Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

Hearing this.

"Have you been discovered?"

"To be honest, this is also a tradition of Seigaku."

Yamato Yuta smiled at Yanagi Renji calmly.

After all, it is a fact that he has an old injury on his arm, and it is also a fact that the current Seigaku Tennis Club President Tezuka Kunimitsu has an old injury on his arm.

The only difference is the cause of the injury.

Of course, whether this is a self-deprecation or a mockery of the Seigaku Tennis Club, it is unknown.

"Senior Yamato, continue."

Without saying much, Yanagi Renji walked back to the receiving position and said calmly.

Although the opponent Yamato Yuta has a problem with his arm, it does not mean that the opponent is really weak.

If he is really a bad player, the Neon U-17 training camp would not invite him to join.

"The expressionless face of Renji Junior reminds me of the figure of a certain junior."

The figure of Yanagi Renji was reflected in his eyes, but gradually overlapped with another figure.

At this moment, Yamato Yuta couldn't help but sigh.

At the same time, he came to the serving position.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

After hitting the tennis ball a few times.

When a crisp collision sounded.

The tennis ball turned into a stream of light and flew straight to the opposite side.

However, the result did not change at all.

Bang!

1-0!

Bang!

3-0!

Bang!

4-0!

Not long after.

Yanagi Renji took the fourth game neatly and easily.

Yamato Yuta on the opposite side seemed to have no resistance from beginning to end.

"Hey, hey, hey, Yamato."

"Stop playing, okay?"

"Even if you want to let it go, you should be more subtle."

Nakagawa Naigaimichi shouted speechlessly off the court.

First, it was Mori Jusaburo who indulged himself in depravity, and now it is Yamato Yuta who has been slacking off.

Let’s not talk about the fact that this match was because of Mifune Nyudo.

Even if it is placed on the status of a player in the Neon U-17 training camp, it is still quite embarrassing.

After all, this is not the time when seniors need to take care of juniors and give opportunities.

“I really can’t do anything with you, Senior Nakagawa~”

“In that case, I can only go all out.”

Scratching his head slightly embarrassedly, Yamato Yuta sighed helplessly.

He will not play tennis in the near future.

Even if it is because of this match that he has to stay in this deep mountain forest.

In fact, he will not stay for long.

Even Mifune Nyudo will not ‘torture’ him too much.

A half-disabled guy, an old man who likes to play tricks on little ghosts, will not be interested in him much.

"That's what I said~"

"At least he is a so-called divine player."

"How could he be just that level?"

"If that's the case, it's not an exaggeration to call him a divine player."

The people at Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School.

Niou Masaharu directly transformed into Kirihara Akaya, and his tone was so lifelike.

"Senior Yamato was observing Senior Renji before."

At this time.

Kitagawa said softly.

"Observing a data tennis player?"

Slightly startled, Yagyu Hiroshi asked softly.

After all, data tennis is essentially about observing the opponent, collecting all relevant data, and then converting this data into your own attack.

Just like binary.

Countless 1s and countless 0s are intertwined, and the most likely result is finally calculated.

Similarly.

Data tennis players also have a thorough understanding of themselves.

Only in this way can they combine their own factors to exert the power of the "sharp blade" in their hands.

To observe a data tennis player, either the other party is also a data tennis player, or it is stupid.

In fact.

It is not just Yagyu Hiroshi who is confused.

Even Sanada Genichirō, Yukimura Seiichi, Jackal Kuwabara, and Niou Masaharu are the same.

And at this moment.

On the court.

"Originally."

"In my current state, I can't show my so-called ball skills or magical skills."

"However, I have not gained anything from walking in the mountains for more than ten days."

"Although it is just a unique move that has been initially conceived, and it is a move specially customized for someone."

"But, any move needs to be polished and perfected."

"So, I hope that Renji Junior Brother doesn't mind."

Yamato Yuta, holding a tennis ball in one hand and a racket in the other, gradually became serious.

As if this move was very important to him.

"Yeah."

Nodding, a smile rose in Yanagi Renji's eyes.A hint of anticipation.

Even if it is said that just collecting a series of data on Beichuan is enough for him now.

But data maniacs are not called for nothing.

The data of a skilled player, even if it is a skilled player who cannot exert his full strength, can also serve as a reference to a certain extent.

This will definitely help in processing Beichuan's data.

"I once made a promise with a genius junior."

"The so-called promise of the pillar."

While speaking.

Yamato Yuta threw the tennis ball in his hand into the air.

"To be honest, I was really bad at that time."

"So bad that I could only use an endless, moral kidnapping-like promise to keep the disappointed boy."

He jumped up, his eyes flashed, and swung the racket brazenly.

Bang!

A crisp collision sound that was not fierce sounded.

The tennis ball left the racket face and flew to the opposite side.

Step!

"I can't be a hero, nor do I have the ability to be the pillar supporting the tennis club."

"But..."

"He has it!"

The moment these words fell.

The tennis ball also fell to the ground.

Then it bounced out of bounds.

Huh!

With almost no hesitation, Yanagi Renji swung the racket in his hand directly.

But this time, he missed.

At the same time.

Boom...Boom...

On his other side, the tennis ball bounced out of bounds.

"Is the data...wrong...?"

"Or...am I seen through?"

"Or is this a divine skill?"

He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the tennis ball that stopped behind him.

Yagi Renji couldn't help but think.

"Burp!"

"Valid ball."

"15-0!"

"The god scored!"

After another burp, Mifune Nyudo announced the result directly.

But what he said was a little strange.

"Really... a charlatan!"

"Emotional words, subtle fake moves..."

Masaharu Niou directly transformed into Genichirō Sanada, and said solemnly.

No doubt.

He saw the ball just now very clearly.

"If I'm not mistaken, that person should be Senior Tezuka, the current head of the Seigaku Tennis Club."

"In a sense."

"This move is definitely a magical skill for the person mentioned by Senior Yamato."

Kitagawa did not comment on Masaharu Niou's straightforward words, but said these two sentences.