"40-0, Maeda leads, players exchange venues!"

As the physical education teacher's words fell, the sound of small discussions sounded from the direction of the onlookers.

Due to the presence of the teacher, no student dared to speak foul language, but he did not completely control his mouth.

Muto Qing held the tennis racket, his expression was as calm as ever, and he was not nervous about the short-term lag at all.

This appearance is more and more annoying in the eyes of people, and Maeda sneered under his ambition, pretending to be a guy.

After exchanging courts, Nobita Maeda held the tennis ball with his left hand and the tennis racket with his right hand, and said with a sneer on his face: "Boy, see clearly, this is called a man's serve!" ”

With that, his legs bent slightly, his muscles tensed, like a full-drawn bow, and he threw the tennis ball into the air.

Then, his huge body jumped up, like a tiger crossing a stream, and the compelling momentum could be felt even by students outside the venue.

Bang! The tennis ball turned into a streamer, flew over the net, hit the left court, and flew back again, Muto Qing held the racket and hit it back.

The moment the tennis ball and the racket touched, the force on the ball was beyond imagination, and he was slightly surprised, thinking that he had thoroughly figured out the strength of this guy, but he still underestimated it a little.

The ball hit the net, and Gollum rolled down from it, and the physical education teacher saw this and said loudly: "Didn't go over the net, Maeda scored, fifteen to zero." ”

"Haha, boy, you can't catch the ball back, what are you playing, surrender as soon as possible." A boy who has a good relationship with Nobita Maeda finally couldn't help but open his mouth and began to mock mercilessly.

Without waiting for others to echo him, Nobita Maeda had already turned his head sideways and roared: "Be quiet for me!" ”

The man closed his mouth directly, it was the first time he had seen such an expression of his eldest brother.

Daiki Maeda is not happy in his heart, and the sentence that he won the national singles championship in junior high school is not bragging, but a real record. The layman may not be able to see anything just now, but he can accurately see the crux of the problem, the opponent's time to receive the ball is too coincidental, as if he has predicted the path of the ball before he serves.

Completely seen through by the other party? It's impossible, even a top-notch professional tennis player can't see the route before the opponent serves.

I will never admit such a thing!! Nobita Maeda's face was solemn, and he threw the tennis ball again, and the whole person jumped up and swung the racket down heavily.

Bang, the tennis ball shot out like a cannonball, cut a sharp arc in the air, hit near the sideline, and the moment it bounced, a tennis racket had already hit the tennis ball, and quickly hit the ball back to the left.

It was too fast, Nobita Maeda had just landed, and the ball had already hit back from the opposite side, hit the sideline, and bounced off the net.

In an instant, the audience was silent, even the wind seemed to be afraid to come over because of the atmosphere, and the faint sunlight shone on that delicate face, which made people have an unpredictable and profound expression for the first time.

The physical education teacher came back to his senses and shouted, "Muto scores, fifteen to fifteen." ”

Not an illusion?! This guy definitely knew my line, and Nobita Maeda's pupils dilated, and he was so shocked that he could barely hold the racket.

Muto Qing Void waved a few times, pointed forward and said, "Next, you don't want to get any more points." ”

With a bang, green tendons emerged from his rugged face, and Nobita Maeda's eyes spewed out thick flames, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't give me too much pride!! ”

Having said that, the jump serve is no longer usable, the feet off the ground are not conducive to counterattacking, it can only weaken the power of the serve, he doesn't believe that this guy can accurately predict his movements every time, as long as he doesn't give so much time, there must be no problem.

The third ball was thrown into the air from his hand, and the ball that flew up seemed to merge with the blue sky, and he bent his knees, his feet off the ground, and served with the strength of his waist.

It's a good way to deal with it, but it's a pity that the person I met was Muto Ao.

Even if his Yuan Shen is no longer as powerful as in the Immortal King period, he is still at the level of an immortal, and with Nobita Maeda's subtle movements, he can predict the action in advance.

"30 to fifteen, Muto leads."

"40 to fifteen, Muto leads."

“…… Three to one, Muto leads. ”

Not counting the blazing sunlight, Nobita Maeda was already sweating profusely, his tracksuit clinging to his body, outlining the outline of his strong muscles, and he panted as hard as he could, emptying all the air in his lungs, and frantically inhaling fresh air again.

His ears could no longer hear anything, and he couldn't even see his opponent in his eyes, so he could only chase the little yellow-green figure.

No matter how many balls are hit, they will be hit back accurately, and the most infuriating thing is that the opponent perfectly replicates his own serve and play, and some of them can't even be played by themselves.

Is such a ridiculous thing a reality? Or is it a dream? He couldn't tell anymore, his nervous tension put him in a state of selflessness, he couldn't see anything but the tennis ball, and he could feel his progress with every swing.

But the other party can fight back accurately every time, the unfathomable strength is shocking, he didn't have the idea of giving up, he tried his best to chase, and finally, he surpassed.

"Fifteen to forty, Maeda scores!"

A ball is dropped and the PE teacher announces the result.

Nobita Maeda's expression did not have much joy, he looked at each other indifferently, nodded slightly, and expressed his inner respect, thanks to the powerful enemy, he has reached a higher level, and he is really looking forward to this year's high school national tennis tournament.

In the next situation, the situation was completely reversed, Muto Aoi repeatedly failed to receive the ball, and Maeda scored frequently.

In the blink of an eye, the situation was already 4-3, Muto led one game, but no one thought he would win, and in Maeda's imposing state, everyone wanted to believe that Maeda would win the championship.

But no one insulted Muto, the level of this game was far beyond the imagination of the students, it was so exciting that it was almost like a high school student, like a professional tennis match, and the coercion of the confrontation made the hearts of every student who watched it heavy, even the physical education teacher.

When it was Maeda's turn to serve, he gently tossed the tennis ball away, and at a glance he could see the holes in the opponent's court, and swung his racket violently to hit the tennis ball to that place.

He doesn't need to look too much, he can understand that the opponent can't catch this ball.

Bang! The tennis ball hit the ground and was struck back in an instant, like yellow-green lightning, and when it bounced on the ground, it slid over Maeda's right cheek and hit the iron net hard.

What the?! Maeda Daiki's face was full of confusion, this meeting was a little wrong, he had obviously surpassed the other party.

Muto Qing showed a kind smile on his face, and said in a tepid tone: "I'm sorry, classmate the day before yesterday, the weather was a little hot, and I was impatient to continue fighting, so I don't want to let it go anymore, let's end it quickly." ”