Kick Me Out Of Seishun And Go To Hyotei As A Tennis Mercenary

"This time, maybe I will change history."

Fuji smiled and looked at Chen Fan with squinted eyes, with a gentle tone.

The current score obviously gave him a lot of confidence.

"Changing history?"

"Maybe……………"

Chen Fan smiled slightly.

At this moment, there was an imperceptible playfulness in his eyes.

"Then...it's my serve bureau..."

While Chen Fan was talking, the pupils in his eyes began to shrink slightly.

Golden pupils began to appear.

The erect pupils are as sharp as the eyes of an eagle.

Fuji's figure is reflected in the pupils.

next second.

Fuji's body jerked.

"What... what's going on..."

There was a little surprise in Fuji's eyes, because he couldn't help but feel that he was taking a little time to develop.

Just now.

With just one look from Chen Fan, he felt something was wrong.

Do not know why.

I always feel that I have been seen through by Chen Fan.

The more Fuji thought about it, the more startled he became, and he took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Staring at Chen Fan, trying to open the [Pupil of Heart], paying attention to Chen Fan's every move.

With a match point in hand, you can win the game with just one point.

It is Chen Fan who should be nervous.

But at this moment, Fuji didn't dare to relax at all, as if the situation of the two had been reversed.

"Just took a look at your style of play."

"Both offense and defense, take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack. Master the initiative everywhere". "

"This is a bit more refined than your previous backhand or offensive style of play.

"Know how to create opportunities for yourself, Fuji."

"It seems that you, who have experienced the World Championship, have found your own shortcomings.

"It's comforting to me."

Chen Fan's tone was unhurried, admonishing like an elder.

But no one dared to say anything at the scene, because Chen Fan has this qualification,

we can even say.

The person who made Fuji is Chen Fan.

Chen Fan is equivalent to the "father" of Fuji's tennis career.

And Tezuka, who was unwilling to be Fuji's "beacon" at the time, was like a "mother".

"I learned a few new skills from your tennis game just now."

"Try to pick it up, Fuji."

Chen Fan's tone seemed to reveal a kind of magic.

Now not only Fuji, but even the audience with the most powerful court are getting nervous.

"Hmm... New skills...... Chen Fan, are you kidding me? In such a short period of time, he has learned new skills???? Or how many?"

"I don't believe others, but he is Chen Fan!! There is still a great possibility."

"Fuji's football skills can already be regarded as geniuses. From genius football skills, you can comprehend new skills? This monster!!"

"evildoer!"

"Don't forget Chen Fan's [Light Hit Ball], that's whoever touches it, whoever dies!"

"Both the general and the ghost have been sent to the ICU...I'm afraid they all have psychological shadows."

The audience talked a lot.

Looking forward to Chen Fan's new skills.

They were engrossed in watching the duel between the two on the court.

...

"This is the first ball, Fuji."

When Fuji hit a lob, Chen Fan's body appeared in midair.

The raised racquet blocks the harsh sunlight.

"boom!!"

The batting sounded.

Fuji's heart was also tense to the extreme.

His eyes were fixed on the tennis ball.

But when I looked up, I couldn't see the ball!

Chen Fan's shadow is blocking!!

"calm!"

Fuji comforted himself.

Quickly thinking about countermeasures in my heart.

Twisting around, Fuji listened.

"..."

The whirling sound of tennis balls reached Fuji's ears clearly.

"`|| Got it!!! Right!!"

Fuji quickly ran towards the blind corner on the right of the court baseline.

However.....

"Boom!!!"

Just after Fuji left from his original position.

Tennis balls pass by his feet.

Fuji froze.

"Why.....Did I hear wrong???"

"No! Impossible!"

"I definitely heard right!!"

"Then why..."

Fuji was very puzzled.

The rotation of the tennis ball just now should fall on the baseline.

"If you rely too much on the wind, you will be deceived by it too, Fuji."

Chen Fan's voice came from the opposite side (Wang Nuo's).

"What are you talking about? Being lied to?"

Fuji looked puzzled.

But soon, he saw Chen Fan's racquet and instantly understood.

"Time difference......"

The sound of the wind is because the ball was not hit at all....."

"Just hit back with the edge of the racquet like me.

"But why......... There will be the sound of hitting the ball..."

"And how can the speed of the ball be so fast!"

Fuji frowned, unable to understand at all.

"The shape of skill, the wind of deceit."

Chen Fan spoke slowly.