"What a fierce fight."

"It's obviously only the first goal."

Surprised to see the back and forth attacks of the two sides, some of the people watching the battle felt a higher intensity of confrontation.

"The Maori seniors are more physically capable."

"He was able to catch up with the irregular shots that Aomine hit."

Huang Se stared at Mori Shouzaburo, who was communicating with Kirihara, and his tone became respectful.

"I can only say that if there is a goal, for many people, there are things that can be done."

Bai Jin is used to this, everyone is playing with open cards nowadays, what moves you have, and I know all the skills.

Therefore, for things that cannot be cracked for the time being, they will certainly choose to find a way to target.

Some people's incompetence may be helpless, but for geniuses, there is no such limitation.

Even if Aomine's irregular shot is blowing, there is not only one way to solve it.

But the simplest thing is to improve the physical fitness, and then achieve the degree of the last to come, the first to come.

That is, the ball changes, and it is a strong physical ability to chase the ball back again.

This has been confirmed by Alex at the beginning.

And for Mori Shouzaburo, he does not lack that kind of "foundation".

"Well, after all, it's just that Feng Tsai hasn't done his best yet."

"It's the same for both sides."

Shihara's words caused Midorima to refute, and although he didn't think that this group would lose, he would not underestimate his opponent either.

"Kirihara and Imayoshi, if there are two people, Imayoshi is even more advantageous."

In the middle of the field, the confrontation unfolded again, but the most obvious was the confrontation between the two newcomers.

Compared to Kirihara, who is playing around in the wind and fire, Imakishi, who can only wait for an opportunity, makes people feel more threatened.

"Bang!!"

"This game is won by Diguang Qingfeng and Imayoshi!"

"Score."

“0-1！！”

Sure enough, the last ball was won again under the interference of Imayoshi.

"Damn!"

Kirihara shouted angrily, looking at Imayoshi's back rather unpleasantly.

"Don't worry, Kirihara."

"Just play the way you normally play."

"Don't waste unnecessary physical strength in order to prove yourself desperately, or even cause anxiety and mess up your mentality."

With one hand on Kirihara's head, Maori persuaded very calmly.

"But me"

"This junior, you don't want to be punished by Sanada for messing around, right?"

Kiri wanted to say something, but Maori's words instantly scared him.

"Yes!"

Kirihara stiffly turned his head to look at Sanada, who was standing on the sidelines staring at him, and then lowered his head and said in a trembling voice.

The nameless fire in my heart that was provoked by Imayoshi was extinguished, and it was replaced by a state of mind that gradually calmed down in the trembling.

"Drink!"

"Smack!!"

When the game resumed, Imakishi had already noticed a noticeable difference in Kirihara's movements.

"Hey, Mr. Ace, aren't you going to compare it again?"

"You're obviously so strong, you must be highly anticipated."

"As long as there is a bright attack, it will definitely be cheered."

looked at Chehara, who was no longer arrogant, and said provocatively with a smile.

"Bang!"

But Kirihara, who received the ball again, didn't bother him at all, but focused his mental energy on the next counterattack.

"It's amazing."

Kirihara's appearance of no response surprised Imayoshi a little, this simple and easy to deceive peer is really pure in a sense.

“0-15！！”

“15-15！！”

“30-15！！”

“30-30！！”

“40-30！！”

"This game was won by Lihai Da Maori and Kirihara!"

"Score."

“1-1！！”

As the referee's voice sounded, the two sides in the fierce confrontation also got the result of this game.

"Okay, no."

"If you keep going like this, you won't have to lose."

Aomine turned his head to look at Imonyoshi and asked casually in the latter's smile.

"Senior, don't be strong."

"It's obviously not my problem."

With his hands spread out and an innocent expression, Imayoshi replied with a smile still on his face.

"However, if you are pressed and beaten, it really doesn't look very good."

But in an instant, Imayoshi's words became cold, and his expression was no longer full of playfulness.

In this doubles, the first half of the game itself was a confrontation between him and Kirihara.

Both Maori and Qingfeng are just highlighting an "auxiliary" and will not escalate the situation too much.

Because if Mori and Aomine fight seriously, he and Kirihara can both go to the air man penalty station.

The "duel" of the predecessors is not at all the level they can intervene in now.

This is also the reason why Qing Feng looked idle and "asked" him.

Otherwise, if it is replaced by Qingfeng, who is full of strength, it will take care of so much, and it will be over if you fight hard.

Even if the gross profit grows, it will not necessarily be Aomine's opponent.

"Although he got a game back, he shouldn't be underestimated."

Pinching the ball, Maori glanced at the changes in Imayoshi, but he paid more attention.

It wasn't yet time for him to fight Aomine.

The first few rounds will be handed over to Kirihara and Imayoshi to confront each other.

"Smack!"

The ball was already out, and Imakishi stood up for a return shot, glancing at where Kirihara was, and then gauging the distance.

"Bang!"

Swinging the racket and touching the bouncing tennis ball, the ball flew forward at a great speed.

"Here!"

Kirihara judged the position based on the trajectory of the ball, and he tried to run, but a scene that shocked him appeared.

As soon as the ball flew over the net, there was a slight change, and the trajectory of the direct flight took a turn, staggering Kirihara and falling to the other side.

"Bang!"

“0-15！！”

"Is that a change ball?"

Chehara left a precaution in his heart, and at the same time planned not to be fooled again next time.

But.

“0-30！！”

“0-40！！”

“1-2！”

In the next three balls, he was still caught off guard by Imyoshi's return shot.

"Damn! What the hell is going on? ”

"Why does the ball change sometimes, and sometimes it doesn't?"

"Could it be that it's the same irregular style of play as that senior?"

Agitated, Kirihara failed to figure out the secret.

When he thought the ball would turn, it turned out to be a straight line, and when he thought the ball was a straight line, it turned again.

Kirihara wondered if Imakishi had practiced Aomine's irregular play.

"Don't lose your cool, he's not playing as complicated as you think."

"It's not an irregular shot like Aomine"

"He just used a little trick."

Sighing, Maori still couldn't hold back, stretched out his finger and pointed ahead, and then reminded.

"Small means?"

Hearing this, Kirihara was stunned, and he looked at Maori's point.

Net.

The trajectory of a few strokes flashed back to his mind, and he suddenly opened his mind.

"I see! It is a wipe tennis ball to play! ”

"It seems that the ball is hit so fast, but in fact, it is hiding the fact that the net is wiped, and the net is used to change the trajectory of the ball"

"Depending on how I run, he then chooses to hit the ball with or without the net."

Coming to his senses, Kirihara nodded, and he knew what was wrong with him.

He still has too little knowledge, and if it weren't for the reminder of Maori seniors, he would probably have to hold back and be teased for a long time.

It was also the first time that Kirihara remembered the name of the person he felt was the worst in his life

"Shoichi Imaiyoshi!"

"Damn it, I remember you!"

"I swear I'll take you down!"

(End of chapter)