The Strongest Player in Sports

Chapter 1969 : Prove that I am not only Fuji’s younger brother

You know, even the laziest-looking, woolen, warm and soft-looking Akutagawa Chiro was lazy before he saw an opponent who could rival him.

This is true even on the field. Every time he looked like he was fast asleep, only when he met a strong one would he open his eyes with excitement and seriousness.

Isn’t this a kind of arrogance?

But after defeating all of them, Zongshen, who should be the most arrogant, is always serious when he should be the most arrogant.

Is this the reason why he is so strong?

Oshitari Yuushi is thoughtful, is there truth in those weak players? Or will it be triggered by watching those balls?

He may try, but he can’t try in the tennis club. Let’s find a chance to go out and watch other people play tennis.

If Shishido Ryoh could hear Oshitari Yuushi’s heartfelt voice, he would definitely make a mocking laugh at this time–because he and Hiyoshi Wakashi had already tried this method.

It’s completely useless.

With two goals left, Feng Changtai will win by six to one.

At this time, Fuji Yuta’s hand trembling became more and more obvious, and it was obvious that Otori Cyotaroh stopped serving.

He wrinkled his brows gently and looked at Fuji Yuta, who was holding his left hand with his right hand.

Fuji Yuta’s forehead bulged with blue veins, he let go of his wrists and stood up straight, gritted his teeth and said, “Go on.

“Hey, Fuji Syusuke’s brother.” Atobe Keigo propped his head slightly tilted, his phoenix eyes sharp and careless, “Do you want to end your tennis career soon?”

“I am, Fuji Yuta! No one, brother!” Fuji Yuta closed his eyes and opened them again. His expression was calm, his expression was full of determination, “Go on.” He said to Otori Cyotaroh.

“Yeah.” Mukahi Gakuto lowered his voice and quietly wentssiping with Oshitari Yuushi, “Atobe failed to persuade people again. I said this kind of aggressive persuasion method has always been counterproductive, right?”

Mukahi Gakuto: “How many persuasion failed? I count, one, two, three, nine, +”

“Shut up, Mukahi Gakuto.” Atobe said in a low voice and grumpy.

Then he took a deep breath, “My uncle didn’t persuade people, right?”

Kabaji Munehiro: “Yes!”

Zongshen: ”

He frowned and looked at Fuji Yuta on the court.

It is true that even though I have already seen the end of the inevitable loss but still decided to continue this spirit is worth learning, but regardless of the body, this is not a rational decision.

“This Otori Cyotaroh is a bit at a loss. His upbringing from childhood made him stop serving, but they are opponents and opposing positions. At this time, it is the most normal for him to take action.

He turned to Sakura Taro for help.

Sakura Taro raised his hand and pressed it down, motioning him to wait.

Otori Cyotaroh waited for a few seconds, and then heard the coach’s early moon-watching voice: “This is Saint Rudolf, give up.”

“Watching the moon!” Fuji Yuta gritted his teeth and stared at the beginning of the moon, “I want to compare!

“If you continue to compare, you will lose. It’s just the difference between losing one goal and losing three goals.” Guanyue looked at his eyes at the beginning of the day, “Your body does not allow you to continue to match, then tell your teammates. .”

Fuji Yuta: “But!”

“You don’t want to be on a bigger stage?” At the beginning of Guanyue’s face, there was no smile on his face. He looked at Fuji Yuta sternly. Has everything stopped?! This is just a practice match!”

The words of Guanyuechu broke into his mind like the sound of a bell, buzzing in his shaking mind.

Around him, the caring eyes of his teammates and the pity of the enemy, watching the lively, regretful eyes imprinted into his mind.

Suddenly Fuji Yuta remembered the figure of that person. It seemed that he would never fail, and would only be accompanied by praise and admiration.

Do not.

He rubbed the racquet tightly.

Don’t be left behind, he will never be better than that person.

He wants to win.

He shouldn’t let himself never exceed that figure just because of a practice match.

“I” Fuji Yuta gritted his teeth, “I

“Accept defeat.”

Not only the people of Saint Rudolph were relieved, but the people of Hyotei were also relieved.

Mukahi Gakuto kept his mouth open, “Finally gave in. I’m really afraid that if Otori Cyotaroh hits his wrist, I should blame myself, right?

Shishido Ryoh sneered at Fuji Yuta who was leaving the field slumpingly, “Xun is closed.”

He didn’t want to face failure, and asked other people to set him down, but it was really awkward.

If you lose, you lose. If you win, you win. Insufficient strength is weakness. Is it necessary to find any reason? Is it necessary to find the reason and look unacceptable? Feign death, Saint Rudolph group of cowards.

Hiyoshi Wakashi is more honest than these guys.

Otori Cyotaroh walked to the team and let out a sigh, the entanglement on his face slowly disappeared.

“Boy, are you scared?” Mukahi Gakuto rushed to wrap Otori Cyotaroh.

Otori Cyotaroh didn’t sit still and fell next to Akutagawa Cirou. Akutagawa Cirou was crushed and almost vomited. He kicked his feet and kicked Shishido Ryoh’s face.

The mocking expression on Shishido Ryoh’s face changed instantly, “”/My face!”

Several people screamed and made a bunch.

Atobe Keigo thought this scene was so stupid, he covered the left side of the eye with his hand to avoid being upset, and by the way, he glanced at Saint Rudolph on the opposite side.

Fuji Yuta received other slap encouragement at the moment, and looked serious and warm.

Although he knew that the players were so relaxed because they didn’t put Saint Rudolph in his eyes at all, he still felt a little embarrassed.

Atobe Keigo: “Quiet.”

Mukahi Gakuto: “Ah! Who kicked me in the face!”

Shishido Ryoh: “It must be Akutagawa! He kicked me just now!”

Akutagawa Chiro: “Ah, it’s so heavy, don’t hit me, I will fight back

Otori Cyotaroh: “Senior, stop fighting, Senior Atobe called us!

Jirou Akutagawa: “(Does it for money) look at my serial feet!”

Xiang Riyue: “Deathing Scissor Hands!”

Atobe Keigo: “Heh, Huadi, separate them for me.”

“Be quiet.” Zongshen said, “The next match is about to begin, Yueren.”

“Okay! No problem.” Mukahi Gakuto and Akutagawa Jirou quickly sat down in the pool.

Akutagawa Cilang did not look at the opposite side. He looked at Zongshen with bright eyes, like watching a big cake, “I won the match later. As a reward, can you fight with me? You recently talked to Xiangri. The guy has been hitting too much, he hasn’t hit me in a long time!”

“Nonsense!” Mukahi Gakuto argued, “You obviously won my practice match yesterday morning!”

Zongshen nodded: “Yes.”

Akutagawa exclaimed, but he didn’t care to refute Mukahi Gakuto’s allegations, “Great! No, no, I have to play five games! Not ten games!

Looking at Saint Rudolph, who was no one on the other side:”