Tennis: A Rough Start Byodoin Hoo

It was still Hyotei's serving game, and Oshitari checked the time before kicking off the last ball.

"Kamidai, it seems that I won this bet. They will never survive the last minute."

Oshitari said the words with a deadpan expression that made all Fudomine angry.

This guy doesn't care about the game at all.

All he cared about was the bet with Kamidai Aoi. The ruthless attitude he showed before, not giving up a single point, was just to end the game before ten minutes and twenty-four seconds.

Kamishiro Ao twirled Mio's silvery and soft hair and said casually:

"In that case, do you want to refill it? It's okay to add soda for an extra month."

It was clear that Kamidai Ao was now at a huge disadvantage, but Kamidai Ao wanted to raise the stakes.

Oshitari Yuushi's face darkened and he did not give an answer.

So what if you fill up a month's worth of soda? To them, Hyotei students, it's just a drop in the bucket of pocket money.

All he cares about is whether Kamishiro Aoi's prediction is correct or not.

Mori Chende and Uchimura Kyosuke held the racquet tightly and stared at the two people opposite.

"Kyosuke, it would be too embarrassing if we lose without scoring a single goal."

"This ball must be snatched from the opponent's hand no matter what!"

The two looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes.

Oshitari Yuushi, who was in the backcourt, hit a high-speed serve and directly skipped Senchende in the frontcourt.

Mori Chende's expression changed and he said in shock: "Kyosuke!"

"I saw."

Uchimura Kyosuke quickly came to the spot where the tennis ball was dropped, and with a smooth wave, he actually hit back the high-speed serve that he had been unable to reach before.

This sudden change surprised everyone watching the game.

Shiba Saori picked up the camera and took a photo.

"It's strange. Didn't these two people not receive service from Hyotei Oshitari before? Why did they suddenly receive it this time? It doesn't seem to be a coincidence."

Not to mention an outsider like Shiba Saori, even Atobe and Tachibana Yoshihei didn't see the reason.

"Cang, do you know what's going on?"

Atobe threw the question to Kamidai Ao.

If anyone here can know the reason, it can only be Kamishiro Aoi.

Kamishiro Aoi pointed to Mori Chende’s position on the field and said:

"They couldn't catch Oshitari's high-speed serve, so they chose to suppress Oshitari's serve area in order to get a chance to react."

"Senchende's position is very close to the net in the left half, which makes Oshitari who is serving in the backcourt subconsciously choose the other half to serve, which is equivalent to reducing Oshitari's offensive range by half."

"The difficulty of fighting back is naturally reduced by half."

After hearing this, everyone suddenly realized and recalled the situation just now. It was indeed as what Kamishiro Cang said.

Oshitari on the field is no exception.

"Huh, what's the use of such a little trick?"

A big diagonal kick went directly to the corner of Fudomine's half.

Uchimura Kyosuke, who had just returned a ball, had no time to hesitate and saw that he could no longer catch up with the ball.

He jumped and saved the ball with a flying dive, but he himself slid far away on the ground.

Blood dripped from his elbows and knees.

Senchende's expression changed: "Kyosuke, are you okay?"

Uchimura Kyosuke endured the pain and climbed up from the ground, limping back to the field.

"Leave me alone, we can't let them win so easily."

Uchimura Kyosuke's return ball was very high. Logically speaking, Oshitari in the backcourt should have caught the ball.

But Hyotei's Mukahi Gakuto's jumping height is beyond the reach of ordinary tennis players.

"Moon Return!"

As soon as the tennis ball passed by, Mukahi Gakuto jumped up and was already in the air.

Like a light butterfly, he intercepted the ball in the air.

Senchende subconsciously looked at Uchimura Kyosuke in the backcourt.

But when he saw Uchimura Kyosuke's socks that were stained red by the blood left on his thighs and his faintly trembling legs.

Senchende gritted his teeth and chose to save the ball himself.

The result was that the ball was saved and he himself directly hit the protective net next to him.

Tachibana Jippei stood up from his seat: "Sen Chende, what are you doing?"

These two people were simply fighting for their lives.

Time and time again, Fudomine's two men exposed huge flaws due to their hasty reception.

Then he went to pick it up regardless of the injury.

However, Oshitari and Xiangri could not score the last point.

Juxing's two hands were grasped on the protective net, and she looked at the two people who were already covered in dust and scarred.

Ryūzaki Sakurano: "What are these two people doing so hard for?"

Inoue Mamoru was silent for a while and then uttered a few words:

"For tennis!"

But his eyes have been staring at the pocket watch in his hand for ten seconds. Is it possible that Kamidai Aoi's prediction is really going to be fulfilled?

Seeing the ball being hit back by Fudomine again, Oshitari lost his patience.

"Yue Ren!"

The two have been partners for so long, and they can understand each other's thoughts just by looking at each other.

Mukahi Gakuto gave up the moon return he wanted to use and returned a high ball.

Kamio: "It's a chance ball, Senchentoku!"

No need for Kamio to say anything, Senchende also understood that this was a chance ball.

Ignoring the pain in his body, Senchende jumped up in front of the net.

"Asshole, get this ball for me!"

Senchende dunked the tennis ball hard.

Kamio jumped up happily, pointed at Kamishiro Aoi and mocked:

"Ha, ten minutes and twenty-four seconds? Just dream! Our Fudomine won this goal!"

It is now ten minutes and twenty-two seconds. Senchende gets the ball and Hyotei serves again. It is more than ten minutes and twenty-four seconds.

Kamishiro Ao held up his chin and looked at the field quietly.

"Don't worry, isn't this ball finished yet?"

Kamio could only think that Kamidai Aoi didn't shed tears when he saw the coffin, and couldn't help but admit his failure.

"That's a smash. How do they respond to the smash...?"

Before Kamio finished speaking, Hyotei flashed a silver light in the half.

Oshitari knelt on one knee, raised his hands, and faced Fudomine's two men with his back.

The tennis ball landed at the baseline of Fudomine's half.

The only sound left in the field was the sound of tennis balls bouncing gently on the ground.

"Brown bear caught."

A return move specifically designed to deal with smashes.

Everyone in Fudomine had already seen it once when facing Seigaku, but they didn't expect Hyotei's Oshitari Yuushi to do this trick.

The referee blows his whistle.

"Game, 6:0, Hyotei wins."

Hyotei, win.

Inoue Mamoru lowered his head and looked at his pocket watch. The time was exactly ten minutes and twenty-four seconds.

When he looked at Kamidai Cang not far away, there was a hint of horror in his eyes.

He actually predicted the timing of the entire game.

Shiba Saori took a look at Inoue Mamoru's pocket watch.

"Wow, it's really ten minutes and twenty-four seconds. How on earth did Lord God do it?"

Kosakada Tomoka followed and shouted: "Kami-sama, let's compete!"

Ryūzaki Sakurano pulled and jumped up and down, like a fanatical Tomoka fan.

He whispered: "Tomoka, didn't you say you were from Ryoma's support team?"

There was a look of struggle on Kosakada Tomoka's face.

"I...I rebelled. From now on, the affairs of Ryoma's support team will be left to you. I am now the support team of Lord Kami."

Shiba Saori pinched Kosakada Tomoka's face and said viciously:

"Kami-sama is mine, go and cheer up your Ryoma!"

Xiao Bantian Tomoka showed no sign of weakness: "Now I am also a member of the Kami-sama's support team, huh."

Sparks broke out between the two people again, leaving Ryūzaki Sakurano in the middle helpless.

Oshitari Kenya and Mukahi Gakuto walked back to Hyotei's coaching bench together.

Atobe clapped his hands with a smile on his face.

"Good fight, let's go rest."

Oshitari Yuushi looked at Kamishiro Ao who was smiling lightly.

"How on earth did you do that?"

There was no need to look at the time. He kept calculating in his mind during the game. When the Bruins scored, it was indeed ten minutes and twenty-four seconds.

But how exactly did Kamishiro Aoi get this time?

Could it be possible that he could even count Fudomine's dying counterattack?

Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. How can anyone even calculate such a thing?

Kamidai Ao gently shook Erlang's legs with a playful look on his face.

"Well, maybe you're just lucky? Oshitari, you already owe me soda for two months."

Kamishiro Ao's look of not wanting to say anything made Oshitari feel like a cat's claws scratching his heart.

But there was nothing he could do about it, so he could only quietly find a seat and finish it.

Everyone at Fudomine helped Mori Chende and Uchimura Kyosuke back.

They took out alcohol and gauze and bandaged it up.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

"You still know the pain? Why didn't you know the pain when you were risking your life just now?"

"Hey Hey."

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The third update, please give me some flowers and monthly tickets, bosses, my heart is almost broken.