I Never Hang Up When I Play Tennis

"Echizen Ryoga, he is Echizen Ryoga.""

Over time, word of Echizen Ryoga finally spread.

Everyone who heard the news of Echizen Ryoga was surprised.

Shenlong is the second middle school student in the world, and it is also the most mysterious one.

"That doesn't mean the first and second games in the world?" Someone exclaimed.

"Yes, although he is a middle school student, but looking at the intensity of the national competition, this is definitely a professional-level competition."

"Also, it's a rare match even at the professional level.

"Si Guoyi, isn't that a big profit?

People were talking.

Although there are people who doubt the strength of Echizen Ryoga, there are many people who are looking forward to it.

"Okay, Makoto Takamura and Echizen Ryoga," scouts from all over the world made preparations as if they had played chicken blood, and many of them immediately reported to the country to let them watch the live broadcast.

This is the best chance to learn about Makoto Takamura and Echizen Ryoga intelligence.

In the end is Makoto Takamura stronger, defending his world No. 1 throne, or Echizen Ryoga's explosive strength, the following grams, won the first place.

All are interested.

Even the unwilling three Mifūne Nyudō three.

More people want to know whether the two who are called the strongest junior high school students in the world are worthy of their name or exaggerated.

Immediately, we will know.

"Hey, this is Heinkerts, contact Polk right away... well, I was right.

Europe and the like are okay, the game time is in the afternoon, and Europe is in the morning.

Polk, Amadeus, etc., stopped training for a while, and wanted to see if the mysterious Echizen Ryoga could force Makoto Takamura out of his full power.

"Echizen Ryoga." Spain, Medanore was overjoyed.

If Echizen Ryoga can absorb Makoto Takamura's ability, there is no doubt that Spain will lose one strong enemy.

If Echizen Ryoga is pulled into the Spanish team again, then add himself, then the bottom two wins will be guaranteed. As long as there is one more strong point, Spain will definitely win the championship.

"Ryoga, don't let me down."

Europe can also say that the time is right, and the United States is miserable.

In the afternoon in Japan, it is the dark night in the United States. In the middle of the night, the phone beeps.

Reinhardt, the U17 captain of the United States, was resting on the bed and was sleeping soundly.

After a day of training, he was too tired.

Jingle, Jingle, helpless, Reinhardt can only leave the warm bed.

"Hey.

Then, like clockwork, Reinhardt quickly turned on the computer and connected directly.

Reinhardt is fine, but when he is young, the American head coach is miserable.

The nearly 70-year-old old man got up in the middle of the night and was harassed by his mobile phone for a few minutes, fearing that he would lose his birthday.

Especially the clanking mobile phone, in the middle of the night, almost hooked up the head coach's heart attack.

Also, the job of a head coach is not something ordinary people can do.

Japan, outside the stadium, in a Rolls-Royce car, Atobe looked out the window boredly, in a bad mood, he lost again.

Sudden. The phone rings.

"Come on, Minister, the duel between Makoto Takamura and Echizen Ryoga. 55

Echizen Ryoga?

In an instant, Atobe stood up immediately, and with a thud, hit the roof of the car.

A big bulge on the head.

"Ouch," Atobe scratched his head, no longer looking like a noble boy.

It hurts.

"Stop, go back.

driver:

Young master, this is Tokyo, or the city center, or a one-way street.

The driver is silent, at most silent parking.

Atobe simply got off the car and hurried back to the net court.

"are you crazy."

"Hey, I don't care if I bump into you."

Leaving a lot of yelling.

Akutsu also received the news, was running around the street at a speed of 120 mph, and hurried back.

Cross the road from time to time, or jump over the guardrail.

"Idiot, can you watch the road?"

"***, the slut is courting death." 5

For Akutsu, no one is used to it.

"Huhu, it doesn't seem to have started."

Atobe hurriedly hurried, and finally arrived.

After 20 minutes, the game officially started.

"Echizen Ryoga, I've wanted to fight you for a long time," Takamura said.

"Really? I'm looking forward to it too." Ryoga shrugged.

After a long absence, the blood is burning in the body.

To be honest, if there are people of his age who can pressure him, in addition to the future Echizen Ryoma, I am afraid there is only Makoto Takamura in front of him.

・・・ Flowers・

One, perhaps an opponent whose strength is still higher than him at this stage, a peer of the same age.

"You serve first," Ryoga said.

"Just when I let you.

The plundering ability, the opponent does not show his power, how does he activate the Echizen Ryoga?

Takamura:6699

Well, this fiery expression and tone, sure, and Echizen Ryoma are real brothers.

Closer than a brother.

Taking a closer look at Ryoga's light-hearted look, as well as the sluggish look that is in the same vein as Echizen Ryoma, Takamura has a new idea.

Seriously fight, next time.

"Well, since that's the case, let's deal with you first.

Takamura said.

The intellectual brain activates, controls the cells of the whole body with super computing power, and enhances its own strength by 10 times or 20 times according to a specific method.

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Scan the air, the temperature, the tennis ball... Feel yourself, put a powerful force into it, and inject it into a spin.

Toss the ball, take off lightly.

Swing.

Touch, the sound is loud.

The tennis ball flew quickly, fell to the ground, and rebounded directly.

"Fix me, do you really think you can win?" Ryoga smirked.

He admits that Takamura is really strong, and he also feels a lot of pressure.

However, his ability is stronger and stronger.

(I would love to see how you fail.)

Echizen Ryoga ran to the spot and waved back.

and many more.

Echizen Ryoga felt that danger.

The body trembled again and told him that the ball could not be received, absolutely not.

hide.

Echizen Ryoga tried to dodge, but the tennis ball accelerated and collided with racquet.

Click.

Loud sound, Echizen Ryoga shoots directly, racquet dances in the air.

Touch, the tennis ball flew to the sky and never fell for a long time.

Only Echizen Ryoga, holding his left hand.

Broken left hand.

Echizen Ryoga, is left-handed.

15:0.

"You lost," Takamura said.

Echizen Ryoga stared at Takamura, half-dead.

Good guy, really good guy.

Thinking that he had been through hundreds of battles, he was actually overcast by Takamura.

He didn't show his strength at all, so he was beaten by a single blow?