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However, Kitajima's belligerent factor in his heart became stronger and stronger because of this, and he reached out to pick up the ball, walked back to the court, and said with a smile: "Edogawa-san is really strong, and it's really fun to fight with you." ”

"Uh-huh." Sakuraichi replied indifferently, looking beyond the brim of his hat to the brown-haired boy standing by the net, and said coldly, "Are you going to score?" ”

"Of course, hehe, my name is Kamio Akira, please advise. Also, in order to be a good referee, please say your names. ”

Kamio said with a smile, Ibu Fukaji also came to Kamio's side with a tennis bag on his back, his eyes directly locked on Sakuraichi's figure, and he was about to speak, when Kamio on the side immediately shouted: "Fukaji, don't speak," and then introduced Sakuraichi: "His name is Ibu Fukaji, don't talk to him." ”

"That's, that's, my name is Yuki Kitajima, please, please advise." Yuki Kitajima introduced himself while bowing ninety degrees.

Kitajima introduced himself, and Fukaji Ibu and Akira Kamio looked at Sakuraichi in unison.

Sakuraichi retracted his gaze, turned around and walked to the bottom line, still speaking in an indifferent voice: "Edogawa Sakuraichi." ”

"Now, the game continues, Edogawa VS Kitajima, Kitajima serves." Kamio raised his hand and shouted loudly, then lowered his hand, looking at the two people in the field with bright eyes.

Boom!

It was another return ball that couldn't see the path clearly, and Sakuraichi easily hit the North Island balls back one by one.

“1－0，change，ground！”

Kamio judged and looked at Kitajima Yuki, his thin eyebrows frowned slightly. This Kitajima has a lot of strength but no skills, and the serving posture is not very accurate, and the running position is also the most basic, so he looks like a beginner. But the Edogawa ...

Turning his head to look at Sakuraichi who was holding the ball, Kamio's eyebrows furrowed a little deeper, he couldn't see her depth at all, although it was just a return ball, but the speed, power, and accuracy of the ball were quite well grasped, every ball was the same, no more than a penny, no less, it was perfect, such a precise control of the ball, it was really terrible.

"Do you want to continue?" Sakura looked at Kitajima, who was already panting on the other side, and asked indifferently.

Kitajima clenched the racket in his hands with both hands, a happy smile on his face, and said without hesitation: "Go on!" ”

"Oh? Not bad. Sakuraichi said indifferently, holding the ball in his left hand and throwing it up, leaning back a little, taking a step back with his right foot, but the racket was against the ground.

Kamio's eyes widened, "Hey, Fukaji, what's that posture?" ”

Boom!

Without waiting for Fukaji to answer, the sound of hitting the ball sounded instantly, unlike Kitajima's serve, the sound of this ball was very strange to everyone's ears, unlike the ones they had heard, but this did not prevent them from watching the game.

The yellow-green ball rotated in a large arc, like a ladder, spinning and flying to the opposite Beijima, the pupils tightened, Beijima's body deviated slightly, raised the racket to see the ball and was ready to play, but the ball actually drew a big circle around her racket and left.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, and the yellow-green ball smashed to the ground and still spun and spun, making a rustling sound, and the dust around it fluttered up, but there was no sign of bouncing.

"This ・・・・・・," Kamio's eyes widened, "what kind of serve is this?" ”

Ibu Fukaji's unchanged face stiffened slightly, and his eyes were solemn as he looked at Sakuraichi.

Sakuraichi still maintained the posture of swinging out, and coldly spat out a few words in his mouth: "Rotate... ”

"Hey, do you see?"

"It's so strong!"

"What kind of serve is that?"

"I don't know, I've never seen it before, and the sound of hitting the ball is a little weird."

"Well, it seems like yes."

"Ten... 15-0." It took Shenwei a long time to speak, and the soda can in his hand had been slightly deformed by him.

As the game progressed, more and more people watched the game, and the lights on the court were turned on at six o'clock, illuminating the tennis court as bright as day.

"Grandma, where are you going?" Ryuzaki Sakurano saw Ryuzaki Sumire walking towards a crowded place, and couldn't help shouting loudly, and at the same time followed.

Sumire Ryuzaki stopped and waited for her to catch up, and said with a smile: "It's rare that today is Friday, and tomorrow there is no class, so let's go shopping on the street tennis court and see other people's games are not bad." ”

"But, Grandma..."

"Ahh Ryuzaki Sumire ignored Ryuzaki Sakurano's objections, walked to the sidelines and looked at the two who were playing, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a shallow smile, "You played well." ”

"Kitajima, as long as you get a ball back, today's training will be over." Sakuraichi spoke indifferently. Slowing down the ball by almost half, Kitajima still didn't get a ball back.

Her strength has indeed increased, but her speed and judgment have not changed at all, Sakuraichi pressed down and pressed down to fight with her, and the game was almost over, no matter how fast or slow the ball was, Kitajima couldn't keep up at all, which made Sakuraichi feel very aggrieved.

However, Rome was not built in a day, so let's take our time.

Thinking about it, Sakuraichi raised his hand again, slowed down, and hit a return ball that couldn't see the way of the ball before.

Syllable!

The sound of the racket touching the ball sounded, Sakura's pupils tightened, and Kitajima intercepted the ball with both hands, and with a bang, the ball fell into her court.

Coach Ryuzaki was stunned, and then the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "Ahh However, the short-haired little guy doesn't seem to be bad. ”

"Back ・・・・・ fight back!"

"No, it won't."

"Really hit back?"

Looking at the tired figure on the other side of the court, Sakuraichi's condensed face softened, and finally fought back, and it seemed that there was still room for improvement.

"At the end of the first game, Game, won, by Edogawa, 6-0." The voice of the god tail resounded throughout the audience, and suddenly the people around them began to talk in a nutshell, and the topic was all about the little guy with the hat.

Under the surprised gaze of everyone, Sakuraichi walked to the side of the net and looked at Kitajima, who was sitting on the ground panting and burying his head on the opposite side.

As if sensing Sakuraichi's gaze fall on him, Kitajima gasped and said, "Yes, I'm sorry, Edogawa-san, I let you, I disappointed you..."

Hearing this, Sakura pressed the brim of his hat, turned his back to her, and said indifferently: "Good job." Then he walked to the bench next to the court.

Hearing Sakuraichi's words, Kitajima's buried head lifted slightly, and a big smile bloomed on his face, shining brightly in the light.

"Hey, Edogawa-san," saw Sakuraichi walk to the bench, Kamio trotted over, and was about to speak, but Sakuraichi looked left and right, so he asked, "Eh... What are you looking for?" ”

"Vending machines."

"Are you in the mood for a drink? Drink this can of mine, I haven't opened it. Kamio opened his mouth and smiled as he handed Sakuraichi the somewhat deformed Coke in his hand.

"Uh, thank you, that ・・・・・"

"Ah, do you want to give it to that girl over there?" Seeing that Sakuraichi's hat brim was biased towards the court, Kamio knew what she wanted to say, and immediately snatched the bottle from the hand of his companion Fukaji and took it to Kitajima in the field, and ran back in a hurry.

"To re-introduce, my name is Akira Kamio, and I am 12 years old when I study in Group B of the first year of Fudomine. Hee-hee..."

Seeing his eyes sparkling at himself, Sakura's eyelids narrowed slightly, and then at the tennis bag he was carrying, Sakuraichi understood the reason for his dedication.

So, he put the Coke in his hand on the flower bed, lifted the racket on the bench and walked to the court, and said coldly: "I will not show mercy." ”

"Yo Si! Neither will I. Seeing this, Kamio excitedly put down his tennis bag, took out a black racket from it, and walked up.

"Hey, that little imp is in again."

"What? Is there another competition? ”

"Looks like so."

"Is that little ghost's physical strength good?"

"The person who challenged should not be too weak."

"Just read on."

"Oh yes, is it going to start again?"

On the court, Yuki Kitajima's physical strength had almost recovered, so he took his racket and walked to the sidelines to prepare to be a referee, looked at Sakuraichi with some concern, and under her nod, Yuki Kitajima took a deep breath and raised a hand, "Edogawa VS Akira Kamio, one game is decided, Kamio serves." ”

Looking at Sakuraichi who was bowing down and preparing the receiving posture opposite, Kamio's face was full of excitement, and the game with the strong couldn't be begged for, so now he was very excited, and the hand holding the racket tightened, slapped the ball on the ground a few times with his left hand, and then threw it up, raising the racket with his right hand.