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

The training during this period is based on the basics instead. Germany's elite training does not let them relax in any aspect, and the basics are also the top priority.

This coincides with Tezuka's own training core.

How much Tezuka pays attention to the basics, you can tell from the fact that Lihai dare not relax his usual running practice day after day.

Even Yukimura, who is still doing camp training, doesn't allow the subordinates to slack off.

Yukimura also mentioned this when communicating with Tezuka.

"Don't worry, there will be no dead ends here." Tezuka was a little concerned about the vague shouting on the other end of Yukimura's phone, which seemed to be the voices of Yagyu and Marui.

"Ah, I'll leave it to you, Yukimura."

Yukimura hung up the phone and looked at Marui Yagyu, who was lying on the ground and seemed to have no strength. Mouri on the opposite side shook his beat with a relaxed look, and Yamashita Yu began to preach very reliably: "There are three rounds in the high school game. I can't last a round with a little stamina, and it's useless to be fierce before..."

Marui and Yagyu supported each other to get up, Kuwahara was in a hurry on the sidelines just now, and was taken away by Takahashi Sosuke, and the main reserve players were also thrown to practice with Nakamura-senpai for basic practice, and then they will line up for the game.

Now only Yukimura and Yoshizawa Kappei are left next to them.

"Is there anything you want to say, Yoshizawa-senpai?" Yukimura tilted his head.

"For sure." Yoshizawa scratched the side of his face, "You are very happy to dominate our group of seniors for sixteen consecutive times, especially seniors Yamashita, and Mao Li who missed watching the game for a long time, so we are really happy. Thank you so much for doing so much for the tennis club..."

Yoshizawa Kappei selectively ignores what troubles his emotional emails have caused Tezuka.

They looked at the junior and junior teams who were competing, and Yoshizawa's voice also stabilized with his emotions: "It's not just Yagyu and the others, you have also worked hard recently, Yukimura, for the three consecutive championships?"

He scratched his head and seemed to be still organizing his words, Yukimura seemed to have guessed what he wanted to say.

"This is what it should be, senior, we are all members of the Lihai Tennis Club." Yukimura smiled, "And I am the minister, and this is my responsibility."

"It's not just this! You've been overtired recently, too, Tezuka, and they too. You guys have really worked too hard recently... The national competition is very important, but it's okay to relax once in a while, and, Aren't our seniors here too?"

Ji Ze felt numb and clenched his fists uncomfortably: "Senior Yamashita and the others want to say, I will also do it for them."

"Then thank you all, seniors."

The German training mode is very suitable for him, Tezuka thought, his strength seems to have improved again in just a few days, but it is also because Mr. Polk is willing to compete with him.

"Take a break, Guoguang."

Polk threw a bottle of water over, Tezuka caught it, thanked him and unscrewed it: "Okay."

Today's original plan should be the same as before. In addition to the basic training, it is a practice match. His opponent is usually Polk.

Contrary to what outsiders imagined, the match between him and Polk was not only a mutual test at the beginning, but more complicated moves or realms were left behind in the match, and tennis was truly defined as an activity that only needs to score more points than the opponent.

However, in this regard, Tezuka also saw how far the top professional players represented by Polk have come.

There is also a boundary between professional players, and the gap between ordinary professional players and real top players cannot be overstated.

Consciousness, speed, rhythm... all must be one step faster, otherwise he will be defeated immediately.

Tezuka is well aware of this.

But he didn't waver, or he didn't have the heart to think about it. He loved tennis and regarded it as a lifelong pursuit. Once he got caught up in the game, he wouldn't allow himself to think about anything other than tennis and victory.

This is his awareness.

Polke expended more energy than yesterday, and he also unceremoniously let Tezuka see his stunt - "baptism of the vortex"

Although Tezuka received the ball, the string of the racket seemed to be distorted by the tennis ball at an astonishing speed, forming a swirl shape, and the force from the racket made him almost unable to grasp the handle.

Tezuka gritted his teeth and persisted, but was abruptly driven by the strength to take a few steps back.

"boom--!"

The racket flew out of his hand and the tennis ball hit his feet, declaring the score.

An ordinary ball move can become a lethal move as long as it is fast enough and strong enough. This is what Tezuka taught Kirihara.

Tezuka has been relying on his mastery of spin skills and precise ball control to get to this point. He saw the jackknife match between Momoshiro Atobe and thought about whether he would encounter the same situation, but unexpectedly, this day was more difficult than he imagined. had to come sooner.

Tezuka subconsciously grasped his wrist, the tennis ball just now was not only spinning with the strength of the racket, it seemed to twist his wrist as well.

Tezuka picked up the racket, and Polk strolled across the court, as if he didn't sweat much. Unlike his zero style, the baptism of this vortex seems to be simply using the rotation and power to the extreme.

Just how to break it, the heart beat wildly in his chest, clearly showing that he was going to be over excited at the moment.

Are you scared?he asked himself.

No, it's more about anticipation.

Polk still used this trick for the next ball, the racket hit the ball, the tennis ball was deformed due to the huge force, the unpleasant sound of friction with the air swept through the smoke and spread around, and rushed towards Tezuka with a terrifying momentum.

Tezuka raised his arm fearlessly, judging that the ball quickly caught the tennis ball, the strength from his arm told him that the ball was beyond his tolerance, he fought hard, the tennis ball could not counteract the shaking rotation not only It was the racket string, and even his wrist was forcibly twisted half a circle.

Tezuka lost in the end, the racket flew out, and Polk scored again.

As expected, this trick is just like the name, like a vortex in the sea that will suck in and shatter all the people who approach, and the hope of victory.

Tezuka lowered his body to pick up the racket, and found that his arm was faintly numb, which was the side effect of catching the ball just now. He clenched his fist hard, and then slowly released it, and stopped until the muscles stopped trembling. .

Polk was satisfied with his desperate spirit, but it was not enough.

Tezuka returned to the bottom line, let out a long breath, the brown hair that was soaked in sweat stuck to his forehead, he didn't have time to take care of it, he resumed his catching posture, his eyes behind the glasses were sharp and stern.

He wants to win.

He was very lucky, the professional player he met at the beginning was Polk, but he was also very unlucky, he met the top level Polk before he stepped into the world class.

Tezuka didn't know what other people thought, but he was very glad that he came here.

He saw what the world looked like, even if it was cruel and real, like walking in the boundless wilderness against the wind and snow, but Tezuka's intuition told him that as long as he persisted, he could see new scenery.

It's like a huge door that blocks everyone's way, and only a few people can push the door open.

And Tezuka Kunimitsu has been staying outside the door for a long time, the door has been opened a crack, the light and the scenery on the other side of the door seep through the crack, and it is close in front of us.

This game is completely over with one goal left.

This is his last chance.

Tezuka gripped the racquet with both hands, Polk raised his arms, and the tennis ball spun wildly on his string, as if twisted into a vortex.

Tezuka took a step, held the racket with both hands, leaned forward, and firmly blocked the ball on the racket.

If it is a spin that cannot be counteracted, then he will use a stronger spin to cover it.

He turned his body half a circle, turned the racket, and with both hands, he hit the tennis ball suddenly, and the tennis ball ran through the court like a shooting star, leaving only afterimages.

I want to win! ! !He roared in his heart.

Polke stopped, and he suddenly felt a little dizzy. The bystanders couldn't detect it, but as Tezuka's opponent, he really felt the oppressive momentum and the hidden crisis.

He was swept by the ice and snow storm in a trance, and there was a snow mountain in front of him, towering upright, and the daunting height deeply told him a fact that he couldn't cross it, and he might not even be able to survive in this environment.

wrong!

Polk's eyes froze, he took a step back, raised his arms and swung the tennis ball violently. He missed the best time, but caught up with amazing speed and reflexes.

The tennis ball hit the net and flew high. Tezuka had already jumped up, and he slammed down the tennis ball according to the strength. He held the ball, even though the rotation of the ball was unexpected, making his arms tremble faintly.

Changing to holding the racket with both hands in time, not only the strength, but also the momentum is even more terrifying. Tezuka didn’t catch the ball, panting on the spot, sweat blurred his vision, Polk vaguely saw other shadows behind him, and Tezuka didn't seem to notice.

The game is over.

"Thank you for your advice." Tezuka bowed his head in thanks.

His body was as heavy as a serious illness, and Tezuka was in a trance. The feeling of losing was really uncomfortable. His tennis career was not smooth, and he did not encounter any major crises. The ups and downs he encountered would be overcome soon. But, then he went higher and higher all the way, fell badly at a high place, and fell to the bottom of the valley.

Polk came over to shake his hand: "You have improved again, and your potential is always beyond my imagination."

He looked at Tezuka, this amazing junior, he knew that Tezuka's intention was to be a professional player, and they would become rivals sooner or later, but he also didn't want Tezuka to become obsessed with him.

Fortunately, Tezuka quickly adjusted himself. He was more exhausted in this game than in the previous game. His legs and feet were weak, and his arms were numb. He didn't know that he had just pushed the door open, but now he felt it from the bottom of his heart. Thanks to Polk for his teaching and hard work during this time.

"I'm fine, thank you for taking care of me! I'll win next time."

Polk has witnessed Tezuka's rapid growth during this period, and his love for talent has made him have unprecedented strict requirements on Tezuka. His expectations for Tezuka are not enough for ordinary professional players. OK.

"I look forward to it." Looking forward to such a future.