[Net King] The Crown of Tennis

"Yukimura!..." Fujiwara was a little surprised, Yukimura didn't even take off his coat.

"Sehara is at the national level anyway?" Fukuyama was also surprised, "Yukimura is too confident."

"Your little minister is too arrogant." Saito led, and Makino Teng, who had finished the competition, came to the side of Lihaiguan competition area.The opponents in the singles three and Saito games abstained in the middle game, and the remaining two games were also settled within 15 minutes.

"It's self-confidence." Fujiwara was unmoved.

"Next is the singles match, Seiichi Yukimura of Likai University VS Hiroto Shiraku Nakasehara."

At this time, Sehara finally realized what it was like to compete with Yukimura who was wearing a coat before.

[Do you look down on me! ] Sehara's eyes became very dangerous.

"Boy, are you looking for a fight?"

"If you can hit it."

"The game starts, Yukimura of Lihai University High School serves."

Yukimura served the ball and passed the net at low altitude with the spinning tennis ball.

"It's too slow!" Sehara held the racket in his forehand, intending to teach Yukimura a lesson with a flat shot.

"Net."

[15:0] Sehara returns the ball and touches the net.

"Tsk." Only then did Sehara face up to the dark blue-haired boy opposite him. [It seems to be a bit of a standard. ]

"What's going on, the minister shouldn't make such a low-level mistake?"

"It's a spin," Chitose explained, "Yukimura-kun moved a little bit on the ball."

[Such delicate control is rare. ]

On the second ball, Sehara made no mistakes, and he returned a straight ball with a diagonal line.Then the two are testing each other.

[Taking advantage of now. ] Sehara's eyes sank, and he hit a close shot with a smash.The tennis ball rushed towards Yukimura's left knee with great force.

[Ah. ] Yukimura naturally withdrew his left foot, and the forward swing posture has also taken advantage of the situation. After the ball bounced, he played a double reverse.

[30:0] Through the ball.

"What, Sehara made the opponent wear a coat so easily and scored two points?"

"When did Sehara become so good?"

"Shut up!" Sehara yelled at the lion's music viewing area.

He looked back at Yukimura. [Want me to get hotheaded and lose my cool?You are not far off. ]

On the third ball, Sehara's return to the baseline went straight out of bounds.

"Out."

[40:0]

[This guy. ] Sehara frowned. [Play conservatively. ]

For the fourth ball, the two sides went back and forth.Sehara wanted to use the front and rear changes of the ball to make Yukimura's coat fall off, and humiliate the opponent.

He took advantage of Yukimura's short ball in the frontcourt and deliberately returned a high lob.

[Score.You are too young, kid. ] Sehara raised his racket and touched his right shoulder, watching Yukimura chasing the ball sideways.

The ball hit the inside of Yukimura's left foot when it bounced off the baseline, and he hit the ball with a vertical racket, the tennis ball rebounded, and Yukimura just seemed to stumble.

Sehara watched helplessly as the tennis ball hit by the racket slowly flew towards the no man's land on his right.

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"Pfft—" X8

Lihai's quasi-candidates, King Jiaren, all had a subtle expression in an instant, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.Compared with Yukimura's usual hitting posture, this shot is indeed a bit funny.

Liu's pen stopped for a moment, and Sanada's face darkened: "It's too slack."

"As expected of Yukimura, even hitting the ball from the crotch/lower looks so--freehand." Nioh whispered in Marui's ear.

Marui, who blew the bubble, glanced at Nioh. [Let's find an opportunity to report to Yukimura. ]

Sehara in the stadium was no longer in the mood to admire Yukimura's posture, and his face became ugly.

"In the second game, Shiraku Nakasehara served."

After rubbing the tennis ball, Sehara tossed the ball and swung the racket.

"Such a ball poses no threat to me."

Hearing Yukimura's provocation, Sehara swung his racket harder.

[Side internal rotation? ] Yukimura saw that Sehara wanted to hit his left foot, and adjusted his posture in advance to hit a half-volley.

[0:15]

Yukimura hit a chip in front of the net, and the spin made the ball rebound to the side of the net, and Sehara lost the point.

"Zero cut?" Qian Zhenzhi was startled.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, Sehara, you don't get any points now."

"Shut up!" Sehara yelled at his crew again.

The second ball Sehara still had nothing to do with Yukimura. Although Yukimura was basically on the defensive, the weird spin he played from time to time still made Sehara feel difficult.

[0:30]

Sehara looked at Yukimura.

Yukimura was wearing a jacket, juggling the ball with the racket frame, looking very leisurely.

[Are you kidding me! ]

Impatient Sehara threw the tennis racket in his hand directly to Yukimura, who was watching his every move, took the tennis back with his left hand, and easily avoided it.

"Lion music Chinese side, please pay attention to your behavior!" The referee issued a warning to Sehara.

Yukimura stared fixedly at the black racket on the ground, hesitated for a moment with dark eyes, and didn't pick it up.He went directly around the racket on the ground and returned to the backcourt to prepare to receive.

Sehara, who thought Yukimura would return his racket, was embarrassed and stood there awkwardly.

The lineman on the side picked up the racket and handed it to Sehara.

"Let me admit that your little minister is indeed a bit powerful." Saito observed the situation on the field all the time, and tried to talk to Fujiwara, "But is he at this level?"

"Of course not, it's just enough..." Before Fujiwara finished speaking, he saw Sehara, who was about to serve in the other half, wiping the ball on the ground.

"?"

"!!!" Fujiwara and Fukuyama looked at each other.

Sehara touched the smooth and hard ball after the fluff was removed. [You should not be familiar with this kind of tennis, right? ]

Yukimura stared straight at the ball in Sehara's hand, the faint smile on his face gradually disappeared.

A high-speed straight ball rushed towards Yukimura's face.Yukimura, who was ready, turned his face to the side and swung his racket to catch the ball.

"when."

[15:30]

Yukimura picked up the racket calmly, and gestured to the referee for the loose string.

"The game is suspended, and the Chinese side of Lihai University will replace the racket."

"?" Marui was a little puzzled, "Noh, Yukimura seems to have never been shot down with a racket, right? Are the strings loose?"

"Puri. Don't you think the current Minister Yukimura is scary?"

"...Indeed. I've never seen Yukimura's expression like this before."

Mori looked very expectant, and his arms tightened unconsciously, making Takeda, who was entangled, frown.

"Shou Saburo!"

"I'm sorry, senior. I just want to give the other side some wax."

Yukimura walked to the sidelines and pulled down his jacket with his left hand and threw it towards Lihai's auditorium, just being caught by Sanada who stretched out his hands.He lightly touched the weight-bearing wrist guard of his right hand, stroked the light blue racket frame, pondered for a moment, walked to the coach chair and took out a spare racket from the tennis bag.

[You should never touch her again. ]

Seeing Yukimura taking off his coat on the opposite side, Sehara was a little happy.

"Why, finally realized the danger?"

[But I will not show mercy now!I win until you get the hang of it. ]

The same high-speed straight ball, Sehara, who was thinking about scoring, was taken aback by the spin ball that brushed his right knee and hit the ground.

"Hiss—" The audience seemed to be taken aback by the speed of the ball.

Sehara was startled by the ball and broke into a cold sweat. He thought the ball would hit his knee, but he couldn't move at all. [too fast. ]

[15:40]

Yukimura stood up straight, took a horizontal shot with his right hand, and the frame of the racket lightly tapped the palm of his left hand. "Don't worry, it won't end too soon."

"Qi!" Sehara swallowed unconsciously, the ball just now left him with lingering fear.

On the next ball, Yukimura's straight ball whizzed across his left cheek, rubbed the pinna of his left ear, and pressed on the baseline.

Sehara took a step back involuntarily. Compared with the ball towards the knee, the straight ball that hit his head and face made him feel more direct.

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[I wanted to end the duel with Shirakuchu 6-0,] Yukimura hit the ball one after another, and the yellow and white tennis ball bounced off the same spot on the ground, gradually hitting a black circle. [Now, I have changed my mind. ]

Using the posture he had practiced thousands of times, Yukimura delivered a topspin.

The strength and spin on the ball made Sehara almost let go of the racket. He barely hit back, but before finishing the follow-up posture, Yukimura, who had reached the net, directly volleyed back the ball.

The ball brushed his right wrist sideways from up to down, and Sehara clearly heard his heart beat a few more times.

[15:0]

Sehara bit his lower lip, he could no longer hear what the people in the lion music were saying, all he could hear was the heartbeat like the roar of machinery and the explosion in his ears.

He opened his eyes wide and focused, watching Yukimura's movements opposite him.

[A sideline kick. ] Sehara successfully received the hair.

This shot seemed to be back and forth, and Sehara, who returned the ball smoothly again, stepped on his legs to judge Yukimura's return path. [Straight ball - no]

He saw Yukimura glance slightly to the left. [right! ] Sehara straddles his right foot, shifts his center of gravity to the right, and prepares to catch the ball.

[No, left. ] Sehara, who had already started to move to the right, saw the path of Yukimura's shot, and immediately turned around to save the ball, but Sehara, who was unstable, slipped and fell to the ground, watching the ball skip in front of his eyes.

"Hoo—" The audience gasped again.

Fukuyama on the sidelines patted Fujiwara on the shoulder.

[30:0]

Sehara struggled to get up, the great oppression brought by Yukimura made him unable to think about anything else, only thinking about catching the ball.

"Boom." Sehara leaned forward again and slipped to the ground. This time he used Yukimura's racket to judge a straight ball from a diagonal line, but the shot was a short ball. He ran forward directly in the posture of preparing to catch the ball. Another fall.

[40:0]

"Tsk tsk." Saito sighed as he watched the development on the court. "It's embarrassing."

Indeed, for Sehara, the current self is too embarrassing.His eye sockets were a little red, due to the combination of physical and psychological factors.

The lions were optimistic in the competition area, and they had never seen such an ugly scene in Sehara.

Sehara got up a little slower.He walked slowly to the baseline to receive the serve.

Sehara fell down again at the game point, but it was not because of an unbalanced center of gravity, but because the fast backspin shot passed between his legs. Sehara, who didn't know how to adjust his posture, leaned back and kicked his butt sit on the floor.

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Sehara, who was sitting on the ground in a daze, looked a little pitiful, compared to Yukimura, who seemed too merciless.

"Serve." Sehara saw Yukimura's lips opening and closing, as if ordering himself.He got up unconsciously and walked to the tee box.

"Senior Sehara! Take heart!" Tachibana, who was watching the game, was a little anxious, but Sehara couldn't seem to hear his voice.

"Sehara, you can't hear me?"

"That's right, and the short ball is so slow, he can't catch it, so he can't see it, right?"

"No, what kind of trick is this?"

Sehara's serve was significantly slower than before.At this time, Sehara was still subconsciously preparing to catch the ball, and Yukimura also gave him a chance.The two sides seem to return to normal back-and-forth contests.

Only Sehara could feel that he was getting weaker and weaker. The ball flying towards his half court was obviously not fast, but he couldn't reach it anyway, like a beast that arched its back and stretched its teeth and claws to prevent him from approaching; while he hit the ball on the opposite side The ball is like a docile kitten in Yukimura's hands, obediently letting Yukimura order it.

[Is this really a normal tennis ball?I don't want to get close to it, I don't want to touch it...]

Sehara's right hand holding the racket trembled slightly, and his wrist was completely stiff, so the returned ball was soft as if it came from a beginner.

"The posture is too ugly." Yukimura was concentrating on observing Sehara's return of the ball, "It's not over yet, Sehara-san."

[0:15]

Sehara, who fell down again, looked at the ball that was still bouncing gently in front of his eyes, his eyes were a little wet, and he felt a little wronged.Ever since he was a child, he has never been so embarrassed or ashamed, but now he is making a lot of ugly appearances on the tennis court, and is being teased by a kid from the first grade...

The referee looked at the stopwatch and reminded: "Lion Lezhong, Hiroto Sehara, please start serving."

Sehara sniffed, and lightly touched the bruise on his right wrist.Get up and serve.

The stands were completely silent, including the cheerleaders from Lion Lezhong and Lihai University.

The two began to confront each other again, although in the eyes of those who understood, Yukimura was feeding the ball to Sehara.

[It's still the same, I can't get it.Can't win. ]

[I don't want to touch it again! ]

[0:30]

Sehara felt that the tennis racket in his hand was too heavy and did not listen to him.He shielded his face with his left hand, isolated from the hot light, and stood on the field without focusing.

"Lion music, Hiroto Sehara, please serve."

……

[0:40]

"Have you not seen Sehara?"

"Not only can't see, but also can't hear. No matter how I asked him to serve just now, he didn't respond."

"Did you see that his right hand was shaking all the time?"

The tennis court under the scorching sun was distorted in Sehara's eyes, as if he had arrived in an extremely empty place, only himself.

There is no sound of high-speed movement through the air, no sound of tennis balls bouncing, no booing from the audience, and no sound of urging.

No tennis, no games.

very nice.

"Don't compete..."

The racket in Sehara's hand fell to the ground.

"Don't play tennis, just don't play tennis again."

Sehara knelt down on the ground, and was dragged down to rest by Shishi Rakuchu members who couldn't help rushing up.There was a lot of work.

"Lion Music Nakasehara Hiroto abstained, Rikkai University High School Yukimura Seiichi won."

"The High School Affiliated to Lihai University [5-0] Lion Music Middle School. The High School Affiliated to Lihai University advanced to the quarterfinals."

Muzhiteng's people also fell silent when they saw the back.After the game, Saito silently led Muzhito and the others to leave.

The atmosphere in the Lihai auditorium was not very solemn, after all, everyone had seen it several times.After the game, the members are congratulating each other for their advancement.

Yukimura, who returned to the coach's bench, took off his sweatband and put on the jacket that Sanada handed him over.He smiled and looked at Zhunzheng, who had already packed up.

"Let's go."

"Yes."

The author has something to say:

A promised chapter for everyone.

The explanation here is psychological pressure, which is quite subtle.During the game, there will indeed be a blank mind situation. Although you can hear the yelling from the side, the voice seems to float on the surface of the ear, and you cannot analyze it in your mind; the same is true for your sight, which will automatically ignore the background. Only see what you care about.Against your will, reject your things, and you will subconsciously hate and reject them.

So what, you don't need to delve too deeply into psychology, okay? (grab the ground with the head)