Prince of Tennis Tai Chi

That's right, the trick Fuji used at this time was one of his three types of return shots!

The flying swallow returns to its nest!

The sharply spinning tennis ball whizzed past the court, and then landed between Houchotaro and Meido Ryo.

Ah!

Hochotaro turned his head in surprise and looked at the spinning tennis ball on the ground.

Ryo Myto also ran up very quickly to fill the position.

"What's going on with this ball?"

"It didn't bounce up!"

Looking at the tennis ball still spinning on the ground, Meido didn't know when to swing the racket he held.

Just as Mito finished speaking, the tennis ball scraped the ground and flew out from his crotch.

0: 15.

"what is that!"

"The tennis ball feels like it's gliding on the ground!"

After recovering, Yue Ren Xiang was lying on the railing, his jaw dropped in shock.

As if hearing his words, the 'initiator' of this goal, Fuji Shusuke, gave him an answer.

"This is...one of the three types of returns!"

"The flying swallow returns to its nest!"

Fuji put down his racket and stood up straight. The cold aura made the two of them unable to breathe for a while.

...

"Come on! Fuji-senpai!"

"That's it! Defeat them all at once!"

Horio raised his hands to his mouth like a trumpet and shouted excitedly.

Bang...bang...bang...bang...

call----

After clearing his mind of what he had just seen, Meito jumped up and swung the racket again, hitting the tennis ball towards Qinghaha's half.

"This ball is mine!"

Kawamura saw the opportunity and swung the racket hard.

Faced with Kawamura's batting, Hochotaro can be said to have learned a lesson from his mistakes.

This time, he did not think about hitting the ball back with one hand. Instead, he held the racket with both hands from the beginning and used his whole body to drive the racket and hit the ball back.

"Come! One more goal!"

Hochotaro's counterattack was intercepted by Kawamura.

In an instant, another powerful counterattack flew towards him.

Bang...

"Damn it! My wrist..."

Faced with the indiscriminate bombing from Kawamura, Hochotaro obviously couldn't bear it.

After receiving several consecutive hits from Kawamura, he could clearly feel that his wrist was approaching the 'critical point'.

...

Bang!

But Kawamura didn't care whether you reached the critical point or not, he showed no mercy and flew another heavy blow towards Houchotarou.

"Chotaro!"

Just when Houchotaro was still in a daze, Ryo Meito from behind shouted out in time.

After hearing his words, Houchotaro immediately understood what he was thinking.

He dodged the ball sideways and handed the ball to his partner.

"Go back!"

With Houchotaro's lessons learned, Meito would naturally not capsize in the gutter and use his hands as soon as he got up.

With his roar, the tennis ball containing Kawamura's powerful power rushed into the sky, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and fell to Qingxue's backcourt.

"Chance ball!"

Looking at the tennis ball slowly falling in the air, Fuji's eyes instantly became sharp.

He got into a smashing stance early on.

"coming soon!"

"It's a smash."

Oishi shouted.

Seeing Fuji who was showing off his smash early, Mito and Feng on the opposite side couldn't help but become nervous.

"Be careful! Chotaro."

"Understood! Myto-senpai."

The two locked the tennis ball tightly and were ready to counterattack at any time.

The tennis ball continued to fall, and in a blink of an eye it reached the best hitting point.

However, Fuji, who had been holding the racket, did not swing it.

"what!!!"

Everyone was stunned when they saw the tennis ball falling out of the sweet spot.

"Was it a mistake?"

Inoue said softly.

"No! It's a short ball!"

Just when everyone was wondering why Fuji didn't swing the racket, Atobe, who had been sitting outside the court, suddenly shouted.

It turned out that just when everyone thought Fuji was going to smash, he deliberately let the ball continue to fall.

Then he quickly switched postures and cut the racket from top to bottom, changing the smash to a short ball.

At this moment, the two people on the field realized what they were doing, and Houchotaro quickly stepped forward and rushed forward.

But in the end it was still a little late.

Boom....boom....

The tennis ball stuck to the net and landed in front of Houchotaro.

"0:30."

Fuji once again taught the Hyotei duo a lesson.

"I'm really yours, Fuji."

Oishi shouted happily.

"It turned out to be a short ball."

Inoue looked at everything happening on the field in disbelief.

He thought it was Fuji's mistake just now, but he didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly.

(Li Zhe: Mistake? Does this kind of thing really exist in this guy Fuji?)

"What a nice short shot."

Even Coach Sakaki was amazed by this goal.

"Deliberately pretending to be a smash to confuse the opponent, but actually trying to hit a short ball. It's really smart."

...

"hateful!"

In the next game, the two men played extremely frustrated.

Faced with Kawamura's heavy-handed return, the two could only stand farther away to consume the terrifying power contained in the tennis ball.

But this gave Qingxue another opportunity. The two had to be constantly vigilant about Fuji's short balls and could not relax for a moment.

"Ah! I can't stand it anymore!"

Seeing his teammates being pressed and beaten like this, Xiang Riyueru rubbed his hair hard and yelled loudly.

"Yue Ren, calm down."

"Yes, trust them."

Everyone in Hyokui’s eyes fell on Ryo Meito and Houchotaro on the field.

ice King! ice King! ice King!

The sound of cheering from the Hyokui Deluxe Cheerleaders rang out from the scene.

......

"Senior Meito, it's almost time to go back."

Under the setting sun at dusk, Houchotaro looked at the embarrassed Mito Ryo opposite and said.

However, Ryo Myto on the opposite side pretended not to hear, swung the racket again, and hit the tennis ball over.

The hair that had been cut short just now looked so messy.

'no! I definitely don’t want this kind of shame to happen again! ’

It was as if Ryo Meito had remembered something. His eyes, which were originally full of fatigue, instantly emitted an astonishing light, and his eyes instantly became sharp.

Hi! ! !

Bang!

Looking at the tennis ball on the ground with wide eyes, Houchotaro couldn't help but murmured.

"Senior Meito..."

.....

Withdrawing from the memories, Meido Ryo's eyes became firm again.

This time, he no longer 'hided' behind, but rushed towards the flying tennis ball.

what! ! !

Holding the racket with both hands, he fought hard to hit the ball back.

"what!"

Kawamura and Fuji were startled by the sudden outburst of Mito, and without noticing, he actually scored a point.

"40:15."

The referee announced the score.

"Well done! Hado."

"That's it! Come on, Hado."

...

Everyone in Hyokui suddenly became excited when they saw Meido scoring.

Even the corners of Atobe's mouth slowly turned up.

ice King! ice King! ice King! ice King!

"It's so abominable! The opponent actually scored."

"It is! It is!"

"Originally, this goal was scored, but this game was won by Fuji-senpai and the others."

Horio and the others couldn't help but complain.

"Hey! What's this? Isn't it just a ball? Fuji and they will chase it back later."

Li Zhe crossed his arms, tapped the fingers of his right hand on his left arm, and said indifferently.

Just as Li Zhe said, Fuji and Kawamura didn't care at all about the ball they just lost.

After looking at each other, Kawamura took out a tennis ball from his pocket and prepared to serve.

Bang!

The tennis ball rushed towards Hyokui's half of the court.

Facing Kawamura's serve, Meido rushed forward with the momentum he had just now.

"Go back!"

Bang!

But obviously Fuji would not let him succeed easily. He quickly stepped forward and then swung his racket to hit the ball in another direction.

"what!"

Meido was taken aback, but he was obviously too late to save the ball in front of the net.

"I come!"

Fortunately, Houchotaro behind him made up for it in time, thus avoiding losing points.

"Great!"

Kawamura shouted softly and hit the ball back hard.

...

After several rounds of tug-of-war, the tennis ball came to Fuji.

Boom!

Swinging his racket, Fuji hit a lob.

"good chance!"

Minghu shouted and rushed forward.

Whoosh!

Meito, who rushed forward, immediately jumped into the sky, trying to give Fuji and the two a smash ball.

"do not want!"

Just when Meido jumped up, Yushi Ninzu outside the court suddenly shouted loudly.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the scene in front of him was so familiar.

Having mastered the capture of brown bears, he naturally knew that he was not the only one capable of this trick.

Someone is more proficient in this move than you are.

But obviously, it's too late.

The moment Meido completed the smash.

got windy!

"No way!! That is!!!"

"Brown bear caught!!"