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

Boom——! !

"30-0!"

...

Boom——! !

"40-0!"

...

Boom——! !

"5-0! Sun, Oshitari!"

...

In a blink of an eye.

Oshitari Yuushi and Xiangri played five rounds in a row,

The first to get the match point.

"Hyotei!!"

"Hyotei!!"

"Hyotei!!"

at this time.

Hyotei cheers all around the court.

The other members of the tennis school watching the game were completely dumbfounded.

"This, this is Hyotei's unilateral murder!"

"Since when did Seigaku become so trashy?? He can't even win a game?"

"Didn't you see it? Seigaku's doubles combination is not a golden combination, so it's natural to lose, right?"

"That's what I said, but at the beginning of the game, it wasn't Seigaku who attacked wildly! Why is the ending completely different?"

"That Kikumaru, the rhythm is completely out of order, and the Momoshiro he is partnering with also doesn't know how to cooperate at all."

"It's no wonder that this half-assembled combination of doubles can win!"

Discussions from various tennis teams have already sounded.

Many teams that had lost to Seigaku looked at Seigaku with a hint of schadenfreude.

doubles two has only started thirty minutes.

The situation on the field has begun to fall.

Not only was it a good slap in the face for Seigaku.

It also highlights how strong Hyotei is today.

on court.

Kikumaru and Momoshiro gasped heavily.

The sweat on his forehead dripped continuously on the ground of the court.

"Damn it, I'm almost exhausted, that guy just started sweating."

"The information given by coach Ryūzaki clearly shows that Xiang Ri's physical fitness is relatively poor."

"The information is completely inconsistent!"

"From just now to the present, he used the lunar surface to turn over, not twenty times, but nineteen times!"

"But judging by his appearance, he doesn't seem to feel tired at all!"

"Where is this Xiangri's physical fitness? It's surprisingly good!"

Kikumaru groaned inwardly.

Taocheng on the side was also a little confused.

From the beginning of the game, they followed Ryūzaki Sumire's tactics, constantly consuming Xianghi's physical energy.

Didn't care much about the score.

The purpose is to exhaust Xiang Ri's physical energy first, and then play two against one to reverse the score.

can now.

Just thirty minutes.

Not only was Xiangri's physical energy not consumed.

The score has also reached the match point.

Lost points and embarrassment.

Even more desperate.

At this moment, Kikumaru is sweating so much, his physical fitness is obviously not enough.

The game that was originally set for Hyotei is now on its own.

Cocoon yourself.

Now it is themselves who are caught in two-on-one.

"Hey, hey, Kikumaru, dance again~"

"Didn't you jump very high at the beginning, and you targeted me very hard!"

"Why are you the one who can't jump now?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Xiang Ri's tone was slightly teasing, and it came from the opposite side.

The smell of gunpowder is full.

Kikumaru, who heard this, was quite bitter in his heart and could not refute.

After all, in order to stimulate Xiang Ri just now, let him use the moon surface to turn over, he was the first to provocate Xiang Ri.

Now being provoked by others, no matter how angry I am, I can only bear it obediently.

What's more, his body is already very bad now.

I can feel it myself.

"I'm so thirsty..."

"Water...water..."

"I'm starting to feel dizzy..."

Kikumaru looked at the center line of the net.

It feels like the whole net is shaking.

Immediately afterwards,

His hands and feet began to go numb, and his mouth became parched.

He kept swallowing his saliva.

Kikumaru understands.

This is a symptom of moderate dehydration.

He really wanted to hold on for a while and stand to the end, but his body no longer allowed it.

next second.

His eyes went black.

Boom——! !

The sound of falling to the ground sounded.

"Kikumaru-senpai!!"

Momoshiro Takeshi yelled and ran over to check on Kikumaru.

On the opposite side, Sunken and Oshitari Yuushi saw the situation and stopped their attack.

Oshitari Yuushi walked to the net and took a look at Kikumaru before speaking.

"The face is pale, the limbs are sweaty, and the lips are bloodless."

"It's moderately dehydrated."

"Don't look at it, he has no way to continue the game."

"Hurry up and take him to the infirmary."

Hearing Oshitari Yuushi's words, Momoshiro turned to look at him in astonishment.

That look was clearly asking "how do you know".

"stop looking."

"Yuushi is from a medical family and won't lie to you."

Xiang Hi explained for Oshitari Yuushi.

Only then did Taocheng understand.

Quickly leaned over and put Kikumaru on his back, and after saying "thank you" to Oshitari Yuushi, he rushed towards the infirmary.

Because of Kikumaru's physical condition, Seigaku's doubles two had to abstain.

Ryūzaki Sumire's face darkened again, and she muttered to herself.

"Liu Liqiu's information cannot be wrong."

"And Mukahi Gakuto's weakness in physical strength is no secret."

"The only possibility is that the problem is their coach."

She turned her gaze to the man in a suit sitting on the coach chair next door.

He is Hyotei's god coach.

"Ok?"

Sensing that he seemed to be being watched, Coach Shen turned his head and met Ryūzaki Sumire's eyes.

It was a pair of eyes full of doubts.

To this.

Coach God couldn't help but smile, and said.

"Coach Ryūzaki is very busy recently, and he has started to collect player information from other schools."

"Where is it, isn't it because there is information and it is still lost?"

"So, I was just going to ask Coach Ryūzaki, whoever collected the information and gave you outdated information, you still have to be careful, Coach Ryūzaki."

"Outdated information?"

Ryūzaki Sumire was taken aback when she heard it.

This information was collected by Liuliqiu Middle-School during the friendly match yesterday. How could it be outdated?

What is this guy talking about?

"Heh, thank you anyway, Coach Ryūzaki."

"Oh? Thank you for what?"

Ryūzaki frowned, his curiosity was aroused by the god coach, and he turned to ask.

"Thank you for kicking Chen Fan out of the Seigaku school team."

Coach Shen smiled, and pointed to Chen Fan who was watching the game outside the iron net.

"If you hadn't kicked Chen Fan out of the Seigaku school team, he wouldn't have come to Hyotei to fix all the weaknesses of our players."

"Including the shortcoming of Xiangri's weak physical fitness, he also repaired it."

"Otherwise, Xiang Ri would be exhausted today."

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Coach Shen couldn't help laughing out loud, his posture had a hint of successful revenge.

That's right.

God coach also hates Sumire Ryūzaki very much.

At the meeting held by the major tennis coaches, this woman's various attitudes of relying on the old and pretending to be smart have long made the god coach dissatisfied.

Now with the matter of Chen Fan, Ryūzaki Sumire is very angry, and she is very relieved.

"Chen Fan?!"

"Help you fix your weaknesses?"

"Just because of that trash who hasn't played for a year?"

"how is this possible!"

Ryūzaki Sumire's face was full of disbelief after hearing the words of God's coach.

She looked out of the iron fence again, and Chen Fan was looking at her with a mocking face.

present.

Ryūzaki Sumire believed a little bit about God's coach.

After all, repairing weaknesses has nothing to do with one's own tennis level.

Even if Chen Fan hasn't played tennis for a year, his tennis level is ruined.

But the theoretical knowledge of repairing weaknesses is a lip service.

Chen Fan is really likely to do it.

after all.

A year ago, Chen Fan was already a national level tennis player.

"Chen Fan!"

"Chen Fan!"

"It's Chen Fan again!!"

"Why are you everywhere!"

Gritting her teeth, Ryūzaki glared at Chen Fan with stern eyes, hoping that Chen Fan would disappear soon.

"Because of being kicked out of the school team, you deliberately helped Hyotei fix his weaknesses, and wanted Hyotei to win, so you came to add trouble to me?"

"Hmph! Dreaming!"

"Do you really think I didn't hold back?"

Ryūzaki Sumire sneered.

stand up.

Walked towards the long table of the competition committee.

(ps: begging for data, begging for data)