[Net King] Hey, hey, I'm a passerby

It seems to be a matter of course to win four rounds, and the game has become a one-sided situation.

Those who are familiar with the two in the auditorium know that even though they are leading, the cooperation between the two is still not flattering.

A return from the US team can't help but startled Atobe and Sanada on the opposite side, as well as the audience on the court.

"It seems to be getting serious."

Sanada looked at his opponent with a blank expression on his face.

"It wouldn't be fun otherwise."

There was laziness in Atobe's voice, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

The next round seemed to be completely in the hands of the US team.

The score became 4-1, the Japanese team lost the first game, and this game was Atobe's serve.

"It's okay, Atobe's serve game is gone."

While saying this, Risa looked at Ayumi beside her.

The latter still maintained a smile, as if he was not worried about the situation on the field at all.

Suzuki on the side looked at the losing round, frowning slightly.

Suzuki is different from others, she also plays tennis herself, although she is not interested in joining the women's tennis team, the blue-haired girl is not weak.

That return, very strong.

Immediately afterwards, the serve named Billy undoubtedly shocked everyone.

"It's the first time I've seen that kind of serve."

Shuzaki opened his mouth slightly and sighed.

"That's another trick of that Billy Caddy, the lasso serve."

"Lasso serve?"

Only after repeating it did I feel something was wrong.

"Hey, Xiaoyi?!!"

"What's the matter? Why do you look like you saw a monster?"

Xiaoyi said coolly, and glanced at the few people beside him who were also shocked.

"No, nothing, but how did Xiaoyi know?"

Lisha twitched the corners of her lips, please, it's strange, okay, someone like you should know nothing, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you like tennis!

"I investigated it beforehand. Why, is it strange?"

"No, not weird, not weird at all."

Lisha shrank her body, shook her head and said.

It can't be blamed for Lisha succumbing to Xiaoyi's lust, it's because the latter is too strong, not because the former is too weak!

The game continued, and everyone listened to the black-haired girl's explanation bit by bit.

"The lasso serves, which means throwing out the rope that traps the cow, spinning the racket, and the ball will be very malleable."

"However, to spin the racket so hard, his control is really good."

Suzuki interjected from the side.

"That's the superiority of his motor nerves."

Everyone nodded knowledgeably, only Ayumi's eyes flashed a trace of doubt.

In the game that was still going on, the score had become 4-2. In a blink of an eye, the US team had pulled back two rounds, and although the Japanese team was still ahead, everyone knew that if this continued, they would be overtaken or even lost. It's just a matter of time.

Because, although Atobe and Sanada are both top players, they have no doubles cooperation at all.

As Atobe fell hard to the ground and failed to save the ball, the score officially became 4-3.

Risa looked to the side, but she still saw Ayumi smiling, she almost wondered if her friend was wearing a mask on her face.

You know, just now when Atobu fell to the ground, she let out a soft breath.

But Lisa didn't know that, in a place she didn't see, Ayumi Fen clenched her fists tightly, and her nails were embedded in the flesh.

"That Mike Leigh, he came to the United States from China, the only son of a rich man."

Xiaoyi explained to everyone indifferently.

"Big millionaire? Isn't that just like Atobe?"

Risa said in surprise.

"Almost. That Mike has been trained in martial arts since he was a child, and he is called a young master. Mike's father is a foreign Chinese, and he has accumulated his current wealth through untold hardships. In this world, eat others or be eaten by others."

"America is such a scary place."

"This is the life wisdom he acquired in the cruel business society of the United States. Mike grew up under the teaching of his father. Only by standing at the top and not underestimating the enemy can he guarantee his foothold. For To survive, one has to keep winning."

"Eh? This idea is really..."

"It's really true."

Nakajima, who had been glued to Risa's body to keep quiet, suddenly opened his eyes, and continued Suzuki's words.

"No matter what, as long as you stand on the field, there is only one winner. No one likes to lose. Whether it is for survival or not, you must win!"

Saying that, Nakajima's blue eyes shone with dazzling brilliance.

And the others, just listening to what Nakajima said, fell into thinking.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, the score on the court became 4-4. No one knows what Atobe and Sanada are thinking at this moment when they are leading by four rounds and being chased by their opponents for four consecutive rounds. However, it must be something wrong. Just feel good.

"The art is not deep in your piay."

The moment he passed by, Mike said this to Atobe.

"What did you say?!"

Atobe turned around with an obviously bad tone.

Seeing Mike walking away step by step, Atobe's eyes became darker and darker.

"What did he say to you?"

Sanada walked up to Atobe and asked.

"He said that my uncle's style of play is too simple."

Atobe still didn't say that he would meet Mike's gaze.

"Atobe, it's your serve next, calm down."

"You tell me to calm down?!"

"If you play at your usual level, you should be able to pull it back and maintain a normal mind."

"Stop kidding, it can't be done."

The gray-haired boy lowered his head slightly, unable to see his expression clearly.

"Atobe-kun, please go back to the tee."

The referee looked at Atobe who was still standing there, and reminded him.

"Atobe, let's concentrate on the game."

"Don't be wordy! Even if you don't say it, I won't give up. Don't worry."

Seeing the two quarreling, Ayumi could no longer hold back the smile on her face, and looked at the field with her brows furrowed.

Jing Wu.

The gray-haired boy turned his head and caught sight of a familiar pink in the auditorium, Ayumi.

Back at the serving place, he squeezed the small yellow ball in his hand, his eyes became sharp.

An astonishingly talented serve, an astonishingly talented young man.

"Name it, Tannhauser serves."

Taking a deep breath and opening his beautiful eyes, the young man said slowly:

"Let's indulge in my master's beauty!"

Indeed, unconsciously intoxicating.

And because of this trick, the people on the US team felt uncomfortable.

"Hey, I've never heard of this trick!"

"Don't panic. At this time, if you lose your way, you will only kill yourself. You have to think and feel."

Mike's eyes changed.

Ayumi in the stands smiled subconsciously when Atobe proudly announced Tannhauser's serve.

With the second serve, the audience shouted together: the winner is Atobe, the winner is Atobe, the winner is Atobe...

However, after just three serves, Atobe made a serve error.

It seems that for that serve, Atobe's ball control is still not enough.

Looking at Atobe, who was sweating and wearing rough clothes, Ayumi's eyes were full of worry.

As the game progressed, Atobe's physical strength was obviously exhausted, and he even fell to the ground when receiving a return ball.

"Jingwu!"

Seeing the boy lying on the ground, Ayumi couldn't help standing up and exclaiming.

As a result, this also caused Ayumi to become the focus of everyone, but the girl didn't care about it at all, her eyes were locked on the boy in the field.

Atobe stood up, pounced on the □, and then seemed to not even look to the auditorium, and began to talk to Sanada.

The girl bit her lower lip and sat back on her seat.

"It's okay, Ayumi."

Lisha asked hastily.

"Yes, Senior Iori, your face is very pale."

"It's okay, don't worry."

Shaking her head at everyone, the girl lowered her head and covered her expression.

After that, the atmosphere on the court seemed to change.

After a lob, Sanada also went to the net, so both were at the net.

The formation also seemed to have a big reverberation in the rear rest area.

"Two people block the net."

Blindly blurted out.

"This is the first formation I've seen in this game."

Bu Er said with a smile.

"It suddenly evolved into a real doubles combination!"

Kikumaru, who was on Echizen's body, sighed.

"Is such a doubles team qualified?"

"Well, but it's still far behind me and Oishi."

The game became more and more verbal. Everyone knew that with Atobu's current state, it was impossible to win the tie-break. Therefore, this No. 12 round was a fate-determining round.

Just when everyone thought that Atobe would play the disillusioned waltz, the boy just swung the beat lightly, and Sanada followed closely behind with a heavy smash.

"I always feel that they are very consistent."

"The two of you are like dancing."

"So, Atobe seems to have said that I once met Sanada at a certain concert, which seemed to be a Latin music concert."

Bear enough to recall.

"Latin music? Tango, samba or something?"

Buer asked.

Atobe made a smash on the court, and Billy countered, but unexpectedly, Sanada from behind knocked down the racket in Billy's hand after a counterattack, and then Atobe scored a smash with the ball that bounced high.

A waltz of destruction completed with the strength of the two.

"For the time being, let's call it Tango of Disillusionment."

Atobe pursed his lips slightly and said proudly.

"The game is over, Sanada, Atobe, the game, 7-5."

So far, the ups and downs of the first game, doubles two, ended.

The author has something to say: a broken waltz completed with the efforts of two people.

"For the time being, let's call it Tango of Disillusionment."

Atobe pursed his lips slightly and said proudly.

"The game is over, Sanada, Atobe, the game, 7-5."

So far, the ups and downs of the first game, doubles two, ended.

Tannhauser is an opera in three acts based on a German medieval legend. Like Lohengrin, this play is the most popular of all Wagner's operas.

small theater

Everyone's reaction to hearing Atobe's words for the first time.

Atobe: Indulge in my master's beauty!

Ayumi: smile

Lisha: sweat

Nishikawa: silent

Shuzaki: ignore

Suzuki: Pfft

Nakajima: The mental hospital is on holiday today?