[True luck] My young taming is too lax!

In many people's minds, head-to-head confrontation is a very contradictory thing.

On the one hand, you will think that if you win, it is best to win brightly and magnanimously, and on the other hand, you will secretly think that you are lucky when your opponent is not in a good state.

Similarly, if the opponent is too strong, when you know that you can't win with all your strength, maybe you should take this opportunity to keep yourself, in order not to lose too embarrassingly, give up fighting with all your strength, and leave yourself a comfort excuse.

Irie felt a bit of pain because he had such a thought, but this is the nature of human beings, and he knew it very well.He looked at the boy who was still insisting on fighting two opponents in the frontcourt, and he was a little puzzled why this person would be willing to partner with him.

He won't understand that his teammates outside the field are discussing this data-aggressive game, and he just keeps up with Atobu's rhythm silently, as if being pushed by something.

On the other hand, Yukimura didn't know that at the beginning of this match, Chi, his junior who was only particularly keen in tennis, had a familiar sense of sight.In the battle situation observed by Yukimura at this time, just as Sanada said, with QP as the command center, Tezuka is targeting the blind spot of cooperation between Atobe and Irie.He has great ball control and knows Atobu very well. Even though it is obvious that each of them has changed and improved now, his playing habits for many years will not change.

Yukimura found that Tezuka's style of play was clearly targeted.Although QP's data will point more to Irie-this senior has obvious disadvantages in terms of strength and size-Tezuka is obviously more willing to feed Atobe the ball to ensure the rhythm of the two of them.Just like they had appeared in the All-Battle field a few months ago, they fell into a physical see-saw unknowingly, only interspersed with QP's change-line score in the middle.

This pattern is not uncommon in doubles.Usually one person sets the pace, while the other player watches the timing and movement of the opponent to make key points.However, if he wants to cooperate with his partner in such a short period of time, it is clear that QP's data has also perfectly studied Tezuka.

Yukimura once thought about Tezuka's treatment in the German team.At the beginning of the exhibition match, I also saw the dispute between Seyfried and Tezuka.He was a little worried that this young man who had fought in the past would be hindered in a foreign country because of his identity as an oriental, but he was relieved when he saw Borg's appreciation for him.

Yukimura was even more frustrated when he ran into Tezuka in the hospital because he knew too well how the injured players felt.Now that they are both free from their injuries, maybe when they are on the road to tennis again, it is also a comfort that their former patients can also be unfettered.

"It seems that Tezuka is also good in the German team." Sanada whispered to him, "His future professional network will obviously start in Germany. Have you heard of his club?"

Yukimura shook his head, "Just like the two of us didn't sign a contract, this World Cup is also a test. After the game, maybe we will become real opponents with him."

He squinted his eyes to observe the rising score again, and frowned, "QP didn't use any effort at all, he was just giving Tezuka an optimal practice environment." Irie, unable to move in the field, "Leaving the backcourt to Tezuka and Atobe, it is very likely that the trick has evolved again."

"Except for Tezuka Teru who is showing his power, he probably won't show his real evolution in the exhibition match." Sanada pursed his lips, "Their current tactic is to destroy the cooperation between Irie-senpai and Atobe, so that they can't attack. Compared with being broken by a trick, having no chance to use a trick at all is the most uncomfortable."

At this time, the court is no longer like Yanagi and Kirihara's doubles as Yukimura discovered before.Although Tezuka is not as strong as QP, he does not trust his partner as wholeheartedly as Akaya.At present, he is maintaining a see-saw rhythm with Atobe, scoring successively with the assistance of his teammates.

"Atobe has no way to get rid of Tezuka's maneuvering in the field. To some extent, QP has indeed sealed Irie's ability, making the game a two-on-one."

Yukimura sighed softly, "Irie-san is a senior after all, and he has indeed considered deeper issues."

Sanada folded his arms in disapproval and replied, "I think Atobe will be grateful for your approach."

Yukimura turned to look at him.

"The feeling of wanting to fight the old enemy with all your strength, even if Irie-senpai can understand it, he can't empathize with it. Do you remember what Atobe said to you before the game?"

Yukimura recalled what he had said about Atobe when they entered the arena.

——Do you really want to fight him again, Atobe?

—I have been waiting for him for a long time.

"...'As long as my partner doesn't hold me back.'" Yukimura repeated in a low voice, and subconsciously raised his head to stare at the blond boy in the arena, "Did he already know...Even so, he still accepted Senior Irie as himself partner."

"He is also waiting, this is a real desperate situation. Maybe he has reached the bottleneck, and he must go through quite humiliating stimulation to overcome himself."

Sanada looked at the people on the court seriously, as if he was talking about his own affairs seriously, "Losing is very important. If I hadn't played with you all the year round and knew how far I was from my goal, I might have stopped a long time ago .”

No matter how painful and unbearable the current suppressed state is, Atobe will swallow it all, and then turn these emotions into the basic salary of the battle, and pay back a hundred times in the next battle.

"Compared to the unwillingness to lose to the same person, it may be more uncomfortable to lose in front of a former defeated opponent."

Listening to the words of the people around him, Yukimura gradually let go of his worries.He is now a little thankful that this is the scene of an exhibition game, which allows Atobe to have the opportunity to face his former opponents without feeling guilty or under pressure.And it was not only his partner Irie, who was also in trouble, who provided this opportunity for Atobe, but also coach Mifune who proposed this list.

Yukimura turned his head to the side and back. Despite his weird attire, the strong old man still showed off his aura, sitting in the auditorium like a man who didn't fit in with the stadium.Yukimura couldn't comment on the head coach. He hasn't communicated with coach Mifune so far, so he doesn't know the purpose of that person's plan.

No one knows what this person, who has more influence than all the coaches in the hotel and can make Mr. Tsuruoka boast, sees through those eyes.

The game finally ended with the last ball landing.Yukimura didn't see the one-sided score difference he was worried about. The same score as Fuji Watanabe's doubles in the first set is now reversed. In this 5-7 loss, no one even used a unique move except Tezuka. , and Irie Tracebu, who had been sealed from beginning to end, seemed almost to burn his anger on his face.

Even Tezuka wasn't happy about it.He really wants to play against Atobe, but there are too few parts that can be freely played in doubles. Not only the opponent, but also himself is firmly in the hands of QP's tactics.

"The trace department..."

All he wanted to say was blocked in his throat, and the blond boy on the opposite side lowered his face, staring at himself with cold eyes.

Atobe didn't say a word, and didn't even look at the "perfect quality" staff officer.This "practice match" made him feel that he was completely used by his opponent as a warm-up tool. He neither saw Tezuka's true ability nor showed his own strength. Even Irie and QP did not play at their true level.The game felt like a sabotage mission, and it was disappointingly underwhelming compared to the performances of Fuji and Watanabe in the first doubles.

He tried his best to suppress his anger, shook hands politely, and then walked back to the sidelines, stuffed the racket into the tennis bag, and silently carried it on his back to leave the court.

"Where are you going?"

The blocking of his teammates did not stop Atobe.This game made him feel ashamed. Even without senior Irie's release, the staff officer of the German team silently told everyone that in front of them, no one would be looked down upon.

Yukimura didn't try to stop him from leaving either.Even if Atobe is forced to stay, that person has no intention of watching the battle. It is better to let him calm down and understand what he really should break through.

"Let him go." Yukimura smiled gently, and stretched out his hand to stop Irie who was about to catch up. "We won't need him to worry about the next game."

He took out his racket and adjusted the black wristband on his right arm.He didn't even take off the coat that was draped over his shoulders, and stood up with a relaxed expression.

Arrogance is not the prerogative of the German team.

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The man who stood up from the seat of the Black Legion had an extremely trustworthy appearance.Germany's main player Borg, bald, tall, 17-year-old boy has a near-perfect adult body.Whether it is from the perspective of racial and physical advantages or professional network experience, it is obvious that there is a natural distance between [-]% of the players in this World Cup.

"Borg will actually play an exhibition game. Isn't this list too grand?"

"I'm afraid I originally wanted to give the World Cup a bad start. It's amazing that the Japanese team can win a game."

"But you can't win this doubles one. That's Borg. Who else can they send against him?"

Despite hearing such comments, Yukimura did not change his face in the slightest.He glanced at the teammates around him. Obviously, except those guys from Lihai, no one could show a trace of relief on their faces.

The teenagers of the Japanese team couldn't help swallowing when they looked at the two people standing up on the seats beside them.Tokugawa and Yukimura, these two people can also play doubles...?

No, it's better to say that if the Japanese team's strongest and most suitable doubles player is selected, it will only be the two of them, right?

"The opponent's junior is A. Frankensteiner, known as a tennis robot." Liu put down the tablet in his hand, and recited the information in his mind to Yukimura, "Borg has experienced many battles. I am firm, I am afraid that I am resistant to mental tricks, and Frankensteiner is also unusual. The German team probably expected that you will play in the doubles first, so they chose Frankensteiner."

"I don't think the other party has considered our candidates for the battle." Yukimura pursed his lips, rubbing the black wristband on his right hand, "We are completely underestimated, Renji."

Liu looked at him puzzled.

Yukimura didn't answer his doubts, but asked in a meaningful way, "How is your recent research going?"

"...It didn't go well, but does it have anything to do with the opponent?" Liu raised his eyebrows.

Yukimura smiled and prepared to play with his racket in his hand, "Observe the two opponents carefully in this game, maybe it will help you."

Before Liu could understand the meaning of Yukimura's words, he heard the voice on the radio reminding the players to come on stage.He watched his friend wearing a coat, following the black-haired Tokugawa with a relaxed look without pressure, and walked into the arena.

The audience who noticed the two players from the Japanese team also opened their eyes wide in surprise.When the main player of the German team played, the Japanese team did not send a high school student captain. Is it to hide their strength, or did they give up the victory at all?

They carefully looked at the two teenagers who had no advantage in stature.The one with black hair is indeed taller and bigger, only a little thinner than Borg, but also much better than his partner.The slender purple-haired boy was the thinnest of the four contestants, and the robust Frankensteiner stood opposite him, making the boy look like a delicate and fragile crystal doll.

"...I actually just saw him at this time, this kid is more beautiful than the junior high school captain of the Japanese team!"

"I've seen his introduction, this one seems to be better than that captain."

"Does he not take off his coat?"

With the signal for the start of the game, the auditorium slowly fell silent.The game started by the German team will obviously be controlled by the opponent at the beginning.Yukimura stood on the center line and calmly stared at the tall opponent diagonally opposite. The boy named Frankensteiner had a terrifying appearance comparable to that in the novel. His trimmed short hair outlined the angular head features. He and Yukimura were on the Internet The front position makes people seem to see the strongest contrast in aesthetics.

Compared with the audience who cared about the beauty of the players, Yukimura on the field did not comment on the opponent's facial features at all.He carefully looked at Frankensteiner's limbs and muscles, staring at the opponent's eyes as if he had locked on the target, and didn't pay much attention to another famous professional tennis player.

Frankensteiner knew how terrifying this man was.He had listened carefully to QP yesterday to analyze the frightening spiritual power of this player named Yukimura. However, in the German tennis world that pursues offensive power, mental power is not yet recognized as a top style.

The person diagonally opposite is in the same class as Frankensteiner, but looks several years younger than him.Even from the perspective of Western aesthetics, he is a very delicate and beautiful boy, which made him feel a little underestimated.No matter how strong his mental strength is, this Yukimura's physical fitness has established his tennis limit. He can't play strong attack and gravity. He looks too thin, so he has no advantage in physical fitness. Maybe choosing to study mental strength is a helpless choice.

As long as the body is strong and can play with a strong attack, who would be willing to take the road of mental strength?

He snorted coldly and raised the corners of his mouth, and there seemed to be a trace of sympathy in his eyes, looking at the purple-haired boy.He exchanged glances with Yukimura as if on purpose, and was also satisfied that the boy's face had sunk.

No matter how powerful your mental power is, it cannot affect me.

Frankensteiner smiled inwardly.

Yukimura squinted his eyes, and saw the undisguised emotion in the eyes of this strong opponent.He really wanted to lament the opponent's stupidity, but it's not bad to leave an unforgettable memory for this person when they meet for the first time.

The corners of his eyes were bent, his face was calm, and he didn't seem to be affected by the opponent's ridicule.Out of the corner of his eye, Borg in the opposite backcourt was throwing up a tennis ball and started the game.Borg's movements are very crisp and beautiful. His tennis is not any sloppy or eye-catching gorgeous tricks. He always has the upper hand with absolute technique and basic attack. Therefore, this one is very standard, a high-speed flat attack, technically It is not difficult to capture, but the speed far exceeds Tokugawa's imagination.

Although the starting lineup showed such a foundation, Tokugawa wasn't too surprised.If it is a three-set doubles system, Tokugawa may still have concerns, but a six-set single-set win or loss, without worrying about time, he can use "black holes" to dismantle moves at the beginning.

I saw the swing that was so fast that the naked eye couldn't catch it, and the black-haired boy drew a few black shadows behind him that made people rub their eyes.People looked intently, as if there was some hidden shadow in a different space surrounding Tokugawa in an arc. Borg's serve almost plunged into it, and obediently stopped inside without moving.

The boy's gaze was so steady that it was almost ice-cold. He didn't need to give any explanation, this counterattack was the best answer.The "black hole", which can stop all balls, hit Borg's high-speed serve in his first appearance in this world arena.Before people had time to be surprised, the ball that flew back to the opposite field was overtaken by another person.

Frankensteiner jumped up in the air, he was tall, and his smash when he swung his racket was also extremely terrifying.In such a short distance, the ball almost slammed into Yukimura's feet so fast that it was almost impossible to react.But what happened next was the real surprise...

The obviously purple-haired boy calmly moved around to block the rebound of the smash, and simply counterattacked a cross that hit the sideline beautifully, but Frankensteiner seemed to be blind, with his face He waited on the spot with a smug expression, as if he was listening to the announcement of the smash.

Borg was still in the backcourt on the other side, completely unaware that Frankensteiner's defensive area would leak the ball for no reason.He could only watch helplessly as the ball flew across the right half of the court and hit the baseline.

"0:15!"

Something flashed quickly in Borg's eyes, and he reminded aloud, "Frankensteiner, watch the ball!"

The tall and strong boy blinked, as if being pulled back by something, he slowly regained his sanity.He frowned and turned his head to stare at the landing point, then turned back in a daze to look at the opposite point where he thought he had scored, and it took him a while to react.

"Did you have a dream of a successful smash?"

The boy on the opposite side held the racket and tapped it lightly on the palm of his left hand.He straightened his upper body, his face was as gentle and calm as ever, as if he hadn't used any terrifying spiritual illusions on his opponent just now.He didn't even use Japanese, but a fluent English accent, like a noble prince with a battle robe on his shoulders, waving a sharp knife in his hand, and the words in his mouth satirized the enemy who was still defiant just now.

Frankensteiner swallowed, and for the first time felt fear of spiritual power from the bottom of his heart.