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At that moment, Longma was dripping with cold sweat.

Oops, wouldn't her glorious doubles legend spread from schools in Tokyo to the Kanto region, and even the whole country?

However, when he heard about doubles, Nio burst into laughter, covered Ryoma's mouth without hesitation, and readily accepted the challenge from Liuliqiu Middle School.

"I'll see you at the stadium in Central Park later." He said, he reached out and grabbed her shoulder, leading her out, "Go and change clothes, deputy minister, will you be the referee?"

When Sanada passed by, he still had a stern face, and naturally he had no intention of objecting. He just nodded to King Ni and gave him a dignified look: "Take it easy."

"Understand~"

He is different from Sanada. He saw Ryoma on the train returning from Tokyo and thought it was fun to watch Sanada's jokes, so he followed him. Not only did he have a racket, but he also brought his sportswear, so he can play at any time.Besides, this kind of opponent doesn't need Sanada's turn to make a move.

Hey, after a long rest, let's warm up.

Nioh was in a good mood, but Ryoma was not. He dragged him outside the locker room, hesitated for a while, and still felt the need to vaccinate him: "I'm good at doubles."

"Don't panic, it's not a big problem. Didn't you win before?" the old god Renwang replied, with a sly smile on his always unpredictable face.

She wanted to say that before, they were just opponents of ordinary participating schools in the regional qualifiers, and they were still far behind the national competition level...

"Okay," he pressed Ryoma's shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand, he rolled the braid around his fingers a few times and threw it behind his head, with a tone of everything under control, full of confidence, "When the time comes, you Just listen to me."

……

Snapped--

"Forty to zero!"

"Nio-Echizen, leading, the score is two to zero!"

……

"It's too much!" The Liuliqiu players on the side of the court were stunned, "Is there such a doubles?!"

"That first grader is too perverted!"

The two Liuliqiu players in the field were also panting and gnashing their teeth.Although I said I had some other intentions and didn't expect to win... But it's too shameful for two people to be slapped by a rookie like this!Damn, they have to be taught a lesson.

The player who served came to the bottom line of the court, threw the ball high, hit it with a vigorous swing, and shouted: "Let me teach you what doubles is!"

The high-speed serve flew towards the backcourt. Ryoma could have caught up with a few more steps, but he saw that the trajectory of the ball changed extremely quickly. Thinking of Nioh's reminder, he shook the racket symbolically to miss the ball, and then turned back. look behind.

In the first few minutes, Nioh was walking back and forth leisurely in the backcourt, with almost no effort. Ryoma only left him some lobs, and he was a technical player, so he would never give the opponent any chance. It is the ability to hit the ball back in a more subtle way.

And now, Liu Liqiu shifted his target to himself, which was also within his expectation.

Want to break through one by one?

Niwang smiled slightly, and after hitting the ball back, he bowed slowly, lowered the racket, and his eyes froze.At that moment, his lazy and unscrupulous aura disappeared, and he completely changed into another appearance.

——"Damn it!"

The two opponents looked at the direction where the ball flew back and were dumbfounded for a moment.

"How did you become a different person?"

That's right, when Ryoma turned his head and saw his minister, he almost couldn't hold back and choked on his own saliva: he really became another person in a "literal sense"!

Are you Magic Nioh Kaito? !

King Ni, who turned into a Bingshan boy, said in the same cold voice as him: "Well, don't be careless."

And put it on in a decent way!

……

This is definitely a mental attack.

Can't go wrong.

For a while it was singles versus doubles, that's all, how could it suddenly become a doubles with three people? ——One of them is the name known to players all over the country, Tezuka Kunimitsu!

Liuliqiu Middle School was defeated by Nioh Phantom and Tezuka Territory at the same time, and fled with their heads in their arms, yelling.Sanada blocked in front of them in advance, like a black-faced god, sneered sinisterly, and stretched out his hand: "Hand over the memory card!"

"Ghost!"

"Mama help!"

The material class hiding in the corner is just an ordinary student, no matter in terms of speed or strength, compared with those tall and burly Zhengxuan, they are much worse. Lost, fled.

Nioh Masaharu, who had recovered his original image, flicked his slightly moist bangs, and walked towards the sideline while fiddling with the racket string. Ryoma and Sanada also slowly walked over, staring at him, with a look of "I look stupid Already", an indescribable expression.

Nioh hummed a little song as if nothing had happened, picked up a towel to wipe off his sweat, then put the racket back into the bag, and tidied it up briefly.As if aware of the strange long-term staring of the two people behind him, he turned his head and grinned, and winked at them triumphantly.

"To deal with this kind of off-court, low-level person, you don't need to use all your strength, just scare and scare casually, pooh~"

Ryoma said slowly: "Senior Sanada, is this your hidden strength?"

Sanada: "..."

Sanada said dumbly: "I don't know, I haven't seen it before, don't ask me."

The dragon horse clicked his tongue.But think about it, it might be a skill that Nioh has just developed in order to enter the national competition. No, no, it is more like magic and blindfold than tennis skills!

Sanada glanced at her with deep eyes: "Are you sure it's just a cover-up?"

"..."

"Hey, Vice Minister Sanada, there's no need to complain about your family, right?" Nioh seemed a little dissatisfied, and slapped his bag a few times.

"If I have to explain it, I can only say that I imitated the target player's habits and skills with perfect technology, including the trick and the style of the ball." Sanada said slowly, "Through the imitation of temperament, people who are familiar with the target have immediate Sense of vision, trance, and then phantoms appear on the retina, that is, the formation of visual illusions..."

He even made it up in a serious manner!

Listen, listen, does this sound like human speech?

When Sanada said this, he really couldn't make it up anymore. He paused subtly, coughed twice, and stared at Ryoma.

"Er," she had to say, "I don't think so. It doesn't make sense."

"That's right," Sanada said, frowning, glaring at Nioh with hatred, and raising his voice, "It's clearly too far behind! At this level, it's like imitating Tezuka?!"

King Ren shrank his neck from the usual roar, and curled his lips to explain: "You can't say that, deputy minister, this is Liuliqiu's trick after all, since we all know it well, just walk around casually, can't It's too much for them to see."

"..."

Sanada couldn't refute, and frowned even tighter.

Ryoma thought about it seriously for a while, then raised his head and said to Sanada, "Take a look at the records in the memory card. If it's just a cover-up, you won't be able to deceive the camera."

This is a way.

Sanada actually thought about the feasibility and nodded in agreement.

"I'll copy it later and send you a copy."

King Ren turned his head silently, looked up at the sky, shook his head and sighed.

Alas, the solitary genius really is beyond people's comprehension.

After bidding farewell to the two seniors of Rikkai University, Ryoma returned to Tokyo by car alone. Thinking back to the imitation show that Nioh specially performed in front of him today, he always felt that there was something deep in it. He touched his chin, but he didn't know what it was.

When he got home, Nanjiro still didn't come back. He probably had a good time with his old friends in the mountains, and maybe he was fascinated by monsters like Yukino.

The cafe where Irie Kanata and the others work part-time is on duty at night, and they take turns. Today Tokugawa Kazuya came back earlier, and he also cooked dinner.Ryoma yawned and walked into the living room. Looking out, he saw a tall and thin figure busy in the kitchen, putting on slippers, putting down his things and squeezing in through the sliding door.

After studying with Ying Nao for a few days, she felt that her culinary skills had greatly improved, and she could have a place in the kitchen at home.

If there were many Kanae Irie, with his picky and high standards, he might throw them all out as usual, but this time it was Tokugawa Kazuya who was cold-faced and warm-hearted, nodded at her, and said softly: "Help me get rid of it." Wash the lotus root and cut into pieces."

"no problem."

"The stew starts in the afternoon. Put the lotus root in and cook for half an hour to an hour. If you're hungry, you can make the meal ahead of time—and cut it thinner." He ordered in a deep voice.

She said again: "Okay."

The two of them went about their business, cutting vegetables on the chopping board, clicking, knocking, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang, although not as familiar and fluent as Brother Zuoduo, it sounded very harmonious.

Halfway through the meal, Tokugawa received a text message from Irie Kanata, saying that the guests tonight were too enthusiastic, and he would not come back if he insisted on inviting him to dinner.

Doesn't he seem to be someone who likes to hook up with girls?

Tokugawa put down his phone slightly puzzled, and looked at Ryoma.She was steaming tea bowls with a spoon for herself, eating with relish, and said nonchalantly: "Whatever you say about Togo, it has its own purpose, right?"

"It seems to be the same." Tokugawa nodded in approval.

"Aren't you guys looking for clues to Gacha recently? Maybe he has found the target group?" Ryoma just said casually, but it is in line with Irie Kanata's behavior habits, and it is very likely to be the case.

Tokugawa relieved: "Alright."

Then, Ryoma's cell phone rang.She had no choice but to put down the chawanmushi, and stretched her arms to bring it over.

It was an email from Sanada.The text message is: "The video is in the attachment, please call to reply when you are free. Quickly return."

He is usually meticulous, and he writes emails in a very written tone, which is quite a mouthful to read.

Longma Guowen is so-so, not so particular, and quickly replied a text message: Received senior, read it after dinner.

Having said that, anyway, there is no one else at home now, so she didn't hold back, so she downloaded the attachment, clicked on the short video and watched it.

"Don't be careless on the ground."

——"Ah, the ball flew back!"

"This riding horse is Tezuka's domain? Is it fake!?"

After the calm and familiar voice, there were the chaotic screams of the Liuliqiu contestants. Ryoma held the mobile phone in one hand and picked up the chopsticks in the other, but stayed in the air, motionless, and opened his mouth slightly.

In the camera, it is clearly Tezuka's appearance!

"What's wrong?" Tokugawa Kazuya noticed that Ryoma's face became very strange, and asked her after putting down his chopsticks.

Ryoma gripped the phone tightly, pulled the progress bar again, and turned to show him.

"This is Nioh Masaharu from Lihai University, known as a fraudster." She briefly introduced, "...Originally, it should be like this."

Tokugawa's eyes moved slightly, and after listening to her description of today's game, he was thoughtful: "You mean, he suddenly changed into another person during the game, not only the voice, the height, but also the tennis player. There are no flaws in the habits?—it is indeed incredible."

"It's obviously not something that junior high school students can do, right?" Ryoma held his chin, "Senior Tsunayoshi is right, the Japanese tennis world is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

"I seem to know such a person." Tokugawa pondered, and suddenly threw a bomb.

"Eh!"

"No..." He shook his head and corrected, "It should be said that it is a skill similar to phantom."