The corners of Tipsarevic's mouth trembled slightly. He calmed down, pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, and smiled slightly: "What's the matter!" Can you deal with both of us? "That's right, even if you see through it. Now it's a two-on-one, and unless it's a three-turn player, it's impossible to win one-two. Besides, even a third-turn player may not be able to do it!

Irie glanced to the right, the trace of losing consciousness. Sighing slightly, this time I can't do it without helping. His slightly squinted eyes widened, and the referee and the caddies around him suddenly shivered, and when he saw Irie, he smiled and said, "If you don't try, how do you know?" ”

He's going to hit two!

Coastside. Tracebe was naked, put down the racket in his hand, and calmly looked at his old friend who he hadn't seen for a long time. The salty sea breeze slapped against his face, wetting his pants with the ensuing waves.

The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he pulled a smile: "Long time no see!" Leo. Christopod. Kent! ”

The blond-haired young man smiled. He is the same height as the trace, and the face shape is also somewhat similar, and at first glance, I thought he was a distant cousin of the trace. On his body, he exudes a faint aristocratic atmosphere.

Traces sighed in their hearts.

I remember vividly when I was a child, in an aristocratic elementary school in the southeast of England. Because of his skin color, the noble young masters didn't like him. He didn't have a single friend.

Racial discrimination is very serious in the UK, but it is also very common!

Until he saw Birch being bullied by them, he was angry and beat up a few children, however, the other party's family background is also very prominent, plus the xenophobic heart of the British. In desperation, he transferred to Japan. (Personal brain supplement, please do not delve into it!) ）

Kent also met at that time. It was his only friend in the aristocratic private elementary school except for the birch field!

Seeing the appearance of the trace, Kent smiled extraordinarily brightly. He took a surprising step forward and punched the trace in the chest. The trace didn't dodge either, and let the fist hit right.

Retracting his fist, Kent showed a strange smile: "Jingwu! I've seen your performance in the warm-up! ”

His face was calm, and there was no surprise.

It is not surprising that, with the momentum of Germany, almost all the teams that did not play at that time saw the match between Japan and Germany. His miserable appearance has also been seen by countless people.

But he wasn't discouraged by the mention of defeat. On the contrary, there was an inexplicable look in his eyes, and he gently turned his hair back with one hand, and his eyes became sharp:

"You know, Kent! Failure is the only way to see the shortcomings! ”

"I'm ready to come to my senses!"

Bang!

Not far away, a large wave crashed against the reef, and another layer of calcareous surface fell off. However, the reef has also become stronger and more solid overall!

Suddenly, Kent moved his body and said with a smile: "It's been so long, let's fight!" ”

He didn't speak, his face was very calm. At this moment, countless thoughts turned in his heart. After a long time, he asked suspiciously, "You are here to compete with me?" ”

At this critical time, he did not want to be disturbed by outsiders, especially those with other agendas. Even if this man was his only friend!

Kent smiled helplessly, turned around, and pointed not far away. On the opposite side, the two British team members who were watching from a distance kept retreating and gradually disappeared from their sight. Looking at the trace, he chuckled and said:

"Actually, I want to ask you to join the British team!"

"Join you? Well, the joke is a bit cold! ”

Tracebe replied lightly, but Kent could feel his determination.

He knows the trace department too well, this is a guy with strong self-esteem, after beating those boys, the other party's parents asked him to apologize, but he didn't agree. Kent still remembers the strong anger on his face when he walked out.

Not to mention Britain, even the king Germany will not invite him to go. However, it is precisely because of this that Kent came to the Ministry of Traces.

"One yard to one yard! The game still has to be fought. I'd like to know how much you've improved over the years! ”

Seeing the other party's clear eyes, the trace nodded. Looking back, he recruited the butler Mitchell and told him to make a temporary tennis court by the sea.

As the future heir of the family, even in Australia, there are many servants around him. Especially when he had an accident when he went out before, his father was furious and was ready to take him back to Japan by force. But how could the trace department leave, and under the negotiation of the two sides, they had to take a step back. The trace department will not return to Japan, but someone must protect it.

There are thirty-two people in the group, all of whom are disciples of the first hall of contemporary Japanese kendo and the Shingen school. It is comparable to the bodyguard of the Japanese Prime Minister. However, these are the same people who are helping to build the stadium at the moment

The course was built quickly. The two stood on the pitch, surrounded not by caddies, but by security personnel from both sides. A blonde man in a black suit and sunglasses, all of whom are powerful and powerful, are the bodyguards of the Kent family.

Glancing at each other, Kent smiled, "I should be a guest!" In that case, you're welcome! ”

He didn't answer, but his eyes became serious. He still remembers when he was a kid when the two of them competed, and he always lost more than he won. Now, as a member of the British team, he is also very curious about what level the other party has reached.

There is no referee and no referee is required.

I saw Kent smiling, suddenly throwing the ball up, and waving the racket gracefully. However, everything is only a blink of an eye, he moves quickly, and his arms also store explosive power.

The racket, violently colliding with the tennis ball.

Bang!!!

"Bang !!"

A tennis ball flew past Ivanov, and a strong wind seemed to overturn him. It was not easy for him to stabilize his figure, but his face was unstoppably horrified.

Facing a player in a different dimension, the pressure is desperate!

“game！ The Japanese team entered the river, and the trace department! 2:1.”

The surroundings are extremely quiet, and he is a strong man in another dimension. The Japanese team, once again, makes people feel its horror. And what's even more puzzling is that since he has such strength, why is this person called 'Irijiang' so embarrassed in the warm-up game?

Many people looked at the young man who was supporting him with his subconscious not far from the river. Drops of sweat dripped down the bridge of his nose, and his face struggled, as if he was in a nightmare.

Tipsarevic's face was very ugly, two to one, and even the other party had the upper hand. Although the other party is a different dimension and two turns, and the attributes are particularly special. But, this is not a reason for them to be suppressed!

He still has the strength to fight against the river. However, Ivanov's guy became the weakness of this combination because of the suppression of that force. Thinking of this, he looked at the unconscious traces.

"Ivan!"

He patted Ivanov on the shoulder and winked at him.

The other party smiled knowingly. There was a hint of hideousness on his fierce face, and he looked at the traces as if he were looking at a lamb to the slaughter. That round-faced glasses high school student, to him was the legendary second-turn player, but now

"I want you to be exhausted!!"

With a wild roar, Ivanov threw the ball up and jumped high, looking as strong as a black bear, but with the jumping power of a monkey. The muscles of the arm suddenly swelled, and he held the racket and slapped it hard.

"Boom !!"

The target of an explosive blow turned out to be the Trace of Lost Consciousness. Outside the court, the old butler Mitchell's eyes flashed with a fierce color, and he remembered the appearance of this European deeply. forcibly endured and did not stop the game, his body trembled slightly, his hands were clenched tightly, and his knuckles were pinched white!

"Bastard! This scumbag! Sanada lost his usual composure and looked at Ivanov angrily.

The hearts of the Japanese players were pinched. Under the long bangs of Yuezhi moonlight, a pair of eyes showed cold light. Although he lost to the trace department, the other party is also his junior, and there is nothing to be surpassed. However, Serbia has gone too far in doing so, it has nothing to do with winning or losing, the other side is purely trying to hurt the young man.

Even the audience outside the stadium frowned. It's true that tennis is a competition, and there is no clear rule that you can't play black, but it's too much to shoot in front of so many people, right? After all, it's still the World Cup!

"Hey! This guy has a good calculation! ”

Torres's eyes were grim under the brim of his white hat, and he sneered at Tipsarevic, who had studied this guy. This person's reputation in Serbia is not good, but he has grown from an ordinary player to a national team player step by step. It's just because he is very careful and never gives others a place to grab his handle.

Whew~

The tennis ball cuts against the air, and a sharp whistling sound sounds. The next moment, it's going to hit in front of the trace!

"Huh"

At this moment, a black shadow appeared in front of the trace, and with a stroke of the racket, the terrifying ball was shot back. It's Irie, and it's impossible for him to watch the traces being attacked in front of his eyes.

It was precisely this that Tipsarevich calculated, and let Ivanov attack the trace. His tennis credo is that he can ignore everything as long as he can win.

However, he missed one thing.

There is a person who cares a lot about being teased by others, and a lot about being interrupted during a performance. Especially, when you are performing with your heart. "Whew"

Irie raised his head, and the lens reflected a cold light.

"Click"

The cup in Tokugawa's hand was suddenly squeezed and deformed. But he ignored the strange eyes around him and stared at Irie on the field. The second time, he saw Irie's expression for the second time.

The last time was when he woke up to an inexplicable move. was taken over by Irie, and at that time, it was this breath.

"Oh?" Shiraishi also came to the spirit. If you want to say that in this team, Irie must be one of the most hidden. So far, he's been playing a game.

In the crowd, Taneshima's eyes flashed with a strange color

"Bang!"

The tennis ball hits the sand and glides out in a weird way. The trace on the side froze, looking at the extremely familiar face opposite. And he seemed to have been immobilized, and he didn't react at all.

"How! The kingdom of the trace + towards the frustrated escape song, the effect is very good! A wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he brushed his hair and looked condescendingly at the other track.

Trace's eyes were heavy.

"World in the Mirror!!"

"Is this your alternate dimension, Kent!"