Tennis Movie King Kanata Irie

"elder brother."

Along the way, Mutsu Yuho looked at Mutsu Yuma's back with complicated thoughts and asked curiously: "Why are we going to court?"

"Are you out of your mind?"

Mutsu Yuma turned around, glanced at him coldly, and said: "Of course going to court is a competition, is it a practice?"

"Is not it…….…"

Mutsu Yuho wanted to say this, but he found that his brother was very angry now and held back what he wanted to say.

He was curious.

Who provoked my brother?

Suddenly, Mutsu Yuma stopped, and Mutsu Yuho bumped into him. With an ouch, he covered his forehead and looked forward, discovering the wild deputy minister.

"Deputy Minister!"

Mutsu Yuho smiled and waved his hand.

"Where are you going?"

Kanata Irie walked over curiously and saw that the direction of the two of them was not the main court.

"We're going to play on an unused court."

Mutsu Yuma said.

"It's a game..."

Kanata Irie pointed at herself and said with a smile: "28, then you need a referee, right? How about I do it?"

"sorry to bother you."

Mutsu Yuma said seriously.

"elder brother."

Mutsu Yuho's face changed slightly, is his brother serious? He hasn't competed with his brother for a long time.

Subconsciously.

He tightened his grip on the racquet in his hand.

Idle court.

Irie walked up to the referee's chair: "The game is determined by one set... Come on, you two decide the game!"

"I'll start.

Mutsu Yuma said without any doubt.

"elder brother……………"

Mutsu Yuho's heart trembled.

What happened to my brother?

But out of courtesy, he nodded obediently.

Seeing this, Mutsu Yuma's eyes flashed with disappointment.

call!

He tossed the tennis ball and hit a high-speed serve.

Snapped!

The tennis ball flew past Mutsu Yuho's feet.

"15-0!"

"Brother, please don't be distracted."

When Irie announced the score, she smiled at Yuho.

"Seriously."

Said.

Mutsu Yuma served another ball.

Snapped!

Looking at the tennis ball that was completely over the line, a wave of pressure came over him. Mutsu Yuho put on a serious look and fought back with a daily lift.

The other end.

Mutsu Yuma took advantage of the situation and struck out. He hit with a ball and a long ball, sealing Mutsu Yuho at the baseline.

boom!

Mutsu Yuho lost the opportunity and was pressed near the baseline. He hit a ball back and his heart sank: "So strong!"

"But brother...since you are serious, then I don't have to be angry.

When it comes to looking for an opportunity to kill with one hit while defending, Mutsu Yuho is still a little distracted. His eyes lit up and he saw the incompleteness of Mutsu Yuma's steps when he stepped forward.

"Chance!"

Without hesitation, he pushed the tennis ball out.

Whoosh!

This ball.

It is a high-speed chop and a passing shot anchored near the baseline.

The tennis ball passed through Mutsu Yuma at breakneck speed.

boom!

However, Mutsu Yuho's eyes were dazzled, and the opponent had already blocked the tennis ball and hit him on the left side.

"30-0!"

Irie announced, thinking to herself: "It's not an accident."

"Still unchanged."

Mutsu Yuma said coldly: "When you are shooting the passing shot, the racquet is tilted 3 to 4 centimeters."

"this..."

Mutsu Yuho's face turned pale.

Such details.

He didn't even notice.

"Brother...why?"

But Mutsu Yuho wants to know even more, the reason why the other party taught him a lesson is because he didn't do well enough?

"Beat me!"

Mutsu Yuma serves again: "You know why!"

"this"

"I can not do it!"

Facing the tennis ball that was shot suddenly, fear flashed in Mutsu Yuho's eyes. He felt that he was no match for his brother.

Snapped!

"40-0!"

"You are really incompetent."

Mutsu Yuma said as the tennis ball passed by Mutsu Yuho.

"1-0!"

"No, because

Mutsu Yuho's body was shocked, as if struck by lightning, his face was pale, and he looked at Mutsu Yuma in disbelief.

My brother is so strange...Is this person still his brother?

"You're not so weak that you can't even retaliate against the serve just now, are you?"

Mutsu Yuma's words penetrated mercilessly into Mutsu Yuho's heart.

He covered his chest and his face turned grim as he shouted: "Of course not!"

call!

Full of anger, he threw up the tennis ball and hit it hard.

"That's right."

Seeing the faster hitting, the impatience in Mutsu Yuma's eyes dissipated a little.

"Spin serve."

The older brother, Mutsu Yuma, glanced at the movement of the tennis ball.

After the tennis ball hits the ground. Side spin, after accumulating to a certain extent, bounce back quickly.

boom!

In an instant, his racquet was half picked out.

The tennis ball bounced for a short time before he shot it and threw it away.

Just listen to a snap. 687 Brother's baseline was torn open.

The tennis ball falls from it and scores a hit.

"0-15!"

"Half volley!"

Irie's eyes flashed: "It's very beautiful.

Next.

Mutsu Yuho's intention was completely seen through by his brother.

"Brother-kun 2-0!"

A strange look flashed in Irie's eyes: "Brother, do you know your brother so well..."

On the contrary, the younger brother seems not to understand his elder brother at all.

"That's a little weird...I get it."

Irie understands.

Twenty minutes later.

"3-0!"

"4-0!"

"5-0!"

Mutsu Yuho mistakenly ran near the baseline.

But the tennis ball had already scored.

"call……"

He held his knees with both hands, panting constantly, and was exhausted and sweating profusely.

His eyes were blank: "The gap between me and my brother... is actually so big!"

You really don't know if you don't fight, but you will know after fighting. The gap between the two is like a chasm.

"Brother...you are really amazing."

Mutsu Yuho raised his head, his eyes sparkling with reverence.

Hearing this, Mutsu Yuma looked coldly and said: "Let's disband the group."