Tennis: One-on-one with the villain master, Kaido starts

Chapter 61

‘Bang——’

“GAME, Aizen Sosuke scores, 30:0!”

‘Dong——’

“GAME, Aizen Sosuke scores, 40:0!”

......

After several consecutive serves, Irie and Aizen were acting out what happened in the first ball.

Irie served with all his strength, and Aizen easily returned the ball, but each return would increase the force.

But after Aizen’s exquisite control, the force of this ball was within the range that Irie could return.

But!

Irie still tried his best to catch up, but he just couldn’t catch up!

That’s it!

One ball, two balls, three balls...

Irie’s tennis level was slowly improving, and Aizen’s return force and speed were stronger and faster!

In the rhythm of this master and apprentice going back and forth.

On the court, a strange and warm picture was formed.

The disciple Irie tried very hard to return Aizen’s tennis ball, and each of his balls was stronger than before.

But, every time, it was just a little bit short.

Moreover, every time after losing points, the expression on Irie's face was either regretful or sad.

"Just a little bit short!"

'Just a little bit short, why can't I catch up! "

When the score came to 3:0, Irie raised the racket in his hand, excited, and his eyes were a little wet.

He tried very hard and wanted to prove it to Aizen.

But his ability is so great!

He just couldn't fight back.

This is the script that Irie wrote for himself, a disciple who wanted to work hard, but was just a little bit short of success.

Then under the guidance of teacher Aizen, his strength leaped and shocked the audience.

This is what Irie thought in his heart.

However, his ridiculous idea had long been seen through by Chiba Masao who was watching the game.

If he hadn't been able to clearly see Irie's five dimensions and strength, he would have almost believed Irie's performance.

"Coach Saito, Coach Kurobe, you U17 are really talented. "

"Irie's acting skills are good enough to compete for the Oscar for Best Actor!"

Saito smiled bitterly. He knew that Chiba had seen through Irie's tricks and sincerely invited the coach of Chiba Gymnasium to teach potential disciples.

Now, Chiba Gym Master made a fool of himself.

He really wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

"Chiba Gym Master, after the game, we will have a good talk with Irie."

Being criticized by Chiba, Kurobe couldn't hold his face.

He really wanted to rush to the court to pull down that brat Irie and teach him a lesson. In the past, the coaching staff at the base turned a blind eye to his lazy attitude.

Now in front of the external coach, he also wanted to use his poor acting skills to get away with it.

If Irie doesn't know how to play tennis, his coach Kurobe also knows a little bit of boxing.

"That's not necessary! Coach Kurobe, Coach Saito, since you asked us to be your coaches, then our coaches will naturally have a way to beat him. "

"I think it's almost time! Coach Aizen's patience is limited!"

"When the time comes, you will see the real Coach Aizen."

The real Coach Aizen?

Kurobe and Saito were confused for a moment, and they both looked into the court, curious about the real Coach Aizen that Chiba mentioned.

In the court!

After the score reached 3:0, Aizen finally spoke.

This time it was his serve!

Suddenly, he changed his previous gentle and warm smile, his eyes were cold, the corners of his mouth were raised with sarcasm, and his aura suddenly changed.

"What a poor acting!"

"My dear disciple, Irie Kanata, I don't see a trace of devotion to tennis in your eyes! "

'Boom——'

Aizen's words exploded in Irie's mind.

He suppressed the embarrassment after being exposed, maintained his smile, and said with a trembling voice.

"Coach Aizen, what are you talking about?"

"What kind of acting skills are you talking about! ”

At this moment, Irie was still trying to argue for himself. It was really embarrassing to be exposed in public.

“Hmph——”

Aizen sneered, his eyes under the black-framed glasses were deep and resentful, staring straight at Irie, like a sharp sword, piercing into Irie's nerves.

In a day and a half of getting along, Aizen saw through his disciple.

A person who believes in superb acting skills, integrates acting into life, and disguises himself!

This kind of person has the worst personality!

They always hope to give the opponent a desperate blow when they see hope!

However, as a villain, Aizen likes such people the most. He peels off Irie's disguised appearance bit by bit and hits his fragile heart directly.Spirit.

Look at his broken expression!

Deal with this kind of person!

Too easy!

As long as you disdain and belittle the things he cares about the most, you can excite the other party.

"Irie! In front of your master, your poor acting skills are simply disgusting."

'Buzz——'

A burst of tinnitus sounded in Irie's ears. He lowered his head, and his smiling face suddenly sank.

A few black lines appeared on his forehead.

"What do you mean my acting skills are disgusting?"

"Such a superb performance, such perfect acting skills, how can it become poor in your mouth!"

When he raised his head again, Irie had a completely different face.

His eyes were fierce and his face was serious.

His eyes were like the eyes of a snake staring at its prey, vicious and cruel. Even if the other party was his master, he could not tolerate people pointing fingers at his acting skills, which he cared about the most.

Irie's face really shocked the few people watching beside the court.

Maori saw Irie with a dark face, and his voice was trembling with fear, "That, that's Irie-senpai!"

"It's very different from the usual smiling Irie-senpai!"

"Ghost, Irie is angry, right?"

Feeling the oppression emanating from Irie's body, Taneshima looked at the ghost beside him and asked seriously. It was the first time he saw Irie like this, which was completely beyond his cognition.

Perhaps only the ghost who was closest to Irie knew what happened?

"Irie loves acting, and he has integrated acting into every corner of his life. Just now, Coach Aizen said that his acting was very poor, which undoubtedly devalued what Irie cared about the most!"

Ghost nodded, with a suspicious look on his face, feeling very heavy.

He remembered the scene when he first met Irie, and he also inadvertently belittled his acting skills.

It was also at that time that he saw the real Irie Kanata.

Those terrifying eyes!

Not only can they see through his blind spots, but also penetrate his heart.

Inside the court.

Seeing Irie who was angered by him, Aizen murmured softly.

"Interesting!"

Then a tennis ball was thrown high up!

Abnormally, Aizen did not jump and swing the racket, and the tennis racket in his hand even drooped on the ground.

He looked at the dark Irie with a playful look, and smiled playfully.

"Irie! You play tennis out of obligation, not love!"