I want to play tennis

Chapter 20 Kitahara Toru's Full Strength
Very good, Bei Yuan, you are really good.

Atobe tossed the tennis ball high.

"But it's still very early to win against my uncle."

"Oh!"

Toru Kitahara hit back the tennis ball that landed in the corner of the teeing area and was ready to hit the net.

"Just stay there obediently for my uncle!"

Atobe hit a high-pressure ball at Toru Kitahara's feet, causing Toru Kitahara to stop surfing the Internet.

"Let's run for my uncle!"

Seeing the tennis ball hitting the bottom line on the other side of the court, Kitahara Che secretly called out trouble.

"15-0"

"30-0"

"40-0"

"We won this round, 1-1."

"As expected of the Atobe."

Hochotaro said lightly: "Compared to Kitahara, who won with frequent tricks, Atobe easily controlled the game by just relying on ordinary shots."

"Is there no way to do this? That boy Beiyuan was restricted to the bottom line by the Atobu. He couldn't use a few tricks. If he keeps on for a long time, he will lose."

Xiang Riyue spoke for Kitahara Toru.

"But when it comes to Beiyuan's serve game, he will be able to hit the net quickly."

Ninja Yuuji on the side smiled slightly after hearing this.

Going online...is it really ok?

Tsk tsk, as expected of Atobe, this kind of pressure.

Kitahara Toru, who played two rounds with Atobe Keigo, really realized the strength of Atobe Keigo.

I feel that it is not safe to hit anywhere, and the feeling that I will be hit back wherever I hit is really uncomfortable.

but……

Kitahara Toru wanted to smile.

That's what makes it exciting!
"Boom!"

After Kitahara served the ball, he went to the net quickly again.

"Useless Beiyuan, you have been seen through by my uncle!"

Tennis hit Atobe lightly.

"Then try my trick!"

Kitahara Toru's eyes were firmly locked on the tennis ball!

"Butterfly Wearing Flowers!"

The tennis ball was pulled hard by Kitahara Toru.

The tennis ball flew to Atobe.

Um?This ball!
Atobe swung the tennis ball, but the tennis ball flew past the racket like a butterfly passing between flowers.

That's right, it is flying like a butterfly, but the tennis ball in mid-air seems to be swaying up and down left and right, as if being pulled by a few invisible threads, but the speed is extremely fast.

After landing, it bounced irregularly to one side.

"This ball!"

Kitahara Toru's goal surprised everyone again.

"It's amazing, the tennis ball can change so much in the air."

"How did he do that?"

"This move is so elegant and handsome."

Xiang Hiyake looked at Yushi Ninzu.

"Yushi, do you know the principle of this ball?"

Ninja Yuuji shook his head.

"I didn't see it clearly just now, but Atobe should have seen it clearly."

Atobe Keigo looked at Kitahara Toru and smiled.

"Oh, you really deserve to be Beiyuan, you really amaze me again and again."

Kitahara smiled.

He came up with this move by coincidence on the basketball court when he saw a basketball that was about to deform and suddenly moved irregularly in the air.

On this ball, it was Kitahara Toru who exerted both reverse rotation force and wrist force on the tennis ball to make the ball move irregularly in the air.

"Come on, Minister."

After Kitahara Toru finished speaking, he returned to the bottom line, and the game between the two continued.

"15-0"

"30-0"

"40-0"

"This round was won by Beiyuan, 2-1, and the serve was changed from side to side."

Atobe Keigo slapped the ball to the ground casually.

"Bei Yuan, I have almost understood your strength, so the competition should be over."

As Atobe spoke, he served the ball.

"Oh!"

For some reason, Kitahara Toru looked at Atobe opposite him, feeling flustered for no reason.

"Oh!"

As usual, he returned Atobe's serve and was about to hit the net.

"Snapped!"

Atobe's counterattack went directly past Toru Kitahara.

what!
Looking back at the tennis ball that left a mark on the baseline, Toru Kitahara's pupils dilated.

How can it be so fast!

"Northern Plains."

Toru Kitahara looked back at Keigo Atobe.

The latter smiled sharply, looking down at Toru Kitahara with his eyes as if condescending.

"This uncle has had enough!"

"15-0"

"30-0"

"40-0"

"Atobe won this round, 2-2."

"15-0"

……

"40-0"

……

"Atobe won this round, 3-2."

……

"15-0"

……

"This round was won by Beiyuan, 4-3."

……

"Atobe won this round, 5-3."

Under the sudden turn of the seemingly evenly matched duel, it turned into Atobe's strong suppression of Kitahara Toru.

"What's going on? Beiyuan was suddenly suppressed."

Xiang Riyue looked at the scene in disbelief, didn't he just fight inextricably?

"That guy Atobe probably spent three rounds, not only thoroughly researching that guy Kitahara's game, but also targeting Kitahara's weaknesses."

"Almost! Almost!"

Toru Kitahara, who was beaten by Keigo Atobe, was completely helpless.

Looking at Toru Kitahara, who was exhausted from running around on the court, but was still in a mess of being hanged and beaten, Ho Chotaro couldn't bear to watch.

Just when he was about to close his eyes, Mingto Ryo's cold and resolute voice sounded.

"Open your eyes, Chotaro!"

"Senior Mingdo."

Mingo Liang watched the game on the field with a determined face.

"Competitive sports are cruel. If you can't even watch other people's games now, then how can you have the courage to stick to your belief in winning when you face stronger opponents than yourself."

"Senior Mingdo..."

"No matter how embarrassing the game is, there is nothing more uncomfortable than the unwillingness after losing the game. Besides, Bei Yuan has not given up yet!"

Hochotaro looked at Toru Kitahara who was still insisting on the field, and silently cheered him on: Come on, Kitahara.

"Whirring whirring."

Kitahara Toru is very embarrassed now, every time he takes a breath, his chest feels like being pricked by a needle, there is a fishy and sweet taste in his throat, sweat wets every strand of his hair, and even covers his cheeks.

Because of the sweat, he had to half-open one eye, and he didn't dare to wipe it with his hands, feeling that as long as he raised his hand, he would lose his last bit of strength.

Damn.

"Oh!"

Keigo Atobe's serve flew past Toru Kitahara.

I can't move my body!
"15-0"

Hitting this point, in fact, Keiwu Keibu did not expect it.

This boy Beiyuan is much stronger than I thought.

Atobe Keigo looked at Toru Kitahara across from him, and subconsciously smiled.

"My uncle really thinks you are very good, Beiyuan."

"Oh!"

"30-0"

"But if you're just like that..."

"Oh!"

"40-0"

"It's not enough!"

Atobe threw the last ball high.

"It's over, Beiyuan!"

Watching Atobe's toss, Kitahara Toru thought to himself.

Is this the last ball?
Is the game about to end?
Really embarrassed!

I actually, can't even move?

Obviously, obviously, he has already used all his strength.

Am I about to throw in the towel?

Do not!
Thinking of this, Toru Kitahara's dull eyes gradually turned sharp!
No, it shouldn't be like this.

I did not admit defeat, I will never admit defeat!
Body, move for me!
"Oh!"

Atobe's serve flew over the net very quickly, landed on the serve line, and was about to rush out of the court!

"Move me!!"

"Oh!"

In an instant, the tennis ball exploded at Atobe's feet like a bolt of lightning.

what!
For the first time, Atobe looked at Toru Kitahara on the opposite side in surprise.

Kitahara Toru's eyes were blank right now, but it seemed as if two black lightning flashes shot out from his eyes.

"Out, Atobe won this game, 6-3."

"I lost...?"

The lightning in Kitahara Toru's eyes gradually disappeared, and he smiled wryly, with a trace of relief in his smile, and sat down on the court.

"Oh, I'm really exhausted, I'm exhausted."

Looking at Toru Kitahara, who was panting heavily and complaining with a smile, Atobe urged in front of the net angrily: "Stinky boy, hurry up, how long do you want me to wait for you?"

Toru Kitahara rolled his eyes at this.

"Yes Yes."

Walking slowly to the front of the net, Toru Kitahara stretched out his hand and held it with Atobe.

"I said Minister, there is no need to be so formalistic, I am very tired."

"Tired, it proves that your physical strength is not enough."

"Please, if Xiangri was a senior, he would have fallen down under your protracted battle, Minister."

"If you insist on comparing yourself with Xiang Ri, I can't help it."

Hearing the two openly complaining about themselves on the court, Xiang Riyue jumped angrily on the side.

"I said you two! Don't get me involved!"

Ninja Yuuji made up the knife silently on the side.

"Well, if Yue Ren said it, he would have already fallen down."

"A person who didn't even pay me back the soda money has no right to speak of me!"

Ignoring the noisy Mukahidake on the sidelines, Atobe looked at Toru Kitahara with a smile.

"Boy, the last ball was very good."

"Yeah, I feel like I've hit every ball well."

"It's just that the name you gave is too inelegant. It's actually a crescent moon or a butterfly, and your evil king's real eyes are a little bit catchy."

Toru Kitahara rolled his eyes at this.

Compared with one of the most pretending people in the entire anime, his unique skills are really ordinary.

"Thank you so much for the compliment."

In this way, Ice Emperor's official list of players was finally confirmed.

Coach Sakaki came out at this time and announced: "After two days of competition, the official players are Keigo Atobe, Toru Kitahara, Yushi Ninata, Takahiro Kawaji, Taketo Mukahidake, Jiro Akutagawa, Taro Hocho, Ryo Mingo, and substitutes. Hiyoshiwaka and Taki Oginosuke."

"The roster for the regional preliminaries will be announced tomorrow, so let's disband now."

"Thanks for your hard work!"

(End of this chapter)