After relieving himself, Irie looked at Tipsarevich solemnly. At this time, the trace department came over and asked puzzledly, "Senior! What happened just now! ”

Irie glanced at the racket in his hand, and said in a leisurely tone: "Just now, I seemed to be fighting against fate." There was a voice in my heart that kept saying to me, 'Give up this ball'! ”

"Fight against fate?" The trace lowered his voice, but his body couldn't help but tremble.

Irie is one of the most hidden people in the Japanese team, in his opinion. He may not be as strong as Phoenix and Shiraishi, but in the World Cup, he is definitely a top player!

But, is it such a person who can feel that his fate is being manipulated? Could it be that the other party is a super master of three turns? Moreover, manipulating fate is inevitably too outrageous, and it is a little difficult for him to accept.

With these doubts, the trace department turned around and stood up, ready for battle. He wanted to see what the secret of the opponent's ball was!

Opposite, Tipsarevic took out a tennis ball and tossed it on his racket. Yu Guang looked at the two opposites, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl slightly. It seems that the effect is better than he expected

"Bang!"

Tipsarevic lifted his hand to serve and hit the tennis ball to the side. As if provoking, luring him to make a move.

The ball was fast, and the tachymeter showed the word 223. With an easy blow, the opponent has already surpassed the top national serve. However, the angle chosen is too simple, could it be that there is fraud in this?

Trace's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the serve questioningly. Looking at the gradually accelerating spin on the tennis ball, he was shocked in his heart, and the racket that he swung out suddenly retracted, and captured the trajectory of the tennis ball vigilantly and seriously.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a streamer of light swept in front of the track's eyes. The cold wind pierced his skin, it was cold and cold, and his heart was also cold and cold!

“30:15、”

A trace of cold sweat slid down his cheeks, and his heart was full of incredulity. He experienced the helplessness of Irie, the touch that spread from the edge of his soul, and began to question tennis from the bottom of his heart. It's as if you're stopping yourself!

"Hah! I'll just say, this kid is just lucky! No, the original form is revealed! A shrill mocking voice rang out from the crowd.

The girls who were originally obsessed with looking at the traces also put away their love in their hearts. They bit their lipes and looked at the handsome traces, their hearts were extremely complicated. That feeling is as if the object of infatuation suddenly changed from 'handsome and rich' to 'handsome'. And that little flaw is fatal!

Irie squinted, he saw the scene just now. However, he didn't find out that the other party was using the power of another dimension. That kind of fluctuation can't escape his eyes.

"Sure enough, the guy on the other side is a little weird"

From the moment Tipsarevich entered and the two sides began to guess the side, Irie keenly felt that something was wrong. An unfounded hunch, one of the few instincts that made him feel dangerous once he stepped into that realm

"Bang!"

“game！ Tipsarevic, Ivanov! 1:1、”

Serbia quickly pulled one back. In contrast, it is not as gorgeous as Tang Wiser's serve in the trace department, but the audience who does not understand the ball on the side can see that Tipsarevic is more than one level higher than the trace department.

Although gorgeous things are pleasing to the eye, if they are not supported by good results, they are only short-lived. Even, the beauty that bloomed in that moment was not cared for.

More and more people are not optimistic about the Japanese team, and some people even look at the two with some disgust. Obviously you have to hit tennis, but the racket is removed, playing match-fixing? Water? Please, please be serious! Are thousands of pairs of eyes really an ornament?

In the Japanese team, Kirihara was anxious and uneasy. It's only been two games into the game, and it's not good. Moreover, he didn't understand the performance of the two Irie. There's no reason to do that, and there's no blame for the people around you cursing, the two guys on the field really look like they've made some kind of deal with the enemy. If he didn't understand the personalities of the two, he would think in this direction.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Sanada in front of him. After hesitating for a while, he still asked out loud: "Vice, vice minister!" What the hell happened to them, seniors? ”

Sanada shook his head, his eyebrows raised like a sword, and his eyes looked at the situation on the field like a knife. Sigh:

"I don't know either, but Akaya, the game has just begun! Have you forgotten the rules of Lihai? If you don't reach the last moment, you can't let go of the racket in your hand and lose the heart of the game! ”

"Remember! We are the king of Lihaida! It's the king of Kanagawa! The king of Kanto! The king of Japan! ”

"There is only a king who dies standing up! There is no emperor who bows his head and retreats, that is a coward! You have to remember, always remember this sentence! ”

Sanada's tone was long, and there was something special in his words. In this World Cup, four people from Lihai were selected, plus Liu, who was a staff officer, a total of five. However, only Kirihara will still be in Lihai next season. In Yukimura's absence, he can only pass on the spirit of Lihai, which is the flame seed of Lihai's future!

Kirihara's body shook. In the past month or so, he has grown a lot, and he is no longer the ignorant boy he was at the beginning. Sanada's words fell heavily on his shoulders, as if an invisible shackle had been added. But he knew it was called 'responsibility'!

Slowly raising his head, Sanada's gaze touched the morning sun, he pressed the brim of his hat, lowered his eyebrows, and sighed in his heart:

"World Cup! I guess you won't miss it either, right? ”

On the field, the game was fierce.

After Irie knocked the tennis ball over, the two sides fought back fiercely. Ivanov has a strong body, amazing strength in both arms, and the tennis ball he plays is very powerful. Each of his powerful counterattacks is simply Kawamura's sprint swing ball!

"Boom!"

The tennis ball rubs against the air, bringing up sparks. The cyclone spread, and the tennis ball shot like a boring cannonball, slamming into this direction.

However, the traces and Irie are not ordinary people.

I saw that the two feet were wrong, the racket in the right hand was raised, and the body rotated to swing the racket out. With a bang, the tennis ball made contact with the racket, but the powerful ball did not have much effect on the track. With his current strength, as long as his opponent is not a world-class power player, he can basically fight back.

A bright color flashed in his eyes, and his arm jerked out. With the sound of the tennis ball breaking the wind, the hula shot towards the opposite side, and Tipsarevich, who was about to shoot back, was suddenly stunned, because the target of the tennis ball turned out to be his racket.

"Snap"

The tennis ball hits the handle of the racket and bounces off into the air.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he jumped up leisurely and stretched out his arms, like a soaring goshawk! His eyes converged to one point, the essence flashed, and he shouted in a low voice: "Indulge in Uncle Ben's gorgeous ball skills!" ”

"Towards a frustrated escape!!

However, just as he was about to hit the tennis ball with his racket, that strange feeling returned. It's a very awkward feeling, it seems that his blow is not the best time, and he will make a mistake!

"Humph! Fate? I don't believe in fate! ”

Fierce in his heart, the trace forcibly suppressed this thought, and the racket hit the tennis ball hard.

With a bang, the tennis ball flew far away, but the trajectory slowly deviated, and instead of coming down immediately, it flew over the bottom line. There was a bang, and it hit the iron net, and a crisp sound sounded.

“15:0、”

"Wow!!"

There were countless boos outside the field, this kind of ball, even beginners will not make a mistake. However, in the World Cup, such a play was staged.

The body of the trace fell, but it seemed that it was a little unable to stand, and he forcibly supported his body with his racket. He looked up, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Haha!! Boy, what did you do last night? Why can't you stand still? The mockery kept ringing out.

Even those who originally had a hint of fantasy about the trace couldn't help but shake their heads. They even began to wonder if the Japanese team was as powerful as the rumors, how could this kind of goods participate in the World Cup and still play!

The noisy sound kept ringing in the brain, but slowly disappeared. And his vision gradually blurred, suddenly, a point of light flashed in front of his eyes, and the point of light slowly enlarged, it was a conversation between two young people.

He used to be a friend from primary school and is now a member of the British team. A young man with blond hair and blue eyes, and a face that bears a slight resemblance to the traces. The other party was looking at him with a playful smile

Outside the field, the Japanese team members suddenly became worried. Because somehow, the trace actually supported his body with a racket, as if he was unconscious, his eyes lost focus, and he just stood there dumbfounded.

"Hah!" Ivanov held the racket in his hands, clenched his fists and squeezed hard, and suddenly there was a bang. He squinted his eyes and sneered: "Weak chickens, the game is over!" ”

On the side, the old butler of the trace department looked anxious, anxiously looking at the resolute figure in the field.

On the Japanese team's side, Nioh held his hair between his two fingers, and his face was solemn: "It's not good! This guy was offline at this time, and he knew that he was so unreliable, so it was better to change to Sanadagami! ”

Next to him, Sanada had green tendons faintly popping out of his forehead.

At this time, Shiraishi, who had been silent beside him, spoke: "It's useless! I can probably guess how he influenced them. Now the only hope is that the trace department can wake up in time, and in the meantime, it can only rely on that guy! ”

Everyone is silent, one against two, and it is still affected by itself, can he really do it in the river?

"Weak chicken?" Hearing Ivanov's words, Irie suddenly asked rhetorically. But I don't know when, I changed my face. Serious, with a chill gathering in the center of his eyebrows.

I don't know why. Seeing him, Ivanov, who was tall and muscular, suddenly felt a chill in his heart. It was a biological instinct, and his hidden power almost burst out uncontrollably!

"Hah!" Tipsarevich chuckled, with an elegant and erudite temperament, like a scholar. There was a streamer in his eyes, and he said lightly: "You can't protect yourself, and you still want to win the game?" ”

"Can't protect yourself?"

Irie was startled, and the cold on his face gradually turned into a look of panic, as if he was frightened by his words. However, his trembling face gradually calmed down, and his panic gradually turned into a joke.

"Are you talking about your hypnotism?"

Tipsarevic's body shook, the calm in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he was actually recognized? When is it? That time, or was it the previous fight?

For the first time, he felt like things were out of his control!