Tennis: A Rough Start Byodoin Hoo

"Now for doubles two, Fudomine Sentoku, Uchimura Kyosuke vs Hyotei Mukahi Gakuto, Oshitari Kenya."

Fudomine's tennis department has just been reformed, and its personnel strength has great shortcomings.

One of them is the doubles duo composed of Sentori Mori and Uchimura Kyosuke.

According to Kamidai Aoi's understanding, they have only reached the bottom of the Kanto level at most.

That is to say, the level of doubles in the strong school is at the bottom, which is basically a free game.

Doubles are different from singles.

The judgment of doubles' strength does not entirely come from personal strength.

Doubles composed of two Kanto-levels may reach the national level, while doubles composed of two national-levels may only reach the Kanto level.

More often, it depends on the tacit understanding between two people and the compatibility of their abilities.

But it's a pity, Hyotei's Oshitari Yuushi and Mukahi Gakuto are very compatible.

Juxing stood outside waving Fudomine's support flag.

"Come on Fudomine, come on Fudomine."

For some reason, Tomoka Kosakada and Ryūzaki Sakurano, who also came with them, looked blankly at the girl who blushed because of the loud cheers.

I admired her for a while.

Unfortunately, neither side of the competition is from their school, and they are embarrassed even if they want to cheer.

Atobe snapped his fingers:

"How can we, the noble Hyotei, lose to a little girl?"

"Hyotei, must win, Hyotei, must win."

"Hyotei, must win, Hyotei, must win"

Suddenly, there were loud shouts from both sides of the court.

Completely covering up Juxing's voice.

Looking around, they are all densely packed with Hyotei cheerleaders.

Wearing Hyotei's school uniform and holding various support items.

The slogans are uniform.

Even Atobe himself was stunned.

In the past, Hyotei's support team didn't have such a big battle.

Tomoka Kosakada covered her ears.

"Who are these people? They have obviously undergone unified training."

In such a lively and high-spirited atmosphere, Inoue Mamoru quickly picked up his camera and took a few photos.

"These are people from the Hyotei Tennis Club. The Hyotei Tennis Club has more than 300 members."

Mio, who was sitting next to Kamishiro Aoi, raised her right hand and clenched it into a fist.

The sound of the support team suddenly stopped.

Kamishiro Aoi took Mio's tender little hand and asked curiously:

"Did you arrange all of this?"

Mio nodded.

"I'm the tennis department manager now, and these things are within my scope of responsibilities."

Before the game started, Oshitari Yuushi walked up to Kamishiro Ao, who was crossing his legs and resting his chin on the armrest of the chair.

"Kamidai, let's make another bet. Guess when this game will end. The bet is still a month's worth of soda."

Oshitari Yuushi has always been worried about losing to Kamishiro Aoi in the last bet.

He wanted to find out whether it was a coincidence or whether Kamishiro Aoi really had this almost fantasy ability.

Kamidai Aoi smiled casually.

"Okay, then let's bet ten minutes and twenty-four seconds. The timer will start after you kick off. I will lose the rest of the time. How about that?"

What a stubborn person, but the soda delivered to your door is not free of charge.

Oshitari Yuushi gave Kamishiro Ao a deep look.

"The bet is established."

Accurate to the second, are you still so confident?

Atobe's face showed a hint of sympathy.

How difficult it is to bet with Cang. I wonder if Cang has never lost as long as he has been betting since childhood?

The bet between the two people was not secretive.

Everyone present heard the conversation between the two.

Kamio clenched his fists.

"These two bastards don't take us seriously at all. They talk as if they have already won."

"Hey, Mori, Uchimura, hurry up and deal with those two bastards."

Ryūzaki Sakurano, who was still a tennis novice, looked at Inoue Mamoru curiously.

"Mr. Inoue, can anyone really predict the time of the game?"

Shiba Saori and Kosakada Tomoka also looked over.

Shiba Saori is a trainee reporter. This is her first time following Inoue Mamoru to watch an official game.

And Tomoka Kosakada just watched a regional match with Seigaku.

Mamoru Inoue shook his head seriously.

"There are too many factors that affect the game time, including the strength of both sides, the state of the game that day, the understanding of the opponent, and even the weather and wind speed that day."

"Even experts who predict the outcome of the game are very familiar with the players on both sides and can only predict the score and approximate time."

"What's more important is that this is a doubles game, and there are more factors involved. When making predictions, we also need to take into account the tacit understanding of the two teams in the game, etc."

"It's almost impossible to keep the game time accurate to the second."

That's what he said, but Mamoru Inoue took out a watch very honestly and waited for the kick-off to start timing.

Kamishiro Ao poked a small octopus ball from the box Akutsu was holding and threw it into his mouth.

Said vaguely:

"It's almost time, you go and warm up first."

Akutsu glanced at Fudomine with disdain.

Does this kind of opponent also need to warm up? "

Kamishiro Aoi glanced at Akutsu indifferently, the look in his eyes not allowing him to refuse.

Akutsu reluctantly put down the box in his hand and took the racquet to warm up.

Both teams guessed first, and Fudomine Senchende kicked off the game.

The moment the ball was hit, several stopwatch sounds sounded in the field at the same time.

The focus of this game has long been no longer on the court. Now everyone is concerned about whether this game will end in ten minutes and twenty-four seconds.

As soon as the game started, the gap in hard power between the two sides became apparent.

Oshitari is known as a man with a thousand skills, and all kinds of skills are endless.

Whether it's a topspin ball, a backspin ball, or a straight and diagonal ball, there are ways to deal with it.

Mukahi Gakuto's trick shot opened the door for Hyotei to attack.

His leaping ability beyond ordinary people allows him to catch many tennis balls that others cannot catch in front of the net.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

"0-15"

"0-30"

"0-40"

"Game, 0-1, Hyotei takes the lead, the two sides exchange venues."

Fudomine's serve round was easily won by Hyotei.

Sentori Mori and Uchimura Kyosuke returned to Fudomine's coaching bench with their heads down.

"Tachibana, we..."

Tachibana Jippei hugged his chest and had no intention of blaming the two of them.

I originally thought that Hyotei would send a second team to participate in the metropolitan competition as usual.

Unexpectedly, this time a whole team came.

Senchentoku and the others encountered Hyotei's famous doubles.

"No need to say much, just try your best."

Ibu Fukaji leaned on the railing and said calmly:

"It doesn't matter if you lose, there will still be us behind you."

The encouragement from their teammates made the two seem full of strength.

He mustered up enough energy to return to the court and set up his formation, feeling quite like he wanted to fight Oshitari to the death.

However, momentum alone cannot make up for the gap in strength.

Mori Chende and Uchimura Kyosuke still kept losing points.

"2-0"

"3-0"

"4-0"

"5-0"

"40-0"

Soon, the game reached the match point.

Mamoru Inoue looked at the pocket watch in his hand. It was only nine minutes before the game started.

There is still one minute and twenty-four seconds left as predicted by Kamishiro Aoi.

According to Oshitari and Mukahi's previous scoring pace, this game will be over in less than ten minutes.

"Did the prediction fail?"

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An additional chapter for Fifty Thousand Flowers.

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