Net King: This player is backed by justice

Seeing that Jinguji Hikari really seemed to be planning to fight Atobe Keigo with a cross racket, everyone at the scene couldn't help but feel shocked.

The minister is not joking.

"If you're ready, I'll serve."

Jinguji Hikaru said calmly: "This game has been going on for a long time."

As he spoke, he glanced at the sun that was about to set.

"I still want to go home for dinner."

Humiliation, unspeakable humiliation, this is the first time that Atobe Keigo has been looked down upon like this.

"Hmph! Okay, I'll take a closer look at how you plan to make a fool of yourself with that bat!"

Atobe Keigo said bitterly.

"Making a fool of yourself? You, the one who asked me to use this racket, must be the one who makes a lot of fools of himself."

Jinguji Hikaru smiled faintly without much retort, just like what he said before, this game has been going on for a while and it is time to end.

"Whoosh."

Jinguji Hikari flicked his wrist and then threw the tennis ball into the air.

Everyone stared at the tennis ball with intense eyes, wondering whether Hikaru Jinguji could hit the tennis ball with this racket.

next moment.

"Oh!"

It actually hit!

Everyone looked at Jinguji Hikari in disbelief. While surprised, the original fiery admiration in their eyes became even stronger.

This guy actually came over!

Seeing Jinguji Hikaru actually hit the ball, Atobe Keigo gritted his teeth unwillingly.

The unwillingness was not because Hikari Jinguji didn't fail, but he had to admit that before Hikaru Jinguji served, he actually hoped that Hikaru Jinguji would succeed.

"Interesting! It's really interesting!"

Although he was annoyed by Jinguji Hikaru's behavior of teasing him again and again, in addition, Atobe Keigo still had a lot of appreciation for Jinguji Hikari. This is the so-called hero cherishing the hero.

"Hmph! The speed, angle, and strength have dropped a lot. It seems that you are also half-assed!"

Atobe Keigo did not miss any opportunity to mock Jinguji Hikaru, and at the same time became more persistent in his tricky attacks.

"Oh!"

Seeing the ball played by Keigo Atobe, Yushi Ninzu's eyes flashed.

Atobe deliberately increased the tempo, seemingly targeting Hikaru Jinguji's lack of proficiency with that racket, forcing him to make mistakes.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

This was the first time Keigo Atobe took the initiative to take over the rhythm of the game.

The youth academy members looked at Hikaru Jinguji, who was a little restrained because of the cross racket. Every time Hikari Jinguji hit the ball, they were frightened, fearing that Hikari Jinguji would make a mistake, and then looked at Hikaru Jinguji. There was another burst of excitement when he hit back, but after Keigo Atobe hit the ball back, he felt regretful for a while, and then started a new round of nervousness.

Repeatedly jumping horizontally was also a period of physical and mental exhaustion.

Watching the minister play is so tiring!

Atobe Keigo took control of the game for the first time in a long time and felt a sense of joy, but whenever he glanced at the cross racket in Jinguji Hikaru's hand, his expression became complicated.

I won, but it felt like I lost.

"Oh!"

"Game, Atobe Keigo, 3-1!"

After Yushi Ninzu reported the score, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he was considered a winner.

Jinguji Hikaru looked neither sad nor happy after losing a game. He had been using this cross racket for a week, and he usually only practiced against the wall. However, he really improved a lot by competing with others.

In just one game, Jinguji Hikaru has gradually figured out the ropes.

In the next round, the counterattack begins.

"Oh!"

Atobe Keigo fired a ball aggressively, Jinguji Hikari's eyes stern, and he opened his stance like a big bow, with the muscles in his arms tense.

Try this trick.

A cold light flashed in Jingujiguang's eyes.

Point gun!

"Oh!"

The racket with only two strings was like a loaded firearm. The next moment, the tennis ball was turned into a bullet and shot out, but... ． ． ． ． ．

"Whoosh!"

Atobe Keigo only felt a pain in his cheek, and a terrifying strong wind swept past his ears.

"out! 15-0!"

At this time, Atobe Keigo subconsciously blocked the voice of Yushi Ninzu announcing the score, and looked at Jinguji Hikari solemnly. From the ball just now, he felt a terrifying sense of crisis.

"Ah, it seems I'm still a little anxious."

Jinguji Hikaru smiled lightly and said: "Next time, just use 80% of your strength."

Hearing Jinguji Hikaru's soliloquy, Atobe Keigo's heart sank.

That guy is not really familiar with that cross racket!

Facts have proved that Atobe Keigo's worries were not groundless.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

how so!

Ninzu Yushi watched with a dazed expression as Jinguji Hikari used the cross racket in his hand like a fish in water, as if it was no different from an ordinary racket, and gradually began to suppress Atobe again.

Atobe Keigo struggled a lot, but still gritted his teeth and refused to give up.

Needless to say, this cross racket is really a little relaxing after you get used to it.

Although Jinguji Hikaru can only use 80% of his strength for accuracy, every sharp shot puts a lot of psychological pressure on Atobe Keigo.

For a proud person like Atobe Keigo, not being able to let Jinguji use a normal racket is already a loss.

We absolutely cannot lose so easily!

Atobe Keigo's eyes hardened.

At least Jinguji Hikaru must know his strength.

Subsequently, Atobe Keigo deliberately hit more balls towards Jinguji Hikaru in the subsequent exchanges.

Looking at Keigo Atobe aiming intently at the handle of his racket, how could Hikaru Jinguji not know what Keigo Atobe was planning.

I really don't want to be too cruel to you, but you insist on doing this.

Facing the flying tennis ball, Jinguji Hikaru moved his arm slightly down.

"Oh!"

Hit!

Seeing the tennis ball hitting the racket handle in Jinguji Hikaru's hand and bouncing high, Atobe Keigo looked happy.

"Let me show you this move of mine! Jinguji Hikaru!"

Atobe Keigo shouted excitedly, and then jumped up high.

When Yushi Ninzu saw this, his expression changed slightly.

"Atobe! Be careful!"

Atobe Keigo, who jumped up, saw something in the air that made his pupils shrink. Jinguji Hikaru's expression was relaxed and calm, and he still held the racket intact in his hand.

You are already at the end of your strength. It is not an easy task to knock the racket out of my hand with the iron in my hand.

Sensing the joking in Jinguji Hikaru's eyes, Atobe Keigo's expression tightened, and then became more focused and determined!

So what if the racket is in hand!

"The one doing the smashing now is me!"

Atobe Keigo summoned all his strength and dunked the tennis ball down hard.

It was like a cannonball hitting Hikaru Jinguji's court.

And the figure of Jinguji Hikaru also moved at this moment.

"Oh!"

Seeing the two strings covering the tennis ball like a dragnet, Atobe Keigo's eyes widened in surprise.

"Tennis is not a sport where you can win with just a smash, Atobe-kun."

Jinguji Hikari smiled slightly, and then

"Oh!"

"Game, Jinguji Hikari, 6-1!"