Whew――

As the words fell, a breeze blew up on the ground, gently blowing across the court, blowing away the green smoke on the separation net, and dissipating into the air with Kitajima's confident and arrogant voice, illusory and ethereal, but knocking on everyone's hearts. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Quiet!

Eerie silence!

Everyone froze in place, their lips slightly open, and an incredible look permeated their eyes. It's a joke!

Hirakawa Mari stared at the two people standing on the opposite court with wide eyes, and her pupils couldn't help but tremble, Qingxue, so strong....

Tightening the tennis racket in her hand, Tomomei Akabori frowned, and a bad premonition gradually permeated her heart.

Beep――

The referee sounded, then lowered the whistle and said loudly: "Game Qingxue, 15-0." ”

Rumble!!

The referee's words instantly brought all the shocked people back to their senses, and soon the sound of Suosuo's discussion rang out.

"Hey, kidding."

"Oh my God, who the hell is that girl? It's so fast. ”

"yes, I didn't even see her swing the racket."

"Hey, didn't you say that Qingxue is very bad?"

"Bad? You've thought too much.,Qingxue's women's online network was updated last semester.,Oh,That's their minister.,Edogawa Sakuraichi.。 ”

"Huh? It's a small bean.. Hmm..."

"You be quiet, looking for death, dare to say that their minister is Douding, if they hear it, it will be troublesome."

"Ahh

"Kitajima-senpai, so handsome—"

"Qingxue-Qingxue-"

"Ahh ”

Hearing his words, the corners of Qian's mouth twitched, the pen in his hand resumed its movement, and his mouth slowly spoke: "Beidao's strength value is preliminarily determined to be able to explode 84%~90%, which is 4~6 times that of other girls, but this is only a conservative estimate." Judging from the speed of the ball just now, the speed reached 190~200km/h, which was only 0.15 seconds slower than the Ice Emperor Ho Chotaro's new ball (new moment serve, ball speed: 200~225km/h). But...."

Qian's eyes fell on Beidao, and his eyebrows frowned slightly, Beidao is a girl, how can the speed be so fast? If it is trained, it is not impossible, but the premise of this 'possibility' must be formal systematic training, have they really participated in formal systematic training? But as far as he knew, in Japan, orthodox systematic training was only for U-17s. But they never played in the U-17s, he was sure.

So, how are they trained? Thinking about it, I involuntarily turned my head to look at Sakuraichi who was sitting on the bench, and the essence of light flashed on the lenses, SA, Edogawa-san, I'm really getting more and more curious about how you train.

"Hey~" Echizen hooked the corners of his mouth, the amber cat pupil looked at the people on the court, and slowly spoke in a habitually provocative tone, "Not bad." ”

"Kitajima-san's speed is so fast, I didn't see it before, or have they been hiding their strength all along?" Momojo pursed the corners of his lips and shook his index finger, "It's so immoral, it's not okay." ”

Tezuka narrowed his eyelids, and the figure of Sakuraichi was reflected on the lenses with a faint golden light, and the cold and hard lines on his face warmed slightly, the team led by this person.... Sure enough, it's strong.

The imperceptible change in Tezuka's demeanor was in full view, the smile on Fuji's face was still as elegant as the wind, and the chestnut hair was hanging quietly, not floating, nor moving, quiet and elegant, the same as before, but the hands wrapped around his chest involuntarily tightened a little, and his fingertips were also slightly white.

"Hehe, I really can't see it." Yamato Yudai's eyes looked back and forth between Tezuka and Fuji without a trace, and then fell on the ball game where you came and went in the field, and the words he said were a little intriguing, paused, and said: "Our school's women's tennis can still have such strength." ”

"Ahh Tezuka habitually agreed, but there was a faint arc at the corner of his mouth.

Fuji's heart is tight, as delicate as him, and it is easy to notice the changes in Tezuka, not to mention the classmates who have been classmates for so many years. It's just that he is not sure about Tezuka's thoughts, after all, Tezuka and Sakuraichi are only staying in communication, and the time is only six months, and he has also entered Sakurachi's life in those six months, and he has not found anything special about Sakuraichi's pair of mokasas.

However, according to Sakuraichi's indifferent and resolute character, I'm afraid I won't notice Tezuka's thoughts. Thinking of this, Fuji's nervous heart gradually relaxed, and the smile on his face was still soft and elegant, and it had not changed because of the change in mood.

Yamato Yu narrowed his eyelids, retracted his imperceptible gaze, and then looked at Sakuraichi sitting on the edge of the court, and the corners of his mouth habitually hooked a faint smile, it turned out to be this girl.

"Well, there are two young learners." On the platform outside the stadium, Maki Asano squinted at Yuki Kitajima inside the stadium and spoke pointedly.

"Well, the strength and speed of that Beidao are first-class, it seems that this year's Qingxue is a strong opponent."

"Oh? So that's it? It's not like your style. ”

"Don't forget, the guy named Goto hasn't made a move yet, and...."Junko Asahina narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze falling on the edge of the court, "Neither their minister nor deputy minister will play." ”

"Really?" Maki Asano followed her line of sight, and on the bench there, it was Sakuraichi, who was dressed in blue and white, and his eyebrows couldn't help frowning.

Feeling the gaze gathered on him from all directions, Sakura narrowed his eyelids, and didn't say anything, his dark red pupils still looked at the court without blinking, the first match is very important for the budding Qingxue of women's tennis, although Goto and Kitajima's strength will definitely be able to win, but there are no absolutes, and it will not be good if something happens halfway.

"Game, won, by Qingxue, 1-0, second game, Qingxue serves."

"Hey, that's so fast, it's only been three minutes to win a game. And that Kitajima played all the ordinary flat shots, and he didn't come up with any tricks. ”

"yes, at this rate, it's not impossible to win this game in 20 minutes."

"It's a shame that St. Rudolph actually lost his serve."

"If you lose the serve, won't the next catch be even more troublesome?"

"Hey~ Jingsang, you still said that there is nothing to see in women's tennis, I think Qingxue is good."

"Uh... It seems like yes. ”

"It's worthy of the predecessors of Kitajima, and he actually won the catch game alone."

"The serve should be Goto-senpai's serve, ah, great, you can see her Sakura serve again. Goto-senpai, come on-"

"Sakura serve?" Hirakawa Mari glanced at the leisurely Goto on the other side, couldn't help frowning deeply, turned her head to look at Mika Motojo, who had been transferred to the backcourt, and seemed to have made a decision: "Mika, use that." ”

"That?" Meijia Bencheng was stunned, and seeing her solemn expression, she finally nodded, "I understand." ”

"Well, what a boring game." Goto took the tennis ball, hit the ground one by one, and then threw the ball into the air and hit it with a thud.

"Huh? Just a normal serve? Kikumaru frowned, and said with some resentment, "Ah, this can be like this, people really want to see Risha's cherry blossom meow~"

"Ah, that pose!!" Just when everyone was still depressed about Goto's serve, Horio's voice suddenly rang out, with a bit of shock and disbelief.

Attracted by his voice, the crowd followed his gaze to St. Rudolph's side, and in an instant, their pupils tightened and their breathing stagnant.

"Volatility...... Ball?! Looking at Mika Honjo's posture, Takashi Kawamura muttered.