Tennis: Buy Seigaku For One Dollar, Fire Coach

Fuji and Yukimura both fell.

But Fuji.

But it was one point ahead.

Everyone looked at each other.

There is no shortage of fans present who have several years of experience watching football.

In this situation, both sides were equally matched, and both fell down in the end, but this was the first time they had seen each other.

"How should this be judged?"

"Fuji won, right?"

"Indeed, but if Yukimura wakes up, there is still a chance to even the one-point gap.

"Well, Yukimura hasn't completely lost the game yet."

The audience whispered, analyzing the current situation.

None of the players spoke, but the seriousness on their faces clearly showed this.

so.

their gaze.

More focus is on Yukimura.

Although some people pay attention to Fuji, most of them look at him with admiration for the genius.

That last moment.

Fuji...seems to have understood Lin Bei's style!

"Yukimura."

Rikkai is big.

Everyone shouted.

Liu was solemn, Bunta was anxious, and Nioh squinted his eyes, seemingly calm, but the hands he placed in his hands were actually clasped.

Maori looked serious: "Yukimura...you must not fall down like this!"

"Yukimura!"

Sanada suddenly grabbed the guardrail and shouted: "Yukimura, stand up quickly!"

And Seigaku.

Oishi and others looked at each other with complicated eyes.

But still quietly, waiting for the development of the game.

They should expect Yukimura to be unable to wake up.

But under Lin Bei's strong style.

They...are more inclined to strength!

"Fuji."

They suddenly looked at Fuji, and Kikumaru put his hands to his mouth as a trumpet and shouted: "Fuji, wake up."

Tezuka looked at Fuji lying there.

"The two of them...can't wake up."

However.

Lin Bei with her legs crossed.

But he said calmly.

Lin Bei spoke.

The whole court.

Suddenly there was silence.

Even on Rikkai's side.

No exception.

They looked at Lin Bei blankly.

Look at the court again.

Be it Fuji or Yukimura.

There was no movement.

And the referee.

Keep looking at your watch.

Time passed by minute by minute.

And when the time comes.

Everyone looked at the two people who hadn't gotten up yet.

They couldn't help but sigh.

The referee's voice also sounded.

"Since both sides did not stand up within the stipulated time, the game will be treated as a draw."

The words fell.

Still no one spoke.

Everyone is just sighing now.

"I didn't expect that the competition would develop to this extent."

"Both sides draw."

"But Fuji...is better!"

"Originally, the strength was between the two, but in the end, Fuji realized Lin Bei's style."

"Wind cut?"

"That's right.

When they arrived here, everyone was quite surprised.

When they looked at Fuji who was being helped out by Oishi and Tezuka, they were a little shocked again.

The opponent has understood Lin Bei's style. If there is another fight, it will be difficult for Yukimura to be his opponent, right?

"hateful."

When Sanada helped Yukimura to his seat, there was a trace of anger on his face.

Nioh sighed softly: "4.9 Fuji, all of us underestimated him..."

Liu nodded, and immediately, his eyes fell on Mao Li beside him: "Senior Mao Li, it's your turn!"

"good.

Mauli tightened his grip on the racquet in his hand.

And everyone's attention just returned to the court.

The referee said coldly:

"Starting now is singles two, Rikkai Mori, versus Seigaku's Lin Bei."

three.