The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Bang bang!

The moment the ball landed, Ryota Huangse and Shogo Haizaki were about to pick it up, and the rackets of the two collided.

“The game is over, Qingxue wins!”

Shogo Haizaki angrily threw his racket to the ground.

Then he grabbed Ryota Huangse’s collar and was furious.

“That ball just now is obviously mine!”

Ryota Huangse smiled, a little resolute.

“It’s mine.”

Seeing that the two were about to argue, Echizen Nanjiro stepped forward and separated them.

“You two go down after fighting, what are you arguing about.”

He yawned, looking like he had just woken up.

Shogo Haizaki was indignant, glared angrily at Ryota Huangse, and left the court.

Midorima Shintaro glanced at Akaji and asked.

“Huang Lai and Haizaki lost, is this also what you expected.”

Seijuro Akaji smiled indifferently, and there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

“I can see their potential capabilities, and there are a lot of factors that influence how far they can go.”

Shintaro Midorima smiled dumbly.

The second doubles match is about to begin, and Takeshi Momogi and Kaoru Kaido can’t wait to play.

The two rubbed each other, and their fighting spirit was already high before the competition started.

Satoshi Horio scratched his head and muttered with a puzzled look.

“Senior Tao and Senior Haitang’s expressions are so serious.”

Tomoka Kosakata pinched her waist with both hands.

“Of course, today is a battle for revenge!”

Saying that, she put her hands in front of her mouth in the shape of a trumpet and shouted loudly.

“Senior Tao, Senior Haitang, come on!”

Takeshi Momojo smiled smugly and said with a smile.

“Eh, did you hear the viper, everyone is cheering for us.”

Kaoru Kaido “hissed” and poured cold water on the basin coldly.

“You sober me up.”

Although Takeshi Momojo was giggling on the surface, his expression immediately became serious when he saw the contestants in the competition.

“Kaido, I won Senior Eiji and Vice Minister Oishi before.”

Kaoru Kaido followed Momojo Takeshi’s gaze.

Aomine Daiki held the racket in his hand with a proud face.

And the blue-haired Kuroko Tetsuya behind him looked gentle.

“Qingfeng-kun, bump fists.”

Aomine Daiki glanced at Tetsuya Kuroko with a look of disgust and complained.

“I said you, every time you have to bump your fists, it’s really troublesome.”

Kuroko Tetsuya has a natural cute face, and humans and animals are harmless.

“The game begins, Teiko Kuroko serves.”

To be honest, let Kuroko start, the players of Diguang are very worried.

Tetsuya Kuroko threw the ball unconsciously.

Even the swinging motion appears very stiff.

It felt like a racket was filled with lead.

Bang!

The ball flies at a low altitude and can barely cross the net.

But that’s just barely.

Because at the moment of crossing, the ball grazed the top of the net bag, changing the course.

“Invalid serve.”

For Kuroko Tetsuya to play a net serve, Aomomine Daiki frowned slightly.

“Hey, A-Zhe, how many times have you said it, don’t omit the anti-bow action.”

Tetsuya Kuroko stood awkwardly and fired another ball.

This time, the ball did not fly enough distance, and it fell limply before reaching the net.

“Double error, 0-15.”

Takishima-san stroked his forehead and complained.

“What’s the matter, Kuroko that guy can’t serve?”

Let him be a substitute because of this kind of person, don’t mention how bad it is.

Bang!

“0—30.”

The referee was also a little puzzled, and glanced at Tetsuya Kuroko, who served the ball from Diguang.

Is he nervous, not so.

Daiki Aomine stood in front with his knees slightly bent, noncommittal about Kuroko’s performance.

Kuroko Tetsuya had a serious expression, and with difficulty raised his wrist, threw the ball, and swung his racket.

The movements are smoother than before, but the angle of the shot is still not enough.

“0—40.”

Momojo and Kaido, who were already preparing for action, frowned.

The volcano in the hearts of the two was almost about to erupt.

“Really, that guy can’t serve!”

“Shhh~~~ Let’s just have a happy showdown!”

Buji Shusuke looked sideways at Tezuka Kunimitsu next to him with a serious expression.

“Tezuka, do you think they made a deliberate mistake?”

Tezuka Kunimitsu’s face was grim, and his thin lips opened lightly.

“The game has begun.”

The real game isn’t just about who scores first.

Often there are other complicating factors involved.

Diguang’s strategy has always been elusive, and it is estimated that it is Akaji’s strategy.

“Youth school score, 0-1, change the field.”

There was a sigh inside and outside the field, and even Ryuzaki Pansy was confused.

What’s wrong with this Diguang player, it’s too obvious to release water.

But what about that kid’s clumsy serve?

Outside the field, Seijuro Akaji’s eyes were deep and sharp.

It’s so boring to just score in one go.

He enjoys the pleasure of playing his opponent between his palms.