I want to play tennis

Chapter 247 The Cheerful Shiraishi

"What to do, what to do, I absolutely can't lose this game!"

Kuranosuke Shiraishi held the tennis ball, his eyes flickering and hesitating.

"But, how should I break the game now? Can my tennis really bring victory? Or simply..."

Baishi subconsciously wanted to remove the bandage on his left arm.

then……

"Come on! Shiraishi!"

Suddenly there was a high cheering sound in my ear.

Shiraishi was taken aback for a moment, then looked up, and found that it was Qianye Ren Zuzu who was looking at him with strong eyes.

"Don't admit defeat!"

"do not give up!"

"Hold on! Shiraishi!"

"Come on Captain!"

Kuranosuke Shiraishi looked blankly at the members of Shitenbaoji who were desperately cheering for him.

"Everyone……"

"Come on, Shiraishi!!!"

Kintaro Toyama looked at Kuranosuke Shiraishi and shouted with all his strength: "The funny one is king, the winner is king!"

"The winner is king!"

These words were like a spring of clear water, waking up Baishi's tangled and chaotic brain.

Yes, the reason why he insists on the current tennis style and pursues the so-called basic tennis, so as to exercise his current perfect tennis. He is known as the tennis bible, the first reason is...

"That is to lead Sitianbao Temple to victory, and the winner is king!"

Bai Shi, who had calmed down again, completely recovered his previous momentum, even worse.

Atobe looked at Kuranosuke Shiraishi who cheered up, and smiled with interest.

"Oh, it looks like you've figured out something."

Kuranosuke Shiraishi looked at Atobe with stern eyes.

"Student Atobe, for the victory of Shitenbao Temple, I will try my best to hit you, so I say..."

Shiraishi began to remove the bandage on his left arm.

At this time, the coach of Sitianbao Temple saw this scene, smiled and lowered his head.

"Really, is it still going to be removed in the end, but forget it, after all, if you don't use it at this time, you will regret it for a long time, then..."

The eyes of the coach of Sitianbao Temple suddenly burst into light.

"Go and surprise everyone, Shiraishi, the perfect tennis you practice!"

At this time, Baishi finally removed the bandage, and a golden light blinded everyone's eyes.

"That is!"

Everyone's eyes focused on Shiraishi Kuranosuke's left arm, which completely covered Shiraishi's entire left forearm...

"Golden Armguard!!!"

Atobe said coldly: "Is this the move you are hiding?"

Shiraishi smiled slightly.

"Originally I promised our coach that I couldn't take it off before graduation, but it seems I'm going to break my promise."

After Baishi finished speaking, he took off the golden armguard and put it aside.

Atobe was outspoken.

"It's actually pure gold, your coach has really bad taste."

Shiraishi walked back to the court and got used to his left arm a little bit.

"Then, let's continue our competition now, Atobe-san."

Atobe smiled proudly.

"If you think that you can hit my uncle in this way, it's too whimsical."

"If you try it, you won't know."

The two resumed their match.

It's so light, it's as if the left arm doesn't even exist.

Baishi felt it silently, then threw up the tennis ball, squatted on his knees, and jumped to serve.

The whole set of movements has an indescribable rhythm, clean and neat, as if they have been tempered and smooth, the textbook-like norms, but the power is even more amazing!
"Shh!"

With the ear-piercing sound of breaking wind, the tennis ball flew towards Atobe quickly, and bounced off the court from Atobe in an instant.

"15-0."

After finishing all this, Shiraishi showed a look of enjoyment on his face.

"Extremely exciting!"

"Baishi, Shiraishi finally said his catchphrase."

"This proves that he has completely let go of his hands and feet, and is ready to fight hard."

Koharu and Ichishi looked at Kuranosuke Shiraishi with emotion.

That's it Shiraishi, come on!

Shinobu Ken also silently cheered Shiraishi Kuranosuke in his heart.

Only Toyama Kintaro stared dumbfoundedly at teasing eyes, and muttered in his mouth: "The poisonous hand, the poisonous hand that devours everything, how did it turn into gold?"

The coach of Shitenbaoji glanced at Kuranosuke Shiraishi who was showing his skills, and smiled slightly.

"That's right, Shiraishi, I spent all my assets to build that golden armguard for you, but..."

He glanced uncontrollably at the golden armguard that Shiraishi put aside.

"Can't you put such a precious thing back, brat!"

"Oh!"

"15-0."

……

"Oh!"

……

"30-0."

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

……

"40-0."

Takeshi Momoshiro looked at Kuranosuke Shiraishi in shock.

"Since taking off the gold armguard, his drive has become faster."

Haitang added a sentence next to it.

"And the power of the ball is even greater."

Kikumaru Eiji sighed: "It's almost like a comprehensive upgrade."

Fuji Zhousuke said gently at this time: "However, I think this may not only be the effect of taking off the golden armguard."

Tezuka Kunimitsu nodded slightly in agreement.

"It's not so much that Shiraishi Kuranosuke took off the golden armguard and became more powerful, it is better to say that he chose to take off the golden armguard after becoming more powerful."

Echizen Ryoma looked at Atobe playfully.

"I think, even Atobe, he should be a little depressed now."

"Oh!"

"Sitianbaosi Baishi won this round, the score is 4-3."

"it is good!!!!"

Shiraishi half-arched excitedly, with his right arm clenched tightly around his waist.

He screamed happily, venting all his previous depression and loss.

The Sitianbao Temple cheerleaders immediately started chanting their slogans.

"The winner is king!"

"The winner is king!"

"The winner is king!"

Listening to the slogan in his ear, Baishi showed a comfortable smile, and then disappeared immediately. It is not the time to be careless.

"Next, I must win the next game. I must not let Atobe keep serve."

Shiraishi stared sharply at Atobe on the opposite side, posing ready to hit the ball, his legs tensed.

In contrast, Atobe, who lost a round, looked very relaxed. Looking at Kuranosuke Shiraishi opposite, he showed an elegant yet domineering smile.

"In order to lead the team to victory in tennis, I admit that you are indeed an excellent opponent, Shiraishi, but..."

Atobe tossed the ball high.

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When Shiraishi saw Atobe's movements, his muscles tensed up instantly, ready to judge where the ball would land.

However, everyone who was familiar with Atobe showed a relaxed smile.

Toru Kitahara even said directly: "In front of Tannhauser's serve, this is useless work."

"Oh!"

Atobe sent the ball out with a jerk.

Such a strong rotation, such a great pressure, do you want to take the lead in one go?

Kuranosuke Shiraishi quickly noticed the power of the ball, and his muscles bulged.

"I can't let you succeed."

However, just as he was about to hit the ball, the tennis ball stuck to the ground and flew out of the court in an instant.

Shiraishi was stunned.

"This is……"

Tezuka Kunimitsu: "Tannhauser serves."

Fuji Shusuke said: "It seems that Atobe is going to end the game."

Atobe stood up straight at this time, looking at Shiraishi arrogantly, with a mocking and domineering arc on the corner of his mouth.

"In front of whom do you think you say the winner is king, Baishi."

(End of this chapter)