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The first doubles between Li Haida and Yamabuki Middle School finally came to an end, and Li Haida won again with an absolute advantage.

The two doubles matches are over, so the next thing is...

"Now begins the Kanto Tournament, Lihai University Affiliated Middle School VS Yamabuki Middle School third singles match, Likai University: Fenghe vs Yamabuki: Qianshi Qingchun, please enter the field."

With the sound of the broadcast, Feng He looked at Yukimura who had already sat on the coaching seat on the court. After getting a positive nod, he picked up the racket and walked onto the court.

It's been a long time since last year's national competition, Mr. Yukimura.

"Oh, Lucky, it really is the wind." Standing across the net from He Fenghe, the orange-haired teenager smiled brightly and waved his hands, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see." Fenghe also nodded politely to Qianshi. As a partner who participated in the youth army training camp and the U-17 training camp together, he and Qianshi are no strangers.

"It seems that Lihai University has really changed all the dynasties." Qianshi glanced at a group of Lihai University Tennis Club standing outside the court.Those were all faces he was very familiar with.

"Ah." Feng He's answer was very short, in his opinion, it seemed to be a matter of course.

"Speaking of it," Qianshi Qingchun put a finger on his lips, then blinked at Fenghe, with a mysterious look, "I've heard of it, Feng, I really didn't expect it at all."

"What did you hear?" Feng He was a little inexplicable by Qian Shi's words, did he do something worthy of the other party's performance?

"I heard that your U-17 World Cup Expeditionary Army's strike-up contest." As a person with the nickname Qianshi, how could Qianshi be insensitive to these things, "I heard that you succeeded in striking up a conversation, but I can't tell."

Qian Shi said that he was surprised when he heard it for the first time.He thought that with Feng's cold face and attitude, he would definitely fail in striking up a conversation.

So that's what I said, is it really worthy of Qianshi?

Wait, now is not the time to talk about this, they are about to compete.

After experiencing the experience that Qian Shi was almost taken into the ditch by Qian Shi, Feng He said with a serious face, "Let's start the game." He really didn't want to stand on the court and discuss the issue of flirting with Qian Shi.

"Wait," Qianshi didn't satisfy his curiosity, "I also want to know how you managed to strike up a conversation. I heard that many middle school students failed."

Feng He resisted the urge to glance at Qian Shi Qingchun with Wang Zhi's contemptuous gaze, and went straight to the court with the racket, pretending that she didn't hear such questions.

"After the game is over, tell me." Persevering, Qianshi said loudly from behind.

Just pretend you didn't hear it, pretend you didn't hear it...

The game officially started, and the first to get the right to serve was of course the lucky and invincible Qianshi.

Qian Shi, whose smile was as bright as the color of his hair, tossed the tennis ball high, and when the first ball hit, the force was a bit too strong.

With Feng He's eyesight, he could tell at a glance that this ball was destined to go out of bounds.So although he clenched the racket and made the movements to catch the ball, he didn't try his best to catch the ball.

Not only Feng He, but other members of Lihai University outside the court also saw Qianshi's mistake in this ball.

"I missed the serve." Liu said, "If you play against the wind, there will probably be pressure."

"Hmph." Sanada represented his own voice in one sentence, "Too slack."

However, before the conversation between the two of them ended, they saw Qianshi Qingchun's ball that seemed destined to go out of bounds. It was so coincidental, almost unbelievable, that after a sudden gust of wind, it was blown slightly crooked, and then almost It turned into a pressure ball again and again, in bounds.

Luck is also a part of strength, and Qianshi Qingchun on the court, just like this, has declared this to everyone unscrupulously.

"15-0." After the ball landed, the referee quickly judged the score.

"Oh, Lucky." Seeing that he scored a serve, Qianshi said happily, "I thought it must be out of bounds."

Feng He was also taken aback, he had never seen such a coincidence.

Although he has always known that Qianshi's luck is very good, but he has not experienced it himself, so how would he know that the opponent's luck can be so good in the game.

Even this foul ball can be blown into bounds by a sudden wind.

"Did you see it? Did you see it? That ball?" Marui yelled at the jackal in disbelief, "The ball that was about to go out of bounds was blown back by the wind?"

"It's too, too..." Jackal didn't know what words to use to describe Qianshi's luck.

"As expected, is it Lucky Qianshi?" The gentleman from Lihai raised his glasses, "Even if there are any mistakes, luck can make up for it."

"Yeah," Bu Er also sighed slightly, "It really is a well-deserved luck."

"You have to be more careful with the wind," Nioh glanced at the court, "puri." If you are not careful, there will be more such coincidences in this game.

On the court, Fenghe's thoughts were similar to those of others. First, he lamented that Qianshi was really lucky, and second, he concentrated more. Now that he knew that the opponent was so lucky, he should deal with it more seriously.

So when the game started again, Feng He showed a 100% attitude, no matter whether the opponent's ball seemed to go out of bounds, he would always hit it back to the opponent's field.

This is a tennis match, as long as the opponent can't catch the ball, he wins.

However, Feng He did not expect that Lucky Qianshi's luck is not limited to the current aspect.

Sometimes, things like luck are very illusory, and sometimes, things like luck can really be said to be incredible.

After the game was on track, Feng He's extraordinary ball-handling ability gradually showed on the court.

Whether it is directly pressing the opponent's bottom line or mobilizing the opponent's rhythm, he can play methodically.

The moment the next ball came, Feng He moved his wrist slightly, and hit a beautiful tennis ball.

"Good shot." Marui, who is a master of frontcourt volleys, blew a bubble off the court at this time.

"It was indeed a good shot." Yagyu leaned on his glasses and almost saw the score awarded by the referee after the ball hit the ground.

However, a good shot is a good shot, but it was such a good tennis ball, but after walking on the net for a while like Marui's tightrope walk, it wobbled twice and fell back to Fenghe's court.

"..." Feng He, who encountered this situation for the first time in his life, was stunned for a moment.

With his ability to control the ball, it is embarrassing that such an own goal has appeared now.

"It's really Lucky!" Such a situation made the orange-haired boy on the opposite court smile, "I thought the ball must be missed."

Looking at Qian Shi's innocent smiling face, Feng He almost couldn't help but want to sigh. Fortunately, he has been tested for a long time and can still hold steady, and his voice is also flat, "Mr. Qian Shi, you are so lucky."

"Haha, thank you for the compliment." Qian Shi accepted Feng He's compliment without fail, "Then, I'm going to start."

"Ah." Feng He also stood in the center of the court again, ready to catch the ball.

Although the opponent's luck is indeed very good, he is not afraid.

"It's terrible luck." Bubble Marui, who had just praised Feng He's volley, burst on the edge of his mouth.

"Yes," Bu Er has keen observation skills and knows Feng He very well, "Feng is playing more carefully."

"There's no way around it," Jackal looked at the situation and wanted to scratch his head, "You can't hit the bottom line, maybe you will be blown out of bounds by the wind, and you can't play tennis, maybe it will fall to your side, no matter what. I feel a headache."

"That's right," said Fuji, and suddenly opened his eyes, "but if you are too careful, it might affect the performance of the wind."

The reason why Feng's tennis is strong lies in the kind of posture that can play one's own tennis wantonly according to one's own will.

If you are restricted from playing, you will easily fall into a disadvantage.

"Fuer-kun's words are very reasonable," Liu Sheng said seriously, "Qian Shi-kun's luck is not in the good luck of every ball, but in the psychological pressure on the opponent."

Marui put his hands behind his head, "If you say that, isn't the wind very dangerous?"

"On the contrary," Buer narrowed his eyes for a moment, and then smiled like a spring flower, "Even so, I don't think Feng will lose."

"Eh? Why?" Marui didn't quite understand the source of Fuji's confidence.

"Hehe, intuition." Fuji replied with a smile.

"Ah, this is too perfunctory." Marui didn't believe such an answer at all.

"Thousands of stones are lucky," King Ni put his hands in his trouser pockets, hunched his back habitually, but raised the corners of his lips, "the wind is stronger."

"That's right," Jackal nodded fiercely, "No matter how lucky the opponent is, as long as Feng has overwhelming strength, he will never lose!"

Luck is indeed part of strength, but not all of strength.

The people on the outside of the court know this, and the two on the court also know it well.

So Qianshi didn't take chances, but directly used all his strength and started to attack.

Qianshi's field control ability also comes from his tennis strength. After the battle against Taocheng last year, in a short period of time, he has evolved his tennis from tiger cannon to boxing tennis. The hard work he put in is also Not enough for outsiders.

After entering the U-17 training camp instead of Akutsu, he even honed his tennis skills to a higher level. Now he is using it on the court, which is also majestic and unique.

"Nice moves." During the intervals of the match, Feng He also praised without hesitation. Compared with praising the opponent's luck, when he praised the opponent's tennis moves, he was more sincere.

However, Fenghe did not tell lies, driven by the strong muscles of his whole body, Qianshi played tennis fast and powerfully.

He can be a high-profile singles player as the famous doubles player Sanbuki, not only because of luck, but because of his own strong strength.

"Haha, today is really my lucky day, and I can still hear your compliments." Qianshi is also a very bright and open-minded type, and he happily accepts the compliments.

Then the next moment, he also restrained his expression, "But, shouldn't it be time for you to show your full strength?" As a member of the expedition team, he had of course seen Fenghe's true strength.

Feng He's eyes froze, "Let's do our best, Lord Qianshi." Indeed, it's time for the end of the trial.

In the restarted game, the situation on the field changed again.

After no more temptations, both sides showed the most serious energy.

Qianshi really played tennis very well. The speed and strength of the ball, if an ordinary person catches it, his arm might feel numb and feel very uncomfortable.

But even with this kind of tennis, Fenghe's counterattack is still stable, and his performance on the court is just like the name of his move: still water flows deep.

It seems that the playing style is even and steady, not too intense, nor too dependent on moves, and even does not show any dazzling skills, but it is such a technique, but it faithfully returns one after another.

No matter how heavy the opponent's ball is or how fast it is, under his counterattack, it is like a tiny drop of water that naturally blends into the sea, unable to stir up the slightest waves.

"The windy tennis is getting more and more stable," Yukimura, who had been sitting solemnly on the coaching bench by the court, also praised, "It looks reassuring."

This is the advantage of tennis based on strong strength. No matter how strong the opponent is, or how good luck is like a thousand stones, this calmness cannot be shaken.

Knowing that he will definitely win, that's why there is a sense of peace of mind.

"Well, he plays very smoothly." Sanada stood behind Yukimura with his arms folded in awe-inspiring posture.

Yukimura turned his head slightly when he heard the words, "It's a pity that you didn't have a match with Kaze in the previous school qualifying match." He knew that Sanada was actually looking forward to this match.

Sanada let out a breath from his nose, "That guy said he was going to forfeit before he played." It was simply too lax.

Seeing Sanada's dissatisfaction to the extreme, Yukimura, who seldom smiled on the coaching table, also showed his face, "The wind foot is injured, even if you play, you can't show your full strength."

"I know." Sanada turned his head slightly awkwardly, of course he knew this was the case, but it didn't mean he wouldn't feel sorry.

Sanada remembers clearly the loss to Fenghe in the practice match with Qingxue before.

With his character, of course he tried every means to win back.

This is Sanada's persistence.

Seeing this, Yukimura couldn't help laughing. Although Sanada said it was very angry, he ran to other venues to watch the game with the wind.

Speaking of it this way, that guy Feng is probably bullying honest people.

It seems that Sanada doesn't know yet.

Seeing Yukimura's smile, Sanada was also a little puzzled, "Yukimura?" Why is he smiling like this.

"No, it's nothing." Li Hai's Tennis Minister had some kind of interest that can be called evil, "I just think that Sanada really likes the wind, and later he took people to watch the game."

"Hi..." Sanada almost performed the stunt of splitting his whole body, "Yukimura, what are you talking about!" What is liking.

"Isn't there? Didn't you speak very loudly when you were at the barbecue restaurant?" Yukimura tilted his head slightly, his blue eyes sparkling, "Everyone can hear clearly."

So, when I suddenly recalled that moment, Sanada was really cracked, and there was a tendency to weather it immediately.

Yukimura smiled even better. After laughing, he turned to the court, wind, the game should be over soon.