The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Shintaro Midorima held up his glasses and replied to Atsushi Shihara very calmly.

“Why, are you still trying to pinch me?”

Atsushi Ziyuan thought that he had misheard, and was stunned, his expression frozen.

“Poof-” Ryota Huangse couldn’t hold back, and laughed heartily, “Hahaha…”

“Little Midorima’s serious joking expression is really funny! Haha…”

The referee glanced at the time and announced.

“The next match is Qingxue vs Diguang, singles number two.”

“Diguang Midorima serve.”

Shintaro Midorima and Shusuke Fuji stood in their own half across the ball site, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

The Himawari people glanced at the Shinobu Yushi and smiled maliciously.

“Hey, Yushi, that person is the one known as ‘genius’.”

The Shinobu Warrior was silent.

But in fact, he had heard of the daimyo of Fujishusuke for a long time.

It was precisely because of this that he always wanted to find an opportunity to defeat that person.

After all, there are too many people in this world who claim to be geniuses.

Shintaro Midorima threw the ball into the air, and the whole person also pulled up as the ball rose.

Just as the ball fell to the best hit position, with a “bang”, the ball was knocked out.

On the opposite side, Buji Shusuke immediately stepped forward, his squinted eyes revealing a bit of unconscious meaning.

“Drink!”

With a low roar, the ball was sent back with all its might.

Midorima clenched his racket, his eyes glowing with a sharp color.

Bang!

A spin ball flies over the net, and the landing point is very precise at the feet.

Buji Shusuke’s squinted eyes faintly revealed his ice-blue eyes.

“I’ve always had a question.”

Bu Zhou Suke went online and asked with a light smile.

Seeing that Midorima didn’t pay attention to himself, Buji Shusuke asked himself.

“Are you really just learning tennis?”

I’m afraid that like Fuji Shusuke, this is also a doubt in the hearts of many people.

Bang bang!

The ball streaked through a pillar of beautiful light in the air, and then quickly flew out.

“Out of bounds!”

“15—0.”

Hearing this result, everyone in the young school was in an uproar.

“What, is the ball out of bounds?” Kikumaru Eiji was the first to question.

Kansadaharu held up the thick black-framed glasses and said unhurriedly.

“It’s really out of bounds, and it’s about two centimeters by sight.”

Katsuro Kato sighed with a look of adoration.

“It’s worthy of being a senior Qian, and he can calculate it by looking at it!”

Shintaro Midorima sent out the second ball, and his body exuded a pale green aura.

The eyes of the watcher outside the field flashed, hugged his elbows, and whispered to himself.

“Is a hurricane coming…”

Bu Zhou smiled warmly.

“New moves, I’m looking forward to it!”

Midorima vs. Yuta’s match, he specially watched the whole game.

It was also in that game that I saw the power of “Hurricane”.

While speaking, Fujishusuke swung the racket and hit the lower half of the incoming ball.

The ball crossed the net, and Shintaro Midorima on the opposite side remained motionless.

Behind his thin spectacle lenses, his eyes were deep.

Bang bang!

“Out of bounds!”

Not only was Zhou Suke not unwilling, but he smiled warmly.

He tightened the net of the racket and stood sideways against the ball with a happy smile on his face.

“Actually, it’s made with the rotation of a topspin ball.”

Shusuke’s words caused a slight change in Midorima Shintaro’s calm face.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his thin lips opened lightly.

“Then you try to crack it.”

Midorima pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and continued.

“Aren’t you a genius of Qingxue?”

The irony of this statement is very uncomfortable to listen to.

Kosakata Tomoka pinched her waist with her hands and complained very dissatisfied.

“It’s true, the personalities of those guys in Diguang are really poor!”

“How can you talk to our two seniors like this!”

Takeshi Momogi’s expression was serious.

He understood that the reason why those guys in Diguang were that kind of personality was because they had strength.

This is the arrogance of the strong.

“Drink!!”

Buji Zhou Junxiu’s face oozed sweat.

While batting the ball, he took a quick look at Kunimitsu Tezuka outside the iron net.

Tezuka is also watching, this match, he must not stay too long.

Bang bang!

The ball spun out.

“Out of bounds!”

“Emperor Light Green Room score, 1-0.”

Buji Shusuke raised his wrist, chuckled, and the ball was thrown high.

Bang!

A dull sound of hitting the ball sounded in the air.

With his serve on the net, Midorima’s “hurricane” has taken shape.

A pale green cyclone wrapped the flying tennis balls like a hurricane passing by.

Bang!

Buji Zhousuke’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his ice-blue eyes flashed.

“Drink!”

With a muffled snort, the muscles on Buji Zhousuke’s arm were visible.

Bang!

“Out of bounds!”

“0—15.”