Net King: This player is backed by justice

You should be feeling a little bit of pressure, Maori.

Osamu Watanabe looked at Juzaburo Mori, whose expression gradually became serious, with a playful expression.

When a person tries hard to surpass and defeat others, but finds that no matter how hard he tries, the other person is always one step or even several steps ahead of him, and the gap cannot be narrowed. At that time, the powerlessness that emerges is the most frustrating. People suffer.

Of course, Jusaburo Mori's feeling is not that serious yet, but it will be soon.

"Oh!"

Jusaburo Mori hit the ball with a solemn expression.

A wave of air was released, and the tennis ball, with a good sense of pressure, accurately landed in the blind spot of Jinguji Hikari's service area. Mori Jusaburo did not stop and ran towards the center of the court.

"Haha, it's really rare to see this guy Mouri look so motivated."

Yuan Zhe also chuckled, not sure whether it was mocking or joking.

"This is also the first time I've seen this guy look so solemn."

Ping Shanzhi said something coolly with a straight face.

"Don't cry over spilled milk, it's hard to get it back, pfft."

When Eiji Kikumaru heard this, he carefully approached Oishi's ear and whispered: "In this case, it's more appropriate to wait until it's too late."

Dashi said with a smile: "This is the so-called humor."

"Of course it's humorous!"

"Boy, are you looking down on the humor of our Shitenbao Temple!"

As soon as Oishi finished speaking, Ping Shanzhi and Hara Tetsuya immediately looked like they wanted to eat people, with dark faces and dangerous eyes staring at Oishi and Kikumaru.

This time, Oishi and Kikumaru were so frightened that they broke into cold sweat. Their hands quickly gathered in front of their chests, shaking irregularly and awkwardly.

"No, no, no, no, no!"

"Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry!"

"Idiot, doesn't apologizing at this time mean that this is what you are thinking!"

Zenyuki Taira and Tetsuya Hara decisively aimed their fire at Kikumaru.

Kikumaru suddenly became more nervous.

His teeth were chattering nervously, his eyes flickered, and he gradually lost focus under the gangster-like aura of Ping Shanzhi and Hara Tetsuya.

Seeing Kikumaru's nervous look, Zenyuki Taira and Tetsuya Hara suddenly showed smiles that seemed to be successful, and then...

"Snapped!"

Their hands fell on Kikumaru's shoulders at the same time, and Kikumaru's whole body trembled nervously.

"You're kidding!"

Kikumaru looked at Zenyuki Taira and Tetsuya Hara with trembling eyes, smiling palely as if they had saved their lives.

"I, I know."

"Oh!"

"Game, Jinguji Hikari, 2-0!"

Hearing Watanabe Osamu's careless voice, Taira Zenyuki and Hara Tetsu also put their hands on Kikumaru's shoulders. They ignored Kikumaru's awkward expression and looked at the court with interest.

"Hey, that guy is still so awesome."

"It's better to say it's even more powerful than before. That boy Maori is in trouble."

At this time, Kikumaru was looking at Oishi wildly.

Dashi, save me.

Sorry, your friend is temporarily unavailable.

Oishi looked at Yuan Tetsuya and He Shanzhi curiously.

"Excuse me, what do you two mean by this sentence?"

"Hey! Don't you guys know?!"

Yuan Zheye glanced at Dashi strangely and said with a smile: "He alone, compared to people without talent, the most annoying thing is people who don't work hard."

Hey!

Oishi and Kikumaru were slightly stunned when they heard this.

"It seems you really don't know."

Yuan Zheye's smile faded slightly and he said, "Guang, this kid, was ostracized before because of this incident."

"boom!"

A fiery and terrifying line of fire stretched across the stadium, and a terrifying heat wave swept across the entire venue.

Jinguji Hikaru looked indifferent and stared at Mori Jusaburo with cold eyes.

A terrifying aura was looming.

And Jusaburo Mori, who was standing in front of him, looked pale at this time, his eyes were shaking, and the hand holding the racket was trembling slightly.

What happened to that ball just now!

"Senior, let's get a ball back."

Jinguji Hikaru looked at Mori Jusaburo coldly and said indifferently.

"After all, when I saw how awesome my senior was before, it just needs to make me feel a little excited."

This guy!

Mouri Juzaburo was frightened and angry, but there was always a fear in his heart, which made him dare not face Jinguji Hikari directly. Just looking at Jinguji Hikari made his hands and feet feel cold and weak.

Damn it, what's going on!

Something is wrong.

Osamu Watanabe looked a little more serious at this time. As someone who had been with Jinguji Hikaru for a long time, he had indeed made a lot of efforts to attract Jinguji Hikari into the Tentenho Temple, so he was very interested in Jinguji Hikaru. There is also a certain understanding.

Mori Juzaburo is indeed the type that Jinguji Hikaru doesn't like, but he just doesn't like him a little bit. Just like a picky eater, he just doesn't take the initiative to deal with him if he doesn't like him. But now, Jinguji Hikaru's state is obviously wrong.

He went with the intention of defeating Juzaburo Mori and defeating him.

Not only was the serve as powerful as a volcanic eruption, but also the terrifying, shocking and overwhelming momentum.

It was like the first time he saw Hikari Jinguji at the field court.

Lonely, indifferent, domineering, terrifying, even cruel.

To be honest, even Osamu Watanabe was shocked by the look in Hikari Jinguji's eyes.

At that time, he just stood there motionless, especially when Jinguji Hikari walked past him and passed by him, the cold and suffocating feeling was still fresh in his memory.

Although I don't know why, Jinguji Hikari's condition gradually improved, but now, the symptoms have returned.

What happened to him recently?

Osamu Watanabe looked at Jinguji Hikaru with extremely serious eyes.

Tezuka Kunimitsu, Fuji Shusuke and others also noticed the abnormality.

Kikumaru was no longer afraid of Taira Zenyuki and Hara Tetsu on both sides, and looked at Jinguji Hikaru with solemn eyes.

"Dashi, something seems wrong."

Oishi also nodded seriously, recalling in his mind the scene when Jinguji Hikaru and Atobe Keigo played in the game.

"The situation is more serious than it was then."

Tezuka Kunimitsu looked straight at Jinguji Hikari, watching him keep bouncing tennis balls to the ground. He was clearly standing there, but he rejected everything, overcame everything, and ignored everything. His eyes flashed. A strong look of worry.

"Jinguji, what happened to you?"

At the same time, Inoue also won the sub-regional championship because of Qingxue, and planned to conduct a special investigation on the members of the Qingxue Tennis Club, and the first one to bear the brunt was Jinguji Hikari.

"Hi, hello, I'm Inoue from Tokyo Tennis Monthly. Are you the elementary school teacher of Hikari Jinguji? For future interviews, I want to know something about Hikari Jinguji's life at school. I don't know. Is it inconvenient for you?"

When Inoue heard the answer on the phone, he smiled and said, "Thank you very much. Please tell me something in general."

Afterwards, Inoue's expression immediately became stunned and solemn.

"What, you mean!"

"Oh!"

"Game, Jinguji Hikari, 6-0!"

Jinguji Hikari looked indifferently at Mori Jusaburo who was lying on the ground with doubtful eyes about life.

"Senior, that's all."

The cold and merciless words made Mori Jusaburo feel that his heart was being strangled, and the feeling of suffocation made him very painful.

Glancing at Juzaburo Mouri indifferently, Jinguji Hikaru turned to Coach Watanabe Osamu and Ryuzaki and said, "Coach, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

When Coach Ryuzaki heard this, he immediately wanted to stop it, but was stopped by Osamu Watanabe on the side.

"Okay, I understand, I'll just do whatever you want."

"Thank you."

After Jinguji Hikari said this, he packed up his things and left.

As for Mouri Juzaburo, after Jinguji Hikaru left, the terrifying aura that was weighing on his heart finally dissipated.

"Hahaha."

Looking at Mori Jusaburo who was lying on the ground, breathing heavily as if he was surviving a disaster.

Everyone looked complicated.

It feels a bit pitiful.