The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

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Hiramiya Ohno’s “lore ball” can only be effective when served.

The ball flew towards the ground.

After bouncing, there is still no trace at all.

The ball flew towards Shintaro Midorima’s knee.

“Bang!”

“15—0.”

Shintaro Midorima’s eyes were covered with absoluteness.

“Do your best to wait for destiny.”

“What’s more, Cancer’s fortune is the first today, how can it be lost.”

On the opposite side, Hiramiya Ohno prepares to serve.

Shintaro Midorima pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Hold the racket in one hand, knees slightly bent, and look straight ahead.

Bang!

The ball crosses the net.

A trace of anger rose around Shintaro Midorima.

On the opposite side, Hiramiya Ohno is very confident in his “lore”.

This trick has caused many people to kneel and beg for mercy.

Tong!

The echo sound was cold, like a cloud exploding.

Hiramiya Ohno’s eyes widened, he didn’t expect to be shot back so quickly.

What kind of role is the other party, and he actually has this ability.

Although his brain was running fast, Hiramiya Ohno’s body reacted quickly.

He slammed towards the drop point.

The ball falls on the racket.

The return shot fell into the “forest sea” of the green room.

As the ball crossed the net, Shintaro Midorima had already locked his half as if causing an enchantment.

The ball fell into one of the squares.

Shintaro Midorima’s feet quickly stepped forward, reacting at the moment of returning the ball.

Hiramiya Ohno stayed in place.

It’s not that he can’t move, it’s that he doesn’t know where to hit the ball.

Bang!

……

Ten minutes later, Midorima won a round.

3-1, Diguang led by two games.

The mood of the outsiders calmed down.

After all, they thought that Kirisaki’s captain had stronger attack.

Now it seems that the game is not so cruel either.

Satoshi Horio yawned and said confidently.

“I see that next, Diguang should be able to win easily.”

Katsuro Kato also agrees with Satoshi Horio’s words, because Kirisaki has been suppressed so far in the match.

But some people don’t think so.

Buji Shusuke squinted his eyes and shook his head.

“I don’t think so.”

Satoshi Horio’s face was smug and smug froze.

“Nope… Why is that? ”

Buji Shusuke smiled and looked at Horio. First grade.

He explained very patiently.

“Although Midorima is strong, Kirisaki’s team is not weak…”

Shusuke wanted to continue, but was interrupted by Sada Kan next to him.

Sadaharu opened his notebook.

Several of the pages are basic information about Kirisaki Junior High School members.

He held up his thick black-framed glasses and said slowly.

“Hiramiya Ohno, it is rumored that his ‘lore’ is very aggressive.”

Satoshi Horio glanced at Katsuro Kato next to him, and both of them looked curious.

“But now it seems that what ‘serve kill’ has not been cracked?”

Kansadaharu pursed his thin lips, obviously his words were not finished.

“The moves of ‘lore killing’ are ever-changing, and there is more than one style.”

“That is, Midorima cracked it, it is very likely that it is just one of the tricks.”

Hearing Sadaharu Kan say this, Kikumaru Eiji next to him couldn’t help but come over.

He asked eagerly.

“So, how many formulas are there, Agan?”

Kansadaharu pushed his glasses again and paused for a moment.

In the expectant eyes of everyone, he replied.

“As far as I know, there are currently Type 26s.”

Echizen Ryoma pressed the brim of his hat with some disapproval.

It’s just a Type 26, don’t you just crack it one by one.

Diguang is not without the possibility of winning.

“Diguang score, 4-1, change the field.”

Both men on the field sat in their respective rest areas.

Echizen Nanjiro felt that the prickly ball was too dangerous to place on the chair, so he moved it to the ground.

But unexpectedly, Shintaro Midorima held the pot of prickly balls again.

On the other side, Hiramiya Taino drank a bottle of water, his forehead covered with beads of sweat.

Wiping the sweat from his face with a towel, Hiramiya Ohno rolled his eyes.

Behind him, Tono Taijima shouted at Hiramiya Ohno.

“Eh, Pinggong, even if you lose, you can’t lose too ugly.”

Hiramiya Ohno stood up and threw the towel out.

There was a bit of displeasure in the corners of his mouth.

Obviously, Tono Taijima’s words stung him.

It’s ugly.

In the eyes of others, he is embarrassed at the moment?

But then, he would show those who gloated at him how ruthless they were.

“The game continues, please enter.”

As soon as the referee’s words fell, Midorima Peace Palace had already stood up.

They can’t wait to finish this game.

Whether it’s Temitsu or Kirisaki.

This game, they are not simply for the score.

Di Guang is to prove whether he has the strength not to be beaten.

Kirisaki wants to declare that they have the strength to beat people.

Shintaro Midorima and Ohno of the Peace Palace stood face to face.

On the sidelines, Diguang’s support rate is significantly higher.

Those who craned their necks and shouted hoarsely were all victims of Kirisaki.

Hiramiya Ohno glanced at the people outside the field.

Those people, one by one, wanted to see him defeat.

There was a bit of bloodthirsty coldness in his eyes.

That kind of look makes people feel cold in their hearts.

Seijuro Akaji knew what that look meant.

His two heterochromatic pupils glowed with a bit of coldness.

“Ahhh~~Little Akaji, are you worried about Little Green Boy~~”

Although Atsushi Ziyuan is relatively simple, even nerve-streaking.

But Akaji’s expression, he captured it very carefully.

As soon as the words fell, Midorima on the field was hit by the incoming ball and fell to the ground.

That ball hit him in the face.

The spectacle lenses shattered.

The goal just now was so fast that many people didn’t see it clearly.

It’s different from the previous “lore” serve.

This time, the ball “disappeared” before it hit the ground.

Due to broken glasses, Shintaro Midorima temporarily changed a pair.

On the sidelines, Echizen Nanjiro yawned, and then casually glanced at the scars on Midorima’s body.

Kangetsu in the audience looked at Shintaro Midorima and said with a look of contempt.

“Yuta, your brother is not two weeks suke, just lose to that person.”

In any case, to be able to win, Midorima is definitely not simple.

Fuji Yuta gritted his teeth and explained.

“In that battle, the old brother did not go all out, and it was not a loss at all.” _

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