[Net King] I really can't play tennis

In front of him, his eyes were piercing and his voice was loud, "Minister! Don't worry, I will definitely win back! We have no dead ends!"

Yukimura lowered his head and pondered for a moment.

At this moment, it is unrealistic to pursue the lost game, so we can only pin our hopes of entering the finals on Kirihara.

He sighed secretly, and responded to Qieyuan with a cautious tone: "Chi Ye, don't lose."

Kirihara, who was burdened with the expectations of all the staff, was eager to try, but he didn't expect that the strength of the opponent was not inferior to him.

Kirihara suffered a big loss in the first serving game facing each other.

Originally, I wanted to hide my clumsiness and test the strength of the opponent, but I didn't expect that I would be caught off guard first.

Obviously the opposite is only a first grader, but because he is a foreigner, he is much taller than himself and has great strength.

The moment Kirihara received the serve, he realized that something was wrong. The force was much stronger than it seemed, and the ball seemed to be coming from the body.

Kirihara reluctantly turned back the ball that was coming towards his abdomen with an awkward posture, but in the next second the tennis ball with tremendous strength returned to his court again.

It shot straight at Kirihara's head.

"Aki!"

"Kirihara-kun!"

Worried voices sounded one after another, Qie Yuan's head was in a daze, and he hadn't recovered yet, but he immediately reached out to stop them from entering: "...I'm fine!"

He bit his lower lip and touched the place where he was hit with his hand. The skin was punctured by the high-speed ball and blood was oozing, so he raised his hand and called a medical timeout.

Sitting on the bench, temporarily cleaned up the blood, put a white band-aid on the wound, and Kirihara stared at the face of the opposite player.

Because of losing the first two games in a row, the people on the opposite side obviously didn't take Li Haida seriously.

Everyone had a contemptuous smile on their faces, and they were murmuring something in English that he couldn't understand.But even if he couldn't understand, Kirihara believed that what the other person said must not be good.

If I lose, not to mention Lihai University's three consecutive championships in the country, even the last official competition before the seniors retire!

Absolutely - you can't lose!

Sitting next to Yukimura, he unexpectedly found that his junior's fighting spirit seemed to be inexplicably high.

His mental state recovered a lot in an instant. Although he didn't know what happened to him, he still breathed a sigh of relief.

"Chi Ye." Liu, who was behind him, called out to him, "Can we continue?"

Kirihara stretched his body, jumped up and down a few more times, and smiled: "It's all right, it's just that I didn't react much just now."

"Don't underestimate the enemy." Liu instructed, "It can be regarded as the school that has reached the semi-finals."

"I know!" Kirihara shook his racket and then walked towards the field, "I always feel very uncomfortable... It is really possible to make a temporary substitution!"

He looked down on this kind of method at first, but he didn't expect it to be a tough one. Li Haida played so ugly in the first two games.

Kirihara naturally didn't expect that this was intentional by the seniors, but the pressure and anger accumulated in his heart made him want to beat the opponent to pieces for the first time.

The mentality was a little out of order, and I didn't pay attention to the loss of the first goal in the opening game.

However, the game is now really about to start!

Even though Qieyuan intends to save the unfavorable situation at the beginning, the opponent is not a vegetarian.In the short round of pulling the ball, the speed is getting faster and stronger, and the strength is getting bigger and bigger, and the landing points are all directed at his body.

Rikkai's ace, Chiya Kirihara, who has always been known for his aggressive style of play, never thought that one day he would be treated like violent tennis.

And it was still in an official competition like the national competition.

How could this kind of tennis, which has been banned for a long time and is extremely harmful to the body, appear here?

Before he could figure it out, the attack from the other side was like raindrops all over the sky, coming impenetrably, and Kirihara could only be forced to parry.

It was hard to avoid the first attack, but it was followed by the second, third, and fourth... a continuous tennis style with hidden murderous intentions.

Scratched again and again, fell again and again, Kirihara didn't know whether to be thankful that there is no limit to the number of medical timeouts in tennis matches, or thankful that he dodged in time and did not cause too much damage.

It's just that he has wounds all over his body now, and his clothes are stained with blood, which looks very scary.

Yukimura sat by the side and saw the present, he just felt that the whole person was going to explode. Isn't it a matter of time before losing the game like this?

He really couldn't see any sign of his side winning, but it was absolutely impossible for him to abstain now.

Under the dilemma, Yukimura could only watch Kirihara get up and fall down.

All the spectators of the game were like this, not to mention Kirihara who was on the field, and he stood on the spot again with an unyielding energy.

The game time passed bit by bit, and the score was also expanded step by step.

From 1-0 to 5-0, in these five rounds, Kirihara's counterattack failed to bear fruit, but the opponent's advantage was getting bigger and bigger.

Kirihara stared at the scoreboard fiercely, as if he wanted to stare a hole out of it.

How to do?

what to do?I'm on the verge of dying, if this continues, the final match...the national three consecutive championships...the victory of the seniors will end in my hands——

Is there really no other way?

Is there really any room for redemption?

Is this the end of the three-peat national competition?

Kirihara's mind was impacted by such negative emotions, he had no way to continue working hard, and he was going to stop here...

"Are we really going to win this game?"

Yukimura asked himself, the current situation has reached the point of no return.

Kirihara's strength, speed, and skills were completely suppressed by the opponent, and even his own mental state was on the verge of collapse. Is it really okay under such a situation?

Even though he knew that the Rikkai Tournament had successfully entered the finals, he still couldn't help but tremble with fear. Yukimura unconsciously clenched his hands crossed on his legs.

"Will win."

At some point, Sanada and the others who were standing behind suddenly spoke out, as if answering Yukimura's inner question.

Kirihara, whose face was pale on the field, still gritted his teeth and persisted, while Sanada and others who watched the game looked extremely calm. In their eyes, they didn't feel that this was an important game related to Lihai's qualifying.

The anger that had been suppressed for a long time in Yukimura's heart still couldn't help venting out: "Are you so sure you won't lose? Are you so convinced of your plan? You bet that the one-in-a-million possibility Chi will win this game, But it never occurred to me to tell me about it?"

"Just because I don't remember tennis, are you trying to hide it from me? Just because I haven't recovered and can make my own decisions? Just because I'm not a complete Yukimura Seiichi now, can you not treat me as a minister? Even if it matters Can you not tell me about the finals of the national competition?!"

"In your hearts, am I still Yukimura Seiki? Or your minister?"

The words that have been held back for a long time since the beginning of the national competition can finally be said today. It is rare for Yukimura to show such strong emotions.

Although the whole person was still sitting on the chair, his body was trembling uncontrollably.

It was the first time that Yukimura faced the result of a desperate game, and his heart was definitely not as calm as others.

He very naturally thought that Sanada and the others had the same goal as him, and in the face of his "lost memory" situation, occasionally arbitrarily making claims was just for Li Haida's three-in-a-row victory.

But he didn't expect that they would dare to bet on this important semi-final.

0-40.Kirihara's serve.

There is still the last ball to declare Li Haida's failure.

"Yukimura, do you not believe us or Akaya?" Sanada frowned and said in a deep voice, "This game will not be lost!"

The opponent seemed to have heard Sanada's words, and said a few words in his native language mockingly.

"Ahem—Senior Yagyu... what did they say?" Kirihara asked vaguely on the field.

Knowing that he didn't understand, Liu Sheng translated it for him very thoughtfully: "They said, 'Is it really the national champion last year? Even elementary school students in our country can beat them, this kelp is the leader.'"

I don't know where this sentence stimulated Kirihara, but he stood up unsteadily: "...I, I want to defeat you!"

Yukimura's eyebrows twitched, seeing Kirihara's movements in disbelief, he was completely different from before.

The mental state is getting higher and higher, and even more excited than before. The running speed, swing strength and even the counterattack to the opponent's ball have become completely different. Uncharacteristically, he began to press the opponent.

The situation of the game suddenly fell into Li Haida's rhythm.

Before Yukimura could fully react, he was overwhelmed by the cheers of the cheerleaders: Kirihara reversed the game! !

Lihai wins big!

Yukimura's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, he didn't expect Kirihara to win the game in such a way, and he let out a sigh of relief as if his heart that had been on his mind started beating again.

But before he could recover, Liu Lianji, who was standing behind him, suddenly said, "Just now, Seichi, you said, 'in our hearts, are you Yukimura Seichi, or the minister?' Actually, I also want to ask you— —”

Yukimura held his breath slightly, and his heart stopped again.

I only heard Liu say in a doubtful tone: "Jingshi