Net King: This player is backed by justice

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"What's going on, Akutsu?"

Jinguji Hikaru looked at Akutsu with playful eyes.

"Is it just this level? Do you really want to use your current strength to step onto the world stage? I am really horrified by your shameful courage!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Akutsu roared angrily as he listened to Jinguji Hikaru's endless trash talk in his ears.

"Don't underestimate me, you bastard!"

"Oh!"

With the stimulation of Jinguji Hikari, Akutsu's playing style once again became the same as before, elusive and incredible.

It can be seen that with the excitement, Akutsu once again began to act on instinct.

In other words, this has always been Akutsu's most powerful weapon, and Jinguji Hikari's purpose is to make this weapon even more powerful!

"Then let's start with the first small goal."

Jinguji Hikaru narrowed his eyes.

Carving the Sixth Form of the Navy into Akutsu's instincts, he was able to use any of the Sixth Form naturally and casually like he is now.

Beasts will sharpen their claws in normal times, but when fighting, they don't have time to calculate angles and positions. They rely on their ruthlessness and the natural instinct of a hunter.

What Jinguji Hikaru has to do now is to sharpen Akutsu's minions and make the Sixth Marine Style become his instinct.

As for the mysterious power he felt in Akutsu's body...it's still some time before the World Series, so take your time.

"Hey, Akutsu."

Jinguji Hikaru suddenly made a sound that attracted Akutsu's attention.

I saw Jinguji Hikaru with a calm smile on his face, his eyes twinkling, and he said quietly.

"Have you forgotten how to use Marine Six?"

what!

Akutsu's eyes were startled, and at the same time, his smooth and natural movements also changed instantly.

Many situations flashed through my mind instantly. Which move of the Sixth Marine Style should I use? What counterattack will they face?

"Oh!"

Too many distracting thoughts did not make Akutsu stronger. Instead, he played the most nondescript shot of the night.

"Oh!"

hateful!

Looking at the tennis ball flying out, Akutsu immediately showed an annoyed look.

This goal is really ugly.

"What are you thinking! In the World Championship, your opponents will not give you time to hesitate!"

Jinguji Hikaru was merciless and hit the tennis ball back hard with his backhand.

"Oh!"

Visible air waves arose, and the tennis ball flew towards Akutsu's court with strong wind pressure.

"tread!"

Without any thought, Akutsu used his shave to catch up with the tennis ball, but just when he was about to hit the ball, the awkward feeling appeared again.

How to hit this ball?

Want to use a finger gun? Or is it an iron block, or is it his usual playing style?

In the past, Akutsu, who had always played lawlessly and followed his own will, now tasted the pain of choice for the first time.

"Oh!"

After an instinctive counterattack, although the ball was very strong and did not reveal any flaws, Akutsu was still very dissatisfied because

Stronger! I should be stronger!

Akutsu's eyes were unwilling to accept it, and he looked at the tennis ball flying towards the opposite side fiercely.

Hurry up and call me, the next ball will definitely be stronger!

Unintentionally, Akutsu's mentality has begun to change.

What started as a rivalry with Jinguji Hikaru gradually evolved into a rivalry with himself.

He felt the awkwardness he felt now, and at the same time, he was extremely looking forward to how powerful he would become after overcoming this feeling.

"It seems that this guy is aware of it. It's not bad. He's not stupid."

After seeing the excited light in Akutsu's eyes that even he himself didn't realize, Jinguji Hikaru knew that the beast was enlightened.

It's a pity that I don't know if the other party will appreciate my painstaking efforts.

Well, a can of iced Coke shouldn't be too much.

"Oh!"

"I am back."

Jinguji Hikaru opened the door of his home that he had not seen for a long time, and there was still that familiar feeling, peaceful and comfortable.

Tatata!

Joyful and rapid footsteps sounded, and even faster than this was a clear and sweet female voice.

"Too slow, brother!"

Jinguji Haru watched her brother appear at the door, a flash of joy flashed in her eyes, but she still pretended to be dissatisfied.

"Why did you come home so late when you just returned to China? Isn't it because you learned something bad while abroad?"

Seeing his sister's suspicious eyes, Jinguji Hikaru couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, this is impossible."

"why?"

"Your brother, I am lazy, so I am too lazy to learn."

Jinguji Haru was choked up and speechless by Jinguji Hikaru's arrogant and absurd reasoning.

Wouldn't this explanation make people more worried?

"Give me a good explanation!"

"Ah, I'm exhausted. Let's talk about anything tomorrow."

Jinguji Hikaru walked to the door of the room and smiled at Jinguji Haru.

"Well, see you tomorrow."

"Oh!"

Looking at the closed door, Jinguji Haru puffed up his face angrily.

"Really!"

"Hahaha."

Late at night, the empty tennis court still echoed with the sound of heavy breathing.

Akutsu lay on the ground exhausted, with an unprecedented happy expression on his face.

"Are you happy playing tennis? Akutsu."

For some reason, when Akutsu was immersed in this happiness, Coach Banda's gentle voice suddenly sounded in his mind, as well as the smiling face that made Akutsu look very unhappy.

The faint smile on his lips slowly faded.

Thinking of that old man at this time is really unpleasant!

Akujin snorted, then stood up slowly, not caring about the dust on his body, and walked directly out of the stadium.

Perhaps because of the environment, in the silent night, Akutsu felt a little lonely and a little regretful for the first time in a long time.

It would be great if Yamabuki could advance to the national competition.

"It's so boring!"

Perhaps because he couldn't stand that he had such pretentious and ignorant thoughts, Akutsu snorted coldly and disappeared into the night without saying a word.

For a while, the stadium returned to silence. Only an obvious trace of a human figure on the ground proved that something existed, or in other words, remained.

"Oh!"

"Game, Oishi Kikumaru, 6-2!"

"Qingxue!"

"Qingxue!"

"Qingxue!"