I Never Hang Up When I Play Tennis

As soon as you enter the door, you will find a lot of training facilities, tall buildings, and many net courts, which are quite spectacular.

There are also many high school students.

"My name is Makoto Takamura, Makoto's Makoto.

"Of course, it's better not to call me Brother Cheng, I will kill.

Takamura laughed.

Everyone looked at Takamura dully.

Originally, they were practicing as usual, but as a result, they were chatting and bragging about playing ball, and accidentally, the door collapsed.

Then, the alarm went off.

is the enemy.

"Why, no one welcomes me~?" Takamura smiled.

That smile made the timid panic and almost fell to the ground.

Enemies who can blast through the door are not something they can deal with with their little arms and calves.

"Don't be complacent." One gritted his teeth.

Play with courage.

Takamura is just a glance.

Mental oppression.

Endless panic hits.

It was death, it was despair, it was darkness.

"Hmm." In an instant, the person who came came frothed and collapsed to the ground.

"This is not hospitality." Takamura smiled.

"Next. 35

Everyone is terrified.

They watched with all their might, and their companions were directly defeated without scoring a single goal.

Just kidding, enemies of this level can be dealt with by these little fish and shrimp?

The army is about the same.

What? The First Army hasn't returned yet?

Then wait, it's none of my business.

So, a group of people watch their nose and mouth watch their hearts, and all of them can't hear them.

"Light batting, and mental school. 35 left-behind coach Kikuchi Kazuki also came.

Well, it's actually an assistant coach, and the official coach has gone to France to participate in the World Cup with the team.

But it doesn't matter, the official coaches have all gone, so the remaining coaching assistants, Kikuchi and Shu, aren't they the coaches?

No problem.

Seeing the scene created by Takamura, Kikuchi and Ki knew that this was a strong enemy.

Immediately take a breath. Contributed to cooling down in summer.

"It is only revealed that no one is an opponent except the top five of the first army. 99

The only ones left behind are the ghosts who have the strength to stop them.

Intelligence is not enough.

So--

Kikuchi and Shu's eyes flickered.

Immediately take out the radio contact.

"Ito, Oni Mai, you guys, go and fight first.""

Try to consume the enemy's stamina and try to detect information as much as possible. Even if they can't do it, as long as they can consume the enemy's energy, then Ito, Oni Mai and the others will play a role.

Oh shit.

The two of Ito almost cursed their mothers.

Of course they knew what Kikuchi and the tree meant.

Isn't that just being a cannon fodder?

Looking at Takamura's half-smiling expression, the two of them trembled and pretended not to hear.

According to a certain Heisei death house: If I had to sacrifice my life, then the country would be better off dead.

Although I don't have to pay with my life now, it is very likely that I will pay for my tennis career. Worst of all, it's very possible to stay in bed for a few months.

The two of them, Ito, are already in their third year of high school.

As a high school student before Japan's golden age, his strength and mentality are in line with Japan's positioning.

Inexperienced players.

There is no great talent, and no great ambition.

Anyway, in a few months, I will be 17 years old and be kicked out of U17.

So why not mess around?

What's the benefit of going up now? The benefit of being beaten to a hospital bed?

Whoever loves to go, I don't go anyway.

The two of Ito looked puzzled.

I can't understand the order, and I don't know what Kikuchi and Shu are saying.

The angry Kikuchi Kazuki cursed the Heisei trash.

There is absolutely no domineering of the Zhaohe man.

So, Takamura and many u17 members stared at each other for 5 minutes.

"Did you come?" Takamura breathed.

This year's U17 is not good, everyone has been slapped in the face, and no one has come.

"Or say, Japan U17, it's all trash. 35

Takamura provocatively.

However, in front of him, there is still no one to fight, and his face is expressionless.

Well, exclude the blushing ears.

In the front court, all are second graders and third graders.

Like Ito, they are both underachievers.

is the normal level of the Japanese team.

Nor does it have the spirit of the golden age.

"Who dares to come to u17 to run wild?"9

Finally, came the master.

aggressive.

No. 5 court guard, senior year, Yamano Yuta.

Seeing the broken door, Yamano Yuta's eyes changed greatly.

"So, the opponent this time is you?" Takamura said.

Ghost? Obviously not.

Irie?

No, it's too different from the actor's appearance.

OK, I don't know.

Except for Ghost and Irie, the rest, whocare.

Yamano Yuta hesitated, pretending not to hear.

The gap is too big, since it is no use to go up, why does he still go up?

...... Ask for Flowers

Leave it for a useful body, and think about the opponent's challenge in the future to avenge today's revenge.

"Cut, so you didn't dare to go up.

Takamura said disappointedly.

I thought it was an expert. Impressive.

result……

wilted.

Yamano shrank.

Others are coming.

They are the strongest among the younger generation in Japan.

Now being slapped in the face, I have to teach Takamura a lesson.

As a result, wait until the goal is knocked down when a ball is heard.

One by one, either the stomach hurts, or the foot slips and the foot is crooked.

Or simply appear to be full force, but in fact it is slow.

Kikuchi and the tree :('vir

I am so hard.

Mifune head coach, Byōdōin Hōō, where are you?

Of course, there are also people who know that they are defeated, but also stop them.

They are all first graders, the golden generation of Japan.

Compared with the second and third grades, light heart, qi, and courage are not the same level.

Takamura and others were bored and went straight in.

"Hurry up, stop him, absolutely can't let him go deep inside. Kikuchi and the tree fire are rushing.

Unfortunately, no one listened to him.

The U17s of Nova University, and the tennis geniuses who are at least the second year of high school, watched Takamura in depth. as if no one was there,

Fortunately, not everyone is a coward.

There is still blood.

Matsudaira Chikahiko.

No. 4 court leader.

Earth-shattering Tennis Robot

"Don't think about the past." Matsudaira Chikahiko said heavily.

Takamura glanced coldly, Matsudaira Chikahiko's scalp tingling.

But still muster the courage, serve, and challenge Takamura.

Not to defeat Takamura, just to steal Takamura's intelligence, or even just to consume Takamura's physical strength.

Get ready for the final battle of the ghosts.

"remarkably brave.

"However, the strength is too weak.

Takamura counterattacked easily.

Matsudaira Chikahiko sighed in amazement.

The gap is too big.

Matsudaira Chikahiko does not give up and serves again.

"Good, but still too slow.

The air vibrated, and the speed almost surpassed the human body's limit, and slammed into Matsudaira Chikahiko's body. Blast Matsudaira Chikahiko away.

After struggling several times, Matsudaira Chikahiko did not stand up and fainted.