The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

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The narrator of this chapter is Iwu Shenji.

From the moment he drank the ball with his eyes closed and drank the ball on the bench, people had to pay attention to him.This freshman who is actually wearing a Qingxue Zhengxuan jersey made me feel an eyesore at the beginning, and now it is even more glaring.

What did he just say?Wouldn't it be fun otherwise?Remember what he said to me and Kamio before?It seems that this handsome boy like a girl rarely encounters setbacks?Absolutely let this arrogant guy taste the taste of fiasco!

Look, he walked back to the player's bench with his head held high and his racket in his hands.His seniors all surrounded him.They patted him on the shoulder, stroked his head, handed him drink cans, smiled at him.

"I'm so happy—" I let out a sneer from between my teeth, and I muttered in a low voice, "Such a good environment, such a good senior, you really fell into the nest of happiness! You must have never eaten anything Bitterness, you grew up held in the hands of everyone, right? That's why you can be so arrogant and domineering! To be honest, I envy you very much, and you make me feel very uncomfortable!"

"Fukaji started to complain." Kamio's soft speech sounded from the crowd that suddenly fell silent.

"The truth is revealed." Someone beside him agreed in a low voice.They looked at me tremblingly.

"The second game begins, Ibu Fudomine serves."

Just let yourself do it!Jumping up, looking up, swinging the racket, I serve the ball vigorously.The ball spun and flew towards the opposite side, and quickly bounced off the hat on the boy's head.

"Huh? Outspin serve?" "There are two players who can outspin serve in the regional competition?" These audiences were a bit too surprised.

However, something is wrong. "You!" I stared at the calm young man opposite, "Didn't you use all your strength?"

He picked up the hat and suddenly smiled at me, "That's right." He casually threw the racket from his right hand to his left! "Then, let's be a little more serious~"

"Huh? He turned out to be left-handed!" "Wait a minute, isn't he too strong?!" The teammates behind him shouted loudly.

He has a lovely smile.But his behavior made people furious!Do you look down on someone for keeping one hand in such an important game? ! "You nasty guy, I will definitely kill you!" I muttered.

However, this guy was surprisingly tough.After switching to his left hand, he actually picked up the hard-to-return outspin serve in a bent-knee step.His instant power and reaction power far surpassed that of ordinary players.Even my lob shot aimed at his weak point and height, was volleyed by him with a spin and a stunt.

When the referee coldly announced "[-]-[-], Echizen leads", I understood that I, who is known as a genius, was completely suppressed by this kid!

"I won't let you continue to be proud!" Muttering in my mouth, I decided to come up with a trick that I wanted to save for the national competition.

Continually deliver topspin and backspin.Soon, the boy paused for a moment when catching the ball and missed it.He shook his arm in surprise.

"I won't let you have such a good time!" I muttered.This kind of repeated up and down spin has a certain chance of causing temporary paralysis due to muscle contraction.

On another catch, his arm was apparently momentarily paralyzed again.

"Damn it!" The boy's burning eyes made my heart skip a beat.He turned around and swung his racket, trying to force his shot by using the rotation of his body.But because the grip was also temporarily lost, the racket flew out of his hand and flew towards the ball post on the sidelines, broke in two, and then bounced violently into his eyes.

"Danger!" I yelled.

But it was too late.The broken racket handle hit his left eye, spattering blood.

This is not the ending I want.