Net King Returns to the First Generation

"Now begins the first doubles match. Rikkai University Affiliated High School, Mori Hisaburo, Nioh Masaharu, will face Hyotei Gakuen, Hojo Takuya, and Ninaku Yushi."

Readjusting the position of the weight-bearing wristband on his left hand, Nioh gripped the racket tightly and lowered his body.

And behind him, Maori shook the tennis ball, tossed it, and caught it again.

He frowned slightly, threw the tennis ball again, leaned back, jumped, and swung the tennis ball vigorously.

The tennis ball was like a yellow lightning bolt (a cheesy metaphor, but it was true) and landed in the opponent's half.

"15-0"

"Okay... so fast!" Cilang was drowsy, but he woke up when he saw this serve.

He grabbed the arm of Yue Ren who was still depressed beside him: "Look, Yue Ren! That guy is very powerful!"

"That's Mori Kosaburo." Standing beside him, Li Mu turned his head when he heard Jirou's exclamation.

"Eh?" Cilang and Yue Ren uttered a single voice of doubt at the same time.

"How should I put it, just like the minister and Yukimura-kun of Rikkai University, last year's super rookie." Kuriki rubbed his chin in distress, "He is a guy who made a big splash in last year's national competition."

"Maori's progress is greater than expected." In the corner of the stand, the opponent of Ice Emperor in the last match, the people of Luchuan Kingdom, were also discussing.

"As expected of that Maori."

"The speed of this ball exceeds two hundred, right?"

"What a horrible man."

……

However, not everyone's attention is on Maori.

For example, one of two teams standing together on the other side of the stands.

"Is it... the Australian formation?" Yamabuki's minister was surprised, "Did you use such a formal formation from the beginning? It seems that Li Haida is quite serious."

"Are you trying to hide the fact that you lost a lot to them?" The head of Liujiao squinted.

"What?" The minister of Yamabuki snorted, but the corners of his mouth bent down against his will.

Yamabuki has always been a school good at doubles.

Coach Banda, a well-known old fox in the industry, is actually an old guy who can understand the minds of young people very well.

Let the hard-working tennis-loving children have room to develop, and let the talented but rebellious children have a sense of identity with Yamabuki-this is how Yamabuki is blended into a wonderful group.

However, in the match against Li Haida, they lost so badly in the doubles they were proud of.

How ironic.Before the game, I was still thinking, with our tacit understanding, we will definitely not lose to the guy who seems to be a temporary combination.

Minister Yamabuki's eyes could not help turning to the silver head in the arena - that guy was even more complicated than he appeared on the surface.

Even if it is only a first-year student, he firmly controls the rhythm of the game.It's unbelievable to rely on one person's ability to guide the direction of the doubles competition, isn't it?I really don't know how to do it.

"Are you angry?" Seeing that the corners of his mouth drooped and his eyes were staring blankly at the field, the minister of Liujiao couldn't help stretching out his hand and shaking it in front of him.

"...I'm not angry." Minister Yamabuki came back to his senses and shook his head, "I just want to know how long those two Ice Emperors can last."

"Isn't it? Even if it's Mori Kosaburo, but this is a doubles match." The minister of Liujiao was puzzled.

"It's because this is a doubles match." The head of Yamabuki sighed, "That silver-haired kid is the key."

"Eh?"

"The match between him and you is the singles three?" Yamabuki's minister narrowed his eyes, "That boy, the magical place can only be seen in the doubles match."

The Minister of Hexagon turned to the field suspiciously.

I only saw the silver-haired annual called "Key", straight up from the front of the net.

The first game has ended neatly.

Mao Li is a player who is good at controlling his own muscles and joints. He uses his strength and muscles efficiently and accurately to a degree that others can hardly believe.And his joints and muscles are strong enough.

Hojo tried to catch the ball several times, but never caught up.

The two sides exchanged venues. While the outside audience was making noise, the four inside the venue were unexpectedly calm.

"Don't think that you can win just by serving the ball." Hojo said so during the exchange of venues.

Maori still looked lazy.Hearing this, he tilted his head, murmured, and smiled with squinted eyes: "If it's just this kind of serve, and you have a hard time catching it, then we will win easily."

"That's really arrogant." Hojo sighed.

But this kind of arrogance might be a hindrance.

Playing without the weights off... are you so sure we're going to lose before your muscles feel the load?

Physical exertion, your gross profit may not be a problem, but what about this annual?

Hojo walks towards the half-court tee.

And in the blind spot after he turned around, Nioh walked behind Maori and said softly: "It seems that they want to fight a protracted war?"

"Well, you don't like it?"

"Of course." King Ni pushed his pigtails back, "Sure enough, with a heavy load, the physical exertion is doubled. I can't bear it anymore."

"The beast is about to come out?" Maori turned his head and smiled, "A guy full of bad ideas."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Ice Emperor's serve.

Hojo's serve speed is not slow, and it lands near the net, which is obviously closer to Nioh.

Want to beat them all?It was also a bit too obvious.

Besides... Even if I didn't perform very well in singles in the last match, in the eyes of you ice emperors, can I really not beat that guy Ninzu?

Nioh hit a long oblique backhand, which was also in front of the net.

If you want two-on-one, you also need to consider the gap between your tacit understanding and our tacit understanding.

Nioh twitched the corner of his mouth and saw that the ninja had started to run. At that moment, his wrist and fingers moved slightly, and the force was loosened. The original chopping ball became a small ball.

The tennis ball landed lightly behind Shinobuzu's feet.

"0-15"

"You're welcome." Renzu pushed his glasses.

The next serve skipped from Nioh's side.

Nioh just tilted his head and passed the ball.However……

"15-15"

"Senior, you should also be more serious." King Ren turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Maori frowned and touched the back of his head, "I thought it was your performance next."

"This is doubles..." King Ren puffed up his cheeks.

"HAI, HAI."

The next ball hit the corner of the center line, which is the direction Nioh ran again.

Well, that Hojo of Ice Emperor's playing style is quite straight.The fluctuation values ​​of power and spin of these three servings are all within the same model.And when Ninzuzu was in the first grade, his skills were not weak.

No wonder they reached 6-4 with Atobe.

only--

too familiar.

That guy's style of painting has never changed.Whether it is the habit of playing or the direction of technological change.

Allah, I thought it would be more difficult.

"15-30"

"15-40"

"2-0, wonby Mori, Nioh."

When switching places, Hojo glanced at Ninzu, and Ninzu nodded.

The second game took twice as long as the first game, which seems to have achieved the purpose of lengthening the game time.

When Shinobu bent down and stared at Nioh who was about to serve, he couldn't help thinking: It won't be so easy for you to win next.Your emotions, your thoughts and thoughts are all expressed in the movements of your eyes.

I have seen it clearly.

He raised his brows slightly, and the glasses covered all the emotions in his eyes.

The tee shot is a spin ball that isn't too fast.

The direction is... to the left!

really.

Diagonal, forehand slam, then, this time the position is the right backcourt, side spin the ball!

really!

Shinobu raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Then, Hojo-senpai!

"0-15"

On the sidelines, Yukimura suddenly laughed out loud.

Sanada was watching the game with a frown, and turned his head when he heard the laughter: "What's wrong?"

"It's really scary, King Ni." Yukimura shook his head, "However, using mental power, is it a kind of opportunism?"

"Spiritual power?" Sanada was startled, "Now? Already?"

"Yes." Yukimura nodded, "I still expect him to fight head-on with strength and physical strength. But... the person who will honestly face the opponent's protracted war book is not Nioh."

"But it's still a miscalculation." Yukimura rubbed his chin, "I thought he would be more patient."

Sanada looked suspiciously at the venue again.

10 minute later.

"2-1, wonby Hojo, Shinozuzu."

And the time for the next round was very long.

Two 10 minutes later.

"2-2, wonby Hojo, Shinozuzu."

The atmosphere of Ice Emperor's cheerleaders was revived with the victories of these two rounds.

The prolongation of the game time means that the team's strategic success in the protracted battle.

The atmosphere on the ice emperor's reserve table also became active.Yue Ren clenched his fists: "Very good, that's it!"

Atobe looked at the score, and then at Hojo and Shinobu who were exchanging information when they exchanged venues, their complexions gradually became serious.

It has been more than half an hour since the game, and logically speaking, it is normal for the degree of sweating and panting to be relatively severe.But Atobe still sensed something was wrong from the direction of the game.

Even if it is a protracted war...

But isn't protracted warfare meant to consume the opponent's physical strength?

"Shinzuzu, how do you feel when you hit it?" Atobe asked.

"Hmm, it's going well?" Shinozu wiped his sweat with a towel, "The hitting point and landing point are almost as expected, and the strategy of protracted war with Senior Hojo and the strategy of attacking Nioh-kun are also in progress."

"Oh? Are you sure your judgment on Nioh is correct?" Atobe's right hand slowly touched the bridge of the nose, and pressed between the eyebrows.

This is the action when his insight is at its peak.

"Why do you ask that?" Renzu put the towel on the chair, stood up and paused for a moment, "Wait..."

The moment he stood up, his body was heavier than he expected.

It should be the opponent's physical strength that was consumed, right?With a load and without a load, the speed of physical exertion should be different.

Shinobu stood on the court with the racket in hand, and there was something extra in the eyes under the lens.

Atobe looked at the ups and downs of Shinobu and Hojo's chests, and then glanced at the same sweaty duo of Li Hai, who kept his right hand between his eyebrows and never put it down.

The opponent's serve.

Mao Li served the ball, and the speed and strength of the ball were obviously weaker than in the first game.

Renzu's heart was half relieved.

In Hojo, according to the plan, the spearhead of the attack was once again aimed at Nioh.

Very good, it's a forehand, so the landing point should be at...

Renzu just picked up his speed, and before he could react, a yellow light flashed across his side.

Compared with the previous two rounds, the strength and speed were much more important, and on the opposite side of the net, the white-haired guy pressed down with his right hand along the trajectory of the tennis ball.

"Bong, puff."

What, how come? !

Renzu straightened up in shock, and realized that even though he was sweating profusely, his breathing was already heavy and audible before he knew it.

What... when? !

"From the very beginning~" Nioh on the opposite side seems to have guessed what he was thinking, pulling the very eye-catching braid with his right hand, putting the racket on his shoulder with his left hand and smiling: "Did you enjoy the two rounds? I cooperated with you and fought a protracted war."

"It's been half an hour, have you guys had enough?" Nioh bared his teeth at Ninzu and Hojo who didn't know why, "Now, it's my turn."

Atobe on the sidelines lowered his right hand.

Sure enough, it was what he thought, that guy from Lihai...

He stared at Nioh for two seconds, then looked away.

"3-2, wonby Mori, Nioh."

"4-2, wonby Mori, Nioh."

The Bingdi's support team fell into chaos again.

And the head of Yamabuki in the stands, at 3-2, sighed, turned his head to the head of Liujiao and said, "Look, it's the same as what I said, right?"

"Huh?" The minister of Liujiao frowned, "It's strange... the rhythm of the game, when did it become like this?"

"From the beginning?"

"But the tactics of the Ice Empress, didn't they execute well before?"

The director of Yamabuki shook his head: "Tactical? Do you think the two people from Lihaida were following the rhythm of Bingdi?"

"Isn't it? Wait... Could it be?!" The head of Liujiao suddenly reacted, his eyes widened in shock: "Don't you mean that the one who controls the normal rhythm of the game is the kid in the first grade?"

"Yeah, it's weird, isn't it?" Yamabuki's minister sighed, "That's how it was in the game against us. We always thought we had the upper hand, but we lost without knowing it."

"...Why don't you think it's Maori's credit?"

"Because after the game, I suddenly discovered that I have nothing to confirm about that first-year boy." The voice of the minister of Yamabuki gradually lowered, "The style of playing, the habit of playing, and even the degree of physical exertion, and The level of technology, I have no place to evaluate him. I don't even know if what he shows is real..."

"At that time, I knew that that silver-haired kid, like that Yukimura Seichi, was using his mental power."

"Although I can't believe it, the fact is like this." The minister of Yamabuki said complicatedly, "Li Haida's inheritance is really outrageous."

And Shinobuki in the arena is experiencing what the director of Yamabuki said, "there is nothing that can be confirmed".

Obviously, he was determined before, and he observed the emotions and skills of that guy Nioh.

But... why can't I catch the tennis ball that seems to be right in front of me?

Wait, isn't this a doubles match?

When did my attention only focus on Nioh alone?

Shinobu blinked, feeling suddenly bewildered.

Is what I see in front of my eyes one person or two?

Is it only Nioh Masaharu?

Or is it only Mori Kosaburo?

"6-2, wonby Mori, Nioh."

"Gamewonby Rikkai, Mori, Nioh."

...The game is over?

These last few rounds, how come so fast...?Yes, 10 minutes?

Are we worthless?

Shinobu straightened up, turned his head, and met Hojo's eyes who were also dazed.

Then he suddenly woke up.

It was as if a glass of mint water had suddenly been poured into my cloudy mind.Cool and cool, cold to the heart.

"What I saw was what you let me see?" When shaking hands, Renzu asked in a complicated manner, "So, it was the result of mental power before?"

"Maybe." Niwang smiled and raised his eyebrows, showing a rare innocent look: "But do you think it's just the effect of mental power?"

And what I said, do you really mean it?

Did I really use my mental power?

Or did I make you think that I used mental power?

The tricks of the fraudsters are never the answer.

Believe me, you will lose~piyo~