Irie's face was a little hot, Fujimine's words, when Matsuo had the advantage on his side, he said to Momojo who wanted to come forward to help, although there was no malice, but in that situation, the irony was really strong. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Unexpectedly, in less than 20 minutes, the plot took a big turn, a full 180 degrees. Every word that Fuji Feng retold his original words was like a slap on his face, and he felt painful.

yes, since you're preventing others from interfering in a fair duel, what are you doing here?

"Bang!"

Irie delayed this time, and Matsuo, who had exhausted his physical strength, was pumped to the door by Echizen's ball, and the crisp "click" sound spread throughout the audience, obviously the bridge of the nose on the face, and even the cheekbone was fractured.

Matsuo was knocked to the ground and slid backwards for a while, the sharp pain causing him to pass out directly.

"Good! Echizen, well done! Momojo shouted loudly behind him with a fist.

"What a fart! Hurry up...... Give me a hand...... "Echizen's physical strength is also very strong, no kind of tennis realm can ignore the physical injury, and the damage caused to him by Matsuo just now is not light, in addition to the excessive use of the selfless realm at the beginning, the physical strength is rapidly consumed, and the delirious Echizen even subconsciously began to imitate the tone of Fujimine's speech.

After Echizen said this, he lost consciousness and his body fell to the ground. The last bit of clarity in his mind turned out to be that the tone of this kid Xuetenfeng was really cool.

"Echizen!" The Qingxue people were shocked and hurriedly ran forward to help. But the distance was too far, and they had just moved two steps, and Echizen's body was almost touching the ground.

Fortunately, there were not only people from the tennis clubs of the two sides on this occasion, but also a group of bodyguards brought by Fuji Feng.

Fuji Feng brought this group of people with him at that time, originally because he remembered that in the original book, the people of Qingxue encountered a bear in this mountain. Although it was proved that it was a human pretend, a person with bad intentions can pose a greater threat than a bear.

Therefore, he made a fuss and brought with him more than two dozen extremely skilled bodyguards, and also carried a number of light and heavy weapons. But now it seems that his decision is very wise. If it's just one or two bodyguards, in this semi-fantasy world of tennis, it may not be able to live in Jiang Songduo.

"It's okay, it's just that I fainted." Echizen, who was supported by the bodyguard standing behind him in time, was moved to a stretcher, and Dr. Kojima just looked at it and said that the problem was not so serious.

And Matsuo, who also fainted on the other side, didn't have this good treatment. He was thrown to the foot of Irie by a bodyguard like a dead dog, looked at Irie, and said without a trace of emotion: "I have already called the emergency number, and your friend should be taken to the hospital in a while." ”

Irie looked at Matsuo, whose cheeks were already obviously sunken, and was a little speechless in his heart, are you so special that you have enough medical staff! What kind of ambulance did you leave people here like this, you must know that this is a deep mountain, and it takes nearly two hours for a regular ambulance to come in.

But Irie can't say anything, first, the underworld forces on Fujifeng's side are strong, so he dares to be angry and dare not speak; Second, Echizen's hard work is just to double the strength of the opponent, if it weren't for Matsuo's own ruthlessness, even if it was a double counterattack, it wouldn't have been like this.

"Okay, the matter is settled, let's go back." Fuji Feng clapped his hands lightly, turned around and was about to take people back.

"Wait a minute!"

"What? You're going to get this field back for him? Fuji Feng turned around and looked at Irie with a resolute expression on his face with a somewhat resolute expression similar to that of Tachibana Juping, and said in his heart that it would definitely not be a problem to get an Oscar little golden man for this product.

"No, Matsuo's matter, although I don't agree with your approach, in the final analysis, he did it himself. However, he deserves to be punished, but the Kakudo High School tennis club can't lose. ”

Irie's feelings are half-truthful, of course he doesn't care so much about Matsuo, and he also knows that Fujifeng is not comparable to his family background, and it is impossible to offend Fujifeng for a fool who doesn't listen to his call.

But he is really concerned about his school's tennis club, the reason why he did not go to the world with last year's U-17 team is because there is no official competition like the World Cup, and more importantly, after he entered the training ground, his school's tennis department does not have a decent successor, he can't rest assured.

A captain who does not hesitate to give up the opportunity to see the world for the sake of the school's tennis club, his sense of responsibility and self-esteem can be said to be no worse than Tezuka, and he certainly can't let a group of imps easily win the glory of winning over Kakudo High School.

"Okay, since it's already started, don't stop." The black and white light swirling around Fuji Feng's wrist had not yet subsided, and he simply stood in the tennis court with a racket and said, "Let's have a game too." ”

"Please advise." Irie is still the image of the beautiful son, the demeanor, the details of etiquette, and everything is impeccable. He bowed slightly towards Fuji Feng and said, "Irie Sota, a third year of high school, the head of the tennis department of Kakudo High School, I ......"

"Phew!"

"15 to 0!"

"Huh?" Irie Kantata looked at the tennis ball that exploded at his feet, with a look on Taylor's bewildered expression, what is the situation, why did you make a move?

"Too much nonsense, it's going to concede a goal!" Fuji Feng took care of him and went, for him, bowing his head before starting the fight, this was completely a chance to give the opponent a head-on punch, Irie Sota is proud of the European gentleman's etiquette, in Fuji Feng this is like a retard.

The murderous tennis ball is out, either someone else dies or Fuji Feng lives in the war, and there is still time to talk about this group of empty heads? Fujimine will only give etiquette to the enemy who has fallen at his feet...... Oh, he'll sneer even more at the enemies who fall at his feet, and then make up for a few more kicks.

"You...... It's not yet decided who will start first...... And I ......" Irie hated so much that he couldn't say anything, he swore to God, this time it was definitely not a performance, with his performance level, how could he not even memorize words incoherently.

"Because I don't have the quality!" Fuji Feng spread his hands and said: "My territory, of course, I serve first, and the referee is also my person, so of course I will score first, if I am not convinced, ......"

"Then you're going to me!"

"Boom!"

"30 to 0!"

Fuji Feng was slamming into Jiang's hatred, and when he wanted to reason with himself, he lightly hit a short serve, which happened to land under the net and scored again.

(To be continued.) )