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Take off,? Swing.

Nanchuan Yu's spike was very sudden. When the yellow ball full of power and speed flew across the field at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, almost everyone did not react.

Of course, this does not include a few people with good dynamic vision.

"boom!"

The tennis ball hit the ground heavily, and there was a loud noise.

Hearing the huge impact sound, the audience around the stadium came back to their senses. They looked at the stadium with shock, and then slowly shifted their gaze to Yu Nanchuan.

The young boy is not tall, with slender arms and legs, and his body seems to be covered only by a thin layer of muscles.

"how……"

The audience's eyes were fixed on Nan Chuan Yu's body, their eyes filled with curiosity.

How exactly.

How does such a thin and thin body contain such a powerful force?

If someone asks this question right now, Nanchuan Yu doesn't know either.

Anyway, his strength is natural.

"15-0" The referee blew his whistle, announcing that Yu Nanchuan scored the first goal.

But even if he won the first goal so smoothly, Nanchuan Yu did not relax his vigilance in the slightest.

Because of Fuji Zhousuke opposite him, his expression is still smiling, and his aura around him is still calm and peaceful.

"Hey, the power is not bad."

"Thank you." Nan Chuanyou nodded, but his gaze on the other side became brighter and brighter.

"I'm not encouraging you." Fu Erzhou's assistant held the racket, and quickly stepped forward after serving the ball.

At the same time, Nanchuan Yu also restrained all his mind and concentrated on the game.

Through the goal just now and the information he learned before, Nanchuan Yu also realized that Fuji Shusuke is not a very aggressive player.

After probing twice, seeing the tennis ball flying high again, Nanchuan Yu took off again.

The spectators on the sidelines of the court watched Nan Chuan Yu take off, and couldn't help holding their breath at the same time.

At this moment, he is like a bird that has escaped gravity, soaring with open arms.

However, from the corner of Nanchuan Yu's vision after the jump, he saw Fujisuke who was wearing blue and white sports short-sleeves slightly opened his eyes, revealing ice blue pupils.

"boom!"

"Shh!"

The sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground and the referee's whistle sounded almost simultaneously, but everyone present couldn't help opening their mouths.

A tennis ball falls from a high altitude and bounces on the ground one by one.

However, the court where the tennis ball fell was actually in Nanchuan Yu's half court.

"15-15"

The referee sitting on the sidelines announces the score.

Nan Chuan Yu looked at Fuji Shusuke who turned his back to him, slowly folded his open arms, and then turned around after standing upright, he didn't react for a while.

At this time, all the Qingxue players standing in the player area jumped up.

"What was that just now?" The young boy who had just taken off his white sports cap, revealing short dark green hair, murmured in a low voice.

"This is one of the best three counterattacks, the brown bear was arrested!"

"This is Qingxue's genius—Fuji Zhouzhu!"

Takeshi Momoshiro, who had suffered from the same moves in the team training match, danced and danced, showing no signs of depression just now because of his doubles ability.

As if he was the one who shot the brown bear and caught him.

"Ah, I forgot to mention." Fuji Zhousuke still had that gentle smile on his face, "The same trick is useless to me."

"...Are you, a Saint Seiya?" Nan Chuanyou complained subconsciously, and after recovering, he smiled embarrassedly, and sincerely praised: "Your counterattack is very beautiful."

It is true that the smash ball should be hit back with a lob, and it is not uncommon for Nanchuan Yu to hit back with a lob.

But because of his innate strength, very few of them can hit back with a forehand.

However, Er Zhouzhu was able to do it just right. Through the change of posture, he not only eliminated the powerful impact of Nanchuan Yu's smash of the tennis ball, but also used his strength to hit the tennis ball. within the white line of the border.

This kind of delicate grasp of tennis made Nanchuan You couldn't help admiring the wonderful sense of the ball of Fuer Zhouzhu from the bottom of his heart.

Nan Chuan Yu's expression became agitated, and his gaze towards Fuji Shusuke seemed to be ignited with a flame of fighting spirit.

Among the data collected by the Tennis Club of Bingsheng Middle School, there is the least amount of information about Fujisuke, and the specific evaluation is "if you are strong, you will be strong, and there is no upper limit."

But in fact, Nanchuan Yu is also such a person who is strong when he meets the strong.

At this time, the two data tennis fans standing outside the court, Gan Zhenzhi and Guan Chuchu both got the data of Nanchuan Yu's live game, but what they didn't expect was that one person would actually be in the game in just a few months. Time, grow to such a point.

Subconsciously recorded two strokes, and sent a message from Gan Sadaharu to the mobile phone of a friend far away in Kanagawa.

When the email was received, Liu Lianer was also sitting in the stadium.

In front of him stood a somewhat weak young man.

The young man is a freshman of Lihai University this year. He is talented but a bit soft in personality. After discussing with the minister, they brought this newcomer.

After watching the rookie come on stage under the attention of the audience, Liu Lianer took out the vibrating cell phone.

On the phone, Qian Zhenzhi has sent several messages.

The exclamation point after each line is like a growl.

But even Liu Lianer, a childhood sweetheart, has never seen Qian Zhenzhi lose his composure and roar.

After a simple reply, Liu Lianer put away her phone, and then met the minister's smiling face and the deputy minister's "too relaxed" expression.

"Well, it's Yu Nanchuan." Liu Renji ignored the vice minister's glaring, but turned to the minister Seiichi Yukimura, and replied, "Today is his match against Seigaku."

"He got stronger again?"

Nodding slightly, Liu Lianer sighed regretfully, "It's a really good talent, but it's a pity that I didn't stay in Lihai University."

"Liu, the king is not afraid of the strength of his opponent."

Yukimura Seiichi, who had a delicate appearance and a gentle smile, was full of domineering words, but he immediately changed the subject and looked at Akaya Kirihara, who was being educated in the corner.

"However, Chi also needs to consider how to defeat the opponent."

Kirihara Chi, whose head was being rubbed, also instinctively felt a chill and shivered.

At the same time, Sadaji received a letter from Liu Lian Er...

Cracked.

He glanced at the information on the phone in shock, and then quickly recorded something in the green-covered book with no expression on his face, murmuring incessantly.

"Really, the potential is extraordinary."

The screen of the mobile phone that was already in the pocket gradually went out, and there was only one sentence on it.

"Nan Chuanyou has officially been exposed to tennis for one year, three months and four days."

With the rustling sound of the pen tip touching the paper, the competition in the arena became more and more intense.

Even though it was just a match between junior high school students, the match between the two seemed like a conflict of tennis concepts.

Is it an attack or a defensive counterattack?

Is it strength or skill?

The time has come to the match point, and the two have each won six rounds, but neither of them managed to get two victories. The tie-break made the tension of the game even more intense.

The audience watching all around held their breath and watched the two nervously, for fear that their voices would cause any mistake.

Except for the A-1 arena, people in other arenas have already finished their matches one after another, which caused the crowds around them to become more and more crowded.

This also caused more and more people around the nose of the plane, even those who were all in black.

In the eyes of those who really love tennis, even bad can't stop them from taking a good view of the game.

Yu Nanchuan hit back the tennis ball with a backhand, adjusting his breathing with his steps.

Although his physical strength and strength are extremely superior, in order to fight against Fuji Shusuke's increasingly weird ball, he must run faster and stronger, which also makes his consumption several times more than that of Fuji Shusuke.

And Fuji Zhousuke who was standing opposite him was also very embarrassed, with sweat sliding down his cheeks, his thin shirt stuck to the deep mountain, his strong arms trembling slightly unnaturally.

This is the performance of Fujiu's exhaustion, no matter how exquisite his skills are, every time he comes into contact with that powerful tennis ball, he must bear a certain amount of strength.

Muscles were already warning him.

Compared with his tired muscles, the throbbing pain at the temple caused by the high-speed operation of the brain made Fuji Shusuke even more uncomfortable.

Due to excessive physical exertion, Fuji Zhousuke's movements could no longer maintain the precision as before, which made him have to spend more thinking to make up for it.

Fuji Zhousuke looked at Nanchuan Yu, who was also sweating profusely and panting slightly, but was more relaxed than him, and already felt that if time dragged on, it would definitely be bad for him.

and so……

To make a quick decision.

At this time, Fuji Shusuke, who was temporarily leading by one goal, held the yellow tennis ball and opened his eyes slightly.

A chance, or back to square one.

Fuji Zhousuke actually doesn't like taking risks that much, but he also knows the consequences of procrastinating.

Toss the ball and swing the racket down.

Then, in the eyes of everyone, a tennis ball flew over the net without spinning.

However, audiences who have watched the whole game know that neither of these two people has any special skills in serving, so naturally they didn't respond.

But Yu Nanchuan, who was ready to catch the ball, instinctively sensed the danger.

His dynamic strength is not weak, the yellow ball has a violent rotation, this kind of rotation makes the tennis ball not on an ordinary flight trajectory, but with a little erratic displacement.

These slight gaps made Nanchuan You vigilant.

He took a step back to open up his vision, and it was this step back that allowed him to watch the tennis ball fly straight up for a moment.

"Bang!" Yu Nanchuan seized this opportunity and hit back with a spike.

The whistle sounded.

The score was tied again.

The right to serve was in Nanchuan Yu's hands, but instead of serving immediately, he asked curiously.

"Just now, what was that?"

"A serving skill, but I'm still practicing." Fuji Shusuke replied simply.

His movements were out of shape due to physical exertion, and a trick he had honed for a long time didn't play a role.At this moment, even Fujisuke had a little regret on his expression.

Although Nanchuan Yu was a little curious, he also knew that now was not the best time.But since Fujisuke wasted the opportunity, the opportunity fell into Nanchuan Yu's hands again.

He collected himself and threw himself into the battle.

In the end, Yu Nanchuan won 7:6 by virtue of his physical strength.

When the referee announced the result, all the audience showed a natural and incredible expression.

And when the audience saw the statistics of this game through their mobile phones, their expressions became extremely exciting.The whole game took two and a half hours, and the running distance was six thousand and one eight thousand.

"This is so fucking up to the professional game, right? Are they still junior high school students?"

Seeing the end of the game, Fuji Zhousuke was helped off by his teammates, and Yu Nanchuan, a second-year junior high school student, was able to walk off the field smoothly by himself.

Everyone looked at Nanchuan Yu as if they were looking at a monster hidden among humans.

"Physically abnormal..."

"It's incredible to look so thin."

"Don't quarrel, don't quarrel, it's the last game."

Under the noisy voices all around, Fuji Shusuke raised his hand with difficulty, and high-fived Tezuka Kunimitsu in singles.

"give it to you."

"Ah."

The head of the tennis department of the Youth Academy came on the court, but on the side of Bingsheng Middle School, it was a freshman from the first year of junior high school.

Scratching his head, Nanchuan Yu also felt very bald.

But helplessly, the tennis department of Bingsheng Middle School is so weak.

Also worried about the main election, Qingxue was worried about too many candidates, and Bingsheng could only select generals from among the dwarfs.

Look at Qingxue, a high-strength player like Qian Zhenzhi lost in the main selection, but look at Bingsheng...

Thinking of this, Nan Chuanyou sighed softly, and looked sadly at the singles three, the former head of the tennis club who lost to the first-year rookie of Qingxue.

"Senior, you... oh."

"Ah, haha." Yan Zongya also showed an embarrassed smile when he met Nanchuan Yu's gaze.

"Save me some face!" Then, a voice as thin as a mosquito rang in Nanchuan You's ears.

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