Net King Returns to the First Generation

When Nioh returned to the waiting room, he happened to meet Coach Sakaki who came back from the main control room in the passage.

The man in a formal suit nodded at Nioh as a greeting, and didn't ask Nioh what he was doing out there.

Nioh is actually a bit afraid of this type of person: difficult to approach, has his own three views and is very firm, and has extraordinary self-confidence and self-respect, and by the way, he has developed an aura because of the superior living conditions.

For so many years in the past and present, Coach Sakaki has only met this type of person Nioh has met.

There is always a reason for not getting married in his 40s... He has slandered him so much in his heart, but he still maintains a "playful but measured" look in front of the person involved.

After saluting and saying hello, Nioh followed Coach Sakaki to the lounge.

He watched Coach Sakaki open the door, paused before walking in.

...is something wrong?

Nioh followed Coach Sakaki into the lounge, closed the door after entering, and then turned around to explore the situation in the lounge.At the two ends of the lounge, the two junior students who couldn't say they were under pressure but showed dissatisfaction in their expressions occasionally glanced at each other...

Nioh noticed Fuji's not-so-happy expression (yes, the curvature of the corner of his mouth dropped by 3 percentage points).He walked up to the dark-faced Sanada and the equally expressionless Liu: "What's wrong?"

Sanada glanced at Akaya, raised his hand and pressed the brim of his hat: "It's nothing."

"It's just children bickering." Liu continued.

After hearing these two words, Fuji turned his head, and after being silent for a while, he nodded to King Ni: "Yes, it's just children bickering."

Nioh who heard the smell of gunpowder from these few words raised his eyebrows.

He snorted and didn't ask any more questions.

Coach Sakaki completely ignored the rather delicate atmosphere in the waiting room.From the moment he put Echizen on the reserve list and acquiesced that there were nine players in the waiting room today, he predicted that the atmosphere in the waiting room today would not be so good.Teenagers, no matter how clear they are intellectually, it is difficult to hold back emotionally.As long as it doesn't affect the game.If it affects... then just don't play in the game!

But now, although the atmosphere is not very good, the fighting spirit of the players is very high.It's the best case scenario.Thinking of this, Coach Sakaki raised his chin slightly with his arms folded: "It's almost time, get ready to play."

"Yes!"

Not long after, after the staff notified, Coach Sakaki brought these players to the stage.

The line up before the game is just a greeting.

Coach Huamura, Yukimura and Tezuka were not head coaches, so they stood at the entrance of the tunnel and watched the coach Vega, who was more like a businessman, shake hands with coach Sakaki, who was also in a suit and leather shoes, in front of the net.This is a rare situation, after all, few middle school tennis coaches seem so capitalist.

And Echizen was also standing beside them—he was not on the official list after all.

This kind of treatment makes it difficult for the children who have gone so smoothly to today to accept it.

He clenched his fists, and felt that even though there was a person's line of sight across half of the court, he was still shooting towards him penetratingly.

Kebin... I will definitely, definitely beat you!

After saying hello, both players returned to their respective lounges.

Coach Sakaki holds the list of players in his hand.He looked at the list in his hand, then raised his head to look at the people in the lounge, and said, "I've already decided on the second doubles."

In the eyes of everyone, he faintly read the two names.

"Then, the first match is the second doubles match. Players from both sides are invited to enter."

"Who is the first person to play?"

"Really been waiting!"

……

"Japan's Kanto youth selection team, Sanada Genichiro, Atobe Keigo."

After the two names were read out on the radio, many candidates from various schools who came to watch the game fell into a weird silence: Are you kidding me? !That Sanada and Atobe? !Doubles? !

They thought there was something wrong with their ears, but they really saw two figures coming out of the passageway of the Japanese team as the sound of the broadcast fell.

Black hat and dazzling blonde hair...

Is it really Atobe and Sanada? !

It is worth mentioning that even if this is an open, ticketed, televised game, the fans of Atobe, no, it should be the citizens of the King of Atobe (a large part of it is the ice emperor tennis club 200 part of the crowd) or a whole block of stands.

The moment they saw Atobe appear, they trained and started shouting.

"Atobe, Atobe, Atobe, Atobe..."

Wearing a coat, Atobe raised his right hand high, put his left hand on his hips and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by cheers.

It wasn't until he felt that it was almost done that he slapped the ground and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the shouting stopped.

The other spectators who were shocked by this scene also held their breath involuntarily.

then--

"The winner, it's me!" Atobe said with the corners of his mouth raised as he had thrown back the coat he was wearing countless times in the past.

There was a deafening scream as the coat fell to the ground.

Among the screaming people, apart from Hyotei's students, there were also some female audiences who were extremely unstable and were quickly conquered by Atobe's face.

Couldn't help stretching out his hands to cover his ears, Marui frowned and said, "Does even this kind of race track club have to complete his ceremony? It's too exaggerated."

"It can't be helped, after all, it's Atobe, the king of the Ice Emperor." Yagyu said.

Xia Shu listened and blinked: Ice Emperor's... king?There are still such energetic(?) boys in the school where I will be attending for the third year of high school.

In the arena, Sanada, who was holding his arms, snorted coldly amidst the screams: "You still do it like this."

"I'm sorry, it's more eye-catching than you." Atobe said.

Sanada couldn't help pursing his lips at his chuckle.

Others who moved to the preparation area next to the competition venue after the game started also saw this scene.

The preparation area is a rest area specially prepared for the players of both sides of the match. In short, a half wall is added in front of the two rows of chairs, so that the players can see the entire stadium while sitting.In other words, it does not have any sound insulation facilities and visual barrier equipment.

The screams that lasted for a long time made the team members frowned to varying degrees, and the visible aura collision between Atobe and Sanada also made them worry about the two people's doubles.

"It's actually a combination of Sanada and Atobe." Liu frowned: Can these two play doubles?

Nioh, who had known for a long time that these two people would play doubles, put his chin on his hands and laughed: "Maybe these two people match up by accident."

"...Are you kidding me, Atobe and Sanada are in the same film? It's almost the same if you say that these two people don't get along." Ninzu looked over in surprise.

Shrugging his shoulders, Nioh turned his head to look at Yukimura who was also staying in the preparation area (coach Sakaki and Tezuka were in the waiting room and coach Huamura was the on-the-spot coach for this game): "You think so too, Yukimura?"

Yukimura nodded with a smile.

"And Shinozu, don't you think these two people have a sense of familiarity when they stand together?" Nio teased, pinching his braids, "The combination of Atobe's pride and Sanada's uprightness is just like Coach Sakaki, pooh .”

Shinobu was taken aback by Nioh's association.

He pushed his glasses and looked at the venue, and he actually felt that what Niwang said was quite right?

Huh……?Will the supervisor himself think the same way?Shivering, he sighed softly, "It's crazy, I actually think what you said is quite reasonable."

"They are playing against the American West Coast Youth Selection Team, Billy Caddy, Mike Lee!"

After the pre-match etiquette, coach Huacun looked at the two standing in front of her: "It's about to start, are you ready?"

"I really didn't expect to play doubles with you." Atobe turned his head and smiled, "It seems to be very interesting, ah."

"I don't care if it's singles or doubles, and I don't care who my partner is. I just try my best." Sanada said.

Atobe snorted: "Of course. Your partner is me. If you make any mistakes, I will have a headache."

... This guy is still so annoying!

Sanada didn't bother to pay attention to his attitude, he confirmed: "What about the formation?"

Li Haida, whose order of appearance was decided by lottery, and Sanada, who also played in doubles, at least knew a little more than Atobe in this regard.Besides, there is a person in the department who is outstanding but always likes to play doubles, which still has some influence on other teammates.

"We don't need that kind of thing." Atobe said.

Don't need a formation?

After thinking about the cooperative training he usually did in the club, Sanada finally agreed with Atobe's point of view: "Indeed, we are an impromptu combination, and we can only make adjustments during the game."

He and Atobe exchanged a glance, each turned their backs and walked onto the court.

"A set is decided, Atobe serves!"

"No matter what American team you are, if you have the ability, catch my serve!" Saying this, Atobe swung his racket hard.

Snapped!

"15-0!"

one more ball...

Snapped!

thump.

"Hmph." Sanada snorted coldly, jumped up and returned a smash to the returned ball.

"30-0!"

"40-0!"

"Leave the last ball to me!" Atobe said so, but saw the frontcourt also catch up with the tennis ball.

Snapped!

"Gamewonby Atobe, Sanada, 1-0!"

"Hey, Sanada, don't hinder me." Atobe said dissatisfied.

With a cold snort, Sanada didn't turn his head: "You are the one."

The respective performances of these two people were seen by the US team.Is it a player who is better at singles?It's too obvious that they are fighting each other.

but……

The coach said it wasn't time yet.

"Gamewonby Atobe, Sanada, 2-0!"

"As expected of Sanada and Atobe." Qianshi sighed, "We won two rounds so quickly."

"Speaking of which, the US team feels quite strange." Renzu thought thoughtfully, "The scene is evenly matched, but the score is one-sided?"

Such a strange scene was watched by everyone.They all thought at the same time, is this the plan of the US team?

"The script?" Niwang said, "Didn't the coach over there say at yesterday's press conference that the contestants are the best actors, and you want us to see what is the most gorgeous performance?"

It sounds reasonable...

"In terms of the script, where is the time to counterattack?" Renzu pondered.

Pinching his braid, Nioh smiled and said, "At least, 4-0?"

"...Four rounds." Yukimura touched his chin, he pondered for a while and turned his head to Nioh with a meaningful smile: "Is this your experience?"

"Puff?"

Regarding Yukimura's question, Nioh chose to look away and answer with an inexplicable oral habit.

While they're chatting, the third round is also quickly over - ending with Sanada's invisible kick (Sanada: Who came up with that name anyway?).

"Gamewonby Atobe, Sanada, 3-0!"

Obviously lost three rounds, but the US team did not feel nervous at all.

When changing the court, Billy smiled and said to Mike: "Did you see the last ball of the guy in the hat just now?"

"Ah, stronger than we thought." Mike nodded.

Brother Mike whistled (like a cowboy): "It's almost time for us to show our strength?"

"No, it's not time yet." Coach Bega pointed out his finger while still saying that, "They haven't shown their full strength yet. Let's watch another game."

"Yes. Boss!"

then……

It is still a close match, and the time to score is not the same as that shown in the scene.

Atobe, who became more and more excited during the smooth progress of the competition, leaped high: a waltz towards destruction!

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

"Gamewonby Atobe, Sanada, 4-0!"

There was a lot of commotion at the position of the sponsor. Nakamura, who was in charge of liaising with Japan and the United States, comforted the sponsor while feeling completely at a loss.Of course he didn't know that the scenes until now were all part of Coach Bega's script.

Seeing that the emotions of the surrounding audience had been fully mobilized, Coach Bega's smile widened.

"The show begins!"

"Yes. Boss!"

Fifth game.

Atobe's serve.

He thought that this ball could be won as quickly as in the previous rounds, but he found that the player in the backcourt on the opposite side made a rather weird posture: the hand holding the racket was raised vertically, and he took a step back. , with the left arm forward, as if about to throw something.

The retreating right leg exerted force suddenly, and Billy, who swung the racket vigorously at the same time, showed a hearty smile: "It's time for us to perform!"

Boom!

The tennis ball hit the gap between Sanada and Atobe without seeing a shadow.

As the tennis ball landed, the loud noise came later.

Atobe and Sanada, who didn't react, then turned their heads, only to see the black and gray marks on the ground caused by the huge impact of the tennis ball falling on the ground.

This is--

They turned back with their eyes wide open, only to see, completely different from the previous rounds, the American team with a faint flame behind them.

"Hey, boys. Are you ready?"

"0-15!"

"It seems to be getting serious." Sanada said.

With a soft snort, Atobe turned the racket: "It would be meaningless otherwise."

The situation began to change from this moment.

"0-30!"

Holding the tennis ball, Atobe glanced coldly at the two American teenagers facing him: "Although I don't hate hiding my strength, what I hate the most is being surpassed by my opponent!"

He swung the racket hard.

After hitting the ball, after calculating the landing point and return angle of the ball, he quickly ran to the front court and jumped high——

"Waltz of Destruction!"

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

Contrary to Atobe's expected score, Billy, who raised one corner of his mouth and showed a vile-looking smile, kicked his hind legs, and quickly landed before the tennis ball landed. How long will it be.He also jumped high and waved his hand, which happened to be the most comfortable angle for volleying.

"what!"

It still looks a bit strange, and the acceleration from static to dynamic is astonishingly fast for horizontal shooting and forward shooting.Under such impact, the tennis ball fell behind Atobe at an incredible speed where the shadow of the ball could not be seen.

Only then will he land.

"0-40!"

Atobe opened his eyes wide. Behind him, where the tennis ball landed, was an obvious black ball mark.

And Billy, who played such a tennis ball, held the junction of the handle and the surface of the racket with one hand, and after a few turns, he held it again: "Goose volley."

"Goose Intercept?" Marui read the name once (is there a loudspeaker installed in the venue, why can they hear the chat in the venue?), he turned his head, "Jack, can you see if this is written in the information on the official website? "

"...It seems that there is the word volley here." Kuwahara pressed the phone keyboard to turn the pages, and answered after flipping for a while.

Marui took out a new piece of chewing gum from his pocket: "Really, they have practiced Japanese so well that they can accept media interviews, why can't they make the official website bilingual?"

Obviously no one can answer such a question.

"The ball from just now is being replayed on the screen." Xia Shu raised his head and felt amazed, "There are so many balls."

"It's probably the afterimage caused by the high speed." Liu Sheng pushed his glasses.

"And afterimages appear quickly from the back to the take-off." Xia Shu watched the slow motion on the screen.

Billy on the screen did reach the net shortly after he swung his racket at Atobu. The tennis ball just landed on his waist when he jumped up. At this time, a powerful forehand volley came. The trajectory of the ball is even very shallow, showing that air resistance has little effect on the ball.

"It feels like I'm watching a western cowboy showdown." Bu Er in the preparation area suddenly laughed.

In the arena, Atobe, who was beaten back to his trick, obviously did not believe in evil. He repeated his old trick, and it was another waltz of disillusionment.

It was almost the same movement, the same trajectory, the same position, and the tennis ball landed with a bang.

"Gamewonby Kaidi, Lee, 1-4!"