First Minister of Prince of Tennis

Chapter 32 Battle against Jingfeng

“So bad?”

Now Chiba is also a little surprised. If a match that can be solved by his own strength still has to use such low-level methods, it can only be said that this person has a very bad personality.

“Yes, this time we Yinhua may be facing a fierce battle!” Domoto looked solemn. After hearing the style of Jingfeng Middle-School, he was also very nervous about the match.

“Oh, you are the weak chicken Yinhua Middle-School!” When everyone was silent, a weird voice suddenly rang from behind, and the content of these words also made Chiba extremely upset, and they looked back.

“This is… a mixed race?” Chiba’s heart suddenly moved when he saw the face of the person who spoke. His yellow skin, his eyes are as deep as those of Europeans and Americans, and his facial features are more three-dimensional than ordinary people.

“You are Jingfeng Middle-School’s mixed-race minister?” It really means that Cao Cao has arrived, and looking at the arrogant expression on the mixed-race’s face, Chiba knows that what Domoto just said is true.

“Weak chickens, now standing in front of you is the noble Lord Josh! How can you be tainted by the word “hybrid”!” Josh raised his hands and said lightly, and the expression on his face when he spoke of the word “hybrid” Slightly hideous.

“So disgusting with his identity as a mixed race?” Chiba was a little surprised. Judging from the tone of Josh’s expression, he seemed to hate others saying that he was a mixed race.

“Remember, those of you who are inferior races are only worthy of the strength of weak chickens. Pray now. Pray that I will be in a better mood and I will not lack arms and legs!” Josh left an inexplicable remark. , Left here.

“data analysis!”

Staring at the leaving figure of Josh, Chiba uses his skills to check his attributes.

Name: Ken Wen-Josh.

School: Jing Feng Middle-School (Minister)

Five dimensions: Strength 2.6, Speed ​​2.3, Skill 1.9, Spirit 3, Physical Strength 2.5, Total 12.3.

Skill: Violent Smash (B)

Evaluation: A player who is dominated by his own negative emotions, plus some small moves, has the third-rate level of the Kanto Contest!

“Kanto third-rate level!” This is the strongest one Chiba has ever encountered, but for him now, it’s still not enough!

“Lack of arms and legs? It depends on whether you have this strength!” A gleam of excitement flashed in Chiba’s eyes, and it seemed a bit interesting today!

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“Ah, senior, today I had a hard time rest and don’t need match. Why don’t you replenish your energy at home, why don’t you run to see match!” A few hundred meters away from the Yinhua Division, a boy with a hedgehog head was following with a depressed look. A teenager with glasses complained next to him.

“Moreover, this is not our Seigaku zone. What is the point of seeing these opponents we can’t run into!”

“That might be the case!”

He pushed his glasses and said, “Although we couldn’t run into them in the regional preliminaries, it might be a big bang at the competition. It is good to know the strength of each school beforehand, Taocheng!”

“There is a good ass!” Taocheng murmured after hearing this. He also ran to learn about other schools before, but what made Taocheng angry is that he was lost in other schools! After looking for it all afternoon, I couldn’t find the location of the net court!

After he found the tennis club that occupies a very small area, it was getting late, and it was already empty. After he left school, it took another two or three hours to walk home, and it was already late at night when he returned home.

Now, as long as Taocheng hears information about other schools, his head hurts. After all, there is a shadow!

“What did Taocheng say?” Taocheng asked without hearing a sudden sentence, looking at him again.

“Oh, nothing. By the way, senior Gan, what school are we going to see for a match this time?” Taocheng ignored the things that upset him, and asked Gan again.

I flipped over the schedule table in my hand, and then pointed to a court in the distance ahead and said, “The semi-final Yinhua Middle-School vs. Jingfeng Middle-School should be the venue in front!”

“Yinhua Middle-School?”

Hearing the name of this school, something flashed through Taocheng’s mind, and it seemed to be familiar.

“Why, have you heard of this school?” Qian Jian Taocheng’s expression was abnormal, and he stopped and asked him.

“It seems, I should, I haven’t heard of it!” Taocheng thought for a while, and found that he could not grasp the little thing in his mind.

“It should be too. This school seems to have not been very strong. You haven’t heard that it’s normal!” After hearing Taocheng’s answer, Gan said.

“That’s it…” Taocheng also gave up thinking about it, and then complained again, “Since it’s not very strong, why are we going to see his match!”