[Comprehensive] The whole world has a crush on male gods

Standing on the side of the court, Keigo Atobe passed his hand through the hair on his forehead, and he was fully prepared.

To deal with Song Yiran, it is useless to use tricks like Tannhauser's serve. He knows very well that the possibility of such a ball being cracked is very high.

"It seems that I can only use that one."

Atobe Keigo narrowed his eyes slightly, he was constantly mobilizing his eyesight.

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In the monitoring room, Kurobe Yukio gently put the black tea in his hand aside, he looked at the boy on the electronic screen, and glanced at the monitoring data.

"It is indeed a good seedling."

On the other side, a handsome long-haired man walked in. He was wearing a white researcher's coat and clapped the information in his hand.

The report was very detailed, from the first time Song Yiran used a pseudonym to participate in a tennis match to studying in Japan to play basketball, all the physical fitness data of all stages were recorded.

As the U-17 mental training coach, he attaches great importance to the mental strength of the players. He subconsciously believes that Song Yiran is just a player with extremely strong physical fitness.

"Then, let's practice his mental strength." Saitozhi said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.

"Don't underestimate him, Saito."

Kurobe Yukio leisurely raised the black tea and took a sip.

"Compared to physical fitness, Song Yiran's mental strength may be stronger."

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Game start!

Keigo Atobe squeezed the tennis ball tightly.

Tang Huaise's serve has already been cracked by Song Yiran, so it's meaningless to use it again.

He served a ball steadily, and Song Yiran gently picked it back, and the two sides were in a position of testing each other.

In competitive sports, there is a saying of preemptive attack, and there is a saying that whoever gets serious first will be at a disadvantage. These two different endings depend on each other's temperament.

In terms of mentality, Atobe Keigo and Song Yiran are two extremely stable people, rather calm and unmoved by external things. At this moment, the only thing that can really affect them is their opponents on the field.

"Since you haven't used the ultimate move for a long time, then I have no choice but to make the first move!"

Atobe Keigo's pupils shrank suddenly, and when he received the ball, he hit Song Yiran at a hidden position diagonally behind him.

"Ok?"

Song Yiran turned around slightly, trying to catch the ball, but at that moment, he felt an indescribable body stiffness.

It was as if the whole person was frozen, unable to move.

He immediately grabbed his right hand with his left hand and used the inertia to return, but it was still a moment late, and the ball grazed the edge of the racket and hit the barbed wire.

"This is..." The black-haired boy stopped his hands.

……

"This is... a blind spot."

Ninja Yuuji who was on the side adjusted his glasses and looked at Atobe on the field.

"Use your amazing pupil power to see through all the opponent's blind spots, making it impossible for people to hit the ball back."

"This is—the world of ice that belongs to Atobe."

Akutagawa Jiro, who was always dozing off, looked excitedly at the two players on the court at this time, his eyes were shining very brightly.

"It's really amazing! I really want to fight the minister again... I don't know how the opponent will crack it... Super excited!"

Looking at it, Rijiruo couldn't help holding his wrist: "Let's go up."

He thought that in the previous confrontation between Atobe Keigo and himself, Atobe had already exerted most of his strength, but only after seeing this did he realize that it was just the tip of the iceberg.

He looked at Song Yiran, the young man who made Atobe go all out from the beginning.

"Song Yiran..."

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Off the court and on the court, there are completely two concepts.

Maybe they only saw that Atobe hit the ball at a tricky angle, but they had no time to react and couldn't catch the ball. In fact, the so-called dead corner is an absolute kill that you can't hit back even if you know where the ball will land.

At that moment, the body seemed to be in an extremely cold place, frozen from the inside to the outside, and even his thoughts stopped for a moment.

"World of Ice...a good image name."

Song Yiran moved his wrist, but the feeling of deep stiffness still lingered a little.

"Blind spots... what if I don't have dead spots?" the black-haired boy asked calmly.

He took off the wristband on his hand.

When he won the World Tennis Junior Championship, Song Yiran didn't have any fancy moves, and others called him a "flawless textbook".Watching him play is as enjoyable as reading a printed book. He is not sloppy, his moves hit the point, and his style is so sharp that he doesn't look like a child.

Originally, he planned to hide his strength, but seeing the scene where Keigo Atobe was fully fired, his hands were itchy.

——I...why should I hide myself! ?

——What about the junior high school group, the high school group...how about all being exposed?Now that I have regained the tennis ball, I still want to climb to the top!

Others only saw that the aura of the black-haired boy changed instantly.

If it was originally just a calm lake, now he seems to have turned into a raging ocean wave, constantly rolling over.

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"Well?"

In that sea of ​​consciousness, the beautiful girl buried in the chains looked up.

The sky was gradually cracked and covered with fine lines, and the sea water seemed to be pouring down from the sky.

"It seems... have you finally made up your mind?"

"I've been wandering here for too long. It seems that the day when I can give my real name is not far away."

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When Keigo Atobe launched the Ice World next time, he discovered that the movement of the boy's swing had changed a lot.

From the original casual to extremely streamlined, every move is extremely neat.

——There is no dead angle, there is no dead angle at all!

Atobe Keigo's pupils kept widening, but he found that he couldn't see even a winning point!

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"Perfect shot? Such tennis fundamentals..."

Kuranosuke Shiraishi on the sidelines supported his nose. He has always been called the "Tennis Bible". It doesn't expose a lot of dead spots like ordinary people, but there are still, but the number is much smaller.

Is there really... someone with this level of tennis foundation?

Shiraishi Kuranosuke thought about it, but gradually figured out one thing.

"It's not absolute perfection... In this world, there is only relative."

"That is to say, compared to Song Yiran's movements, Keigo Atobe's pupil power is not strong enough!"

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"You're starting to make mistakes, Atobe-kun."

It was another sharp smash, and Song Yiran pressed the ball back down the line.

The score was 4-1, except that Keigo Atobe kept the serve at the beginning, and the situation immediately became passive.

Keigo Atobe was panting constantly, and he was now caught in a scene of running back and forth.

He had been restrained to death by Song Yiran, and he finally knew that the title that once stood at the top of the tennis world was by no means in vain.

Atobe Keigo couldn't help but really put Song Yiran in the position of an opponent worthy of surpassing. Now, he has completely approved of Song Yiran's skills.

"However... this uncle will not stop here!"

Atobe Keigo's pupils were terribly sore, but he still opened them wide with all his strength. Gradually, only Song Yiran seemed to be left, and finally a few faint spots of light appeared on the field.

——These light spots are the opponent's blind spots!

Atobe took a deep breath. In his eyes, Song Yiran's figure gradually became transparent, and he could even see the veins of the bones.

The ball flew to the brightest spot!

"Evolved...? Has Atobe-kun seen my blind spot?"

Compared to the previous level, Song Yiran at this moment felt a kind of extreme coldness that would disappear even his senselessness, as if the snowy glacier world was in front of him.

Tennis shuttles through again!

There were bursts of shouts from the sidelines.

At that moment, Keigo Atobe seemed to be the white emperor standing on the top of the glacier-this is his unique kingdom.

"Huh... It seems that it can only be used once for the time being."

Atobe Keigo closed his eyes immediately, he felt that his pupil power was exhausted, and he even became dizzy.

"The game is suspended."

Yukio Kurobe, who saw all this on the monitor screen, said into the microphone that the current situation of Keigo Atobe is not suitable for continuing to fight.

And Saitozhi, who was standing beside him, had a look of shock that didn't match the usual calm smile.

After contemplating for a moment, Saitozhi gradually regained his composure, tearing up those documents with a cold expression.

"The data is completely wrong."

"I really didn't expect that Song Yiran's strength was still reserved before that. Wuwei re-estimated... to reach thirty... No, it may have increased."

"Don't be so excited." Kurobe Yukio didn't even look at the confetti on the ground, "In the future, he will definitely give us more surprises."

As Atobe walked to his seat, Echizen Ryoma stared closely at the black-haired boy on the field.

He always felt that Song Yiran gave him a very familiar feeling, so...it was him.

The guy who has been talked about countless times by the old man is said to be the most likely to succeed him in the future, but he is more willful than the old man. He disappeared like a ghost after winning a world championship.

"It is indeed you."

Fujisuke's smile on the side deepened, his eyes opened, showing an aura that didn't match his gentle appearance.

"I met yesterday, but there was no reaction at all. It seems that I have been completely forgotten."

Zhou Zhu still remembers that when he was just playing, he was completely suppressed by Song Yiran. The opponent and himself were both children, especially Song Yiran was still young, unlike now with facial features that are more delicate than girls. .

These similar vibrations continued to spread among different teams, and finally, an extremely deep voice sounded.

"You are qualified to join Court No. [-], Song Yiran!"

Oni Jujiro came from a distance, and Irie Kanata looked at him with a smile and made a welcome gesture.

Clenching the racket tightly, feeling the extremely oppressive eyes of Oni Jujiro, the black-haired boy waved his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Would you like to play a game, the gatekeeper of Court No. [-]?"