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"Game Second Army! 27-27!"

"Game first army! 36-35!"

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"Game Second Army! 45-45!"

Nioh's arm was already red and swollen, but Mori and Ochi's attacks did not stop, and Atobe's state did not recover, so as long as the score fell behind, he would not hesitate to activate "Phantom of Tezuka".

Under this stalemate, the scores of the two sides rose alternately, and the gap could not be widened for a long time.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Nioh's condition is very poor. He has been unable to maintain the image of "Tezuka" several times. Its roughness cannot be concealed.

But his eyes were always firm and unyielding, even in the face of such heavy pressure, he was still calm and calm.

The scene on the court has turned upside down compared to a few 10 minutes ago. Atobe kept dissuading him from using "Phantom", but Nioh insisted on doing so.

Also shocked were the members of Qingxue who knew Tezuka's character very well.

"It's like seeing the real Minister Tezuka." Kikumaru said in disbelief.

"Not good, if the game time is prolonged, the burden on his elbow will be even greater." Just watching the game, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Don't be Nioh like this! If you continue to fight, your arm will be broken!" Kawamura Takashi shouted anxiously during the break of the game.

However, the young man turned a deaf ear to the voices on the sidelines and concentrated on the game, only seeing tennis balls in his eyes.

"It's useless, he can't stop now." Liu Sheng frowned, and said softly, "King Ren..."

"Why? Why do you have to do this?"

Tezuka's old injury due to the national competition has always been a thorn in the hearts of everyone in Qingxue. Looking at Nioh who seems to be masturbating himself, he thinks of Minister Tezuka back then.

"This guy……"

On the court, Atobe felt a little bit of regret in his heart. He initially invited Nioh to form a doubles partner. He really liked the opponent's ability to deceive. At the beginning of the invitation, he laughed and said that they must be the strongest doubles team.

But he didn't expect... Nioh would persist to this extent.

He also couldn't tell whether it was from Nio's own willpower or his obsession with deception.

Facing such a teammate, every word of persuasion is so weak, it seems to belittle him.

"Nio, have you even imitated Tezuka's spirit..."

"Game Second Army! 49-48!"

Hearing the referee's report, Su Tang bowed his head again.

"Has it been half an hour?" Yukimura asked sideways.

"Ok?"

"Susu has looked at her watch three times." Yukimura gestured to the watch on her left wrist.

Su Tang put his hand on the low wall of the stand and tapped his fingers twice, "It has been more than 40 minutes since the start of the tie-break."

"This first set is not over yet." Yukimura looked up at the sky, the sun was getting higher and higher, the atmosphere at the scene was warm and dignified, and even the autumn wind couldn't blow it away.

"The last time U-17 saw such a difficult tie-break, it should be the one between Atobe and Irie."

"Yes," Su Tang moved the corner of his mouth helplessly, "Although it doesn't seem very good to say that, but once the upper part is involved, the game seems to be out of control, and it will develop in the direction of a protracted battle."

"Are you going to stop the game?" Yukimura glanced at Su Tang's erratic tapping fingers, sensing her hesitation and anxiety.

"Wait a little longer," said Su Tang, and glanced at his watch again, "If you interrupt them now, you may have regrets, King Ren's hand... I will always pay attention."

"To be honest, I never thought Nioh would do this for the sake of the team..."

Yukimura couldn't think of adjectives for a while, seeing his former teammates sweating profusely, even if they couldn't maintain the surface phantom, they still wanted to play "Phantom" with their "real body", and their blue-purple eyes were full of emotion.

"He has such a lazy personality on weekdays, but he is absolutely serious about 'fraud'..."

Su Tang couldn't help closing his eyes, and took a deep breath to calm down, but it was just this wrong eye——

"what!"

After an uncontrollable cry of pain, the silver-haired boy suddenly knelt down on the ground, clutching his left arm and knees, shaking with pain.

"Nio!" Atobe yelled and was about to go over, but thought of something while moving, and suddenly looked back, Ochi was standing in front of the net and ready to hit the ball.

"Cut! The ball is not dead yet..." He gritted his gums, stepped on the ground, turned around and ran to the point where the ball fell and chose to catch the ball.

This is an opportunity for Renwang to exchange his own arm...he must seize the opportunity!

"what!"

The tennis ball was hit back by Atobe, quickly caught by Ochi, and then hit back, again by Mori... He ran desperately between the courts, dealing with Mori and Ochi with his own strength.

"Now I don't know whether I should stop the game." Su Tang was taken aback, looked at Nioh who couldn't get up, and Atobe who was exhausted, shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Just wait and see." Yukimura reassured.

"You're the first person I've seen to recover so quickly from being under pressure." Ochi calmly admired him, but he didn't hesitate to move his hands.

Atobe gave a "hum" to his evaluation and didn't appreciate it, but when he was about to fight back on the Internet, his calf muscles suddenly twitched, and the tingling feeling passed through his whole leg like an electric current, which caught him off guard and squatted on the ground.

"Well!"

But the place where he stopped was exactly on the necessary route of the tennis ball, and the speeding tennis ball went straight to his face!

"Wait!" "Flash opening department!" "Minister!"

The teenagers on the sidelines stood up abruptly and yelled for Atobe to get out of the way, but he couldn't react in such a short time, even Mori and Ochi were stunned because of this sudden situation.

Just when Atobe's pupils shrank and were ready to meet the impact, a shiny metallic object flew beside him, passed directly by his side, and hit the tennis ball!

The crackling sound, accompanied by the splashing parts, exploded in front of Atobe, making him close his eyes subconsciously and dodge his head sideways. Then he opened his eyes again and saw clearly what was rolling on the ground—it was a flat.

A familiar one, but now the screen has been cracked into moiré tablets.

"..."

In the silence of the central court, Yukimura turned to look at Su Tang, who was clutching his heart and looking pained.

"It's so miserable, why can't I hold back." She muttered softly, and slapped her right hand with her left hand, as if she was annoyed at its "self-assertion" and "unbecoming".

Then he sighed again, resigned himself to the monitoring direction of the stadium, and bowed respectfully at ninety degrees to admit his mistake.

"I'm sorry, teacher, everyone, for disturbing the order of the competition without authorization! I'm sorry!"

"Susu..." Atobe looked at Su Tang from the air, thinking of U-17's punishment for interfering with the game, gritted his teeth and stood up holding the racket, frowning and said loudly, "What are you meddling with?"

Su Tang ignored his duplicity.

"..." But there was no sound from the radio in the center court, and she hesitated to move.

"It seems that the coaches didn't blame you." Yukimura Wensheng held her shoulders and helped her up.

"Is...is that so?" Su Tang scratched his cheek, considering the principles of the teachers, he didn't quite believe it.

The referee buckled the mic and read out the score: "Due to the interference outside the court, the goal just now was still won by the first team..."

"Wait a minute," Ochi bent over to pick up the tennis ball that Su Tang's paddle hit just now, "this ball can be considered effective."

"Huh?" The referee was puzzled, "But..."

"Forget it," Mao Li put the racket on his shoulders and said with a smile, "We almost hurt someone, and we are also very flustered."

"Okay..." Since they didn't care, the referee didn't care.

"Gamewonby Second Army! One set is over! The Atobe Nioh team leads 7-6!"

"Prepare for the second set!"

It wasn't until the end of the score reading that Coach Kurobe's voice came from the center court broadcast.

"According to the regulations of the U-17 training camp, students will be withdrawn from the training camp for violations such as interfering with the game. In view of Su Tang's status as a non-student, his teaching assistant work will be suspended, above."

Su Tang: "..."

"Hehe," Yukimura patted the top of her hair with a light smile, and teased, "The coaches really dote on you openly, Susu."

"Ah..." Su Tang couldn't help but feel a little hot, facing everyone's stares, his eyes wandered.

Having said that, it is really embarrassing and a little... embarrassing to broadcast it like this.

Since this punishment is the same as a holiday, why say it?

This is actually the punishment of the teachers.

Su Tang complained in his heart and watched the game again.

"The second set begins!"

"Is it okay, Nioh?" Atobe heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the broadcast, and looked at his teammates who got up with concern.

"Puri~ I have to give up here," King Ni twitched at the corner of his mouth, his figure changed, and Qingyue's boyish voice sounded, "It's still early!"

"Wow!" Kintaro jumped up and waved his hands at the Ryoma in front of him, excited as if he was watching a movie, "Ahead! This time it's you~"

"Why?" Echizen sat up straight puzzled, watching the situation on the field seriously.

The first game of the Second Army was Nioh's serve game.

After the silver-haired boy "transformed", he stood directly on the baseline and changed the racket to his right hand.

As soon as he swung the racket to hit the tennis ball, Echizen immediately recognized it, "My right-handed outspin serve?"

"Ah yes! Senior Nioh's right hand is not injured yet," Kirihara clenched his fist to cheer up the field, "You can still use this hand to decide the outcome!"

"His right hand is not injured..." Su Tang murmured, scanning King Ren's body, raised his left hand, and followed the second hand around, silently counting the time.

The smarter reaction to the field is also quick. With his height and long legs, he can move freely on the baseline without much effort. When he straddles his long legs, he can follow the arc angle of the tennis ball to find a suitable position to catch the ball.

"Beautiful, but not too much of a catch."

"Bang!" The green ball hit the middle of Nioh and Atobe at high speed.

"0-15!"

This should have been Nioh's catch.

Hearing the score report, Atobe stopped on the spot and turned his head to look, only to find that the silver-haired boy had fallen in front of the net at some point. Even so, he was struggling to support himself. Stare at that tennis ball.

"Damn it, it's still early..."

Atobe stood there in shock. The long game time had reduced his energy and insight. He realized at this time that it was difficult for Nio to even stand, but he, but he just acted nonchalantly. Get up and serve!

"King Ren..."

Atobe closed his eyes hard, walked over to help him to the sidelines, so as not to accidentally injure him with the tennis ball, and then faced the offensive of Mori and Ochi alone with difficulty.

"Game first army! 5-0!"