Tennis: Buy Seigaku For One Dollar, Fire Coach

"Liu lost!"

"Yamato's illusion has reached such a state."

"This...I don't understand it at all!"

"It's very simple. The previous illusion was to induce the enemy to chase the non-existent tennis ball, but the real tennis ball is on the other side.

"Oh? What you mean is that Liu just tried to solve the problem with the same idea as before, but he didn't expect that Yamato changed the real path of this trick, and he could even hit short balls... come out!"

In a few words, everyone understood it completely.

Coupled with the strong sun, a drop of cold sweat flowed from my forehead.

Their eyes were completely locked on Yamato.

"This is Seigaku's Yamato..."

Immediately.

their gaze.

Instead, it fell to Lin Bei on the Seigaku560 coaching chair.

“Without Lin Bei, Yamato would not be what it is today.”

Inoue sighed.

When Yamato was in his second year, he interviewed him and gave him a very solid impression that he should be a very great player.

But seeing the changes in the opponent's court, Inoue could only respond with high emotional intelligence. Due to his limited talent, no matter how hard he tried, it was of no avail.

And heard.

Seigaku's current training is handled by Lin Bei!

Illusions and dreams are exclusive to Yamato himself.

But for his physical training, he still relied on Lin Bei to complete the new version of the dream.

"Lin Bei."

The rest of the people, Akuto, Atobe and other masters from the school, all their eyes fell on Lin Bei, with complicated emotions in their eyes.

The other party... is so awesome!

In fact.

Big changes are not just physical changes.

It's just a dream come true. The real tennis method of playing in the front court was taught to him by Lin Bei.

the other side.

Liu closed his eyes, with a complex look on his face.

"I lost."

"Sorry...Sanada!"

He turned to look at Sanada, who had a completely dark face.

Sanada snorted and ignored him. If it were the domineering Sanada from the original manga, he would probably punch him at this moment.

In the comics, every player who loses the game must accept the punishment of his fist.

Because King Rikkai is big, he cannot afford to lose any game.

But that was... King Rikkai two years later.

And he is not the extremely domineering Sanada he was two years later.

"Yamato, right? You can't even try to score from me."

Sanada's eyes fell on Yamato, and his tone was not high, but it gave people an unquestionable feeling.

This shocked everyone at Rikkai.

Yukimura said solemnly: "Sanada...seems to be completely sure of cracking this move!"

"This trick is not easy."

Niou's eyes became serious.

Wentai and others nodded.

It can make Liu helpless.

Even Sanada... is not easy to crack, right?

"He's very confident."

Everyone's eyes fell entirely on Sanada.

Seigaku.

Everyone looked over with interest.

Bang!

And this time.

Sanada serves.

Quickly landed on Yamato's side.

"It's so fast, but... I can still barely see the path of the ball."

Yamato was startled, but his excellent psychological quality allowed him to calm down. He raised his feet and stepped to catch up, subconsciously observing Sanada's use of the illusion and dream technique.

Buzz!

But at this moment.

A huge Yin Qi emerged from Sanada's body.

It was like a wolf smoke, covering it so that Yamato could not see his next move at all.

Bang!

next moment.

Yamato didn't have time to be shocked.

The tennis ball he hit was locked by Sanada Racquet.

Break through at your feet at the fastest speed.

Wait for him to react.

The light yellow light has already exploded at the feet and shot up.

"15-0!"

"It's hard to know!"

Sanada glanced at Yamato indifferently, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Immediately.

His eyes were on Tezuka.

"Tezuka, come on.".