The Prince of Tennis: The Quincy of Rikkai University

Chapter 63: Suppression at the start, "Niwang" breaks

"Now let's start the first doubles match."

"The set is over, Rikkai University is serving."

Niou Masaharu had just guessed the direction of the racket correctly, winning the first serve game for Rikkai University.

As the referee's voice fell, the atmosphere around the court became unusually quiet, and everyone was concentrating on watching the actions of the two teams on the field.

Standing in the serving area, Hirosaki Yagyu held a tennis ball in his left hand, his eyes sweeping across the Qingxue half of the court through his glasses.

He hit the tennis ball twice, threw it along, and then swung the racket down heavily.

Suddenly, the tennis ball turned into a light yellow afterimage, rushed past Inui Sadaharu, and flew out of bounds.

"What a fast ball speed."

Inui Sadaharu, who was responsible for catching the ball for the first time, was slightly surprised. He thought that the players from Rikkai University would make some tentative moves like in the previous game.

As a result, he used such a high-speed serve at the beginning, which obviously revealed his intention to win the game quickly.

"15 to 0."

Behind Inui Sadaharu, there was the sound of a tennis ball falling to the ground. He failed to catch the ball and Rikkai University scored first.

"What's wrong with you, Inui?" Fuji Shusuke asked from the side. He thought something had happened to Inui Sadaharu. Although the serve just now was fast, it shouldn't be so bad that he had no reaction at all like him.

"It's nothing, but Fuji, we have to be careful next time. The opponent's doubles style is completely different from the previous one." Inui Sadaharu reminded carefully.

"I understand. I'll be careful." Fuji Shusuke nodded. He felt relieved to see that Inui Sadaharu was fine.

Whoosh.

The second round of serve came again, and this time it was received by Fuji Shusuke.

Although the ball was very fast, it was not difficult for him to receive a serve of this speed.

Raising his arm and extending his tennis racket, Fuji Shusuke steadily intercepted the tennis ball as it bounced.

Then press the racket and swing it out, hitting the tennis ball back at a very low angle.

The return ball flew over the net and headed toward Rikkai University's backcourt.

Niou Masaharu ran a few steps to catch up with the tennis ball, and with a forehand swing, he hit the tennis ball back, muttering to himself: "As expected of a singles player from Seigaku, your level is much better than those two people just now."

"It's useless no matter how much you praise me." Fuji Shusuke was active in the frontcourt to block the tennis ball. He would not take it lightly because of a little praise from the opponent.

"You misunderstood. What he meant was that your doubles level is not as good as those two people just now."

Hiroshi Yagyu appeared behind the tennis ball at some point and hit the return ball in one swoop.

The tennis ball went straight through the net and landed on the ground the next second, bouncing out of bounds.

In this return shot, Yagyu Hiroshi easily seized the gap between Fuji Shusuke and Inui Sadaharu's crossing movements and hit the tennis ball into the blind spot where the opponent had no time to save the ball.

30-0
Fuji Shusuke looked down at the tennis ball that had passed between the two of them and was lying quietly on the ground, his brows slightly frowned.

"What a sharp insight." Ryuzaki Sumire sighed while sitting in the coaching seat.

In just a few rounds, the players of Rikkai University discovered the weaknesses of Inui Sadaharu and his team.

If the temporary doubles team is not compatible enough with each other, it is easy for coordination loopholes to appear.

Although the personal levels of Fuji Shusuke and Inui Sadaharu can cover up some of the shortcomings, when facing those high-level doubles combinations, this shortcoming will be immediately magnified by the opponents.

On the field, the sound of rapid hitting the ball rang out again.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides had fought several rounds again.

As Ryusaki Sumire expected, Fuji and Inui Sadaharu, who lacked tacit understanding, quickly lost the first game. "Rikkai University is leading, the score is 1-0."

Niou Masaharu, who won a round, was in a good mood. He said to Fuji Shusuke: "You are quite strong, but if you want to beat us, you need to practice for a few more years."

Fuji Shusuke stood at the serving position with an expressionless face, ignoring the other party's words.

"No reaction? It turns out I'm still not good at this." Seeing that he ignored him, Niou Masaharu muttered in a low voice.

He just wanted to put psychological pressure on his opponent through some verbal oppression.

Subconsciously, she wanted to put her hand on the bridge of her nose, but Niou Masaharu paused and skillfully changed his gesture to pinch her hair.

The second game started with the referee's announcement.

Fuji Shusuke exhaled, and slowly raised the arm holding the tennis ball, making it nearly a 90-degree angle with his body.

Then, the thumb and index finger holding the tennis ball suddenly exert force and twist it, and the tennis ball falls out of the hand and rotates at high speed as it falls.

The next moment, Fuji Shusuke hit the tennis ball from bottom to top, and the ball flew towards Niou Masaharu who was standing in the receiving position at a moderate speed.

"What's the purpose of such a slow serve?" Niou Masaharu looked at the slowly flying tennis ball, not knowing what was going on. He raised his arm and prepared to hit it back after it bounced.

唰

The swing of the racket did not give the feeling of hitting the ball, and the tennis ball landed a second time outside of Niou Masaharu's sight and rolled out of bounds.

"Huh?! Is this the serve that disappears that Yuuki mentioned? This really broadens my horizons."

Taking a look at the tennis ball lying out of bounds behind him, Niou Masaharu showed a look of realization.

"15-0, Qingxue scores."

Seeing that he had scored by serving, Fuji Shusuke did not show any emotion, but immediately continued to serve with the same action.

Hiroshi Yagyu looked at the flying tennis ball and did not immediately make a counterattack like Niou Masaharu. Instead, he waited until the tennis ball landed and suddenly ran sideways.

He swung the racket with one arm, aiming it towards the air.

砰

There was the sound of a ball hitting the racket, and Yagyu Hiroshi intercepted Fuji Shusuke's serve.

However, the tennis ball was hit back and flew high, and finally landed outside the baseline of Qingxue.

"30-0, Qingxue scores."

Looking at the tennis ball that fell outside the court, Yagyu Hiroshi gripped the racket and said calmly in a low voice: "Puff... um, it seems that I need to lower the swing angle a little bit more."

He said this not only to himself but also to Niou Masaharu who was beside him.

"I didn't expect Fuji's serve to be broken so quickly. Are all Rikkai University's players so scary?"

Outside the court, Kikumaru Eiji, who had recovered a lot of his physical strength, looked worried when he saw the scene on the court. His mind couldn't help but think of the tragic defeat of Fuji Shusuke at the Metropolitan Conference.

"..." The other people in Qingxue didn't say anything. They all had similar thoughts at this time.

"Fuji, it seems that Rikkai University must have learned some information about your serve from that person."

Compared to the pessimism of other people in Qingxue, Inui Sadaharu on the field was very calm.

Fuji Shusuke had the same idea as Inui Sadaharu, but even though he knew it, he had to continue to perform it.

However, he also felt pressured at this time. On the one hand, his serve was broken in two rounds. On the other hand, he knew clearly that the two opponents were still carrying heavy loads.

(End of this chapter)