[Net King] The king's elegance

Higa's Hirakuza took over his minister with winking eyes, and walked away from Lihaida's battlefield with his wooden hands behind his back.

Marui was at a loss, wanted to go forward but was afraid of offending Yukimura, so he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Yukimura."

Yukimura rubbed his forehead and took a long breath. He was afraid that he couldn't help arguing with Marui in front of everyone, "Go, the eye injury needs to be re-bandaged."

Gong Ri turned around silently, feeling sore and thankful that Yukimura was loved by so many people, it was great.

He can understand Marui's approach, and put himself in the situation. If Kimishima uses Yukimura as a bargaining chip to negotiate with him, he will be shaken, not to mention that the exchange terms are related to Yukimura's health. This is the bottom line that cannot be touched. As the backing, the Atobe family will still agree to Kimijima's conditions just in case.

The game is still going on, Gong Ri tries his best to warm up as soon as possible, if the No. Or try to avoid it.

Li Haida played three people in a row, but the junior high school students were convinced, and some even wondered why Yukimura, who was the strongest, didn't make an appearance.

Yukimura stopped Gong Ri who was about to play, took off the rubber band on his wrist, and nimbly tied a small knot on Gong Ri's head, and said very seriously: "I don't care what you want to do, but I don't want to see you in the infirmary today. The third wounded."

"Don't worry, Jingshi, I'm most afraid of pain." Gong Ri assured her.

Even Marui, who has always been calm and worry-free, can negotiate without telling him. Yukimura will no longer believe any guarantees from these teammates in a short time. He folded his arms and smiled slightly, with a gentle tone of danger: "Well, I will be there Watching you carefully."

Gong Ri twirled the racket uncomfortably, and now he was too timid to show his thoughts of 'fighting to the death'.

"In the fourth round, U17 Japanese representative NO.5 Oni Jujiro VS Second Army selection Miyahito Minggen, two out of three sets."

In the more than ten days of Kai Xiaozao practice games, Miyahi and Tokugawa played the most matches, and the chance to fight against ghosts did not exceed three times. The ghosts were feeding the ball the whole time. He was studying hard, and he had never even seen ghosts. Black Jack Knife.

The fine fluff of the ball rubbed against the palm of his hand, Gong Ri exhaled, the tennis ball was thrown high, 270km/h, the ACE serve scored, shielding the exclamation outside the court, Gong Ri was calm and calm, and raised his hand again. Serve the ball from the corner, faster and stronger, the ball hits the ghost's backhand direction, spins rapidly and then jumps to the ground.

Yuezhi showed a satisfied look, adding spinning skills on the basis of high-speed serving, Gong Ri's progress is obvious. As the first junior taught by Yuezhi, Gong Ri always has the halo of some first-class disciples. Although Yuezhi is proud of himself, He still suppressed it and said, "It's not worth mentioning to ghosts."

Mao Li squinted at the corner of his little friend's mouth. Compared with the master-student relationship between Ochi and Miyahi who met in the "Jianghu", he is Miyahi's well-behaved senior. Seeing that the cute junior can score points in the hands of ghosts, don't mention how proud he is: " It is the best to be able to score, Mingxuan, come on~"

Silly boy, the more he knew helplessly, he turned sideways to block Byodoin's sharp eyes, the boss is not a soft-hearted person, let alone the ball of light with Mao Li's small body, even Byodoin's ordinary serve can't resist.

"The end of the game, the second army won, 1 to 0."

Not to mention [-]% of his strength, he didn't even show [-]% of his strength, "It's boring to be a ghost as a good teacher, it's boring." Byodoin curled its lips and said disdainfully.

As the ghost observed and evaluated, he found that his speed, strength, and technique had greatly improved. This was just the result of ten days of ordinary training. If he was put on a cliff for training, maybe there would be better results. He stayed in the training The camp will not be too long, and after waiting for three years, I finally saw a faint hope.

This feeling is like being tested in the examination room. Gong Ri played every ball very carefully. After countless calculations, the ghost has not yet taken it seriously. His own score is just a reward for the assessment, but what he wants is this opportunity.

"The end of the game, the second army won, 2 to 0."

"The previous ones were just appetizers, let me take a look at your training results!" The tiger stared, and five small balls appeared out of thin air in the ghost's hand. When multiple balls were fired at once, the power of a single cannonball became five times.

The crackling sound of hitting the ball was like a stone hitting the ice. It was more than five times stronger than Tokugawa's ball, but it was more than enough. Miyahito captured the movement of the five balls in an instant, and even added spin to the ball.

"Six balls!" Taocheng exclaimed, "Has senior Gong Chi also conducted multi-ball training?" As far as he knows, the members of the winning group have not experienced abnormal training, but now it seems that they are no better than the members of the losing group. Difference.

Tachibana Juping glanced at the calm Yukimura, and he could never see how much strength Li Haida's people had hidden and hadn't displayed. They would only be stronger than they imagined.

The number increased to seven balls, and Gong Ri chatted with the ghost with ease: "Senior, you have too many balls hidden in your pocket."

"Hmph, come again, let's see how much you have learned from Tokugawa's intentions!" Nine balls, this number is among junior high school students, no one except Yukimura can catch it.

Pointing to the dazzling scene on the court, Xiaojin excitedly said to Baishi: "Ah, I also want to compete with uncle!"

Courage is commendable, Baishi lovingly touched Xiaojin's head and comforted him: "There will be a chance in the future." They are all roommates in the same dormitory, he knows Gongri's efforts better than others, and seems to hide himself relaxedly every day, but It's not the right time.

Seeing Miyahi seize every opportunity to score with multiple balls in Oni's hands, Tokugawa said with a stern expression: "In yesterday's practice match, he only lasted to nine balls." The better Miyahi's performance, the more ghosts will be aroused. To 'destroy' his desire, this is the way ghosts train younger generations.

But the destructive power of ten balls in the ghost's hands is far from being as simple as adding one ball. The assessment site will immediately become a battlefield of life and death.

"Just go with ten balls in your arms!" Like a beast coming out of the cage.

The ball turned into a weapon, and pointed at Gong Ri with majestic momentum. It was a hundred times more terrifying than Tono's execution. Cold sweat rolled down his cheeks. This was the body's instinctive fear. Notch, yesterday he didn't finish it, and today he is facing a ghost stronger than Tokugawa, the probability of success is less than [-]%.

Just looking at it makes people feel scared, Baishi can't even imagine the feeling of being in the center of the ten-ball aim, he shouted worriedly: "Don't force it, Mingxuan!"

Byodoin showed a clear smile: "The people I cultivated are destroyed by myself. This is what Oni Jujiro does."

All of them went according to the dead corners and dangerous places of the body. This attack showed no mercy. Yukimura, who had received ten balls from Tokugawa, knew the destructive power better than anyone else. If he failed, the game would be over directly. .

But Miyagi will not back down, this child who loves to be coquettish, is afraid of pain, and tears at every turn is more stubborn than anyone can see. Supplies to prepare, perhaps being a minister is to worry about life.

The blind spots can be optimized, and the flaws can be overcome. The scene of Yukimura Stadium standing on the opposite side of the court emerged in Gong Ri's mind. There is no tennis that cannot be played back, and there is no game that cannot be won. Therefore, it is only ten balls, which he wants to see. The world is much more than that!

Miyahito's speed has once again increased to an unbelievable level. Every time he catches a ball, it is a breakthrough. The hairstyle that Yukimura combed by himself is messy in the wind, one, two, five, six...

The speed reached the extreme and the rest depended on the instinct in the subconscious, the racket flew out of his hand, Gong Ri added the bounce while running, and the left hand successfully caught the racket, converted in mid-air with the double knife flow, and the ninth caught it!

And one last ball!

The first nine balls all headed towards the backcourt of the ghost guard. When the last ball was about to fall, Gong Ri unexpectedly made a sliding step and put a short ball on the net. The ball barely touched the net and fell to the ground. The ghost with three heads and six arms also missed this final blow.

"The end of the game, the second army won, 3 to 0."

Great, Miyahito was as happy as if he had won the whole game, with the racket in his hand, and even ran to the sidelines to give Yukimura a high-five while the exchange field was empty.

The real version is happy like a child.

Yukimura cooperatively held Miyahi's hand and shook it, "You played well, keep it up."

"Yes, Sir!"

"Is this enough?" The ghost put away the praise in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth straightened in the tone of the head of the teaching department: "This is just the beginning."

Gong Ri twisted his wrist and said indifferently: "Take the first step well to move on. Reality and dreams must coexist."

The ghost was stunned, it was the first time he heard this kind of statement, there were countless groups of people who came and went in the U17 training camp, he had seen too many people's values, some people would do anything to win, marching forward with blood and bones, Some people have dreams and play pure tennis with a fiery heart.

You can't have both, this is a fact that all tennis players know, a messy heart is the prelude to failure, and a swaying will is the call of the abyss.

But now, Gong Ri said that he wants to have everything, he wants to include both the cruelty of reality and the beauty of dreams, it's all like a fool's dream.

"Let me teach you the last lesson, there is only one way to play tennis!"

The ghost hit the ball suddenly became very heavy, Gong Ri didn't mind it, the racket almost flew out, the dust raised by the small ball on the field blurred his vision, it was even more exaggerated than the dry ice effect on the stage, he couldn't see the ghost at all , can only fight back with feeling.

"Is it heavy?" A low voice suddenly came from behind the layers of smoke.

"Reality and dreams, let me tell you how naive the path you choose is."

Black silhouettes, behemoths, hell messengers, and giants descended. In an instant, countless adjectives floated in Gong Ri's mind, his pupils dilated, and a suffocating sense of oppression rushed over his face. The visual horror and spiritual impact were intertwined. Gong Ri felt stiff all over and could hardly breathe.

Hitting ten balls was like sinking into the sea. Gong Ri held his breath and waited for the ghost to strike back. One ball, a huge ball, Gong Ri stayed in place without any response. The giant ball burst, and a pair of eyes emitting red laser rays appeared .

Gong Ri didn't have time to react to what happened, he just felt severe pain all over his body, the next moment his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string, his back hit the hard stone wall, his bones seemed to be broken, Gong Ri doubted himself for a few seconds Lost consciousness.

It is definitely not something that human beings can do. This is a ghost from hell.