I didn't expect you to be such a bear Er!

Of course he knew, even if Ju Juping hadn't seriously told him to be careful of Li Haida's sophomore ace, he would have paid more attention.

He saw such a tragic scene with his own eyes, saw the crazy smile of the young man Zhang Yang, with arrogance and arrogance, and saw Ju Juping lying in a pool of blood like a bird whose wings were broken, one after another. , in the eyes of the heart, lingering.

So much so that when seeing Akaya Kirihara, it was rare to have a blank expression on his face.

The curvature of the corner of the mouth disappeared, just like the water pattern on the blue waves, youthful in an instant, but in the end the cold face is the most real.

Kirihara didn't care about these things. In his opinion, he would not lose to anyone except Lihai University's Big Three. Even those three, the seniors he admired, he would one day lose. will go beyond.

What's more, it was the weak-looking man in front of him who looked like a weak chicken.

A trace of disdain flashed in Qieyuan's eyes, with the sharp edges and corners of a young man who had not yet been sharpened, with arrogance, "Hmph, Qingxue's genius?! You will soon be my defeat."

Buer lowered his eyes, turned and left, "Let's begin."

His own provocation didn't have the expected result, Kirihara was so angry that he jumped, pointed at Fu Er's handsome back and gritted his teeth: "I will definitely want you to look good later."

Then he licked his lips, as if he thought of the miserable appearance of this gentle but arrogant person who dared to ignore him crawling at his feet later, the excitement in his heart could hardly be suppressed.

So at the beginning, Kirihara was playing with this so-called Qingxue genius like a cat teasing a mouse, seeing the figure of Fuji who was beaten all over his body by himself, but still running around chasing the ball, Kirihara laughed wildly: "Haha, this is Qingxue's genius?! Haha, it's ridiculous."

The Qingxue group outside the factory listened to the harsh ridicule, and when they saw Buer's scarred appearance, they thought of a fire burning in their hearts. Smelly meal.

Different from Qingxue's dignified and oppressive, the atmosphere at Lihai University is more lively.

"Really, Kirihara is getting carried away again."

"Oh, that's the way he is, when he wins he gets carried away with joy."

"Is this the genius of Qingxue? It's too bad."

"Is Qingxue at this level? Haha, how did you win so far?"

Listening to Li Hai Taisho's ridiculing and arrogant words, Sanada and Liu Lianer, who are the second of Li Hai's Big Three giants, did not say a word.

"What do you think? Sanada."

"Ah, it's time to teach Kirihara a lesson."

Sanada looked at the almost one-sided trend on the field, but at this moment he said something that was not the so-called one.

But Liu Lian Er understood. He looked at the field with a handsome expressionless face, and said for a long time: "Well, that's true."

Only after experiencing setbacks can they truly grow up.

And the genius Zhou Zhu is the best whetstone.

Following their words, a yellow ball pierced through the air amidst the roar of the wind and hit Fuji on the knee, and Fuji groaned and knelt down on one knee.

"Haha, that's it. Let you become a cripple like the captain of Fudo Peak."

The boy's eyes were red, with innocent cruelty and madness in his eyes.

Seeing Fuji who was kneeling on the ground, Kirihara felt full of joy, he liked it the most, the sound of tennis colliding with flesh and blood, it was the most beautiful music he had ever heard.

Every time he listens to it, it makes his blood boil.

Besides, isn't that what the game is about?

Either you die or I live. Isn't the game in blood and tears the most exciting?

"I thought you would understand Kirihara."

"Tennis is not a tool for creating hate."

The young man with his head down, couldn't see his expression, but his sighing tone was like the emotion of falling leaves in the autumn wind.Helpless and disappointed.

Kirihara froze, then he looked at the person who should have been defenseless in his cognition, and slowly stood up.

Eyes as sharp as ice and snow have opened, symbolizing the beginning of the real game.

"Kirihara, you should understand."

With a whisper, the genius Bu Er's counterattack with biting anger and anticipation swept away towards Kirihara, who was already standing there, with the yellow ball that pierced through the air.

The author has something to say: I haven't read the manga, everything is based on the animation.

☆、Chapter53, Crystal