Lehigh High School Boys Tennis Club

At a disadvantage from the start.

When Fuji saw that his opponent was Yukimura, he vaguely had such an idea, but he didn't expect to lose so quickly.

In the three-game system, they have fallen behind 1-0.

And the first game just now...

"No two, no two, are you okay?" Kikumaru jumped over and looked at him worriedly.

Bu Er recovered from his contemplation.

He smiled at Kikumaru and shook his head: "No, it's fine."

Gan came up to hand over water and towels, with a serious expression on his face: "Yukimura's strength is even more terrifying than last year."

"As expected." Fuji calmed down instead, "I just didn't expect him to be so serious from the beginning....No, I was wrong. This is Yukimura."

When I get along with Yukimura, I can't feel Yukimura's paranoia.

Fuji and Yukimura have a good relationship, chatting about plants and life.There are many similarities in personality, and they get along very well when chatting, so he subconsciously thinks that Yukimura and himself have the same ideas.

He was wrong.

This is Lihai University's minister.

Paranoia and competitiveness in tennis...

Every time I meet someone who is so persistent in tennis, I feel moved.

It's hard for him to get excited.Talent allows him to reach a level that others can't reach without much effort, so he habitually treats his opponents and tennis with a relaxed attitude.

But his junior high school career told him that he would regret doing so.

When he played his last game against Tezuka in training camp, he made up his mind that he would not run away again.

"I haven't done enough." When facing Yukimura, he actually had such a feeling.

"No, don't be too nervous."

Looking at Minister Yamato's concerned eyes, Fuji smiled, "Don't worry."

Having said that, Fuji is actually under a lot of pressure.

Can he beat Yukimura?

No, he must defeat Yukimura.

When he returned to the field, Yukimura noticed a change in Fuji's momentum.

Oh, have you made up your mind?

But no two, there is a contradiction between your tennis, the burden on your shoulders and the spirit you have shown for it.

Yukimura achieved his goal.

Free and confident geniuses are the trickiest.

With baggage comes weakness.

"It's hard to do things like pillars." Yukimura whispered to himself.

He chatted with Tezuka at training camp.

Although because of Sanada's relationship, he didn't have a good impression of Tezuka, but he had to admit that Tezuka was an admirable person.

The term "pillar" has bound Tezuka for a long time, and Tezuka, who was bound, is a man of good fortune.But once freed from the shackles, Tezuka can also soar into the sky because of the heavy pressure.

Of course, it is easy to break, and Tezuka was almost broken.

How about changing it to Budu?

Today's youth school has no lighter burden than it did in junior high school.

Yukimura, who once served as a minister and carried three consecutive championships, can't understand the weight of honor very well.

And the reputation of Qingxue's prestigious school, and the national championship that they snatched from Li Haida in junior high school that year, have also become part of the burden.

"Now, we, as challengers, are attacking for the championship."

Yukimura was lost in his own thoughts.

Also controls the field.

His mood is just right.The excitement of the competitive state and the relaxation of the body muscles.

The ability to resonate in the first round gave him a lot of gains.

Did Bu Er discover the truth of the ability resonance?

Yukimura looked at his friend opposite and got the answer.

No.

Then... I'm not welcome!

"The direction of the wind has changed." Yukimura stretched out his left hand to protect the racket, and the right hand holding the racket suddenly exerted force.

A black shadow loomed behind him, but there was nothing there.It was like smoke and mist, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and suddenly the ball had been sent.

"1-0!"

Bu Er was slightly surprised by the use of wind in this move.

But he calmed down quickly.

Yukimura can control the wind... Is this something surprising?

No, he should first regard "Yukimura can do anything" as an inevitable fact.

He has to pay more attention to... this opponent.

Thinking of this, Buer's expression became more serious.

He moved his fingers holding the racket and felt the wind.

The wind... has changed again.

"Mayflies shrouded." Fuji stretched out his racket at the incoming ball with intense rotation.

But turning around, Yukimura waited on the ball's landing point as if he had expected it a long time ago, a simple slice.

when.

hiss.

The simplest chipping ball landed lightly on the ground, obviously light, but it bounced off after spinning for a while, leaving black marks on the ground.

The difference in shape and strength is really too confusing.

Looking at Yukimura, Fuji frowned.

The one-of-a-kind moves that I wrote down when I was able to resonate, and the moves of others I saw and analyzed when watching the game, combined with my own precise grasp of the rhythm of the game, ability to analyze the situation and "sixth sense", Yukimura played his own rhythm.

He used too many mental tricks in the first round, and this round focused on stability, mainly using his own tennis skills to play the game.

The people who watched the game watched and gradually stopped talking.

Yukimura's rhythm is too unique and too domineering.

It seems that every step is very simple, and every shot selection is easy to do, as if the game can be won without any difficulty between gestures.

Regardless of whether it is Fuji who wants to force the Internet to speed up, or use a long volley from the baseline to change the rhythm of the game, he will be brought back to Yukimura's rhythm after two or three back and forth.

This made the people watching the battle amazed and a little uncomfortable.

It's like a completely out-of-beat metronome, da, da, da, da, da—, da.

The constantly jumping tennis ball gradually closed the same rhythm.

And Yukimura, who was active, also attacked the gap he found more violently.

right here--

Snapped.

A flash of yellow light.

Like a black hole, it is absolutely impossible to be a black hole. It appears too fast and disappears too fast.

If he hadn't looked at the field without blinking, he would not have been able to tell when the ball was hit back.

"What is this?!" Kikumaru exclaimed in disbelief, "A black hole!"

Yamato frowned, a little hesitant: "This should not be a black hole, but..."

It seems that the same force-generating technique that hurts the muscles is used.

It's just a Kanto competition, is it so hard?

But in a blink of an eye, Yamato felt that he was too arrogant to think so.

This is Lihaida.

On the contrary, he is the one who understands Yukimura's choice best.

This is ambition and paranoia that cannot be accurately expressed in words.

Fortunately, the village couldn't hear the conversation of Qingxue and the others on the sidelines, otherwise he would be very speechless.

This ball has nothing to do with the black hole, maybe the effect is somewhat similar, but the force technique and the form of the trick are completely different.

It is a technique of "extending time" that Yukimura learned to play with black holes after his ability to resonate, and was later helped by Tokugawa to practice in his own way.

It is fundamentally different from the "swallowing space-time" of black holes.

A complete black hole requires too much physical fitness and muscle elasticity. If it is not used in the most perfect state, it will definitely damage the muscles. This is the reason why Tokugawa's professional life will be shortened if he plays too much.

Once the elasticity of the muscles is reduced, or some tissue contusion, muscle strain, or even damage to the knee meniscus and cruciate ligament is encountered after playing too much, you may even bid farewell to the professional world directly.

It's just that Yukimura thought about it for a while, and felt that with the intensity of Tokugawa and Byodoin's playing, there was no need to mention muscle strain.

... all internal bleeding.

The inherent disadvantages of the yellow race in competitive sports are too obvious.

After playing the World Cup and being treated in an American nursing home for more than three months, Yukimura became more aware of this fact.

In the past three months, he has thought a lot about how to play the game and how to protect himself in the fierce competition.His injury is indeed healed, but it is also true that he is more vulnerable than others.With such physical fitness, it is very difficult to fight against whites and blacks.

What he can do other than protect himself is to hone his skills.

He pondered black holes for a long time.

This trick is very lethal, but it also has great side effects.

How about another angle?

Yukimura also spent a lot of time studying this trick.

Technically, there is also a "bottleneck" in his own muscle strength. He needs to use every muscle that can be used in the whole body, and then calculate the way to exert force and the corresponding skills.

The face and frame of the racket are used to enhance the spin, and the wind is also used.

Today's weather is fine and windy.

Then the burden required when using this trick will be lighter.

"Four-dimensional space."

When switching courts, Yukimura said this word, which counts as the "naming" of this ball.

Buer looked at him with a complicated expression: "Is it worth it to overdraw yourself for a game?"

Yukimura was a little surprised. He looked at Fuji and raised his eyebrows: "I know my body. I won't let myself fall into the situation last year again."

"But this trick..."

"Don't worry." Yukimura laughed, "This trick will not cause irreversible damage to the body. Do you care about me so much?"

Fuji was angry but couldn't speak out, his concern for Yukimura and anger at this move made him more serious than usual.

On the contrary, Yukimura saw Fuji's mood swings, and felt a little emotional: "Fuji, being too gentle with your opponent will suffer."

"you……"

"I'm not overdrawing myself." Yukimura smiled slightly, his expression naturally showing a little pride, "No two, you have to believe that this game is completely under my control."

Too arrogant.

Is Yukimura really such an arrogant person?

No, just in tennis...

Like a double personality.

Bu Er went back to the sidelines in disbelief.

He glanced at the scoreboard.

Already 5-2...

Yukimura's match point.

Is he going to lose?

No, how can you just admit defeat like this? !

"Pfft, Fuji is about to explode." Nioh who was on the sidelines saw the look in Fuji's eyes.

He thought of some not-so-good memories.

For example, being irritated by oneself and taking a serious game, suddenly turning the tables or something.

"Explode?" Marui showed a nervous and excited expression, "Even if it explodes, it's useless to meet Yukimura. Only you will be turned over."

Nioh: "..."

He agrees with the first half of the sentence, but the second half...

"I won't lose another fight!" Nioh snorted.

He's the one who can phantom into a pirate.

At worst, just learn how to play like Byodoin!

Hey, I always get teased by my teammates after losing a game.

Nioh suddenly became in a bad mood, thinking that the doubles [-] will have to teach Aigaku's group a lesson, and while looking at the court, he planned to applaud Yukimura.

Was the match point regained?

To be honest, Lihai Dali is the only one who will encounter this kind of thing, and sometimes it is beyond his control to play too much.But apparently Yukimura would not allow himself to do that.

"Gamewonby Yukimura Seiichi, 6-2!"

Tennis lands.

Yukimura, who was emitting white smoke from his body, did not give Fuji a little room to turn things around.