaning in doing this."

Li Zhe took a sip of the drink and said lightly.

"Oh? Azhe, do you know why he did this?"

Fuji, who narrowed his eyes, looked over, and even Horio and others around him looked at Li Zhe.

However, Li Zhe didn't say much, but pointed at the two people on the field and motioned for them to continue watching.

(Li Zhe: Isn’t it that this guy can’t help but use his side spin to serve? What’s there to say? It’s so boring.)

......

The tennis ball flew forward quickly. Echizen Ryoma, who had been staring at Ibu Fukaji, judged the landing point the moment he served and immediately chased the tennis ball.

Just when he was about to fight back, the tennis ball bounced in the opposite direction and rushed straight towards Echizen Ryoma's face.

Although Echizen Ryoma raised his head in time at the last moment to avoid being 'disfigured', his hat was still scratched off by the ball.

"What? That's not..."

"Isn't that a front-spin serve?"

"Not really."

Fuji looked ahead with a solemn expression.

"Here it comes, it's Shenji's side spin serve."

Fudomine on the other side immediately became excited when he saw Ibu Fukaji score.

"Side spin? Isn't it spin?"

Horio stood on the barbed wire fence and turned to look in the direction of Fudomine, with big doubts in his small eyes.

"Basically it's the same, but in my opinion, the spin force of this ball is much greater than the average spin ball."

Inui Sadaharu pushed up his glasses, recorded something in his notebook, and spoke.

"So what's the difference between this and Echizen's offspin serve?"

After hearing Ini Sadaharu's explanation, Horio, who was still a little confused, continued to ask.

"How should I put it? The difference is not big."

Inui Sadaharu shook the ballpoint pen in his hand, looked at the analysis results recorded in his notebook, and said.

"That's good. If that's the case, Echizen will definitely be able to score this goal."

Horio spoke again.

‘Hey, hey, Horio, do you know how much those words just hurt Echizen? ’

Seeing Horio Daisen perform again, Li Zhe shed a drop of cold sweat on the side, as if he had seen Echizen's racket in the court pumping out milk crazily.

The words were divided into two parts. On the other side, Tomoka Kosakata, who was holding a flag to cheer for Echizen, was not affected at all. She continued to cheer for him with her voice and exaggerated movements.

"What a side-spin serve? It's not as good as Ryoma's external-spin serve!"

"You say so, Sakurano."

Looking at her best friend in front of her, Ryuzaki Sakurano didn't know how to answer her for a moment.

"Tomoka..."

Click...click...

Inoue and Shiba Saori kept moving, controlling the camera, and constantly captured the wonderful moments on the court.

"It's really wonderful, Inoue-senpai."

"Saori, don't be in a daze, pay attention to take more pictures."

"Yes, Inoue-senpai."

.......

"Can you dodge the next ball?"

Itake Fukaji, who resumed serving, stared at Echizen Ryoma on the opposite side with a sinister look.

Sure enough, Echizen Ryoma's small body could not withstand Horio Daisen's poisonous milk.

For the next goal, Ibu Fukaji secretly increased his power. Echizen Ryoma was not paying attention for a moment and was hit hard in the face by a tennis ball.

"little guy!"

"Echizen!"

"Stinky brat!"

Seeing Echizen Ryoma kneeling on the field with his face covered, Seigaku's group instantly became excited.

Snap...

After about a few minutes of relief, and after his face no longer hurt so much, Echizen Ryoma slowly picked up the racket that fell on the ground.

call....

"It seems that the little one is fine. I was really scared to death just now."

Seeing Echizen standing up again, Kikumaru breathed a sigh of relief.

The game continues.

"Oh? Can you still stand up? In that case, I won't be polite."

.......

"3:1!"

In the next two balls, Ibu Fukaji was full of firepower and continued to play extremely tricky tennis. Some balls even hit Echizen Ryoma's body directly.

"That's it, let's win the game in one go, Fukaji."

The Fudomine members standing outside the field raised their hands and shouted loudly towards Ibu Fukaji who was sitting on the lounge chair.

"That's right, Fukaji, there's no need to hide anymore, let's win the game in one go!"

Tachibana Jippei took the towel handed over by Ibu Fukaji and said to him firmly.

After the break, Itake Fukaji stood up and walked onto the court resolutely.

‘Since the captain has said so, we have to do as he wishes. are you ready? Little devil...'