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As the announcement ended, Tristan walked to the teeing area, picked up a tennis ball, and smiled.

"Thank you for taking care of me then, Kimijima..."

"Oh?"

Kimijima was stunned for a moment and recalled, "Are you talking about how you were almost kicked out of the tennis world because you were too handsome?"

A few years ago, Bart was almost kicked out of the tennis world because he was too handsome.

Kimijima happened to appear at that time, and Kimijima used his superb negotiation skills to save it.

"Thank you very much, but on the field... let us fight with all our strength!"

Tristan smiled frankly.

"Of course……"

Kimijima was noncommittal.

"Hey... it's time to serve, I can't wait to put on a winning pose..."

Moro on the side squatted down and posed while urging him.

"coming……"

Tristan smiled softly, then slapped the tennis ball a few times.

Then he threw the tennis ball into the sky...

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Swish!

Tristan stepped slightly with his left foot, then jumped up suddenly with the help of inertia... and waved his arm vigorously!

Snapped--

A crisp slap sounded, and in an instant the tennis ball drew a shadow and quickly rushed to the opposite court...

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"It's strange, Shiraishi is left-handed, is he standing on the right side?"

Outside the court, Fuji Yuta looked at Shiraishi's position on the court, slightly puzzled.

Generally speaking, when combining players with different dominant hands, they will generally follow the defensive theory of left-handers standing on the left side and right-handers standing on the right side...

In this way, not only the defensive range will be wider, but also it will be easier to hit hard...

"It must have been a surprise..."

Fuji turned his head, looked at Yuta in the audience and smiled.

"Maybe there's also the factor of backhand. For Shiraishi, he doesn't have any defensive blind spots..."

Yukimura also opened his mouth to explain.

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Tatata!

As he spoke, Shiraishi moved quickly towards the outside hook...

His movements are ordinary and unpretentious, and they are the basics of the basics, but... they are a little more pure.

clack.

Soon Shiraishi rushed to the front of the tennis ball, then bent his knees to catch it and slapped the tennis ball back with his backhand!

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"Almost..."

Tristan frowned, he moved a few steps sideways, and then his body suddenly stopped.

At the same time, with the help of the inertia of stopping, the racket swings quickly!

"Is it a straight shot?"

Shiraishi looked solemn, and then quickly ran to the right corner of the court...

This position is at the back of the court, and you can hit back whether it is a straight ball or an angle ball!

Swah——

With a swing of the racket, he caught the tennis ball in the racket and hit it back again.

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"good chance!"

Outside the court, many people looked at the goal with anticipation on their faces.

Because of the tricky angle, the ball fell right in front of Morrow and Tristan.

As it happens, these two people are not here!

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"It's too early to be proud!"

Moro smiled, then jumped up and turned into four or five afterimages.

Each afterimage made a different fake move, and finally Morrow took a back-to-back shooting posture, chased after the tennis ball, and quickly shot it...

bang...

The crisp sound of the tennis ball hitting the ball was heard, and before Shiraishi could react, he saw the tennis ball flying out of the court!

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"15-0...France, Dimodity Moreau!"

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"Morro! Moro! Moro! Moro!"

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"Sorry, I was confused by him accidentally just now..." Shiraishi scratched his head and smiled at Kimijima with an embarrassed look on his face.

"It doesn't matter, Parisian fashion movements are indeed a bit tricky..."

Kimijima nodded slightly.

It's so confusing to swing the tennis ball in one pose after another.

Especially Moro and the two... are very handsome in their own right...

Also because he is too handsome, coupled with the mental influence, Shiraishi can't help but pay extra attention... This also makes it inevitable to be "distracted" when hitting back tennis balls...

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clap clap clap...

The tennis ball is thrown again.

Then Tristan and Morrow showed off their abdominal muscles and continued to pose one after another...

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"30-0, France..."

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Bang!

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"15-30..."

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Bang!

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"40-15..."

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bang...

Another lob, Morrow leaned over slightly, racketed the ground, bathed in the silvery white sunlight...

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"Game, 1-0, French team..."

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"Morro! Moro! Moro, Moro!"

"I love you!"

"Bart!"

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"Shiraishi, it seems we have to do some poses, but we can't lose to them..."

Kimijima took advantage of the situation and struck a few poses, then smiled.

"Wha...what?"

"Come on, it's a tennis match and a beauty pageant. We can't let them come out on top..."

Kimijima picked up a tennis ball and spoke with a smile.

"This……"

Shiraishi scratched his head again.

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"Come on, Brother Shiraishi!"

"I love you, Shiraishi!"

"Brother Shiraishi, you are the most handsome——!"

"..."

Outside the court, Golden Koharu and Yuji held hands and started shouting hard...

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Bang!

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"15-0, Neon Team..."

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Kimijima Ikuto took advantage of the situation and hit an ace serve and struck a pose.

"Neon! Neon!"

"so hot--!"

"Lord Jun~"

Instantly, many female spectators outside the stadium also started cheering...

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"Oh, do you have some skills..."

Tristan smiled lightly.

Bang!

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Another ball, Kimijima once again hit it with a graceful posture!

"Paris show!"

Tatata!

Morrow took a few steps forward, leaned back, and then hit the tennis ball back with a beautiful posture...

"Shiraishi..."

"Oh……"

Shiraishi also tried a simple pose, swung the racket in a circle, and quickly moved everything on the tennis ball...

In an instant, the tennis ball quickly transformed into a circular double image, falling towards Moro!

Round table whipping!

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"Wow, amazing counterattack skills!" Morrow couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw this, "It's really perfect tennis..."

His body jumped into the air, and then he quickly shot towards the tennis racket...

But the next moment... his arm stiffened.

The tennis ball flashed and bypassed his racket!

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"30-0, Neon White Stone scores..."

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"Shiraishi! Shiraishi! Shiraishi—!"

"Molo, Moro..."

"Team Neon must win! Team Neon must win!"

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"Unexpectedly, even Shiraishi was infected..." Maori looked at the court and sighed slightly.

"If senior goes up there, it might be the same."

Seeing this, Miyashita couldn't help but smile.

"How is it possible? I'm not that kind of person. How could I be like the two of them..."

Maori curled his lips calmly.