Tennis: In Hyotei, inheriting the miracle generation

Tennis is full of endless possibilities?

The corner of Nanjiro's mouth twitched.

He understood!

To put it bluntly, what it means is that the strength of the three singles players of Seigaku is far inferior to that of Hyotei!

"Hey......"

Sigh.

From this, it seems that my decision to call Long Ya back to Neon was completely correct!

Only Long Ya joined Qingxue and ensured a victory for Qingxue.

Only then will Longma have a chance to win the championship.

......

......

the other side.

The atmosphere in the Qingxue preparation area was dead silent.

The total score is 2-0!

They, the young students, are already on the edge of a cliff. If they take one more step back, they will fall into the abyss!

And next, singles three.

As teammates of Takeshi Momoshiro, they should, in theory, trust Momoshiro unconditionally and give him full encouragement.

but......

Only silence!

Whether it is the Seigaku players who lost the game, or Fuji and Ryoma who have not yet played.

At this moment, everyone was silent!

of course.

It’s no wonder that teammates don’t trust Taocheng.

Trust is a kind of judgment tendency based entirely on feelings when you cannot see the future.

But they can see the future clearly!

Momoshiro Takeshi's personal strength is just that of an ordinary Kanto level with some talent. Facing Jiro, the legendary "number two man" of Hyotei, Momoshiro's chance of winning is almost zero!

Everyone has seen the inevitable failure.

If they still have confidence in Taocheng, they are completely deceiving their own brains.

"Rub--"

however.

Faced with the solemn atmosphere of his teammates, Takeshi Momoshiro looked calm. He wiped his cheeks with a towel and adjusted himself to the best condition.

"it is good!"

"I will be the one to turn the tide from now on!"

Throw the towel into the air.

Amid the surprised looks of the other Qingxue candidates, Momoshiro spoke confidently.

He didn't look back.

But Qingxue's teammates knew that Momoshiro Takeshi said this deliberately for them to hear!

"Ta Ta..."

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps.

In the audience, Horio, who has two and a half years of rich tennis experience, saw the trajectory of the towel in the air and walked down the court helplessly: "Really, Momoshiro-senpai, you didn't throw the towel far enough."

talking.

He also trotted towards the bottom of the towel.

"Huhu--"

Suddenly.

A gentle breeze blew.

Under Horio's stunned gaze, the towel in the air just floated with the wind and landed precisely on the back of the chair in the coach's seat.

"what?"

Horio raised his right hand awkwardly, and his whole body froze in place, like a robot that had lost power, and did not move for a long time.

"Game start!"

"In this singles match of three, Seigaku Momoshiro Takeshi starts first, and it's over in one round!"

After a brief guessing game between the two sides, the referee extended his right arm, representing Taocheng's half, and started shouting.

soon.

Both parties took their positions.

Momoshiro Takeshi first simply hit the tennis ball a few times, and when he felt it was about right, he grabbed the tennis ball in his left hand and made a throwing motion.

but.

Just when everyone thought that Momoshiro was about to kick off, Takeshi Momoshiro suddenly froze on the field and stopped throwing the ball.

"Hello--"

"Hey, can you please cheer up? We are still in the game!"

Looking at Jiro who was limp and exhausted, Momoshiro Takeshi's face darkened and he couldn't help but remind him that the other party was about to fall to the ground at any time and he really didn't want to take advantage of him!

"Contest?"

"what?"

"Oh, then you tee off."

Jiro, with lifeless eyes, was stunned for a moment, as if he had heard what Momoshiro Takeshi said, but it seemed as if he had not heard it at all.

Without him.

Although his eyes were open, he was really too sleepy. Staring at Takeshi Momoshiro on the opposing court, he couldn't even tell whether the scene in front of him was reality or a dream!

"Is it really a competition?"

“I’m so sleepy…”

"This must be a dream, right? But being able to play tennis in a dream is such a wonderful dream!"

As Jilang thought about it, his head slowly sank, as if he was about to "wake up" shivering in the next moment.

"Damn it!"

See this scene!

Taocheng finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he threw the tennis ball into the air, jumped up and swung the racket in one smooth move.

"boom--"

With a dull thud, the tennis ball went straight to Jiro's backcourt.

only...

This ball path...

"Ah? The power and speed of the serve are remarkable, but where did it land? In front of Jiro? And it's exactly the distance for a flat hit?"

"Isn't the ball control level of this Qingxue singles player a bit too low?"

It was just a ball at the beginning, but there was a hint of surprise on Oshitsuka's face.

This is too unbelievable, isn't it?!

This is the semi-finals of the Kanto Tournament!

He could never have imagined that he would witness such a terrible serve.

"Idiot?" Shishido Ryo smacked his lips, also with a look of disdain on his face: "Does the opponent want to win by relying on the power of the serve?"

"Strange, it stands to reason that the opponent should be placed in a singles position that tests overall strength more."

"It's impossible for an individual to be so weak."

On the side, Atobe frowned slightly, but he sensed something unusual.

Just like Chotaro and Gakuto of Hyotei.

For example, players whose tennis abilities are not comprehensive enough are often arranged in doubles, which is the most common arrangement.

"and many more!"

Suddenly!

He had been staring at the details of the court, and suddenly he was startled and found a clue.

"Wake up, Jiro!"

"That ball..."

Atobe tried to shout out a warning, but fortunately, he quickly realized that this was a competition.

Then, he swallowed his judgment back into his stomach.

"Ok?"

Inside the stadium, Jiro was slightly stunned.

He seemed to hear Atobe's voice?

Is it an illusion?

Or did he dream about Atobe?

but......

Looking at the path of the ball, Jilang shook his head in disdain: "What a low-quality serve. It seems that I am still in a dream. As for the theme of the dream..."

"When I woke up, the level of tennis in the world dropped 100 times?"

Thinking casually.

Jilang turned his wrist and was about to return a superb through ball.

only.

"Brush it!"

Under the incredulous gaze of the entire audience, the tennis ball, after landing, actually bent at a large angle and bounced directly from the side of Jiro to out of bounds.

At the same time, Jilang's back-pulling and swinging action also came to an abrupt stop!

"Varied..."

"what?"

Jiro was stunned!

After the tennis ball landed on the ground, it turned and bounced up directly?

With such a large-angle spinning ball, there is no sense of stagnation?

This is illogical, isn't it?

Could it be that I thought wrong?

In this dream of mine, the strength of tennis players around the world has increased 100 times?