Looking at the posture of Meijia in the city, everyone's eyes widened. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The posture is really the posture of the swing ball, but, having a posture does not necessarily mean that the other party can play, the swing ball requires a very large load on the arm muscles, and the boy's muscle strength burst can only be played between 83% ~ 95%, and the damage to the arm is great, Kawamura and Ishida both belong to the kind of power explosive players, and it is natural to be able to hit.

But can St. Rudolph's selection really be able to play such a powerful tennis game? Or is it just an empty shelf? Everyone is really quite skeptical, after all, women's strength is naturally less than that of men.

"Wave... Move..."Bencheng Meijia gritted her teeth and spoke in a low voice, in the shocked eyes of everyone, the muscles on her arms all rose, the short sleeves on her body bulged, her eyelids drooped slightly, reflecting the tennis ball that was flying closer and closer, her pupils condensed, and she waved her racket with a bang, "Ball!" ”

Airplanes~

The yellow-green ball shot towards Kitajima and Goto like a streamer, and the terrifying force rolled up a bitter wind to chase after the tail, and crossed the net, which tore and swayed violently, as if it was also trembling for the terrifying power.

The pupils shrank suddenly, Kitajima and Goto turned sideways together, and with a loud bang, the tennis ball crossed the side of the two and slammed into the ground, rubbing out a black ball mark, and then, slammed into the isolation net, and the students standing outside screamed and retreated a long way, and at the same time, only to hear a bang, the isolation net sank into a large piece, and the ball was still spinning on it, and black scratches gradually appeared on the yellow-green ball.

"Liar.... Lie! Katsuro Kato opened his mouth and looked at the still smoking tennis ball before he spoke slowly.

"Dry.... Dry," Kikumaru tugged at his sleeve, "That's... Is it really the power of a girl? ”

"No, it can't be." Momojo's eyes widened, as he used to assist Kawamura in practicing the fluctuating ball, he couldn't be more clear about the power load required for the fluctuating ball, "This is absolutely impossible, the power of the ball played by this city seems to be similar to that of Kawamura's predecessors, this is impossible." ”

"Hey, how powerful that girl is."

"Oh my God, you see the muscles in her arms, they look stronger than ours, how did she do it?"

"It turns out... Girls can also build muscles. ”

"Is that the coach of the fitness department in the city, look at that muscle, without a year or two of unremitting efforts, it is impossible to train it."

....

Tezuka's eyelids narrowed slightly, his serious gaze crossed his eyes, and there was a trace of worry on his expressionless face.

His eyelashes trembled, and Fuji's tight eyelids opened slightly, revealing a deep line of ice blue hidden in the snow, and closed again in an instant. Maybe he knew that Sakuraichi believed in them, and he believed Sakuraichi, so he didn't worry anymore and just watched quietly. Turning her head to look at Sakuraichi, sure enough, she was still so indifferent and confident.

Perhaps Fuji's gaze stayed on Sakuraichi for too long to ignore, Sakuraichi turned his head and met her gaze, a smile as elegant as the wind slowly bloomed on Fuji's delicate and beautiful face, as quiet and elegant as the cherry blossoms in April, his thin lips moved slightly, as if he was silently telling something, and when the breeze blew, the ends of his chestnut hair swayed in a subtle arc, in the invisible air, generated, and then quietly disappeared.....

Looking at the young man's thin lips, the corners of Sakura's mouth pulled stiffly, and the dark red pupils instantly narrowed dangerously, and the momentum around his body began to spread outward, mysterious and deep, treacherous and vast.

"Minister." Sensing Sakuraichi's mood change, Fujiwara twitched his eyelids and reminded in that still cold tone.

Hearing this, Sakuraichi retracted his gaze, and then looked at Yanagi and the others around him, all of them looked at him suspiciously and jealously, while Goto and Kitajima on the field came back from their stunned moments because of her sudden momentum, and looked at her with some doubts. So, Sakura narrowed her eyelids, suppressed the depression and anger in her heart, and all the domineering that leaked from the side was all restricted.

"I'm fine." Sakuraichi spoke indifferently, hearing her tone the same as usual, Yanagi and the others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, however, the minister's mood never fluctuated, and now not only did it appear, but it was so obvious, what the hell was going on?

"Huh? What happened to Sakuraichi? Kikumaru opened his deep royal blue pupils and said suspiciously, "It seems a little strange, Fuji, you know?" ”

"I guess I'm worried about Goto-san and Kitajima-san." Fuji withdrew his gaze and spoke casually. It's just that in that elegant smile, there is an inexplicable smile. It turned out that Sakuraichi had learned lip language, and it was not difficult to explain why she was angry, because she could fully understand what he had just said.

But.... Fuji frowned imperceptibly, Sakura was angry, what should I do? She is very difficult to coax, and her personality is a bit black, treacherous and arrogant, if you want to coax her, it is not possible to do without a little scheming, but the key is that he will definitely be rejected by her and will not be able to approach her in the next few days. Thinking about it, Fuji couldn't help but sigh, is this a suicide act of digging a pit and jumping by himself?

Fuji was torn in his heart, but now he was watching the game as seriously as everyone else.

"Well, how's it going?" Hirakawa Mari pointed at Goto and Kitajima on the opposite court with her racket, hooked the corners of her mouth, and said disdainfully, "This is a move prepared for the national competition, and you should really feel honored to use it on you now." ”

Goto and Kitajima were ready, this time with Goto in the first half and Kitajima in the second. Hearing Hirakawa Mari's words, the two of them sank their eyelids in unison. At this moment, Kitajima no longer had a shy smile on her face, replaced by a serious and serious expression, and the yellow-green balls bouncing back and forth between the ground and her hands. Then, with five fingers tightened, he grabbed the tennis ball, "National competition? I'm sorry to disappoint you. ”

Shout~

After that, the tennis ball was thrown out by Kitajima, and the right hand was raised to shoulder level, and his legs were slightly bent down to stabilize his body, and the orange pupils reflected the gradually widening tennis ball.

"Well, I almost forgot to tell you," just as everyone's attention was focused on Kitajima's body, Goto's easy-going and elegant voice slowly sounded, attracting everyone's attention, only to see the corners of Goto's mouth hooked up wickedly, "Kitajima but..."

Airplanes~

The sound of the racket cutting through the wind sounded slightly, and the sunlight reflected on Goto's left lens, which looked like a golden light, and the moment she lowered her head slightly, the golden light slipped from left to right on the lens, and at the same time, an elegant and evil voice slipped out of her mouth, "The man who is called ..... 'Iron Giant' by the minister." ”

Bang -

The batting sound rang out heavily.