In the middle of the field, the trace department suddenly walked to Oishi Gaohe, who was sitting in the referee's seat

"Referee."

"What's the matter?" Oishi was a little puzzled and responded

"I remember that in the rules of this game, it didn't seem like there was a tie-break."

"Yes, that's right."

Jibe raised his eyebrows and walked to the net, and said jokingly to the young man in front of him.

"If that's the case, Echizen, even if you win the next game, it's a 6-6 tie at most, which means you have no chance of winning."

Ryoma raised his head and stared at the young man in front of him expressionlessly, and a cold tone popped out of his mouth.

"So what?"

"Even if you hold on, it's not going to be fun." Jibu snorted softly, looking closely at Ryoma under his eyes like an emperor.

"I don't understand what you're trying to say." Ryoma was a little impatient, picked up his racket and turned to walk.

Traces reached out and put his hand over the corner of his eye, glaring at Ryoma's left wrist.

"Your left wrist probably can't hold it anymore."

Those who heard their conversation outside the audience expressed their shock.

"Huh? Could it be that there is something wrong with Echizen's left hand? Horio looked curious.

"It's a waltz that goes to ruin." Ah Qian stopped his hand that was recording data and gave everyone an answer.

"According to my judgment, Echizen's left wrist may have been damaged quite a bit in the process of fighting back against the waltz that was going to be destroyed, and I guess that is the purpose of the trace."

"Isn't this the equivalent of the reappearance of the Battle of Tezuka?" Taocheng on the side was dumbfounded and shocked after hearing Ah Gan's explanation.

"That guy was deliberately letting Echizen score in order to delay the game?" Kawamura, who reacted, took over.

"Is he trying to destroy the little ones?" Kikumaru also frowned and threw himself at Kawamura's back.

"It looks like that." Fuji nodded to indicate that they were right.

"He's so scheming." Kawamura took over the words

Eri looked at Coach Ryuzaki, who didn't look worried at all.

Obviously a little confused, isn't the coach worried that Ryoma's wrist will be hurt because of this? Do you really want to recreate the scene of the Battle of Tezuka?

This shouldn't be the purpose of Tezuka's efforts to ask the trace department to come over and help...

Could it be...

Thinking of this, Eiko's gaze turned to the field again.

Inside the playing field.

"Oh, I see." Ryoma, who turned back to the field, raised his wrist and began to study.

"Heh, that's it, Uncle Ben will let you go. Referee, it's over! He raised his head and walked out of the field

"Birch, give me a towel."

"Oh." Birch Mune agreed.,Lowered his head and took out a towel in his bag and was about to walk over and hand it to the trace.,A sentence behind him made the trace stop.。。

"Do you want to escape?" Ryoma stared at the departing back of the trace and spoke slowly

"If you're willing to throw in the towel, it's okay to end the game."

Jibu was stunned for a moment and sneered at him

"Run? I don't think you'd better be stupid, if you keep hitting your wrists, sooner or later your wrists will be scrapped. ”

"I think you're talking about yourself." Not to be outdone, Ryoma shot back, raising his hand and lowering the brim of his hat.

After a pause, he turned around and approached the field again, and the young man who looked at the opposite side was full of unknown emotions.

"Since you say so, then go ahead."

This game is the service game of the trace.

"Huh?" Eiko's afterglow suddenly looked at his wrist, which trembled slightly, and a question came out of his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Ah Gan on the side asked.

Eiko smiled and shook her head

"It's nothing, Ryoma... It's in the mood. The girl looked away, and the bottom of her eyes was the state of the teenager at this time, which had also appeared before.

Because that time was what Ryoma saw when he fought Tezuka.

The potential of the teenager on the field can be said to be unlimited, and he didn't feel that his wrist was injured at all, but launched an attack more violently, and finally ended the game with a powerful smash.

But... That smash... Is it not yet cultivated?

"6 to 6, the two sides are tied." The referee pronounces the verdict

"Let's shake hands." Ryoma pursed his lips and looked at the boy in front of him and stretched out his hand.

He walked over to the net, switched the racket to his other hand, and just as he was about to reach out to shake his hand, he suddenly stopped, lowered his head to look at his own hand, and snorted

"It's still early, Echizen. I think it's better to save the handshake for another time. ”

After saying that, the trace turned around gorgeously and left the venue.

Oishi nervously jumped out of his chair from the referee's seat and ran to Ryoma to ask about his hand.

However, Ryoma himself moved his hand with a smile and shook his head, his hand was completely fine.

It's that guy who has something to do......

Ryoma's eyes looked at the juice handed over by the butler not far away, and when he wanted to drink it, his wrist suddenly trembled, and the juice in his hand fell to the ground.

At this time, the housekeeper over there hurriedly bent down and began to clean up.

Looking at his slight trembling right hand, he felt angry and funny.

"It turned out that it was Uncle Ben's hand that was injured!"

……

After sending away the Ice Emperor, a group of people, painted foxes, finally let out a long sigh of relief.

This practice match is finally over.

Before they knew it, it was evening, and everyone returned to the restaurant to rest.

"I really don't understand what they are doing here, they tortured us so badly!" Momojo lay on the table indignantly, his mouth full of resentment.

"yes, I feel like they're here to teach us a lesson..."Even Kikumaru sighed again and again after today's training.

"It's true, I almost ruined Echizen's wrist," Oishi muttered as well.

“……”

"You're wrong." Coach Ryuzaki sat quietly among them, and shook his head when he heard the complaining words from the teenagers' mouths.

"The trace department was specially asked by Tezuka to help us, but today he was wronged to be a bad guy."

"Huh??"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked and expressed their incredibleness.

"Strange, what about Echizen?" Haitang was a little strange to see that arrogant imp was not seen at the entire dining table.

"Yes, the raccoon and the boishi are not there..."Kikumaru was also extremely puzzled.

I saw Kawamura raise his hand leisurely.

"That's... In fact... They're on the tennis court now..."

"What!!" Everyone looked a little surprised, and they all stood up from the table, turned around and ran out the door.

At this time, inside the tennis court

Oishi and Ryoma are fighting endlessly.

The tanuki watched quietly, silently and without disturbing.

"Senior Oishi, I'm sorry for your trouble..."

Dashi nodded at this end and sent out a moon volley.

Suddenly, I saw Ryoma leap forward and hit a smash ball like a tornado.

This ball...

Eiko blinked, his eyes filled with light, and the traces seemed to bring out the potential of Ryoma...

It was such a return ball that made the eyes of everyone who had just arrived from the restaurant shine.

Everyone's expressions were shocked, and then their faces were filled with joy and appreciation.

It seems that the purpose of this practice match has been achieved

Their little pillars grew.

On the other side of the villa

Dressed in a white bathrobe, he was leaning against the window and was holding a phone to relay the events of the day to Tezuka, Germany.

At this time, Tezuka on the other end of the phone was holding a wireless phone in the rehabilitation center, and his face was full of joy.

"I see, thank you so much for today."

"Oh, if you want to thank me, you can quickly heal your wounds and come back from Germany!" Kibe chuckled and looked at the full moon outside the window.

It looks like it's going to be a quiet night.

……