"Waste, you'd better be serious, otherwise you won't be able to borrow a ball." Akutsu's taunt was belated.

"Damn fellow!" Kirihara clenched his racket angrily.

This time, he didn't dare to be careless.

Seeing that the other party's expression became solemn, Akutsu couldn't help but show a cruel smile.

After he completed his devil training for the time being, he was looking forward to a showdown with the masters.

But on the street tennis court, he meets all the opponents who are trash fish.

He didn't even meet an opponent who let him take off his loads.

I hope this big guy in Lihai can have some strength.

"Huh." He threw the ball, jumped up, and buckled the racket.

"It's too slow!!" Kirihara's footsteps are like the wind, and in an instant he catches up with the tennis ball flying to the right, stepping on the baseline with his right foot and swinging the racket.

"Bang." With enough vigilance, the return shot was sufficient, and the tennis ball spun towards the right baseline of the Yakuzu half.

"Good ball ......" Just by looking at the return shot, you can see that Kirihara is much better than those miscellaneous fish.

"It's not enough, it's still trash fish!" Akutsu had already anticipated where the ball would land, leaned forward, and ran like a cheetah to the tennis ball.

"It's so fast, and his running posture is unconventional!" Lihai Dazheng Xuan's face was solemn.

"Leaning forward a lot without losing his balance, his spine is soft so that he can move his back leg over his front leg for a short time. Not only that, but the strong and explosive muscles can also provide him with considerable instantaneous explosive power. If you look closely, you will see that his buttocks are round and full, so that every step can be taken very far. Liu Lian Er said calmly, but there was a little surprise in her tone.

"He's a natural athlete, he's so physical. This Kirihara should be a tough fight. ”

Kirihara, who is in the second year of junior high school, is still in the stage of physical development, and there will be no way to face Akutsu, who is crushing his physical fitness, unless he ...... Use that dangerous move.

"Oops!" Faced with the sudden Internet access, Kirihara was caught off guard.

"Where will it go?! Where is it?! He watched Akutsu's movements anxiously, hoping to gain insight into the opponent's intentions and predict the direction of the ball in advance.

In this way, it will be possible to hit back the volley in front of the net.

"Huh." Akutsu appeared at the tennis ball, waving his right hand and making a volley pose.

"See, it's the bottom line on the left!!" Kirihara's legs suddenly burst with amazing power and jumped in the opposite direction.

On the contrary, the moment he jumped, he saw the corners of Akutsu's mouth hook up a mocking arc, and when his wrist flipped, the ball crossed the net like a dexterous elf, making intimate contact with the earth.

“30-0。”

"Bang." Kirihara fell to the ground, covered in dust, his eyes fixed on the tennis ball lying in front of the net, his eyes full of anger and humiliation.

"It's not a volley, it's a short ball, it's so calm!" Nioh couldn't help but gasp.

"It's amazing, with such physical fitness, the tennis style is savage but delicate, you have to pay attention to him." Yanagi said solemnly.

"A guy with a lot of potential, with a few months to go before the national competition, he can grow into a national level." Sanada's face darkened.

Being able to play with Kirihara in the palm of his hand, this Akutsu's mentality and technique are all online.

In contrast, Kirihara's mentality is not yet mature, and it is easy to lose his cool.

But Kirihara has a nirvana.

Maybe you'll see blood next.

"Get ready to call an ambulance." Sanada said solemnly to the candidates.

I hope Kirihara will be a little lighter.

.......

"It's good, it's interesting, it's fun!" The tennis ball lying motionless on the ground was like a taunt to Kirihara, which made him angry.

"You're the first person to dare to play with me like that." He got up and didn't pat the dust off his body. His eyes were cold.

"Hey, trash, are you just bragging?" Akutsu looked at the beat disdainfully and sneered.

Akutsu's patience is already wearing out.

"Bang." Akutsu sends a quick serve.

"Bang." In a flash, the tennis ball flies back.

"Decent speed, are you serious?" The corners of Yakutsu's mouth twitched, and he slapped it suddenly.

Under the strange force, the tennis ball almost twisted and flew towards Kirihara.

"Step." Kirihara taps his toes and jumps.

"One foot broken step? How is this pace again? Akutsu showed disdain: "This kind of low-level pace will not work for me. ”

The two immediately engaged in a fierce fight.

The frequency and rhythm of Kirihara's return attack continues to increase with the bonus of one-foot step.

Akutsu kept up with the rhythm, and his hearty response allowed his body muscles to warm up.

“40-0。”

“40-15。”

“40-30。”

"Game, 1-0, Akutsu leads."

Soon, Yakutsu won his own serve.

The expressions of the audience and Kirihara are relatively calm.

Obviously, the real game has just begun.

The tennis game is a six-point system, for junior high school students. Playing a full game is still a big test of physical strength, and the more you go to the back, the more difficult it becomes.

It's not a good idea to play all your hole cards early on.

In the second game, Kirihara serves.

If he loses his serve, he will be passive.

Although Kirihara has a fragile personality and is difficult to control his emotions, he is not so easily awakened and demonized.

"His physicality and tennis skills are enough to be the main choice for our Lihai University, and it is unlikely that he will win in a head-to-head match, but he has no skills." After a game, Kirihara also has a certain understanding of Akutsu.

In the previous matchups, Akutsu used basic tennis.

"Huh." Kirihara tossed the ball, raised his right arm, and buckled it hard.

"Boom." The ball spun wildly as it landed, slamming into the face.

"Huh, outspin serve? Such a spin is really weak and pitiful. Akutsu snorted coldly, turned sideways, took a step back with his right leg, and pulled the racket out from bottom to top.

"Huh." The tennis ball slammed into the bottom line where Kirihara was located in a sharp arc.

"Bang."

"That's a lot of force." The weight of his arm made Kirihara's face change slightly.

"Give it to me!"

However, as soon as he hit the ball back, he saw Akutsu jump up in front of the net like a beast and take a point with a ferocious volley.

“15-0。”

"He's speeding up." Akutsu's speed and power, which were very different from the first game, made Kirihara's breathing a little disrupted, and he wiped the sweat that had left on his chin.

He realized that he had only played a small game, and he was actually sweating.

"Hey, I've seen a lot more powerful serve than yours, you better practice more."

Akutsu's sarcastic words made Kirihara frown, and his emotions tended to get out of control.

"Oh no, Kirihara can't control his emotions anymore." The primors in the stands couldn't help but look worried.

"Kamiyo!" Sanada looked at the stands on the other side, with a look of shock on his face: "Did you even watch the battle in person?" ”

In Sanada's eyes, Kamiyo Lan was standing in the back of the Akutsu half.