"That's it for the event. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Fujimine looked at the ball that rolled to his feet, and didn't care at all, bent down and used his racket to flick the ball out of the court, ready to serve the next shot.

Preparing for the event?

Prepare Nima! Yanagi Renji, Tachibana Tachibana, Fuji Shusuke, Echizen Ryoma, Saeki Torajiro, including all the self-identified or recognized strong people on the field, consciously can see that the masters of this kind of high-level confrontation are all hot on their faces, these two stinky shameless ones, hello, I'm good, everyone's okay?

Their discussion is hot, and they are about to go to heaven, and by the way, they also held their own hands, waiting for the two of them to recognize their analysis, everyone pretended to be a wave together, so what's so bad? As the saying goes, everyone eats when there is food, and everyone is forced to pretend, this is the roar. However, Fuji Feng's backhand was a big mouth, and the group of strong people present hurt their faces.

Said that he was about to reach the top, and he was kicked down by Fujimine and Sanada, two animals, and you fell before I could use my strength?

Can you play a card according to the routine?

"It seems like you've taken too long to prepare, and I thought you really had that all you had." Sanada also put on a stance, stood indifferently, and said casually: "Come on, Ryosuke Fujimine, you only have this chance to challenge Lihai." When our captain Yukimura returns from the national competition, you will definitely not have any chance. ”

"You seem to have forgotten that our captain isn't here." It's boring for everyone to fight if the captain is not there, and of course Fuji Feng's routine is deeper, "But it doesn't matter if you're not there, I can not only beat you today, but I can still beat Yukimura in the national competition in the future." Captain or something, it's just a signboard, without his hand butcher, do we have to eat your hairy pig Lihai raw? ”

As soon as Teng Feng said this, all the people in Qingxue began to pack their luggage and prepare to go back. It doesn't matter if you win or lose, just because this stinky rascal is so humiliating! Originally, if there was any guy who was too embarrassed, everyone would definitely pretend not to know him, but the problem was that Fuji Feng was too capable of doing things, but now he represented the entire Qingxue by himself, and it didn't matter if the others were not there.

Think about it, except for Fuji Feng, who can bring out the temperament of this team? There is no way, I can't kick it out, and I don't want to lose face, so I have to pack up my things and go back, so let's make a fool of myself here.

Even if you want to pretend to be *forced, can you please say the captain's name correctly!

"Cut, is King Ben the one who cares about this kind of detail?" Fuji Feng touched his nose and stood tall against the wind, the corners of his sweatshirt swayed gently with the wind, looking like a human dog, with a bit of a master's temperament. And Sanada, on the other side, also stood like this, like a mountain peak, standing in place, as if it was the city wall of Lihai that was absolutely impossible to surpass.

The two stood for almost half an hour.

"Go to Nima, you can't fight or not!" Directly started scolding the street outside the court, is this still called a tennis game? You guys live longer than anyone else, right?

"Referee, I report that these two people are not serious about the game and are trying to bring a biased painting style!"

"They have long been biased, and I thought I was pretending to be the referee of the conference." The referee covered his face in pain.

"Two classmates, please hurry up and start!" The game always doesn't start, and it doesn't work, and the referee muttered for a moment, finally breaking the confrontation between the two.

"Alright then, I'm here. Drink! Without warning, Fujimine let out a loud shout that he had never seen before, threw the ball high, and jumped up like this, and hit the serve with a killing shot. He is full of explosive strength, and the serving speed of this ball is not inferior to that of Feng Chotaro, who has specialized in practicing heavy artillery serves, and the tachymeter outside the court clearly says 192 kilometers per hour.

"Bang!"

The heavy, high-speed serve slammed into the ground on the opposite side, bringing up dust all over the court, which was as high as the roof of a four-story gymnasium. Everyone in the audience, one counts as one, even the five hundred extras who don't understand tennis, they are all dumbfounded.

Everyone knows Fuji Feng's narcolepsy, and at the beginning, he couldn't even hold on for twenty minutes on the court. Although his concentration has improved later, the maximum waking time has been extended to about forty minutes, and occasionally he can support some intense movements.

But this is Sanada, the emperor, this kind of battle between the strong is destined to be a protracted war, how dare he squander his physical strength like this?

Surprised, but Fujimine's serve was really effective. Sanada's high-speed and heavy serve, which had never erupted before, made Sanada barely recover, and until the end, his hand only moved slightly, and by that time Fujimine's serve had already jumped off the court. This goal turned out to be a direct ACE score! And it's not about any skills and tricks, it's about hitting ace balls with real strength and speed!

"Ten...... Fifteen to fifteen! "Probably used to Teng Feng's unreliable appearance, seeing such a violent serve, even the referee hesitated for a long time, to make sure that no one came on the court to play this serve for Teng Feng, and then the score was announced.

"Wow!" The whole audience blew up at that time, who has ever seen such a vine peak? Who said Fujimine would only defend and counterattack? If you come out, Lao Tzu promises not to kill you. The cheerleaders directly came up with a hidden means and launched a 16-round salute, almost blowing up the stadium on the spot.

"Hey." Fuji Feng chuckled, his movements did not stop at all, it seemed that in the face of such a big scene, he had completely lost the interest of pretending to be *forced, his arms were raised, and he hit another powerful serve.

"Boom!" Sanada wasn't joking, although the unexpected Fujimine shocked him for a while, but with a serve of less than 200 kilometers per hour, it was impossible to score every ball under him. Seeing Sanada holding the shot with both hands, he used all his strength to hit Fujimine's serve back. The sound of the stirring was deafening throughout the stadium.

"Let's go!" Although Fuji Feng entered the all-out attack mode for the first time, he was not unfamiliar at all, and he had been waiting in front of the net for a long time, and a short ball was sent, and he scored at that time.

"Phew!"

"Phew!"

Fuji Feng seems to have completely given up the Tai Chi style of play, intending to attack the whole court to the end. Continued to attack in full swing and scored two more points in an instant. When everyone came back to their senses, the referee's voice of reporting the score had already sounded: "This game is scored by Fuji Feng, and the score is 1 to 0!" ”

"It's not fun to fight like this." Sanada squinted his eyes at Fuji Feng and said lightly: "The strength is almost the same, so it won't be fruitful." ”

(To be continued.) )