Chapter 17: Perfect Demonization

"It's impossible, with this guy's five measurements, he can't hit this kind of ball at all!" Matsudaira gritted his teeth, trying to see through Kirihara on the other side.

Behind him, Du Ren shook his somewhat sore arm, and looked at Kirihara in the same surprise. Before the game, he rearranged the information of the opposing team, and in the latest information, Kirihara's level is only the Kanto level, and even if he loses his mind, he can only barely reach the national level. Skipping Kirihara, Toshinobi's gaze shifted to the man who made him extremely jealous, and he didn't know what he had taught this Kai Leader in the past week.

However, Ren Ren immediately calmed down, the top priority is to stabilize the love of this kid Matsudaira first, this guy, I'm afraid he has forgotten all the plans, right?

"Kiss, calm down, don't forget our plan!" All forbearance said in a deep voice.

Matsudaira's body shook, and he turned back to thank Tsushinobi. "That's right, no matter how strong that person is, he can't make this kid change in a week. Besides, he has a fatal heel! ”

"Hey, the rooster head on the other side, do you still want to fight?" A mocking voice rang out.

Matsudaira's anger swelled up, and he turned his head to glare at Kirihara, and when he saw the other party's playful smile, he took a deep breath and forced his anger down. "Be proud, you'll cry later!"

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Kirihara also felt bored. Immediately, another tennis ball was hit, and this ball was also full of might!

Looking at the tennis ball that crossed in front of him, Matsudaira sighed, unpretentious.

"Whoosh~"

The ball slashed through the air and landed on Tsunobi's side. Sliding steps, sideways, waist twisting, swinging, no superfluous movements, all endure the calm and terrible on their faces.

"Bang!"

The ball hit the racket, and this time, Du Ren was prepared, and he slammed it hard with one hand, and the ball was vigorously hit back by him. It's not a crack, it's just a normal play, and on Du Ren's face, there is no trace of demonstration, and he is still so calm!

"It's a bit of a skill, but that's all!"

On the other side, Shiraishi was standing at the point where the ball landed. The racket is gently pulled and the shot of the tonobu is returned.

"Bang~"

“30:0.”

"Goo" Matsuhei swallowed his saliva, the movement of the swing froze, his eyes fluttered, and he looked at the marks on the ground in disbelief; There was a hint of trepidation in his flickering eyes.

Outside the court, the high school students were also silent. Although it was just a casual return shot, it made them feel a lot of pressure, not to mention the two people on the court. That person, just standing there, won half the battle!

"Hey, hey!!" Kirihara smiled, taking in everyone's reactions.

"Hah!"

Serving again, Kirihara struck a few points faster, and the trajectory of the ball became unfathomable. It seems that he didn't use all his strength just now.

Looking at Matsudaira, who seemed to be stunned in front of him, he couldn't help frowning and ran towards the tennis ball quickly. The next moment, he swung his racket and swung it out violently under the incredible gaze of the people.

"Bang~"

The ball shot in front of the wind.

"Crazy, crazy, what does this guy want to do??"

"Get out of the way, damn it, is this the doubles on Court Three?"

Outside the court, Kikumaru, who was watching the game quietly, suddenly shouted, dancing and gesturing.

Listening to his words, Matsudaira, who was standing in front of the net, was startled, but the speed of the ball was too fast, and he didn't have time to react at all.

"Bang~!"

This ball is in the heart of Matsudaira. Under the pain, Matsudaira's body was unbalanced and staggered forward.

“40:0.”

"Hey, you little old man, you would actually attack your companions? It really makes me look down on you! After the initial consternation, Kirihara reacted, looked at it with disdain, and his tone was cold.

Ignoring him, he calmly looked at Matsudaira who fell to the ground. The high school students were silent, and no one stood up to speak, not even Suzuki and Tsugeo, who were also on the same team as doubles, and there was no complaint.

Because, this is the U-17!

"Ahem, ahem"

Getting up from the ground, Matsudaira turned his head and bowed deeply to Tsushinobi: "Thank you!" ”

Ren Ren nodded, looked at Kirihara expressionlessly, and turned away.

"Abominable"

Looking at the two opposite, for some reason, Kirihara always felt a little awkward. He's not stupid, how could he not see that the ball just now woke up Matsudaira, but subjectively he didn't agree with that approach.

However, it has nothing to do with him, and he is full of confidence in this game.

"Look, I'll crush you!"

Start, serve.

"Whoosh~"

This time, Matsuhei moved, and his feet moved slightly, blocking all those who received the ball in the backcourt. This way, the opponent will not be able to see the direction of the shot, and they will be able to plan.

In the backcourt, they all watched the trajectory of the ball and secretly calculated the angle of attack in their hearts. Tilt your body sideways and hit the ball.

On the other side, Kirihara looked at the 'rooster head' in front of him, and when he saw the other party looking at him with a smile, he couldn't help but be a little annoyed, "I just said a word for you, but I didn't say a word of thanks."

At this moment, Shiraishi in the backfield suddenly said loudly, "Be careful! ”

"Whoosh~"

At the same time, Matsudaira in front of Kirihara suddenly lowered his head, and with it, a tennis ball shot at all! One qiē was too sudden, and the speed of the ball made Kirihara unable to think, and his body instinctively deflected Kirihara's head.

"Huh!"

A vague shadow flashed in front of Kirihara's eyes, and the tip of his nose was painfully blown by the strong wind, and a trace of annoyance flashed in Kirihara's eyes.

“out！ game, Shiraishi, Kirihara, 1:0. Swap venues! ”

Or because the force was too great, the ball flew out of the field.

"Ahh Haitou mushroom, you're so lucky," Matsudaira said with regret, his face full of chagrin. "It's a pity, I almost hit, I put up with this guy, why didn't you miss when you hit me just now?"

Matsudaira didn't know that a trace of solemnity flashed on the face of the person behind him, and unnaturally, he shook his right hand that was a little sore. "It's this weird power again, this kid"

"You guy!" Kirihara glared at Tsushinobu in the backcourt, "Are you playing ball or hitting people?" ”

When Kirihara said this, the corner of Tachibana's mouth twitched as if he were looking at him as if he were an alien. The junior high school students also feel a little strange, why haven't I seen each other for a few days, and Kirihara seems to have changed as a person?

Only Kirihara didn't feel strange, and looked at the opposite side with hatred

After exchanging courts, Tsunobu nodded to Matsudaira who served and motioned for him to start.

Holding the tennis ball, Matsudaira seemed to be a different person, and the confident look in his eyes regained fù. On the bottom line, he suddenly squats down, then bounces up again, doing weird movements.

"What's that stance?" Traces said suddenly, and the eyes that looked at Matsudaira became sharp.

"Hairhead mushrooms, watch out, watch out for your curls!"

Suddenly, Matsudaira tossed the ball up, and with a twist of his body, the racket hit the tennis ball.

“F－LO－WER！”

"Whoosh~"

Weird angle, weird speed, this ball suddenly hit Kirihara!

"Bump!"

"Ahh

Caught off guard, Kirihara was hit in the face by the ball and fell to the ground.

"Kirihara!"

"Akaya!"

The junior high school students shouted loudly.

"Tsk, it's too difficult to serve, and the strength control is not good enough, sorry sorry!!" Matsudaira's slightly apologetic voice sounded, and everyone looked and saw that he was rubbing his head, his face full of self-blame and helplessness.

Shiraishi looked at Irie outside the field, and then at Matsudaira, "It's really exaggerated acting."

The voice was faint, but the high school students could hear it clearly, and suddenly, their gaze at Matsudaira became sympathetic. It's good to die, it's going to anger people, it's impossible to end now!

Matsudaira's body trembled, and really, he was frightened by Shiraishi's words. He didn't dare to refute, he didn't dare to continue, and a smile on his face was more ugly than crying.

Shiraishi sighed: "It's okay now, poke the hornet's nest."

"Damn it, I'm going to dye you red!" With an angry roar, Kirihara on the ground got up, the skin on his body slowly turned red, and his hair became whiter and whiter.

"Whew! Anyway, it's finally this guy off! Matsudaira breathed a sigh of relief at the change in front of him, no matter how angry the man was, at least, they had a chance of winning.

"What? How so? However, the people behind him suddenly exclaimed.

Kirihara stood up, the red skin on his body exuded a blood-like aura, and the whole person looked extremely evil. However, there was not a trace of emotion fluctuating on his body, and when he raised his head, those eyes did not have a trace of bloodshot, but were extremely deep.

"I'm a fair man, ball-for-ball, 'rooster head', and that 'old boy', I'm going to dye you red!" Word by word, as if stating something.

Outside the field, the junior high school students didn't react and looked at Kirihara blankly.

Relieved, Marui said to Nioh beside him, "Akaya, he actually kept his sanity?" ”

Nioh shrugged his shoulders and looked at Shiraishi on the field, as if to see him through.

Beside the two, Fuji opened his eyes and seemed to see through Kirihara, "It's getting stronger!" ”

"Bang!"

"Ahh

Kirihara smashes and hits Matsudaira hard in the abdomen, knocking him flying. And behind him, he covered his left hand and closed his eyes.

"At the end of the game, the combination of Shiraishi and Kirihara won, and the score was 6:0."

The result of the competition was expected, but the process made the high school students stunned. That second-year guy seemed to have taken a powerful pill, and he forced Tsushinobu and Matsudaira to suppress it, and that person rarely even had a chance to make a move.

"Demonization without flaws? What a good means, Kuranosuke Shiraishi" pushed his glasses, and Irie smiled behind him: "It's your turn, Yamato!" You can't be merciful! ”

There, a young man with dyed orange hair touched the scars on his face, and the racket in his hand tightened a little. His deep eyes are full of determination, because it is his responsibility!

ps: Thank you for the reward from "Lavender ~ Yu".

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