Male god collapses daily

On the court, the blue-haired boy ran, swung, and hit the ball in an orderly manner. Every movement seemed to be calm and unhurried.

Fenghe's tennis has never been the kind of tennis that seems to make people feel breathless, and he does not pursue gorgeous or fancy skills. It is always the pursuit of essence.

Hit back every ball your opponent throws, hit the ball that your opponent can't catch, it's as simple as that.

And often the simpler something is, the more difficult it is to find a flaw.

Sato, who is now standing across the net from Fenghe, feels this very deeply.

In fact, Sato didn't have much experience playing against these tennis boys who were junior high school students before. When he lost the first ball grabbing match, he hadn't had his turn yet to show off to these boys. The embarrassing behavior of stalking was stopped by Jujiro Oni.

Later, when they were thrown to the cliff for training, the middle school students in the failure group also came up.

Then in the first game on the irregular court, that is, the one where he lost and went to sleep in the cave, Sato was sent off by Feng He and Fuji.

Although the high school students won in the end, how could Sato be reconciled.

He entered the High School Affiliated to Lihai University in high school, and had studied tennis abroad before.He also heard about the brilliant Sato of the Tennis Club of Lihai Daguo Middle School, although he didn't show it, but more or less, he also had some disdain.

Tennis for junior high school students is just a kid's play, so what if they win the national championship.

Such confidence, even more so after being called into the U-17 training camp, where he will shine.

Then, without waiting for Sato's idea to come true, they entered the U-17 training camp. They lost to the middle school students in the ball grabbing game, and then they were almost eliminated once again on the cliff.

That's not to mention, when the junior high school students accepted the assessment by Mifune's coach, even though he and other high school students tried their best to throw the ball that was difficult to catch, they were still caught by the junior high school students.

The last ones to go down the mountain were the middle school students, and they continued to stay on the cliff, undergoing painful training.

So those unwillingness to lose the game gradually began to ferment, and then reached the peak in the subsequent training.

Yes, they did lose before, but so what, and after training on the cliff for so long, their strength has long since changed from what it used to be.

That's why Sato and Noguchi deliberately guarded the tennis department today, waiting to teach those junior high school students an unforgettable lesson.

Let them know that the high school tennis club is not as messy as the junior high school tennis club, and let them know who is the strong player in this tennis club.

Of course, if these boys were beaten so hard that they couldn't get up and begged him on their knees, it wasn't that he couldn't forgive them.

He also knew that if the Tennis Club of Lihai University High School wanted to win consecutive games in the future, it still needed fresh blood.

But first, they want to convince this group of ignorant boys.

Of course, Sato's ideas are very good, but sometimes things don't necessarily go as he imagined.

Now on the court, he feels unprecedented pressure.

He clearly sees every ball that the kid on the opposite side throws, and even after such intensive training, he can simulate the route of his own return in his mind.

But it was such a simple and clear ball, but none of them were as he expected.

He can see the ball and know how to catch it, but he just can't catch it.

This kind of thing makes Sato extremely irritable, but he can't be irritable, he still has the strongest move, which he hasn't used yet!

"Has Kaze's ball speed slowed down a bit?" Marui looked at the game on the court and turned to ask Liu.

Liu, as the staff officer who holds the data of all the members of Lihai Taizheng, after serving as the staff of the U-17 World Cup expedition team, the data is even more perfect, "The possibility of being slower than before is 70.00% six."

"How could it be?" Marui exclaimed in disbelief, "The wind doesn't seem to be exhausted, and it has always had the advantage before."

"Look at the swinging posture of Sato-senpai." The jackal pointed to the opponent's court.

"Holding the racket with both hands," Buer has good eyesight, and squinting his eyes will not change this. "Combined with rotation to enhance strength, it seems that every shot he hits is quite heavy."

"That's right," Liu nodded, "He couldn't keep up with the tennis ball, so he used this method to try to slow down the wind."

"This kind of heavy ball, even if Feng Jun comes to catch it, if he catches too much, it will affect the speed of the ball." Liu Sheng held his glasses, "It depends on how he responds."

"This senior has improved a lot compared to before," Nioh raised the corners of his lips, "puri."

Amidst the discussion, Sanada crossed his arms, snorted coldly and did not speak.

Marui glanced at Sanada, and lowered his voice to the jackal, "If Feng loses, will he be beaten?" This was the iron rule of their Lihai Daguo middle school tennis club before, and they must not lose.

"...No way." Jackal replied not so sure.

"Are you saying that Sanada can't be beaten, or Kaze can't lose?" Marui continued to ask with a suppressed voice.

Only then did the jackal come to his senses, and the voice of his answer became more affirmative, "The wind won't lose."

Marui smiled, and put his hands back on the back of his head, "Tonight, let the wind treat you to ramen." If you win, of course you will be treated.

"The ball I hit can be three times heavier than others' balls without changing the speed of the ball." In the court, Sato showed a smug expression on his face.

Feng He, who has long joined the Tennis Prince's Tennis Association, also said, "It is indeed a lot heavier than before." Although the feeling of one or two balls is not obvious, if they come like this one after another, he will feel very heavy. Laborious.

"Hahahaha," Sato held the racket with both hands, and swung it fiercely, "You know how powerful it is."

"En." Feng He agreed lightly, and following his voice, he swung the racket casually, which looked like a textbook swing, precise but without any characteristics.

However, with just such a swing, the moment Sato even started to catch the ball, the ball had already landed.

It took Sato a moment to react, and he turned his head to look at the ball rolling on the ground in disbelief, "This ball..."

"Senior is really good at the game," Feng He lowered his racket, his light blue eyes looked at his opponent without fear, and his indomitable momentum on the court gradually showed ferociousness, "But, I will win."

He didn't raise his voice deliberately, but announced the fact that he would win.

"Game over, Wind wins, 6-1."