The Strongest in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 638 Dreams and reality (third more, for subscription)

Under the sunlight that started to cool down.

Tokyo Metropolitan Arena. Court, on the left side of the main venue.

National finals.

The third singles.

The fourth minute after the start of the game.

Below the court.

Rikkai was attached to the bench.

“Minister, quickly serve!”

Marui Bunta.

“Your goal in this game is to beat the hand. Our Rikkai Daisuke’s goal this year is to beat Seigaku. Now you and our tennis goals have not been reached. Yukimura, this game can’t just end like this!”

Sanada Genichiro.

“Yukimura, wake up, don’t continue to be immersed in the dreamland, the dreamland is your unique skill to defeat Shimura!”

Jackal Sanhu.

All seven of Rikkai’s main candidates stood up.

They were all shouting urgently.

On the stands outside the court.

“Minister Yukimura, come on!”

“We have already lost two games. After losing this game, our Rikkai will lose this round of finals. Yukimura, you absolutely can’t just lose like that!”

“The King Rikkai is great!”

The members of Rikkai’s team were also shouting loudly.

Just like Sanada and Fumata in the field, their eyes were filled with anxiety.

Location not far from Rikkai people.

“I have always been absolutely a little surprised, Yukimura’s state is not like 987 has fallen into a state of being deprived of the five senses.”

“Dreamland? So that’s how it is!”

Oshitari looked at the court.

“In the final of the Kanto Contest last year, Yukimura’s deprivation of the five senses was cracked by Shimura. Yukimura finally fell into the deprivation of the five senses. Today, did he fall into a dream again?”

“Two times against Shimura, both times I fell into my own stunt.”

“It’s ironic!”

Atobe shook his head and said.

After the voice fell.

Minghu’s gaze was cast into the field again.

Inside the court surrounded by stands.

Behind the baseline.

Yukimura, who was supposed to be serving, was sitting on the ground. His face had a very obvious joyful smile. Although his eyes were bright, his pupils were out of focus.

at the same time.

Yukimura’s mouth was moving.

Although he is not proficient in lip language, he is a top tennis player with very rich game experience and outstanding insight who ranks among the top three nationally.

“You won!”

Atobe still vaguely judged what Yukimura was murmuring softly.

side of the court.

Like the people of Rikkai and Atobe off the court, the referee’s eyes are also on Yukimura’s (aidd).

But it was different from the anxious Sanada and the Atobe with fear in his eyes.

What the referee has in his eyes is entanglement.

After looking down at the watch on his right wrist.

“Yukimura classmate.”

“Please serve!”

The referee reminded.

After nearly twenty seconds.

“Yukimura from Rikkai University, you have the right to serve in this game.”

“Please send you the third note of this game serve!

The referee couldn’t help but reminded again, and at the same time greatly increased the volume of the reminder.

but

The rear of the court.

Yukimura still showed no sign of standing up.

The only change is that the joy on his face has become more intense.

Continue to wait for more than ten seconds.

Referee, the entanglement in his eyes has increased significantly.

According to the rules, there is only twenty seconds between the end of the game of one ball and the start of the next ball.

But today’s game is not at the professional level after all, and it’s still the finals, and it’s the most crucial game. If Yukimura is unable to serve for a long time as a ruling that Yukimura loses, Rikkai Daizu will end today’s game.

As time goes by a little bit.

outside the court.

“Haven’t you stand up and serve? In the first game, Yukimura was shot by Shimura with a serve. In this game, Yukimura was completely shot with a serve by Shimura in the first two goals. Now Yukimura is even more like a demon. Is the game over like this?”

“I just heard the voice of Masanori from Rikkai Daisuke. Yukimura should be caught in a’dreamland’ that Yukimura intends to use to deal with Shimura’s stunt!”

“Dreamland, judging from the name, Yukimura’s game style and Yukimura’s current state, this should be a spiritual still. Yukimura, like Nioh, Yanagi, and Sanada, has hidden skills.”

“But it’s still Shimura’s horror. Although I can’t see the process clearly, Shimura seems to have used a very special method to get Yukimura into his own stunt. This game, this round of competition, Rikkai is mostly over!”

The discussion outside the court became more and more boiling.

After waiting for nearly half a minute.

Referee on the sidelines.

He couldn’t help but cast his gaze on Shimura.

suddenly.

Atobe, Akutsu, Sanada, Fuji.

The pupils of the top players outside the court suddenly shrank.

They felt a very special aura in Shimura, and that aura was exactly the same as the aura that appeared and disappeared suddenly after Yukimura played the second serve.

And it was from that moment that Yukimura’s eyes became loose.

The right side of the backcourt.

In situations where no one can perceive it.

In the depths of Shimura’s pupils, a black air current suddenly emerged and then disappeared suddenly.

at the same time.

The other side of the net.

Yukimura sitting behind the court.

Shock and confusion appeared in his eyes that looked bright but not the slightest burnt tiger.

The depths of Yukimura’s consciousness.

“Our Rikkai Daizu is this year’s champion!”

He held the championship trophy high, Sanada waved a flag that only the champion team can keep, Jackal, Fumata, Yanagi, Mori, Nioh, and Yanagi cheered, and the ordinary players of Rikkai Daichi were all shouting in the world suddenly. Stopped.

“Kacha! Kacha!”

It’s like broken glass.

The stationary time suddenly collapsed into smaller pieces.

“Yukimura stand up!”

Anxious shouts from the bench of Rikkai attached

“Minister Yukimura, you absolutely can’t just lose like that!”

From off the field, the unwilling roars of the non-selected players from Rikkai University.

“Rikkai, they seem to be runner-up this year. Yukimura, although his stunts are daunting, he is far from defeating Shimura!”

Arguments from the general audience.

The noisy sound came to Yukimura’s ears.

After half a minute.

Yukimura looked up at the court opposite.

Obviously half a head taller than him, with short hair and short hair, his eyes are very calm, and there is neither the joy of winning nor the excitement of defeating his opponent in his pupils.

A picture of him lifting the championship trophy.

Both appeared in his consciousness one after another.

“It turns out that I was in a dream, and it was me who danced alone in the dream!”

“We Rikkai did not win!”

“The big score is one to zero behind, the small score is behind 30 to zero, and the referee can actually announce that I abstained. This is the real situation of the game!’

Yukimura’s eyes are full of bitterness.