I Never Hang Up When I Play Tennis

"Oh, it seems that I came just in time." The indifferent voice came from Makoto Takamura who did not know when.

"Hello, my name is Makoto Takamura."

"Brother Makoto's Makoto, of course, it's best not to call me Makoto." Takamura made a joke.

"Otherwise I will kill."

"It's you!" Yukimura's eyes narrowed.

The name came to mind.

If at the beginning, Yukimura thought that Makoto Takamura surrendered without a fight, then after the incident of Tezuka, he did not dare to underestimate the same opponent.

"Your intention."

"Play a game with me."

"That Tezuka, I'll play against my opponent first, don't you mind? It just so happens that you can rest and play again later." Makoto Takamura waved his hand.

Tezuka nodded silently, not at all curious that the other party knew his name.

For Tezuka, there are not many things that can surprise him other than tennis.

"Makoto Takamura, 12 years old."

"Seiichi Yukimura, 12 years old."

"Then, I'll be the referee." Sanada's face was gloomy.

"Makoto Takamura? Let me see your strength."

Makoto Takamuravs Seiichi Yukimura, the set ends.

"Front or back?" Takamura asked.

"casual.""

"Then I'll come first." Takamura smiled.

"Okay." Yukimura said calmly.

In fact, he was on full alert.

Takamura serve.

Takamura reached out, tapped the tennis ball, tossed the ball gently, and jerked his legs, from elbow to wrist to racquet, all in one go.

bump.

What?

Yukimura was shocked.

Now, Yukimura's expression is w(?д?)w

what is that?

No way.

Tezuka and Sanada also changed their faces.

Just now, they didn't see anything.

Did not see tennis. Nothing was seen.

Just feel the airflow drifting by, the airflow from the high-speed movement of the ball.

"Could it be..."

The three of them looked into the distance at the same time.

A tennis ball was lying quietly behind Yukimura.

Gollum.

The three of Tezuka swallowed, only to feel numbness in their hands and feet.

This serve, can I receive it myself?

After thinking for a while, Tezuka shook his head.

Impossible, it's too fast, I can't even see it, how can I connect to serve.

"The referee, can you award points?" Gao Ze asked.

"Uh, yes. Ace, 15-0." Sanada shook his hand fiercely, his voice trembling.

Ace ball refers to the serve in which one of the two sides serves, the ball falls in the effective area, but the other side does not touch the ball and makes it directly score the serve.

(Much faster than my Swift as the wind. No, my Swift as the wind, will one day be able to reach this ball speed? Maybe the imaginary Thunder can...)

Sanada was heartbroken.

At the same time, he also looked at Yukimura worriedly.

He worries about Yukimura's situation.

Yukimura is not Sanada, Sanada has been hit by Yukimura all the time and is used to being hit.

But Yukimura, perhaps, is the first time he's seen the crush of his peers.

"Next, I'm going to continue serving." Gao Ze said slowly.

For Yukimura and others, Takamura is not worried at all.

As the son of God who will be in the world of football in the future, if you can't stand the pressure at all, then you should go home early.

Khan, unknowingly left behind.

"Calm down, I want to calm down, I must see his serve clearly." Yukimura thought to himself.

Then, quickly retreat to the baseline, so that you have more distance to observe the ball.

Concentrate and keep an eye on Takamura's movements.

Those eyes that can see through the essence of all tricks, activate them with all their strength.

Shoot, shoot, Yukimura's heart started to tremble with Takazawa's movements.

After all, she is only a primary school student, and she has not been baptized in middle school for three years, let alone received U17 training. At this time, Yukimura is far from mature.

Toss, jump, swing, all in one go.

bump.

30 to 0.

Didn't see, still didn't see anything.

...

Touch, 40 to 0.

No, I can't see anything but the sound.

"It's the match point, you have to take your chances," Takamura said.

Yukimura clenched the racquet.

bump.

1 to 0.

Unsurprisingly, 4 goals in a row left Yukimura unresponsive.

"Yukimura." Sanada worried.

"Makoto Takamura." Tezuka clenched his fists. Excited.

He was looking forward, looking forward to the fight against Makoto Takamura.

"Hey, calm down, Seiichi Yukimura, calm down, isn't this the scene you've been looking forward to? A showdown with a powerful enemy. Why be afraid, why tremble? You can't take the opponent's serve, you still have your own serve, everything It's still unknown, calm down, you can do it, calm down."

Yukimura slowly calmed down, and Takamura, who was watching, nodded secretly.

In the end, it is the future son of God, even if he is still young, he has shown a bit of splendor.

"I must do my best."

Yukimura serves at full strength.

"too slow."

(Do you want to defeat him directly? No, let's see the five senses extinction first, and see what level he has cultivated.) Takamura thought.

Takamura fights back.

Although the speed of the ball is fast, it is far from the level that people can't see clearly.

It also made the three of Tezuka breathe a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, Takamura's serve is a skill. If Takamura's return is the same speed, no, even if it's a bit slower, it doesn't need to be played.

I can't even see the ball, and it's a fart. *