Tennis: People are big in Lihai, with hands in pockets

Inside the stadium.

Yakuzu was ready and stood inside the stadium with a racket, waiting for the game to begin.

And the same is true of God, but his hands are empty.

I saw his gaze skim to the side, and he opened his mouth to call softly.

“Kirihara.”

Kirihara immediately understood, and skillfully opened Kami’s tennis bag.

Looking at the colorful tennis rackets, I couldn’t help but snicker in my heart.

“Hehe, try other rackets this time to see the different style of Kamisato’s predecessors.”

With a little selfishness, Kirihara deliberately avoided the nearest green racket and chose the black racket in the middle.

“Kamisato-senpai, racket!”

Kirihara excitedly offered the black racket to both hands.

“Hmm?”

Kamisato glanced at the black racket, and the movement in his hand froze.

Black?

Kirihara this kid….

Glancing at Kirihara’s appearance, Kamisato had already guessed Kirihara’s ghost idea.

“Black doesn’t work, it will kill people.”

Kamisaki said in a flat tone.

“Huh?!”

Kirihara was directly stunned by this sentence.

After glancing at the black racket in his hand again, his face changed, and he was a little afraid.

“That… Then I’ll change one! ”

“Hmm.”

Kamisaki nodded this time and did not refuse.

Other colors can also be used, this black is really not usable.

Otherwise, he may personally destroy one of the strongest players in the tennis world.

Seeing Kirihara preparing the racket, Kamisaki thought again, and his eyes caught a glimpse of something on the ground.

“No need for that racket.”

“Huh?”

Kirihara put the black racket back in his tennis bag.

Turning his head and looking, he was startled.

Kamisaki stooped down from under the coach’s bench next to the court and picked up a stick.

It is said that it is a stick, but it is actually a broken wooden board on a bench.

The width of the board is just three fingers wide, and the length is about one meter, which is only about one centimeter thick.

There is also a very obvious crack in the middle, which seems to be able to break with a little force.

At this time, the god was holding the wooden board in his hand and waving it.

It seems that he is ready to attack this plank.

“Kamisato-senpai, you… You’re not going to race with this broken plank, are you? ”

“yes, what’s the problem? I beat you with a broken ball and a picture sample. ”

A word from the gods directly plugged Kirihara’s mouth.

The latter was immediately aggrieved.

I kindly remind myself that I will be maliciously slandered by the words of God’s predecessors.

Hate!

Really hate!

Kirihara was aggrieved in his heart, but thinking of the game where he was hung and beaten at that time, even if there was a great pain in his heart, he swallowed it himself, after all, what he said was the truth.

It’s a bit heart-wrenching to think about.

This blatant backstab made Kirihara defenseless and helpless.

“You’re going to race with that plank?!”

Yakuzu’s face was extremely gloomy.

Looking at the wooden board in Shenli’s hand, I felt very disturbing, and my dignity seemed to be insulted for a moment.

“yes, what’s the problem?”

Kamisaki was slightly silent, not caring about Yakuzu’s face.

He also completely ignored Yakuzu’s eyes that were about to breathe fire.

After briefly feeling the weight of the plank and the feeling of waving it, I walked into the stadium.

This posture is really no joke, ready to play with a broken board.

It is not that God deliberately pretends to compare.

He chose to use broken wooden planks based on the actual situation of Yakuzu.

Judging from Yakuzu’s current hatred of tennis, simply beating him with a racket will not bring a greater impact to his heart.

Because he had just been defeated by Echizen Ryoma.

For a person who has not lost, there is no essential difference between losing one game and losing two.

But!

If he loses the first game, he can console himself that he played for a short time and did not practice hard to avoid playing the sport.

Then the second game must bring a little shock to his heart.

If you win with a broken board, you can’t still comfort yourself inside, right?

And when Yakuzu has no excuses for tennis in his heart and hopes to borrow tennis to achieve revenge, that is the real talent that awakens him.

It can be said.

For the sake of Yakuzu, Kamisaki was painstaking.

“Bastard.”

Yakuzu couldn’t help but scold, strode forward, and stretched out his hand to grab Kamito’s collar.

Even though the two were the same height, Yakuzu, who was proficient in taekwondo, still dragged Kamisato at once.

There was not the slightest fear on God’s face.

“Will you only solve problems with violence?”

“You!”

Yakuzu’s eyes were fierce, and he was about to make a move.

But when he saw the look in God’s eyes, he couldn’t help but be stunned for a few seconds.

Indifferent.

Calm.

No fear.

Deep black eyes stared at him, as calm as a clear spring, which made people feel terrible.

“Hmph!”

Just three seconds.

Yakuzu snorted coldly, let go of his hand, and turned around to walk to the bottom line of his court.

“Guess the side.”

God stopped him.

Yakuzu paused in his steps, gritted his teeth, turned his head and walked back, picked up the racket, and reluctantly spoke.

“Positive or negative.”

“Positive.”

Syllable!

Yakuzu turned the racket, which spun a few times and fell to the ground.

Front.

“Oh, my luck seems to be good.”

Kamisaki smiled lightly.

Yakuzu returned to his pitch without saying a word.

The competition officially begins.

Syllable…… Syllable…… Snap….

Kamisaki took out a tennis ball from his pocket and slapped it on the ground.

“It’s coming!”

Swish!

The tennis ball was thrown into the air by the gods.

He raised the broken board back, the muscles in his forearm slightly bulged, and swung his arm to hit the tennis ball with the front end of the broken board.

Syllable!

A dull shot sounded.

The tennis ball was not very fast, but it still flew straight towards Yakuzu’s left foot.

“Huh, want to play tennis with that tattered board? You’re underestimating me, bastard! ”

Yakuzu had keenly captured the landing point before the ball hit the ground.

He squatted down, jumped backwards with the tennis ball the moment it hit the ground, swung his racket in the air, and hit the tennis ball back at the time of the fall.

The center of gravity of the body and its own strength instantly increased the speed of tennis to double that of just now.

“So fast!”

“This guy really has two brushes!”

Kirihara couldn’t help but exclaim when he saw this ball.

Fang Cai couldn’t feel it when watching the game on the sidelines, but now when he looked closely, he found that Yakuzu’s angle and landing point were well controlled in all aspects.

It is completely towards the corner that ordinary people can hardly fight back.

And he shot back with a weird posture in the air.

This kind of instantaneous reaction ability and explosive power is completely difficult to achieve, and even only Yakuzu himself can do it.

Tap-Click!!!

Kamisaki quickly caught up with tennis.

“It’s fast, but…”

Swish!

Kamisaki waved the tattered plank.

Yakuzu reacted instantly when he saw the direction of the swing, and his eyes followed the landing of the ball.

But soon.

He noticed that the ball didn’t fly over.

What about the ball?!

Oops!

Yakuzu reacted.

A twist of the head.

Bang!

The tattered plank of the gods touched lightly upwards.

The tennis ball was stripped of its strength and gently fell into his front court.

Hanging short balls.

“It’s fast, but inexperienced.”

“It’s easy to be deceived by feints.”

The corners of Shenli’s mouth rose slightly.

Of course, he is not an immortal, and he can crush a talented monster like Yakuzu with a shabby wooden board.

In the case of such a natural disadvantage as having broken wooden boards, it is necessary to rely on experience and technology to compensate.

If the conditions are not enough, then the ability to make it up.

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