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"U-17 World Cup semi-finals, France vs. Neon..."

"The doubles match is about to begin. It will be between the Neon team Akuto Mitsuya and Jusaburo Mori vs. the French team Edgar Delacroix and Jonard Sangeorge. Players from both sides are asked to prepare for the entrance."

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A few minutes later, as the broadcast sounded, the audience outside the stadium burst into even more enthusiastic cheers.

"Neon! Neon! Neon...neon!"

"France! France..."

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

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"Everyone is tall and big, I...can I really do it..."

The four people gradually walked onto the court. Jonnar held a racket and followed Edgar cautiously. He glanced at Maori and Mitsugu timidly.

Although he had just come on stage, his little face was full of embarrassment and uneasiness.

"Idiot, you talk a lot!"

Edgar curled his lips, and then unceremoniously hit Qinnar on the forehead with a knife.

"It hurts..."

"Speaking of which, do you need me to apply it on you too..."

Edgar pointed to the ink under the right side of his face and said.

"No, no, I don't want it. Don't put that ugly thing on my face..."

Jonard took a few steps back in fear.

"These two people... don't look very friendly?"

Outside the court, Kikumaru said happily.

"Yes, it is a good opportunity for Senior Maori and the others!" Oishi also brightened up.

"Hey, your hair is pretty good, Eggman!"

Suddenly, Edgar looked in the direction of Dashi and his expression lit up.

"Ah? Are you...are you talking about me?"

Dashi was stunned.

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"The game begins, best of three sets, served by the Neon representative team..."

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clap... clap...

Mitsugu tapped the tennis ball a few times, and then the cheers outside the court gradually quieted down.

The next moment, his racket flashed, and he quickly cut towards the tennis ball...

"Hmm...this way of serving?"

Edgar's right leg muscles tightened instantly, and then he came to the tennis ball and hit the tennis ball back!

"The probability of hooking a hook...64%..."

Mitsugu's expression remained unchanged, but the next moment his body moved instantly!

His speed and strength are not weak, and the racket intercepts the tennis ball instantly.

"So... so fast..."

Jonard seemed to have no time to react...

But when the tennis ball flew towards me, I still nervously swung the racket...

Bang!

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Bang!

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"The probability of a smash is ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent!"

Chichi…chichi!

Mitsuya pushed up his square-lens glasses. The next moment, his left leg was half-bent. Driven by inertia, his body squatted down... and rounded the racket...

Bang!

The tennis ball landed directly behind Jonnar and disappeared.

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"15-0, Neon Team..."

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"Neon! Neon! Neon...neon!"

"We must win! We must win——!"

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"It's really scary. That big guy can actually see through our tennis balls..."

Jonard bit his lip and stiffened his legs in the backcourt.

"Tsk, that sucks..."

Edgar had a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then glanced at Jonnar lightly.

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"I always feel like there's something wrong with that Jonard..."

In the rest area, Yukimura, who was watching the battle, frowned and spoke slowly...

Although the boy looked harmless, he was even a little careless.

But... something still doesn't feel right.

"It's indeed wrong. There are no weaklings in the World Cup..." Miyashita nodded lightly, "Besides, our opponent is the No. 3 French team in the world..."

"Yes, the reason why Jonard pretends to be like this is because he wants us to deliberately despise him!"

Kirihara's expression lit up.

"No... maybe, this is not pretending at all..."

Miyashita said thoughtfully.

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Bang!

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"Game, 1-0, Neon team wins this game!"

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"The game continues, the French team serves..."

clap clap clap...

On the court, Edgar flicked the tennis ball slowly, with his sharp golden hair standing on top of his head, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Regarding the defeat in the first game, he did not show any emotion and was not panicked.

This was in stark contrast to the somewhat depressed Jonnar beside him.

Bang!

The tennis ball was hit, and then quickly hit the blind spot behind Mitsuya!

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"Low-angle backspin on the right, no wind interference, ball speed 225... It can be inferred from the elastic coefficient k..."

Mitsugu muttered to himself, then waved his right arm quickly...

The next moment the tennis ball rebounded, it was quickly pulled back!

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"So...so strong. Just by lashing out, the speed is not weaker than my smash!"

Jonnar's eyes widened, as if he was frozen on the spot.

But then he seemed to be frightened. He raised his elbow and the tennis ball hit his racket... and bounced back!

"Is this a coincidence, or...?"

Maori was a little surprised.

However, his legs kept moving and he quickly ducked in front of the tennis ball to swing!

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"I didn't expect that a small man would have such an advantage..."

Outside the court, Ren Zuqian was also surprised.

Just now, Jonard saw it was too late, but it happened that his arm was very close to the ground...

I have to say I was lucky.

A tall man would have to bend down to pick up a tennis ball, but for Jonard, there was no need at all.

"That's true, but after the data is absorbed by Mitsuya-senpai, it probably won't work anymore."

Kamio said expectantly.

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Bang!

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"Game, 2-0, Neon Team, Mitsuya Akuto!"

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Bang!

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"Game, 3-0, neon..."

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Bang!

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Jonard held the racket with both hands, jumped up with his small body, and quickly dunked the tennis ball in the air...

However, the next moment, a figure once again flashed in front of the landing point of the tennis ball...

"Smash, the moment it bounces, the ball has side topspin with a speed of 239!"

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pat!

Mitsuya stretched his arms, and then the racket cleverly intercepted the bottom of the tennis ball, and quickly flew back the high-speed smash pad!

Lob!

Jonard was stunned for a moment, and then watched the tennis ball leave his court...

"Game, 5-0...Neon Representative Team!"

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"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Jonnar suddenly panicked and glanced at Edgar secretly. Seeing that the latter was looking at him, he suddenly panicked.

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"It's the end of the game, now we can win!"

In the waiting area, Xiao Jin cheered excitedly.

"Indeed, the longer time goes by, the more data Senior Mitsugu will collect. No matter what they think, the advantage must be on our side..."

Marui Bunta also nodded excitedly...