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Bang!

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"Game, 4-3, Neon Representative Team..."

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Bang!

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"Game, 5-3..."

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"Excellent pleasure!"

On the court, as Shiraishi hit another backhand shot, he couldn't help but clenched his fists.

After a few games, he has completely controlled the rhythm of the game!

Victory in the game seemed to be waving to him!

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"It's so fast, I can't understand his playing style at all..."

Morrow sighed.

At present, the two of them can no longer care about posing. This kind of opponent with no flaws in the five dimensions is simply too much pressure.

"The power is stronger than ours, and have you noticed?"

Tristan's eyes were solemn, "We have sweated a lot until now, but he still hasn't consumed much..."

After several games, Shiraishi didn't have a trace of sweat on his body and was even relatively refreshed.

This kind of physique... is simply incredible.

"Could it be...are we really going to lose?" Moro was a little reluctant.

"No... this is a doubles match. The breakthrough point may still be with Kimijima..."

Tristan thought of something and had a plan in his mind.

No matter what, he must win this game!

Tristan looked up at the auditorium, and then fell into memories...

Ever since he was little, he has been dependent on his father...

Although his family was not wealthy, his father did not reject his hobby. He even sold paintings on the street and actively supported him in playing tennis...

Again and again, year after year...

Not enough to eat, not enough to wear warm clothes...

All he can do now is become a professional player to repay his father...

Therefore...you must not lose!

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"The game continues..."

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clap clap clap...

On the court, Tristan spread his legs slightly, gathered strength with the toes of his left foot, and pressed the tennis ball slowly and unhurriedly.

Although the few strands of bangs on his forehead were wet with sweat, they still couldn't hide the sharpness in his pupils.

blah blah blah!

The tennis ball was thrown slightly, and then the muscles of his arms, driven by his whole body, quickly threw the tennis ball out!

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Bang!

This tennis ball is sharp, fast, and at an extremely low angle!

However, Shiraishi's expression remained unchanged and he hit the ball back with his backhand.

Tatata!

Suddenly, the two Tristans looked at each other, one was surfing the Internet, and the other quickly jumped into the air...

"Is this what you want?"

Shiraishi was a little confused.

The next moment, Moro, who was furious, quickly dunked the tennis ball and hit it towards Kimijima...

chi chi chi...

"Do you want to use me as a breakthrough?" Kimijima's expression did not change. He rounded his arms and quickly threw the tennis ball out!

"That's exactly what I want!"

But then, he was slightly startled.

Tristan at the front of the court quickly intercepted the tennis ball and then released a short ball...

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"15-0..."

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"Although it's a bit unexpected, you won't have another chance..."

There was a hint of embarrassment in Kimijima's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"Then try again!"

Tristan's body jumped slightly like an arch, and then the racket was smashed out again!

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Bang!

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Bang!

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"15-15, Team Neon!"

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Bang!

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"30-15, neon..."

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Bang!

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On the court, Morrow and Tristan looked at each other again.

Immediately afterwards, the two sides exchanged rackets with their left and right hands at the same time, staggered their bodies, and shot the tennis ball towards Kimijima...

"Well, you can actually be ambidextrous?"

Kimijima was slightly surprised.

Not only the left and right hands intertwined, but Morrow and Tristan also intertwined.

This greatly adds to the disorienting effect of the ball.

By the time Kimijima reacted, the tennis ball had already wiped the net and landed in front of it!

"This ball..."

Kimijima didn't have time to think too much, he quickly jumped forward and picked up the tennis ball.

But at this moment, his expression changed, and he suddenly got up from the ground with something wrong...

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"40-15, Neon Team..."

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"Kimijima... his knee, his knee is injured!"

Outside the court, Mori looked at Kimijima and suddenly noticed that his knees were worn out and there were several wounds.

"Yes, it's bleeding... Kimijima-senpai threw himself down just now... It seems he accidentally hit the ground..."

Miyashita was a little solemn.

The venues used for competition venues are basically artificial turf, hard ground, clay and the like.

In Australian venues, "indoor hard courts" are used.

Most of these sites are made of concrete or synthetic materials. Therefore, it usually has faster ball speed and lower bounce height, and correspondingly, it is also easier to get injured...

When Kimijima caught the ball just now, he was in a diving posture, so the force on his knees was definitely not weak!

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"It won't affect the game, right? We are about to win..." Kaji and others looked worried...

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"Is this your purpose, to keep hitting low-angle tennis balls and short balls?"

On the court, Kimijima simply bandaged it up, with a solemn look on his face, "I have to say, your goal has been achieved..."

"No..." Tristan grabbed the tennis ball again and shook his head slightly, "My purpose was just to use you as a breakthrough. I didn't expect you to get hurt..."

"Anyway, let's continue..."

Kimijima looked serious, "Don't even think about getting another point with me!"

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Bang!

The tennis ball was like an arrow, passing directly by Kimijima's side...

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"30-40, France!"

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"I may not be ready... I don't know if you believe it or not..." Kimijima was silent for a moment, and then continued.

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"Okay, Lord Jun, leave these two opponents to me. You go and take a rest first..."

Shiraishi looked at Kimijima and saw that the other party was struggling, and then said seriously.

"Then...thank you for the hard work..."

Kimijima smiled helplessly, then was supported by Shiraishi and walked to the bench to sit down.

"Take this, maybe you can use it!"

Kimijima gave Shiraishi a complicated look, and then handed over his racket.

"Um……"

Shiraishi took a deep breath, clapped his hands with both hands, and then walked onto the court again.

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"Perfect! Perfect! Perfect! Perfect!"

"Shiraishi! Shiraishi!!"

"..."

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Snapped!

Tristan swung the racket again and quickly locked onto Shiraishi's defensive zone...

But the next moment, Shiraishi's eyes flashed, and the speed of his body was quickly specialized!

The two rackets seemed to bring up hurricanes, and the next moment the tennis ball was whipped back!

Strength specialization!

"His power must be blocked, otherwise we have no chance!"

Tristan shot the shot with both hands, and then quickly chased the ball to the net...

Then with the help of the inertia of his body, the racket in his hand quickly intercepted the tennis ball!

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"Blocked!"

Outside the stadium, every French team spectator was slightly excited!