[Net King] The king's elegance

When the sky is clear and cloudless, it is suitable for competitions.

The referee sat on a high chair with a baseball cap on and started his day-to-day work, "Now we are going to play the team shuffle between the No. [-] court and the No. [-] court."

Gong Ri carefully looked at Nakagawa Neiji in front of him. He had the rough appearance of a crying underworld boss, and with square-rimmed glasses, he looked like a grumpy old man.

Irie looked up at the ghost standing in the junior high school area, smiled slightly, and asked knowingly: "Is the ghost not playing in the game? You are really calm."

"Where are you looking? Ahhhh~" Young Master Atobe raised his head arrogantly upon hearing this, blocking Irie's sight: "Your opponent should be me."

Facing Atobe's saber-rattling, Irie still responded with a smile, but his mouth was not forgiving, "Ah, I'm sorry, but as I said before, it's still too early for you to be challengers."

"Why don't you witness it for yourself."

The drama director narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "That's exactly what I mean."

As the first shot in the lead, Gong Ri glanced at the ghost sitting in the boss's sitting position, his red hair was like a fire in hell, and the ghost waved domineeringly: "Remember, strike first, Gong Ri, go and take this one!" Board!"

That's it?Miyahito couldn't feel the roaring cheering method of the ghost, so he subconsciously walked towards Yukimura.

Yukimura didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he was just a spectator, and the pre-match coach should listen to ghosts, but he still pampered and put his cool palm on Miyahi's forehead, "Why are you still in a daze when you're about to play? Is your hair tied up?"

Hair tie means that Gong Ri is going to have a very serious game. Gong Ri hesitates and shakes his head. He is not going to be tough today, and the obedient hairstyle is more likely to confuse the opponent.

Seeing that it was a baby-faced child who came out, Nakagawa Uwaidō resigned, "Jujiro, you kid avoided fighting me, how will you settle the score?"

Yamato Yuda, who was watching the play, snickered and said, "Brother heretic seems to be very angry today~"

Irijiang is very clear about the relationship between Zhonghe Neidao and the ghost's old enemy, and he doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the fun: "I still said that I have to settle the score."

"Heretic, after the game is over, see if you still have the ability to say the same thing again?!" Since Miyahi can be arranged for the singles three, the ghost is full of confidence. Ten-ball sparring, Gong Ri has a higher probability of winning this game.

No matter how paralyzed the robot is, it will be angered by the attitude of the old enemy, "You actually have such expectations for that kid, let me smash your hopes!" Zhong Hanoi directly imposed his anger on Gong Ri, who was originally The sympathy deceived by the Japanese surface also disappeared.

"In this way, I have hit nearly 300 balls from the left and right corners, like a robot." Baishi was a little worried: "The first ball will start a protracted battle. Can Gong Ri's physical strength persist?"

Yukimura didn't even bat an eye, seeing Gong Ri's sweaty face, he was very calm, "Mingxuan just seems to be sweating a lot." In fact, this amount of exercise is nothing to him at all.

But obviously, Nakagochi mistook Gong Ri's sweaty appearance as exhaustion, and put on a senior attitude and preached: "Because your running training is not enough, you will soon lose your strength." Nakagawa took the lead to win In the first round, Gong Ri was a limp weakling in his eyes.

The sweaty hair sticking to the ear is particularly uncomfortable. Miyahi raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his neck, and tied his hair with a cowhide band at random. Just like Yukimura thought, the running back and forth of the left and right corners just now was very difficult for him. It's more like warming up before the game.

Now the fully active body is like a well-fueled and warmed-up sports car, which can hit a speed of 200 yards at any time, "Senior, our training list is no less than yours, so don't underestimate people."

Miyahito's ultra-high-speed serve showed its true side for the first time in the U17 training camp. tall shadow.

how can that be possible? How can a 1.7-meter-high player hit such a ball speed?

Recovering from the surprise, Nakagōchi looked at Miyahi in a completely different way, "So he was also a high-speed ball player, but unfortunately I have seen Mach serve before, you are just a child."

Gong Ri didn't have time to pay attention to the opponent's talk, and the high-speed serve was fast and accurate. At this point, he completely learned Ochi's style of blocking all outside world and keeping silent when serving.

Due to the height restriction, Gong Ri clearly knew that no matter how hard he practiced his high-speed serve, he would not be able to reach the speed of Mach's serve, but he knew more than that.

"Double-sword style?!" Yamato was surprised. He knew that this man named Gong Ri was the main candidate of Lihai University. When he was the minister of Qingxue, it happened to be the year when the Big Three rose. Personally heard.

Miyahito, who is proficient in the double-knife style, easily conquered Nakagawa's left and right diagonal shots, and the original balance of each serving was suddenly broken. Miyahimi kept in mind Yukimura's advice from last night, and he used his mental strength at the beginning of the second game.

No matter how sophisticated a machine is, it can't keep up with the mind of a free-wheeling person. Nakagōchi can precisely control himself but not Gong Ri's mind. He can accurately calculate the position of the next step, but he can't figure out where the ever-changing mental power will be used.

"What a sharp ball, and the use of mental power is so exquisite." Yamato sighed again, he finally knew why Oni put Miyahi in the first place with such confidence, "If it is an ordinary player, it will definitely be knocked out by KO. "However, what Nakanochi is good at is stamina and physical strength. He is a person who can fight a protracted battle with ghosts.

Miyahi also discovered this problem, and solved the tricky left and right corner kicks. Nakagōchi’s ingenious ball control ability can always hit the ball just right, so that the level of ball control that is so accurate that there is no deviation is only a few minutes away. seen in people.

Another tennis ball.

"Game Hanoi Road, 2-3."

Wipe tennis looks somewhat similar to Marui's tightrope walk, except that 'tightrope' can be cracked by suppressing a volley into the net, while Nakagōchi's wipeball is more random.

"Game Hanoi Road, 3-4."

The game went back to the situation where the two kept serving each other. Liu Sheng watched closely with his glasses on. "The opponent's physical strength is better than Mingxuan, and Mingxuan is not good at spinning technically."

Yukimura folded his arms with his coat draped over his shoulders, as calm and calm as he used to sit on the coach's bench, "There are other ways to solve this kind of wiping tennis besides spinning."

Miyahi suddenly tilted his wrist slightly, and the ball spun in the opposite direction on the racket and then counterattacked back. When Nakagochi tried to play a net again, the ball hit the net.

Gong Ri knew that spinning was not his strong point, so he chose to use Qiao Jin instead. Just now, he thought of the fifth counterattack of Fuji, which is a small tentative spin and the induction of mental power, "Flying Catkins" The use of the ball makes the power and speed of the ball unpredictable, and the robot-like ball control level cannot be grasped.

"The game is over, Gong Ri wins, 6 to 3."

Nice opener.

The corners of Oni's ever-strained mouth finally turned up, and Taneshima, who was watching from the side, yelled in surprise, "Jujiro, you'd better smile less, it will scare people to tears."

"Are you able to hit the ball in your multi-ball training?" Nakahanoi asked suddenly after losing the game.

Gong Ri let go of her frizzy braids, and returned to her obedient baby appearance, and replied: "Only eight balls."

"No wonder." Nakagochi pointed the cannon fire at the ghost again, and shouted loudly: "Jujiro, don't think you can escape this time, I won't let you go next time."

"I'm waiting for you to come to Court No. [-] and break my goal!"

After winning the game, Miyahiri bouncing up to Yukimura to claim credit, but Fujin next to him came forward with a smile and said, "I don't even know, Mingxuan usually pays so much attention to me, the guardian of the hundred-armed giant Well done."

Gong Ri rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, and said modestly: "Like a gourd, I am not a serious imitation at all."

"Well, it's an indisputable fact that your spinning skills are poor." Yukimura likes to pour some cold water on Miyahi when he is flustered, "You should ask Fuji more for advice, Fuji is a technical genius."

"Among us, Tezuka is the best spinner. Mingxuan, if you act like a baby to Tezuka, he will definitely be willing to play practice games with you." What will Tezuka with facial paralysis look like on the day of the palace.

He is not magma, he can melt an iceberg, just thinking about the scene of acting like a baby to Tezuka, Miyahito has goosebumps all over his body.

Yukimura, who loves to join in the fun, also added fuel to the fire, propping his chin and agreeing with Fuji's proposal, "Indeed, Mingxuan, your spinning skills really need to be trained, Tezuka-kun's level is higher than yours, you should be open-minded and ask for advice. ~"

Are you two really stupid for talking to yourself like this?Take a look at Tezuka who is about to petrify next to him, hey!

"Ahem, the match has begun." Tezuka pretended to be calm and said.

Black-bellied Fuji and Yukimura the Demon King, he shouldn't be standing here, Tezuka froze, and changed positions without a trace.

"The game is not good." On the field, Shiraishi stood in the backcourt to control the direction of the doubles, and Tibetan Rabbit stood in the front and tried to intercept all incoming balls. Unfortunately, the gap between junior high school students and high school students prevented him from guarding the front alone. .

"Game Matsudaira, Tozumi, 2-0."

Shiraishi held his left hand which was wrapped in a white bandage. What a force it was, it made him drop his racket directly.

"Oh, master, let me play with that foreign kid too." Songping licked his lips, looking eager to try, squatting and jumping, and then squatting and jumping, the ball was held in his hand in a weird gesture Li, "I don't know how to put water, flower~"

The ball hit Tibetan Rabbit on the forehead, making him stunned for a moment, Baishi immediately stepped forward to confirm his injury, Songping's piercing laughter kept coming from the opposite side, Shiraishi stood in front of Tibetan Rabbit, and replaced him. to the guard defense.

"Even Shiraishi can't deal with it?" Seeing Shiraishi being hit on the shoulder by the opponent's strange serve posture, Bu Er opened his ice blue eyes. The opponent looked like a violent tennis style, but there was a hint of madness. An eerie calm.

"Matsudaira with extraordinary speed, and the young master with strength." Irie held the winning ticket, with a smile in his eyes, "Although it is rude to say so, they are not players you can defeat."

Gong Ri observed for a while and said: "Matsudaira's serve is somewhat similar to Akaya's irregular serve." It looks fierce, but in fact it is not as lethal as Jujuhei's explosive ball flurry.

"Looking at the essence from the outside, Shiraishi's problem is not that big, mainly the Tibetan rabbit." Yukimura nodded, he could see through the weakness of this type of ball at a glance, and this game is more about fighting mentality.

"Game Matsudaira, Tozumi, 4-0."

Sure enough, after the physical torture, Matsudaira began to attack mentally, "Speaking of which, foreign boy, aren't you an overseas student? Why did you come to our training camp in Japan? Do you want to betray your own country?"

Every word punished his heart, stepped on thunder with precision, and the good-tempered Baishi couldn't help frowning.

"What are you talking about?" Tibetan Rabbit, who is accustomed to English, spoke Japanese word by word this time, and waved away the hand that Shiraishi held in front of him. Tibetan Rabbit stood in the center of the field, ready to take all the ball.

"Your tombstone has been carved, and you will be buried with a cross!"

The court is completely messed up, and once the doubles partners fall apart, they are not far from losing the game.

Under the furious Tibetan Rabbit, the cross he played couldn't play much role in the doubles match. Shiraishi stopped in front of Tibetan Rabbit again, and forcibly blocked Matsudaira's incoming ball with his arm.

"careful!"

"Boom." Without the expected bloody scene, Baishi's expression remained unchanged after being hit by the ball. He turned his head to look directly at the dazed eyes of Tibetan Rabbit, and asked in a calm tone: "Calm down? We are in a doubles match." , You cannot win by yourself."

The medical team outside the arena were all carrying first aid kits and were about to rush into the arena, but they saw Shiraishi slowly peeling off the white bandage on his left hand with his mouth.

It seemed that today's agreement with Xiu could not be kept, Baishi smiled helplessly, and the heavy gold wristband fell to the ground, throwing out a cloud of dust.

"Huh?"

"That is?" Bu Er leaned forward, everyone was dumbfounded, even Gong Ri who knew everything earlier was dazzled by the golden light.

Taking off the weight to play tennis after a long time, Shiraishi waved his arms, trying to adapt to the sudden feeling of relief, "Actually, I always thought you were handsome in English, we have to play with the momentum of an international competition, Tibetan Rabbit."

"It's actually pure gold." As the richest second generation at the scene, Atobe can judge the purity of gold just by hearing the sound and looking at the color. "It's really a bad idea."

Tezuka turned his gaze back to the field: "But I don't think it's that simple."

"Then let's start fighting back, Tibetan rabbit."

"Ah~Ecstasy~" Shiraishi, who took down the load, seemed to be completely reborn, and all the values ​​increased linearly.

"Game Baishi, Tibetan rabbit group, 1-4, exchange venues."

Taking advantage of the empty exchange venue, Buer opened his blue eyes, propped his head and looked kindly, and said to Baishi: "Hey, I said Baishi, did you also fight with heavy weights when you competed with me? It's really hurtful." .”

"Sure enough, Shiraishi didn't show his full strength in last year's national competition." Yukimura also began to turn over the old score, with a bright smile and a hundred flowers blooming, "It turns out that I won that game by force."

Facing the two-phase attack from his roommate, Shiraishi could only beg for mercy, and apologized again and again, "I'm sorry, Fuji, Yukimura, but I went all out in all the games, I just forgot to take it off!" Desperately winking at Gong Ri who was watching the theater, trying to get a reprieve after returning to the dormitory at night.

However, Songping's psychological warfare is not over yet, and the verbal stimulation is once again aimed at Tibetan Rabbit.

"After all, I'm only in the first grade, and I haven't experienced too much." Seeing that Zodiac Rabbit was on the verge of blackening again, Gong Ri couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Incapable children.

Just when Songping was complacent about his strategy, the rabbit who was supposed to be in a mess suddenly hit a completely different blow, "the cross of Jesus." People finally returned to the field.

Facing the junior high school students who were promoted and grown at the same time, and their doubles cooperation gradually became tacit, the unprepared high school group was overtaken by Jedi and suffered a crushing defeat.

"The game is over, Baishi and Tibetan Rabbit won, 6 to 4."