The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

Dashi, who was talking, suddenly stopped, and looked into the field with his eyes wide open.

In the arena, Atobe, who also opened his eyes wide, was full of disbelief.

In front of the net, the softly falling tennis ball spun back to the ground in full swing in full view.

"Seigaku Tezuka wins, game count [-]-[-]!"

"You're welcome, Atobe." On the opposite side, Minister Yuan Tingyue Zhi, who was holding a pure white racket, said, "Get serious!"

The hanging heart fell back to the original place, and I exhaled a long breath.It really is unfounded.Such a perfect zero-cut, people with elbow injuries will never be able to hit it!

Once relaxed, it is also interesting to watch them fight each other to the death.Not bad, these two guys played well.After all, I ate for two years.

"Qingxue wins, the number of rounds is [-]-[-], and the field is changed!" The referee's voice caused a burst of repercussions in the field.

"How could it be!" "Minister Atobu is at a disadvantage?" the Ice Empress members whispered.

"Sure enough, the elbow is fine, right!" Taocheng clenched his fist and looked at Dashi excitedly.

"En." Dashi's smile was a little forced.

Intermission.On the opposite coach's bench, Supervisor Ice Empress was giving orders to Atobu.

Here, the minister is sitting next to me, drinking water from the drinking can with his eyes closed.I just sat looking straight ahead.Neither of them said a word.

"Hey, Tao," Kikumaru's voice came from behind, "By the way, look at those two~"

"Hoohoo~" Taocheng covered her mouth and snorted, "It doesn't work at all, this Echizen!"

"Hmph~" Bu Er chuckled. "Oh—" Dashi sighed.

"Oh, Ryoma-kun—" "How can you do this as an on-site supervisor~" "I thought it was wrong from the beginning, because it was that wayward Echizen!" Horio and the others whispered.

"Ah, Tezuka used a lob!" "Atobe's move is about to appear, the rondo of destruction!" Not long after the start of the second match, the exclamation of several players from other schools watching the game on the field lifted my spirits.What?Is Atobe going to make a big move!

"Come on, Atobe!" "Take him down with a unique move!" The Ice Emperor members shouted loudly.

Without responding to my excited expectation, the corner of Atobe's mouth curved treacherously while running, and he gently returned the ball.

"Huh, I'm saved~" Kikumaru let out a long breath.

"It's so dangerous, so dangerous~" Taocheng scratched his head and echoed.

There was an ominous premonition in my heart.Why did Atobe miss the great opportunity to smash?What is he planning?

"This game is not good." Opening his blue eyes, Fuji's tone suddenly became urgent.

"Buer, you think so too?" Gan folded his arms around his chest with a heavy expression on his face.

"What do you mean?" Dashi asked in surprise.

Staring closely at the minister who was swinging his racket into the field, I heard Atobe's cold voice, "Indeed. Your elbow is indeed healed, Tezuka!"

The blood in my whole body gradually turned cold, and I found the answer from the minister's subtle movements.What Dashijibu said was right, the minister's elbow was indeed completely healed.However, probably because of the long-term old elbow injury, he subconsciously increased the burden on his shoulders in order to protect his elbows.Now, it's the shoulder that hurts.

In this way, the purpose of Atobe is very clear.He wants to use this to drag the game into a protracted battle!

With a "click", the minister's racket fell to the ground again.

"Hmph~" Swishing the handle in his hand, Atobe's eyes were bloody and cruel.The wind that blows the fallen leaves up also blows up the black pointed collar of Atobu's jersey, brushing against his smiling face.That face looked hideous in my eyes.

"It seems to be a protracted battle." Kikumaru murmured.

"Atobe prolongs the game on purpose." Fuji opened his blue eyes.

"Ah? Atobe deliberately prolonging the game?" Taocheng was surprised and puzzled.

"A protracted battle will break Tezuka's arm." Fuji's blue eyes were as sharp as knives.

"The minister's arm?" "But hasn't the elbow healed?" Horio and the others were surprised.

"Tezuka's elbow is really healed. But the long game will still have negative effects on the arm. Playing for a long time may ruin his tennis career." Oishi revealed the bloody fact.

"Your shoulder will reach its limit in an hour, right?" Atobe's cold and arrogant voice resounded through the audience amidst the continuous sound of hitting the ball, "This game is completely controlled by me!"

"Are you kidding me!" Taocheng said impatiently, "Can't we make a quick decision!"

"Atobe is not a guy who can be easily dealt with." Fuji said with a sinking face, "Don't forget, he is as national-level as Tezuka."

"Yeah." Dry said, "If Tezuka attacks anxiously, he will easily reveal his flaws, and that guy will never let go."

"It doesn't end so soon!" On the field, Atobe smiled and swung his racket.

"Despicable! Deliberately fight a protracted war to increase the minister's burden!" "That's right, if you have the guts, let's fight it out!" Arai and the others yelled.

"Whispering!" Haitang interrupted them mercilessly.

"But... Haitang!"

"Can't you support silently!" Haitang Zhang hissed.

Staring at the court, I could only watch.The sound of hitting the ball is like a death knell ringing continuously in the long river of time, and each sound seems to take away a point of life.

Is the minister that easy to dominate?Atobe is no longer the only one who hasn't played corner kicks anymore.

"A man like you must be very clear about the consequences of a protracted battle, right? It's time to attack forcefully, and you'll regret it if you don't make a move again?" Atobe's proud smile froze instantly when he looked at the tennis ball coming head-on again .He finally understood the minister's intentions.

That's right.Seigaku's biggest fool, Tezuka Kunimitsu, accepted the challenge when Atobe decided to fight a protracted war, and chose this dangerous road that would fall into the abyss at any time!He can completely give up this match, and no one will blame him for it.

That burden, can't others provoke it?

Why can your eyes be so determined?There was no hesitation to be found there.What makes you so desperately attached? ! "Minister..." Whose voice is so low and sad?

"Tezuka, are you planning to..." Qian's voice was sudden and heavy.

"This, this is..." Yuta stammered.

"Yuta. That's the so-called real sword and gun battle, that's it." Fuji's voice was as cold as iron.

There was no sound on the audience stage, which was full of seats.Everyone's eyes are focused on one person, and the eyes have a common language: respect.

I should plug my ears, close my eyes, and stop watching the game in front of me, it is a cruel torture for me.But the eyes are opened wide in disobedience. Does it want me to engrave the fighting figure firmly in my chest?

Victory is so important, no matter the cost?I have never thought about it carefully, but that promise actually means that I have to shoulder such a huge burden-becoming the pillar of Qingxue!