moon watch boy

"That Momoshiro Takeshi really exceeded my expectations. The last blow actually broke Oni's racket and made him show a satisfied expression. You really shouldn't underestimate these little devils." Saito looked at the computer. The scene of the last ball of the two of them was frozen on the screen, and he said softly, with a little complicated look in his eyes.

"Their match was indeed unexpected, but those two little ghosts seem to have discovered our intentions, Higurashi, you arranged the accommodation, did you intentionally take those three data-type little ghosts?" Long Er said He glanced at the location of the members of dormitory 202, and asked Higurashi who was sitting in the corner and operating the computer.

Higurashi raised his head and called out the person Ryuji was talking about, looked at the three data groups with different expressions, smacked his mouth, turned his chair and said innocently, "I really didn't mean it, I didn't find out until after I made arrangements. The three of them are data-oriented players. They originally planned to reschedule, but then the supervisor said it was okay and I didn’t reschedule. Now, listening to Long Er, what do you really say, it’s really my fault, but the three of them are like this The acuity sounded the alarm for their junior high school students."

"What do you mean?" Kurobe didn't understand Higurashi's meaning and asked back. The purpose of their arrangement for the shuffling battle was to give them a big blow, but what's the matter with these three data sets?

"You will know after the game is over." Higurashi smiled mysteriously, of course it has something to do with the three of them. That's right, plus Li Haida's Liu, junior high school students like them will definitely make some moves after today's shuffle. The opinions of the three of them may eventually affect their next arrangements. He is looking forward to it What surprises can these junior high school students bring to them.

"You mean..." After Higurashi said this, Saito understood what he meant in seconds, and before confirming whether it was what he thought, he saw Higurashi making a silent movement towards him, smiling very cunningly, Saito Looking at him, he couldn't help but smile, it seemed that they thought of the same point.

"Hey, what are you two laughing at? Tell me more clearly!" Kurobe looked at their identical smiles, and became more confused. He couldn't help but shouted. They understood but he didn't understand. Make it clear.

Ryuji looked at the puzzled Kurobe and then at Higurashi, slightly pursed his lips, turned around and continued to stare at the group of brats, he also understood what Higurashi meant.

On the court, Hashimoto looked at the tall and serious high school senior opposite him, and pursed his lips slightly. This game might be an unprecedented tricky one, different from his match with Toyama Kintaro, and also different from During the match with the manager, he was stunned for two seconds, and he stepped forward and said politely, "Kyono Hashimoto, a first-year student of St. Rudolph, please take care of me, senior."

Kimishima looked at Hashimoto who was a lot shorter than him, looked him around, heard the referee's whistle, and said in a cold voice, "Kimishima Ikuto." He turned and walked towards his serve, with an indifferent attitude The junior high school students outside the field were taken aback, this senior was probably as difficult to get along with as the ghosts on the field.

Yuta looked at their reactions and became a little worried about Hashimoto, "It doesn't look good."

"Yuta made a mistake. It's not bad, it's very bad." Guan Yue stared at Kimishima, who was wearing a black and red training uniform, and shook his head to correct his words. Hashimoto's situation was even worse than he imagined .

"Is it really bad?" The Jackal asked, rubbing his head, looking at the game on the court, it seemed that the situation wasn't that bad.

Liu listened with lowered eyes, looked at the data he had just recorded on the notebook, frowned secretly again, and finally sighed and said, "No matter whether it is good or not, we should prepare for the worst. After all, we have nothing but I and my teammates don't know anything about the strength of these senior high school students, and the existing data are collected from their performance on the field."

"The game begins! Junior high school student Hashimoto Kiyono serves, and the game ends!"

The referee's voice rang out, making Guanyue's heart move, "Is it still their middle school students serving? In both games, the middle school students were allowed to serve without guessing the right to serve. Was it arranged in advance?"

Hashimoto looked at Kimishima, his eyes sank, he took out a tennis ball from his pocket, raised his hand and slapped it on the ground, then he suddenly threw the tennis ball into the air, holding the racket with one hand and slammed it at the tennis ball in the air according to.

call out!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball flew out of Hashimoto's racket, and landed beside Kimishima in an instant. Jundao looked at the ball that came to the net in an instant, raised his eyes slightly, and the racket in his hand twirled slightly, suddenly Suddenly, his body moved suddenly.

Stepping, swinging, and hitting the ball, the whole set of movements is like flowing clouds and flowing water. The smooth and natural movements made many people on the court breathe hard.

boom!

Hearing the terrifying crashing sound resounding through the audience, everyone opened their eyes wide. Before they could blink, they saw a yellow light flashing from the air and instantly turning into a stream of light, hitting the bridge itself and splashing thousands of feet of dust. The arena was dusty.

"15-0! Kimishima leads!"

"He, his ball is so good!"

"Monster!"

"The speed of the ball has exceeded 240. Hashimoto is not his opponent." Seeing Hashimoto's unexpected expression, Guan Yue said solemnly with slightly pursed lips, and the notebook in his hand began to wrinkle.

After the tennis ball bounced and hit the net, Hashimoto's racket suddenly sank. The pressure as heavy as a mountain top made him feel a little panic in his heart. The power of this ball turned out to be so terrifying.

Hashimoto took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and squeezed the racket in his hand to relieve the pressure. Watching Kimishima lob the ball, Hashimoto rushed to the center line with basic broken steps, and paused. Take off directly, reverse and lean forward, raise the racket with both hands tightly, and there is a bang. The white tight net instantly intercepts the yellow ball and makes a crisp sound. The super topspin ball is immediately received by the net. The powerful force accelerates forward and leaps out, the tennis ball instantly turns into a streamer, and the arc of rotation is also terrifyingly high.

Jundao looked at his ball, his eyes flashed with surprise, his body moved slightly, but he disappeared from the field in an instant. In the eyes of ordinary people, his figure did disappear.

In Guanyue's dark pupils, the position of the blond long-haired youth kept moving, looking at Jundao's figure, Guanyue squinted slightly, and caught a glimpse of the angle of his hand swinging towards the ball.

"It's tennis balls!"

There was a bang, the sound of hitting the ball this time was undoubtedly much more terrifying than before, like the sound of a bomb exploding.

Hashimoto frowned, his face was a little pale, it seemed that his eardrums were numb from the sound, and his ears were buzzing. The tennis ball hit the ground quickly, and the footsteps stopped abruptly the next second when he spotted the ball's landing point. , looking a little apprehensive, he originally wanted to catch the ball, but after seeing the dent on the ground after the ball hit the ground, he gave up.

He couldn't hit back this ball no matter what.

boom!The tennis ball fell to the ground in an instant, and the flat ground immediately sank to form a small groove, and the yellow ball with black smoke fell steadily into it.

Hashimoto looked at the missed ball in the reverse direction, his complexion changed slightly, he blinked to avoid the slipping sweat, panted, looked at the score at the referee's position from the corner of his eyes, licked his dry lips, and his eyes were full of tears. A little flustered, he was unilaterally beaten in this game.

Looking at the shadow of the super-fast ball, Hashimoto turned his ankles with one step, raised the racket with his arms high, pressed all the strength of his body on his forearms, pressed his lips tightly, and quickly formed a specific movement between the racket and the tennis ball. Angle, concentrate on watching the invading tennis ball, turn it up and hit it with pressure, the soft bang of the tennis ball rubs against a trace of splashing fire, and the ball with strong friction from bottom to top and forward tilt is transformed into a ball by the racket. The jumping fireball went straight to the field in front of the net, and when the footsteps landed, they faintly retreated.

Jundao took a step forward and quickly rushed forward, like a racket in his hand, and the strong style of play brought by his sharp swing reproduced the court!

boom!

The racket cut out lightly, and a standard short ball flew down. Hashimoto was not willing to give in, and went up again, and the tennis ball shuttled back and forth in the sky.

"Death struggle!" Jundao looked at Hashimoto, who was obviously unable to keep up with him, and sighed lightly. After finishing his words, his return of the ball increased a bit, and his strikes were straightforward, with a tendency to push people to a desperate situation. smell.

Seeing Hashimoto's movements, he frowned for a moment, and then saw that the person on the opposite side was really rushing towards the net from behind, a glint of success flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up even more, just Let him end a game with no hope of winning, and let them junior high school students take a good look at the strength of their high school students!

Hashimoto looked at the tennis ball that fell suddenly, a stern light flashed in his eyes, and he bit his lip tightly. He was really unwilling to lose this round. Seeing that it was the pirate's horn flute again, without the slightest hesitation, he directly sent His speed exploded to the extreme, like a black ghost crossing the court, and the style of play he brought surprised many junior high school students.

With a glance in the air, he stomped his feet on the ground, jumped up immediately, and raised his hand to hold the racket, ready to take the violent blow.

The people watching the game outside the court only saw Hashimoto's arm waving, bringing up an afterimage, with a bang, and then only felt a golden light flashing in front of them, the tennis ball disappeared over the court in an instant, and only a beam of it was seen in the next second. Shimmer disappeared behind Jundao, perfectly staggered with his figure, the tennis ball splashed dust all over the floor, and left a shallow dent on the ground.

In the next second, the tall figure disappeared again, and the high-bouncing tennis ball was instantly stopped by Jundao's racket. The strong wind swept across his hand, and he turned around with one foot vigorously.

Without any warning, the tennis ball was like a sailing boat encountering a huge wave, it suddenly turned high, the angle of rotation was unprecedentedly high, and the sound of whirling and rattling flashed across the court.

"boom!!"

The ball then spins at a super fast speed and explodes as if cutting the air. The trajectory of the ball is very straight, and it seems that it is Hashimoto's backcourt.

Stab it!

Guanyue squinted slightly to see the speed and trajectory of his ball, her pupils shrank suddenly, her face was startled, and she shouted, "Hashimoto, get out of the way!"

A black shadow passed quickly in their field of vision, and the speed was so fast that people were dumbfounded.

"If you catch this ball hard..."

Kikumaru opened his eyes wide and watched the figure stop steadily, exclaiming, "It's dangerous!"

The tennis ball was suddenly twisted and elongated into an oval shape by force, causing a wave of heat. Under Hashimoto's horrified eyes, it stuck to his face and passed over in a flash. Scrubbed wounds.

"Boom!"

The ball fell like a bomb, and the smoke and dust raised layer by layer diffused around Hashimoto.

"Crack!!"

There was a crisp stabbing sound, and the tennis ball landed on the ground with a violent whistling sound, and suddenly rubbed against the ground and rolled down and sank into it.

The whistling of the wind rolled up in the ear, and the sharp and violent wind of the ball made people shudder.

Higurashi looked at Hashimoto's exhausted appearance on the screen, and sighed, "Resistance has been suppressed more violently! These brats still don't understand."

They can resist the shuffle war, but it depends on the opponent who resists. If the strength gap between the two sides is too large, such resistance will not only fail to defeat the opponent, but will suffer more violent counterattacks from the opponent because of the resistance. After all, suppressing In their first thought, Guan Yuejun and Buer still didn't understand such a simple truth.

Hashimoto Kiyono's spin was really good, but in their eyes it wasn't enough. The side topspin just now was pretty good, but it's a pity that Kimishima wouldn't show mercy because of his good spin, and would only be more decisive in his strikes.

"Do you want to continue?" Jundao looked at Hashimoto's sweating profusely, and the blood oozing from the wound on his face made him a little more vulnerable. He raised his brows slightly, and asked with his eyes on his slightly trembling hands , His physical strength seems to have reached its limit.

"Hey, junior high school students are junior high school students. Isn't it okay to obediently go and pick up the ball in the back court? But they still want to resist us high school students, and if they want to beat us, they may have to talk about it for another two years. "

"Ha, I thought how powerful the middle school students are. Compared to Oni-senpai and Kimishima-senpai, they are still not enough."

"Don't they know their own strength? If it were me, I would feel ashamed for a long time, but I still have the courage to stand on the court. Shouldn't I find a place where there is no one and cry?"

The high school students in the crowd looked at the completely different appearances of the two on the field, and said proudly, and many others followed suit, as if it was normal for middle school students not to be able to beat them.

"Their high school students are simply too much!"

"Isn't it because they are high school students? I don't believe that they were not like us when they first came to U-17."

The complexions of many junior high school students quickly darkened, and they looked badly at the high school students opposite. What they said really made people angry.

Yukimura glanced at the laughing high school student who didn't know what he said, looked at Chiya's angry face and raised his hand to press his shoulder, and said softly, "Don't pay attention to them, they don't deserve our anger."

Guanyue looked at Hashimoto who was biting his lip and clasping his racket tightly. It seemed that he could not help trembling when he heard the laughter of the high school students. Is it the first time he heard such a straightforward ridicule, or was he a little bit controlled? I can't help my emotions.

Guanyue looked away silently and looked at the group of high school students who were laughing happily. Her dark and beautiful eyes glanced at the high school student who laughed the loudest over there. The high school student who met his gaze shrank subconsciously.

Within a few seconds, Hashimoto looked up at Kimishima, concealed the emotion in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Again! The game is not over yet! Even if I lose, I will finish it! We middle school students are not as good as you say That sucks! Don’t you high school students just use the fact that you are seniors and come here for training before us, why do you deny us junior high school students in a few words, who dare to say that you are not born from junior high school.”

His serious expression stunned the high school students present, who looked at him with slightly pursed lips, his embarrassment couldn't conceal the unwillingness in his eyes. Xi Hua was very dissatisfied, and his unyielding eyes swept over them. Some high school students slightly avoided his sight and remained silent.

Hashimoto couldn't get angry with these seniors, he said everything in his heart in one breath, not because he understood that his current situation was really too much for their high school seniors, seeing them silent and silent, he turned his head and continued to look at Jundao, resisting the sore hand that couldn't lift it, bent slightly and said earnestly, "Senior Jundao, please continue!"

No matter whether he can make it to the end or not, he must keep the honor of junior high school students. He cannot let these seniors look down on their junior high school students.