The Strongest Player in Sports

Chapter 1996 : Tezukavs Atobe

“Snapped”

Because in order to play chop, handist Kunimitsu stood in the middle of the podium, too far away from the tennis footing point, and Atobe Keigo’s counterattack came too fast, and his handist field did not have time to take effect.

Hyotei scored.

Sakura Taro’s tight brows finally eased ~ slowly loosened.

It seems that the match played by Zongshen Atobe during this period has improved Atobe’s abilities a lot. If Atobe beats his hand this time, the knot in his heart should be removed.

Seeing Atobe’s bright eyes, you can see that he is getting more and more excited.

Atobe Keigo is indeed getting more and more excited when he hits. He can always feel that his previously stagnant physical energy and responsiveness are refreshing after every match with Zongshen.

The upper limit he was stuck has been breaking through this period of time.

But his feeling of becoming stronger was vague, until after he faced Kunimitsu, the opponent he had been unable to win, the veil he had been covering in front of his eyes was uncovered. powerful.

“Too slow.” Atobe Keigo stepped forward and swung his pat.

The smash hit the ground hard and then stopped for a few seconds and bounced. The ball was hit by the hand Kunimitsu and was affected by the hand’s field.

But just hit back.

Atobe Keigo didn’t worry about seeing tennis, which was just about to break through the player’s field, but continued to play.

Soon, the match reached two to one.

Hand family two, Atobe one.

Obviously it was a good situation, but Oishi didn’t dare to relax at all.

He stared closely at the hands on the field, touched the sweatpants on his legs, and looked melancholy.

This morning he had an ominous premonition when he saw Shoujia wearing a wrist brace and occasionally clenching his fist subconsciously. He didn’t know what Shoujia did yesterday that would cause problems with his slowly stabilized arm.

He tried to quietly persuade the Shoujia to make a temporary substitute, such as changing Haitang or playing on the field, but the Shoujia did not agree.

Oishi stared at the arena closely and saw racquet’s fingers tightening while he was pinching the net. When the veins on the back of his hand collapsed, he was in a cold sweat.

“Oishi, Oishi?” Kikumaru Eiji glanced suspiciously at Oishi Syuichirou who was in a daze, and slammed into the Begonia next to him, “Nuan, Oishi seemed to be dumbfounded by the minister’s match.”

Echizen Ryoma’s expression shifted slightly. He looked at the person standing on the field, but he thought of the opponent’s face when he was fighting.

“Oishi, Oishi, Oishi?”

Oishi Syuichirou stood up and looked at the place where the voice was hitting. He saw Fuji who was smiling and looking at him, his brows were slightly frowned, and his tone was a little worried. “What’s wrong with you?”

“It’s just Nuan, Oishi, I called you several times just now, but you didn’t answer.” Kikumaru Eiji saw Haitang Kaoru ignore him, and turned around again. He blinked and curiously said: “Do you look at the minister match?”

“No, no.” Oishi Syuichirou smiled and sat back to continue watching the stadium.

Kunimitsu’s score was tied again by Atobe Keigo.

But the hand of the hand..

When the match was three to two, Oishi couldn’t help but walked to Ryūzaki Jin, “Coach, can you stop the match?”

He doesn’t have the right to fight back to abandon the match, so he can only try to time out match first.

Ryūzaki Jin put his arms around his chest, “Give me a reason.

Oishi Syuichirou sweated his palms and said nothing for a while.

Ryūzaki Jin looked at the game, “Before the player comes on the field, tell me that no matter what you say about him, you are not allowed to abandon the game.”

She looked at Oishi Syuichirou who clenched her fists and looked shocked, “So you two, what dumb riddles are you playing?”

Momoshiro Takeshi was listening in the clouds next to him, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fuji Syusuke faintly noticed that it was wrong, the smile on his face faded, and the ice-blue mountain-like eyes looked at Oishi Syuichirou, “Oishi, what’s the matter?”

“boom”

“minister!”

“Hands!!!” Ryūzaki Jin, who had been staring at the stadium, stood up abruptly.

Oishi Syuichirou, Fuji Syusuke and Momoshiro Takeshi in her action belt also turned their heads to look at the stadium.

The arena was silent.

Hand Kunimitsu clutched his arms with an unclear look, and a racquet fell not far behind him.

Atobe Keigo frowned slowly, “Hey, Shoujia, you are not going to touch Uncle Porcelain?”

He obviously did not attack the opponent’s arm, nor did he play violent tennis.

How does Kunimitsu come from?

He squinted his eyes slightly, his sharp gaze swept towards the slightly trembling arm that was covered, his tone was not good, “Are you hurting the competition?”

“Minister!” Momoshiro Takeshi stood outside the arena, gritted his teeth and said: “Atobe! You deceive people too much!”

………For flowers…

Atobe Keigo just felt inexplicable, he didn’t want to talk to a fool.

So he just looked at the silent hand Kunimitsu, “Hands, you just look down on your opponent so disrespectful of the arena?!

Unfortunately, he thought he was strong enough to compete with his family. What is this now?

joke!

Even if he wins this match, it is still a joke!

Everyone would think that the hand family lost to him because of injury.

What’s more sad is that he himself thinks so too.

It’s ridiculous, too ridiculous.

too disgusting.

He really matches seriously, why should he be treated like this?

Atobe Keigo’s expression cooled down, regardless of the glaring glaring of the people on Seigaku’s side, he looked at Kunimitsu, who was slowly standing up, with a cold tone, “Give up, you can’t win anyway.”

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“Continue.” Kunimitsu picked up the net racquet with a calm expression, as if he had expected this scene a long time ago.

Atobe Keigo smiled and was angry.

He nodded, “Shoujia Kunimitsu.”

He turned around and returned to the halftime position behind the net court, his expression was cold, his eyes looked at his hand Kunimitsu without war, and it was more like looking at something he didn’t like.

If Atobe Keigo hurt his hand Kunimitsu in order to win, then Atobe Keigo has nothing to say.

But now, he did not intentionally hurt Kunimitsu’s arm from start to finish. After discovering the other party’s injury, he asked the other party to admit defeat. Kunimitsu was still unwilling.

Oh, don’t blame him then.

Under the concerns of everyone in Seigaku, the match continued.

Atobe Keigo not only did not become fearful because of Kunimitsu’s injury, but on the contrary, the offensive was more successful, and the whole person broke out like a sailor who ate spinach.

From outside the arena, the voices of spectators came in, and everyone in Hyotei didn’t look very good.

Shishido Ryoh simply covered his face with a hat and didn’t look at it.

Otori Cyotaroh looked around, pursing his lips in silence.

Oshitari Yuushi pushed his eyes and let out a very ironic smile without saying a word.

Mukahi Gakuto glanced at the worried people on Seigaku’s side, and then retracted, not seeing it for nothing, because he talked a lot, he didn’t know what to say at this time.

Sakura Taro was as silent as Huaji, and even his expression synchronized with the expressionless Huaji. pill.