I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

Snap!

"Touch the net."

"Game!"

"Japan, 6-6, enter the tiebreak!"

Under the shocked eyes of the US team representatives, Hopkins's shot directly hit the blocking net.

"Another mistake?"

"How many times has this happened?"

"What on earth is Mr. Hopkins doing?"

Outside the court.

The fans of the US team stared at each other, no one knew why Hopkins, who was so brave and suppressed his opponent just now, suddenly made frequent mistakes.

"Vice-captain"

Elvis was also confused.

He never thought that the vice-captain, who was almost invincible in his heart, would look so embarrassed. On the other hand, the high school student wearing glasses on the opposite side seemed to be at ease.

"What?"

As if he had noticed Elvis's gaze, Irie turned his head and looked at him meaningfully: "Do you also want to feel that wonderful feeling?"

Swish!

Immediately.

Elvis changed his face.

The face that was originally extremely heroic had a bit of paleness. The hand holding the racket shook instinctively. He seemed to realize that his reaction was a bit embarrassing, so he quickly tightened the racket, but in the eyes of others, he looked even more guilty.

"It's over."

Seeing this, Balentin, Obondu and other American players lamented in their hearts.

Hopkins was confused.

Elvis didn't even have the courage to fight.

Although the game was still going on, they had already seen the end of the American team.

Bang!

Sure enough.

A moment later, as Irie scored a chip shot, the referee said: "The first set is over, the Japanese team won, the score was 7-6!"

The referee's voice was like a nightmare, shattering the last glimmer of hope for the American team.

Then.

The game seemed to have completely entered garbage time.

The American team repeated the situation at the beginning of the first set, losing points one-sidedly. Until 0-5 behind, Elvis was panting, and Hopkins still couldn't recover his mind.

"Did he really fall into the abyss of nightmare?"

Reinhardt clenched his fist subconsciously.

This game was the one he valued the most. If he could not take the lead and establish an advantage, the probability of the US team winning would not even be 40%.

Therefore.

He arranged Hopkins, who was second only to him in strength in the team. Unexpectedly, the opponent was completely restrained by Irie and entered the terrible world of consciousness created by the opponent.

"Alan, your will should not be so fragile. Come on, let me see your determination!"

Reinhardt thought silently in his heart.

No one knows better than him how powerful this No.2 of the US team is. The tennis with surgical style is so powerful that others can't imagine it.

And.

He also fully believes that as a doctor, the opponent's mental will will never be so easily confused by the opponent.

"Wake up!"

"Let them see the spirit and will of the American team!"

Bang!

The next moment.

Under the surprised eyes of others, Hopkins really completed the counterattack. At the same time, his sharp aura reappeared, and it was more fierce than before!

"Vice Captain!!!"

Elvis shouted excitedly.

"I'm sorry to have worried you."

Hopkins spoke with a bit of apology, and his eyes were indeed brighter than before. Obviously, after breaking through the nightmare blockade, his mental strength was sublimated.

Turning his head.

He locked his eyes on his opponent: "What a terrible person, such a person in the nightmare field is actually unknown in the Japanese team."

At this time, Hopkins was very shocked.

Only by truly experiencing the dreamlike and confusing nightmare world can you know how powerful the person in front of you is.

However.

Even such a person is not even in the top five of the top combat power of the Japanese team. The more he knows, the more he can understand Reinhardt's despair.

"So. We must not lose this game!"

Thinking of this, he made a desperate decision with his clear mind.

"Awesome."

At this time, Irie on the opposite side said with emotion: "You are worthy of being the second-in-command of the American team. You can actually come out of that world."

When he spoke, his face was full of ease.

It seemed that he didn't take the opponent's breakthrough seriously at all.

"Arrogant guy!"

Elvis pointed his racket at an angle and said in a deep voice: "Your trick has been cracked, and you are still talking nonsense here."

In his opinion, the competition between the two high school students was obviously won by his predecessors. In the next match, as long as Hopkins fully exerts his original level, they will definitely win.

"Really?"

Hearing his opponent's words, Irie laughed. Then, under the surprised eyes of others, he turned his head and glanced at the silver-blue-haired boy behind him: "Nio, it's time to give them the last blow."

Nio?

Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

No matter how you look at it, this game is no longer a junior high school student who can decide the outcome, right? Yes, Elvis looks quite arrogant, but no one takes his seemingly arrogant behavior seriously.

Because from the beginning, the outcome of this game was a duel between high school students.

Buzz!

However.

What shocked everyone was.

When Irie finished speaking, Niou suddenly released a milky white cyclone. What was even more surprising was that this cyclone seemed to have some kind of magic, connecting with Irie's momentum.

Immediately.

Between the two of them, there was actually some extremely strange energy ripples and fluctuations.

"This is."

Seeing the state of the two Japanese team members, Hopkins seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes suddenly widened: "Synchronize?!"

"Hiss!"

Outside the court, there were also sounds of gasps.

Synchronize?

The miracle of doubles?

The Japanese team actually has this terrible trick hidden? !

In an instant.

All those who thought that the American team could still turn defeat into victory, their thoughts in their hearts completely collapsed at this time.

"Damn, I actually forgot this"

Reinhardt subconsciously clenched his fists.

His attention was completely attracted by Niou's phantom and Irie's nightmare moves. But he forgot that the Japanese boy could completely phantom into his own player.

For example, at this time.

Niou's phantom became Irie's appearance, and there was a certain degree of synchronization between the two.

Bang!

Finally.

When Irie's smash penetrated the opponent's defense, the referee's voice sounded: "The second set is over, the Japanese team won, the score is 6-0!"

"The doubles 2 game is over."

"The Japanese team won, the score is 7-6, 6-0!"

Starting from the second round, the number of sets in each game has increased to more than three sets. The finals reached the level of five sets and three wins, which is undoubtedly a very strict test of the players' physical fitness.

However.

In this first game, the Japanese team still handed in a satisfactory answer. Especially Irie, he attracted the attention of a lot of people.

The players responsible for collecting intelligence from each team listed this person as a key observation object. Of course, there is also Niou's phantom and the ability to synchronize with anyone.

This undoubtedly greatly enhances the strength of the Japanese team's doubles.

"Sorry, Ralph, we"

On the other side.

Hopkins and Elvis, who lost the game, lowered their heads in guilt after returning to the team.

"It's okay, you tried your best."

Reinhardt waved his hand.

He watched the whole game. It was normal for Hopkins and the others to lose the game. First, they did not have information about Irie, and second, they underestimated Niou's threat.

But in this way.

The next game for the US team became difficult. Their comprehensive strength was already a level lower than their opponents, and there was no room for error.

"Chico, Dudu."

After comforting his players and waiting for Hopkins and Elvis to leave, Reinhardt turned around and looked at the other two people he trusted the most: "The next game will be handed over to you two."

"Don't worry, Ralph."

The brown-haired young man with a bun came forward with a smile. It was Chico Balentin, the most promising new generation of high school players on the US team.

"We must win this game."

Another black young man with a broom head, Dudu Obondu, also spoke firmly.

The two of them ranked 3rd and 4th in the US team. They were arranged in doubles 1 after Reinhardt and Hopkins, which shows how much Reinhardt valued this game.

Originally, in his plan, Hopkins won one victory. Then let Obondu and Balentin ensure the realization of the second victory. Finally, he knocked the final blow.

It's a pity.

Hopkins lost the first game.

In this situation, they were actually forced into a desperate situation. Because according to the rules, in the remaining four games of the US team, two singles will be played by junior high school students.

However, the strongest Elvis has already lost. The remaining junior high school students are even less likely to be opponents of the high school students on the opposite side.

"I hope. Their list for doubles is the same as ours."

Reinhardt thought silently in his heart.

Only in this way can the US team have a chance to ensure victory in the lineup.

"Next, the doubles 1 game is about to start."

At this time, the referee's voice sounded: "The US team representatives Dudu Obondo (high 3) and Chico Balentin (high 1) vs. the Japanese team representatives Tokugawa Kazuya (high 2) and Maori Jusaburo (high 1)."

"Please prepare both players!"

The voice fell.

The eyes of the American team turned to the direction of the Japanese team, the two tall young men.

"Huh"

Seeing the list arranged by the opponent, Reinhardt breathed a sigh of relief.

This is good news.

Not only did the opponent arrange two high school students to play doubles, but the names of Byodoin, Oni, Duke and Taneshima were not included.

This means that in the next list of the Japanese team, in addition to Ishikawa, there will be a junior high school student left.

In this way.

As long as the US team can win two of the remaining games, there is still a possibility of winning the last junior high school match.

"Let's go, Chico."

Obondu, who also realized this, turned his head and looked at his partner.

"Okay."

Barentin nodded with a smile.

He was born with an optimistic personality, which allowed him to perform at a normal level even when his team was in an absolutely disadvantageous situation.

At the same time.

It was precisely because of this personality that Reinhardt deliberately trained him. The purpose was to allow him to lead the US team to participate in the next World Cup in two years.

"Tokugawa Kazuya of the Japanese team? Mori Jusaburo?"

After the two left, Reinhardt narrowed his eyes. He subconsciously glanced in the direction of the Japanese team, but found that the other team's head coach was actually leaning on the chair and fell asleep.

"Well, this is really..."

He felt a little indignant, but more helpless.

If he had such a top-level lineup of players, he would probably not take his opponent seriously.

Thinking of this.

He looked more at the column on the scoreboard about the age information of the two people: "So, is this doubles match to train their own players?"

If this is true, then the Japanese team is too arrogant. However, Reinhardt was more grateful. It was because of the arrogance of the opponent that they had a chance to win.

Thinking of this.

He was about to retract his gaze, but at this moment, as if he felt something, Reinhardt subconsciously turned his head and looked in a certain direction.

"That person!"

The one who met his eyes was none other than the captain of the Japanese team, who was also the player he feared the most, Ishikawa Shin.

At this time.

The other party seemed to be polite and nodded to him with a smile. However, Reinhardt, who was very perceptive, felt some deep meaning from the other party's eyes.

"What does he mean?"

"Could it be that these two high school students are not ordinary players?"

Suddenly.

Such a thought suddenly popped up in Reinhard's mind.

Immediately, he turned his head sharply and looked at the two Japanese team representatives on the court again: "Tokugawa Kazuya. Mori Jusaburo."

He tried to see something special from the two. But the two looked no different from ordinary players.

They didn't look like a special type of player.

"I'm probably overthinking."

Reinhardt shook his head secretly.

Losing the first game doubled his pressure. Therefore, he lost his usual calmness when thinking. Moreover, when he saw his own players again, his eyes calmed down.

"Yeah, with the strength of Dudu and Chico, there will definitely be no problem in this game."

The strength of the two players on the American team is also top-notch among high school students. In singles, they are not inferior to non-professional players, and if it is doubles, the two people with tacit understanding can burst out even more terrible power.

"Don't think too much, Ralph."

Thinking of this, Reinhardt comforted himself in his heart: "There is absolutely no possibility of losing this game!"