Draw a card? Draw a card? !

"It's dangerous! It's an ordinary serve." Maori exclaimed and leaned back, facing the tennis ball suddenly bouncing off the ground, and hit it back with a backhand.

Not Zero?

"Okay, Nioh, you've done a good job, leave the rest to me!" Atobe was keenly aware of something from this ball, and took the lead to catch the ball before Nioh.

The tennis ball went straight for Moori's racket, hitting the handle in front of his right hand.

Maoli was caught off guard and was forced to let go, the racket fell, but the tennis ball flew back to the top of the opponent's court by the rebound force - Atobe, who had already jumped up and waited in the air, immediately swung the racket and smashed the ball!

"Ah, your flaws have been exposed!"

"boom--"

"Towards the Escape of Frustration!"

Accompanied by the boy's proud declaration, the tennis ball hit Maori's side almost vertically, and then slid out against the ground, splashing a piece of tiny sparks!

"Game Second Army! 5-5!"

The referee announced loudly that the game was a draw, but Atobe's expression was not very relaxed. He turned around and looked at Nioh who was covering his left arm, knowing that the zero serve would be impossible.

"The next step is to decide the outcome, you must break the opponent's serve!"

In the opening game that followed, Atobe relied on his dynamic vision, which had adapted to high speed, to barely catch up with Ochi's Mach's serve, but he was always a step behind when he returned.

Tennis balls flew back and forth between the courts, and the two sides started a tug-of-war.

Su Tang took the medicine and went back to the junior high school stand, observed the situation on the field, instead of sitting down and continuing to analyze the data, he stood in the front row and waited for the end of the game.

"Susu's attitude means that this game will end soon?" Yukimura has gradually figured out her habit of watching games on the spot, only analyzing what is necessary, accurate, or what she is interested in, while Comprehensive records are no longer made.

"Almost." Su Tang admitted bluntly.

on the field.

"If the two of you have more strength, the outcome of this round is really uncertain." Maori defended against the sweaty Atobe.

"Huh?" Atobe lowered his head slightly, sweat kept running down his cheeks, flowing through the corners of his curved mouth, and then dripping from his sharp jaw, "Someone seems to be talking nonsense?"

The sound of heavy running sounded from behind, and the wind from the vigorous swing blew the short purple-gray hair into chaos. Then, a small green ball whizzed past Atobe with a force twice its own size!

The boy raised a triumphant smile ahead of time.

"Huh? Huadi?!" In the stands, the eyes of the Ice Empress and the crowd were looking back and forth between the Huadi beside him and the "Huadi" on the court, "No way..."

"Bang!" "Crack!" "Bang!" The sound of tennis balls and rackets hitting the ground sounded one after another.

Mori and Ochi maintained their racket swings, and looked at the racket that was knocked into the air behind them in astonishment.

"Game Second Army, 6-5! Change Court!"

"Ah, all that's left is to protect my serve, and this set will be won." Atobe happily raised the corners of his mouth, and said to Nioh who had changed from "Kakachi" to "Tezuka".

"puri~"

"Great, I finally broke Yijun's serve." Fuji's voice couldn't hide his excitement.

"But Nioh's arm..." Shiraishi also noticed the unnaturalness of that serve in the match just now.

"Huh? Is there something wrong with Senior Nioh's hand?" Kirihara didn't know why.

"No... I hope I'm overthinking." Baishi met his innocent eyes and sighed, but he didn't express his guess after all.

But Su Tang was standing in the front row and noticed that when the four passed by, Atobe met Ochi's indigo eyes, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Xin Dao, it's not Nio who is in trouble now.

"What's the matter, Atobe?" Nioh followed him and stopped.

"Ah..." Atobe came back to his senses and lowered his eyes, with a calm expression, "It's okay."

After the two sides exchanged venues, it was Atobe's serve.

Everyone thought that even if they didn't start to score, they could fight back and forth with the first army, and then look for opportunities to win from it.

But it never occurred to him that "Tannhauser's serve" would make consecutive double faults. Mori and Ochi won the next round without serving a single serve.

"Game first army! 6-6!"

"In the deciding game of the first set, the first team will serve!"

In the blink of an eye, the game entered a tie-break.

"What's going on? Atobe made double mistakes!" Xiang Ri was full of doubts, and couldn't believe that it was their minister, "Could it be that King Ren?"

"Hey, hey..." Kirihara's mouth twitched, "Don't slander us Lihaida."

"Obviously there is a problem... It's not Atobe's strength to fail to serve consecutively." Yushi Ninzu held his chin in thought, he confirmed that it was his friend, and because of this, he felt that something was wrong.

"It's pressure." Buer stared at the grey-purple-haired boy with frowning brows on the court. His rapid breathing made his body undulate, and he seemed to be exhausted.

"Stress?" Kirihara couldn't help opening his eyes wide, "Why would Atobe-senpai feel pressured?"

That was Keigo Atobe, who fought on equal terms with Tezuka and Irie-senpai, who never gave up even when he was so tired that he fell into a coma. His willpower was comparable to that of a little monster!

"People who don't feel pressure don't exist in this world." Yukimura closed his eyes and said calmly.

"It's indeed pressure." Su Tang turned on the tablet and called up a small program to show them, which was a quantitative indicator of mental pressure.

"Atobe first set a frame for himself-'the rest is to protect my serve'. This was originally just a slight pressure, but after being hinted by Ochi Moonlight's eyes, it was amplified by a large amount, making Atobe Creates a lot of pressure like 'if he loses this round he loses' or 'I have to win' or 'play well no matter what'."

"Hint in the eyes?" Yukimura looked at the tall former Head of the Hyotei Tennis Club.

Although he has short white hair, the long bangs in front of him are dyed dark blue, covering them in front of his eyes, making it impossible for people to see his inner emotions from his eyes. solid ice.

"Because of Ochi's eyesight, he lost his composure and was unable to display his normal strength in the competition. There are countless players who lost so far, so he still has a title."

Su Tang casually wrote a few words on the tablet, flipped it over and showed it to them——

"Spiritual Assassin".

"This kind of spiritual oppression does not mean that you can get rid of it if you don't want it. It is hidden in the subconscious and is not obvious, but it may emerge to affect you every moment you make a decision."

"This is the most troublesome place."

……

On the court, Atobe also knew that he had fallen into the opponent's trap, and desperately seized every opportunity to break the previous shackles, but...

Tennis balls either hit the net or go out of bounds.

And because this was a doubles match, the self-blame of dragging down his teammates invisibly added another point of pressure to him. The more Nioh persuaded him, the more upset Atobe became, and his expression became more stern.

"Cut! Don't be joking, how could I be in this kind of place..." When facing the ball from Ochi, Atobu gritted his teeth, got hot-headed, and ran to Nioh's half-court first.

"Wait, Minister!" Feng Chotaro in the stands noticed the unguarded gap behind him, and immediately got up.

"Want to snatch the ball from your partner?!" Xiang Ri also jumped up and went crazy, "Ahh, doubles is a big taboo, Minister!"

"Really?! In the state of Atobe-senpai, he will only make mistakes, right?" Kirihara stared nervously at the tennis ball that was about to hit Atobe's racket, but found that it suddenly turned a corner and flew directly to the outside of the court ,"Um?"

"boom!"

"Out! Second Army score! 6-1!"

Atobe held the racket in a daze, his wrist trembling slightly.

"...Phantom of Tezuka?" He turned his head in shock, looking at the red cyclone beside King Ni.

"Atobe, you don't have to fight anymore."

The voice of "Tezuka" resounded throughout the audience, familiar and unfamiliar, but the indifference and firmness remained unchanged. In a trance, Atobe seemed to see two figures overlapping together.

"The rest, I will call them all back!"

……

"Out! Second Army score! 6-2!"

"Out! Second Army score! 6-3!"

The scorching sun was in the sky, but the cyclone around the brown-haired boy was even more dazzling than the sunlight. Its magnetic field ejected all the tennis balls that came flying out of bounds, yet it attracted everyone's attention.

With "Phantom of Tezuka", Mori and Ochi couldn't score, and their physical strength was also greatly depleted. Although their breathing was fairly steady, their sweat couldn't stop flowing down.

The scores of the second army continued to rise, the tie-break was in full swing, and the first game of the "shuffling battle" turned out to be so difficult.

"King Ren..." Su Tang couldn't help but clenched the potion in his hand.

"It seems that the direction of the game is beyond your expectation, Susu." Yukimura also looked at the court and said softly.

"'Tezuka Field' requires a delicate spin on the tennis ball, but 'Tezuka Phantom' requires six times more spin than 'Tezuka Field', and the burden on the arm is no less than that of 'Zero Type'... "

Su Tang picked up the notebook again, with a serious expression, "I underestimated King Ren's strength."

Also underestimated his willpower.

"Out! Second Army score! 6-6!"

"Yo Xi! It was tied in an instant!" Excited, Kirihara punched the heart of his right hand with his left fist.

However, apart from his obvious happiness, Liu and the others around him all looked dignified.

Atobe was "idled" in the corner of the court, and he did not give up after calming down, carefully observing the situation on the field.After the second army scored successively, his first reaction was to put his fingers between his eyebrows, and his sharp phoenix eyes looked sideways at Nio beside him under the shadow.

Type Zero plus Phantom... This guy's elbow has already exceeded the limit!

——"Patter."

As if to confirm his conjecture, Atobe just put down his hand when he heard a soft sound.

"Ha..." King Ren stood there panting non-stop, and had already uncontrollably changed back to his "original body", his chin drooping, a secret pain flashing across his brows and eyes, his shoulders bowed slightly, his right hand unconsciously Covering his left arm, next to his feet... is his dropped racket.

"Enough, that's all."

Nioh raised his head, and Atobe calmly stood in front of him.

"Puri~ I just slipped my hand."

"You did a good job," Atobe said with comfort and persuasion, "but don't use 'Phantom' anymore, it's about your tennis career."

"Hmph," King Ni lowered his eyes, his broken hair blocked the emotion in his eyes, "Atobe, who am I now?"

Trace Department was slightly taken aback.

"If it was Tezuka Kunimitsu, he would never give up in the end." Nioh leaned over to pick up the racket, turned and walked to the net with firm eyes.

"..."

"Do you think he is a fool?" Su Tang said softly, "He knew that Tezuka's left arm was the last..."

"It's his insistence." Yukimura patted her on the head tenderly, "If it's a fool, who of us is not?"