[Net King] I'm a fake Tezuka Kunimitsu, that's right

Yukimura Seiichi, the outside world has been a lot of suspicion, nothing more than thinking about the extent of Yukimura Seiichi's illness, and whether he can reach the original level after being discharged from the hospital.

Not only the outside world, Lihai members are also worried about the recovery period, but Yukimura has shattered their worries in the main selection of the tennis club.

"Let's compete, Tezuka."

When Yukimura, who was so invited, really went back, he and Tezuka stood on the court of the Lihai Tennis Club. Everyone else stood on the court to watch the match, and Liu acted as the referee and sat on the high seat.

"One round decides the outcome! Yukimura Tiezuka!"

The strength shown by Tezuka Kunimitsu has far exceeded what he showed before. The winning percentage was [-]-[-] before, but the strength of both sides has become a mystery. The outcome of this game is unknown.

I had been looking forward to meeting Tezuka but passed by in the main selection. I thought the competition would be postponed, but after the Kanto competition, I got my wish. Even Yukimura had to lament the impermanence of the world.

"The game agreement we said before can also be fulfilled today."

Tezuka bounced the ball and raised his eyes: "Ah."

He threw the ball high, bent his knees, raised his arms, and swung the racket. His movements were always concise and neat. The speed of the ball was very fast. Yukimura judged the path of the ball and quickly ran to the side, swung the racket, the ball appeared in the net, and the racket came The intensity told him that Tezuka also had expectations for this match.

His movements remained the same, he raised his hand and returned the ball, Tezuka ran to the side, swung his racket again and hit the ball again, the speed of the ball accelerated again, and Yukimura's return also continued to accelerate on this basis.

The onlookers could only see the increasingly urgent voices and the unchanging expressions on both sides.

Tezuka swings the racket very fast, and returns the ball even faster, but in the blink of an eye, the ball has already appeared at the baseline, and dust is rolled up to announce that Tezuka has won the ball.

Yukimura praised: "Very good."

Although the original plan was just to play for a while, although he didn't intend to give up the singles first position, but no matter how you look at it, Tezuka and he share the same love for tennis, so this game can't be done seriously.

Yukimura was not in a hurry to catch the ball, he walked to the sidelines and took off his coat, and looked at Tezuka with his usual gentleness: "Tezuka, don't you want to take off your coat?"

Shouldn't you be more serious?This is Yukimura's invitation to fight.

Tezuka's habits are somewhat similar to Yukimura's. In normal games, Tezuka doesn't like to take off his coat, but his coat's zipper will be pulled up obediently, and only the collar of the short-sleeved uniform is exposed.

Tezuka's voice and breathing were very steady, he also raised his hand to pull the zipper, folded the coat on the chair, and he was responding to Yukimura's invitation with actions.

then come.

They returned to the field again, Tezuka raised his hand and hit another high-speed ball, Yukimura ran back quickly, Tezuka also swung back the ball, the ball soon left only afterimages, as if the situation just now was repeated, but Everyone took it very seriously. This kind of competition doesn't happen everywhere.

This time it was Tezuka's turn to lose points and the score was tied.

Yukimura's expression did not reveal the joy of scoring, as if Tezuka was not disappointed by it, they looked at each other, and they could feel the excitement seeping from their bones before.

This is the joy of meeting a recognized opponent, and it is a struggle before reaching the summit.

They are both at the top of the pyramid in the middle school tennis world, and they both know each other's strengths, but there can only be one winner, and they will have such a battle sooner or later.

Third ball.

Tezuka's movements are still smooth, and the speed of batting with Yukimura continues to accelerate, and at the same time, the strength is also increasing, almost doubling in sequence. The superb ball control level allows Yukimura to let the ball stop on his racket steadily. Hold on, the force brought by the continuous rotation of the ball made his arms tremble slightly.

Yukimura nodded with satisfaction in his heart. As a minister, the excellent members of the club couldn't be better. As an opponent, he also looks forward to fighting against a powerful opponent.

The ball was hit back by Yukimura, Tezuka ran fast, twice as hard as before, but it was not a tricky thing for him, Tezuka hit the ball back as easily as following a gust of wind.

The ball swept through the air, swirled with smoke, and made an unpleasant sound. Yukimura's arm sank, and he lifted it up suddenly with force, and the ball he shot rose rapidly, like a white whale hitting the ball.

Lob!

Tezuka jumped up the moment he judged it. From seeing Fuji Shusuke's triple counterattack, he was thinking about whether he could hit these balls back, and even simulated the schedule, but he couldn't estimate it from any aspect. Game changes.

Because whether it is the wind or the counterattack, there is no way to be accurate enough to be completely seen through.

Yukimura focused his attention on the game, his mental power quietly filled his court, and gradually penetrated to the opposite side. Nioh frowned on the sidelines, but Yukimura didn't notice it. He was staring at the moment when Tezuka jumped up, ready for the next step at any time Actions.

Let me see what you've learned, Tezuka.

The ball hit Tezuka's outstretched racket, and he swung the racket down with the force of inertia. The ball came back at the same speed, but its strength suddenly increased. of light.

Yukimura's arms kept trembling, and he had switched to holding the racket with both hands. The sound of the ball rubbing against the air made people frown, but Yukimura's heart was filled with ever-increasing fighting spirit!

Like cowboys in a western duel, risking their lives, each other's barrels/mouths aimed at each other's heart.

Come fight!

Come fight!

Every nerve of them is trembling, they are all trembling because of the game.

The scoring speed of the two sides began to accelerate. In just ten minutes, the score was pulled to 3-3. The speed and power of the ball remained unchanged for the time being. It was on a delicate balance. Tezuka was more vigilant and played 12 points. .

Frequent swings, catches, and high-intensity counterattacks made Tezuka temporarily feel muscle tension and faintly numb wrists. His spirit was still high, but this kind of exhaustion was like the wind creeping into the gaps, occupying him little by little. mind.

wrong! !

He woke up suddenly, like a circus member walking on a tightrope, finally realizing the height under his feet, and belatedly tasted the fear.

fear?

Tezuka was stunned, am I scared?

The ball landed behind him, but Tezuka didn't make any movement, holding the racket and posing to catch the ball, like a lifelike clay sculpture, quietly like a decoration.

"Is it finally here? Yukimura's, yips." Li Hai Masao was thinking, looking at Tezuka who seemed to have lost his soul and his eyes that had lost his spirit.

wrong!I'm still playing!

An alarm sounded in his mind, and Tezuka realized that he had fallen into the mental trap set by Yukimura for him, but he couldn't do anything about it for the time being.

The darkness surrounded him like a tide, and the fear and agitation bred in the darkness was like a series of emotions like water plants at the bottom of the water wrapped around his ankles, trying to drag him into the mud.

Out of breath.

Tezuka struggled in vain, watching the light go further and further away.

What am I doing?

Shouldn't I still be racing?

……

Yukimura didn't stop his attack, sweat ran across his cheeks and hit the ground, and he looked at the silent Tezuka seriously.

This is a specially improved tactic, the pain of illness, the despair of the future, the encouragement of teammates... All the insights during this period have been added to it, weaving the dream with needles and threads.

This is for you, Extremis.

Tezuka couldn't feel the sound of the outside world, and his senses were all blinded, like being covered in a black box, the familiar was unperceivable, and the familiar was frightening.

He tried to recall the feeling of gripping the racket and the sound of the tennis ball, bang, bang, bang, like the beating of the heart, flowing in the blood again, yips took away his senses but could not take away his love and memory of tennis.

He doesn't want to give up, his game is not over yet, and his agreement with Yukimura is not yet complete!

Few people know that Tezuka's five-dimensionality has actually appeared on the table of the u17 coaching staff very early, and few people know that the technology that Tezuka is proud of is not his strongest dimension, but his real best. The stronger point is mental power.

He heard the tennis ball again, but not in his mind, but actually heard the ball appear at his feet.

The habit of meditation put him in the process of constantly exercising his mental power. Tezuka's mental power was like the tide hitting the wall, breaking through the confinement unstoppably and without hesitation.

Tezuka clenched the racket in his hand, and didn't let go even when he was in a daze just now, his body had already made a choice for him in advance.

Sight, hearing, touch, deprived senses are recovering from slow to fast.

At the moment when he was freed from the confinement, Tezuka didn't think about anything, joy, unwillingness, impatience, confusion... All emotions were emptied at this moment, he didn't think about anything, only the yellow ball in his eyes.

Then, relying on the ball feel accumulated so far, he raised his hand and swung the racket.

He received the ball, raised his hand and swung the racket without much thought, and Tezuka, who had no energy to stay, showed what he had learned from Houshan at this moment.

The tennis ball was deformed due to the huge force, tearing the air from the opposite side, as if wrapped in a golden light like lightning, it swept towards Yukimura.

Yukimura reached out to catch it, but under the huge pressure, his arm numb, his hand loosened, the racket flew out and hit the foot of the stool where the clothes were placed.

And that tennis ball, like the setting sun at the end of the day, hit the ground hard, within half an inch of the bottom line.

Tezuka's ball control is still stable in this situation.

The sphere was wrapped in smoke, spinning rapidly on the ground until it left a black crater mark, then quickly bounced and hit the wall, leaving a crack like a spider web around the sphere.

A loud bang.

A tennis ball had a hole in the wall.

The crowd watching the battle burst into gasps and exclamations in unison.

Is this Tezuka's strength? !

Liu was stunned for a moment. He had never regretted being a referee and not being able to record the data as he does now, but he still reported the score competently: "15-30!"

Survival from nowhere.

Yukimura picked up the beat and laughed, that irreplaceable, thrilling excitement, and his heartbeat weaved into music playing in his mind.

This game is really exciting!

He raised his racket: "Let's fight, Tezuka!"

The game isn't over yet.