Net King: Walking into Tatehai University with Damocles on his head

"I'm fine-"

It's okay! perhaps!

Niou tugged left and right, and after making sure there were no scars on his face and arms, he breathed a sigh of relief. The next second, a big Hideto hit Kirihara on the head.

"Why are you so stunned on the field!"

His head, which was already sober, was now even more sober after being beaten.

Kirihara touched his head aggrievedly, "I didn't, I think my attitude is normal——"

He kept his eyes on the tennis ball and never let it go.

Nioh's head felt like veins were forming upon hearing this, and he was about to curse a few more times when the other people next to him finally reacted and ran over.

Everyone realized that the scene just now was too dangerous——

They were a friendly match between countries. They were surrounded by various high-definition equipment. Naturally, they could see the scene just now when they replayed the video.

If you follow the planned trajectory——

Kirihara's racket hit the pillar again, and after it shattered, it might have hit him directly in the face.

The tennis played by these junior high school students was earth-shattering. Only they knew how hard they used it, and it was obvious that human bones and flesh and blood could not withstand such damage!

The ending may not be terrible, but one can imagine——

"Kirihara, are you okay?" Coach Kurobe also looked at him up and down.

After everything was fine, he sighed and patted Nioh on the shoulder, "Why did you react so quickly?"

If this kind of thing wasn't so unexpected, everyone would really wonder if Nioh had expected it.

"Well... just keep staring at him!" Nioh blinked, "Isn't that what a coach should do!"

Coach Kurobe:…

Other coaches:…

With this said, why do you still feel like you've been slapped in the face after Versailles?

It's okay, this is a huge joy.

The game continues.

This time, while everyone was discussing the upcoming game, they couldn't help but discuss Nioh's behavior.

"It was really dangerous just now!"

"Yes, how did he guess it..."

"Tachikai Dai—I always think people like Tachikai Dai are scary!"

Many people have new views on Li Haid due to this incident.

Although Nioh's words sounded very Versailles, sitting in the coaching chair, he truly anticipated all accidents and protected his players.

"I heard... that there was a game like this in the Kanto Tournament!"

"what happened?"

The nature of human beings is that gossip is really fragrant.

"It seemed like someone was going to take the ball and attack the players on the field... Nioh also suddenly rushed out, and that time he seemed to have caught the ball with his hand——"

"No wonder he is the minister after Yukimura!"

"Amazing!"

No matter in terms of responsibility or reaction speed. He is really awesome.

Next-

Due to Kirihara's injury, the two men had a five-minute break.

"Kirihara, I don't know what's wrong with you, but -" After Nioh thought about it for himself, he felt that he couldn't completely shift the blame to the sleeping aspect.

As the current coach, he should give appropriate guidance. It is no longer the time for Kirihara to sleep.

"Do you remember what I taught you before?"

Nioh simply adjusted his collar.

Speaking of this Kirihara, I’m not sleepy anymore——

"Can I use it?"

"Of course, I have never restricted when you want to use this thing!" Nioh looked at him with a smile, "Why, is it possible that you think what I teach you is not good enough?"

"You said that you hope that I will try my best to become a stable and qualified minister!"

Although it was only said occasionally and no one took it to heart, Kirihara remembered it.

He remembered how many things Nioh-senpai had helped him with during this year.

I also remember how much effort Nioh-senpai put into training him.

So he remembers every word he said——

Because of this, he understood how much effort Niou-senpai had put into correcting his reputation outside. But he never said or felt there was anything wrong with his Devil Tennis.

But—that’s why everyone should see his progress and changes.

They know that Akaya Kirihara is not just a demon, he is a measured demon.

Tell those idle people that there is a difference between the field and off the field!

"I really didn't expect you to think with your brain!"

Nioh looked at Kirihara curiously. Is this because he overused his brain and was sleepy?

"You can fight however you want, didn't I tell you? In the future, you can rely on Tamagawa!" Their little devil only needs to do his own thing.

Leave the things you are not good at to others, this is the consciousness a good player should have.

"it is good!"

As if he had come out of his predicament, Kirihara's playing mind came online again.

Walking onto the playing field again, he looked away from his expression of being tired or dying.

It's the same serve, but this time the angle changes even more weirdly. Before Kevin Smith could react, he had already landed heavily on the white line.

He didn't choose to attack people, but to score!

"You..." Kaibin felt something was different.

"I will completely defeat you and win this game!" Kirihara smiled gloomily, and the whooshing sound in his throat made the bones of the rest of the people go cold.

Kebin frowned, he hated this bravado. No one is really a devil! It's just creating a superficial persona for yourself.

pity--

boom!

The tennis ball was like the light and shadow of a sword on the battlefield, inadvertently sweeping across every corner of his body.

Obviously he only felt a gust of headwind blowing by, but the next second he saw bruises, bloodstains, or stinging pain across his skin.

The wounds that opened little by little made Kaibin feel itchy and uncomfortable all over. What made him even more angry was that while this guy was torturing him, he also didn't forget to score points!

The score had reached 3-3, and it was clear that he was the one who had the upper hand just now.

But now this guy has regained his disadvantage in an instant.

"What on earth are you——"

This is completely different from the person just now!

"Haha, there are many things you haven't seen before -" Kirihara stared proudly at his round eyes, and the black hair scattered around his forehead was slightly curled. Proving that he has not shown his true strength yet.

What follows is the real hell on earth——

【Demon state! 】

The original black hair turned completely white in a blink of an eye, and the boy's high-pitched laughter was even more terrifying, coupled with his eyes that almost stared out of their sockets.

This is simply the real devil coming to earth!

"What's going on?" Kaibin has never seen anyone change his hair color during a game.

Only now did he realize that Kirihara was not joking. This guy really didn't use his full strength before——

On the sidelines of the game, Nioh exhaled. Now he could finally watch the game quietly and comfortably.