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

"Entering the tiebreak!"

"As expected of Atobe, the speed of mentality adjustment is beyond human reach."

Minghu Liang said with some admiration.

"Once you enter the tiebreak tiebreaker, it's Mr. Atobe's world! This is his favorite tiebreak tiebreaker!"

"Come on! Senior Atobe! Let's go!!"

Hiyoshi Wakashi shouted loudly.

"Tch... I'll take it next time... Didn't you take the Chinese class in junior high school well?"

"Who is going to be the one..."

Atobe was not a little happy when he heard Hiyoshi Wakashi cheering.

With keen observation skills, he has already discovered the clues.

"This game has been played for two full hours from the beginning to the present."

"This guy is only sweating slightly? What kind of monster is this?"

"Won't he feel tired?"

Atobe became more and more startled.

"But since I've been dragged into the tiebreaker, I definitely won't lose to you!"

Atobe focused again and kept attacking.

A new round of tug-of-war has reopened.

The two of them are like robots that don't get tired, and they don't have the slightest intention to stop the game.

Another thirty minutes passed.

The sky has completely darkened.

The spotlights on the net court were turned on, instantly illuminating the already dim court.

The surrounding Hyotei members are still watching this more than heart-pounding game.

In the referee's seat.

Otori Cyotaroh looked a little tired, but his eyes were still wide open, for fear of missing a goal.

And on the scoreboard next to him, the score between the two sides has come to 88-87.

Atobe leads by one point.

But the next second.

Boom——! !

The tennis ball passed Atobe's feet in an instant.

Otori Cyotaroh quickly flipped the scoreboard.

"88-88."

Seeing that the score was tied again, the members of the Hyotei Tennis Club couldn't sit still.

"When will this game go on...I want to go home for dinner."

"I also want to go home for dinner, but I don't want to miss this game."

"I didn't expect that Chen Fan is also a monster, his body seems to be inexhaustible."

"Please, whoever wins is fine, end the game quickly!"

"My eyes are blurred, can they still see the ball clearly?"

at the same time.

It wasn't just the Hyotei Tennis Club who were feeling tired about the match.

Even Ryo Mingo, who was selected by Hyotei, and others felt visual fatigue after watching the same tennis match for nearly three hours in a row.

"No! Can't let Atobe continue to fight!"

"Tomorrow is the divisional preliminaries. If the physical and mental strength is consumed a lot tonight, it is hard to guarantee that it will affect tomorrow's game."

Oshitari Yuushi is already ready to call the fight off.

Others don't know Chen Fan's current state, but he understands that Chen Fan's current state is definitely better than Atobe's.

With a racquet like that, backhanded all the time, and weight training wristbands on all four limbs for competition.

After fighting fiercely for three hours wearing a jacket, although I sweat a lot, my breath is still very stable.

Compared with Chen Fan, Atobe is a bit embarrassed now.

There were pools of sweat on his court.

Not to mention the disordered breathing, and the lack of blood on his face, this is a symptom of mild dehydration.

If the game continues, Atobe is doomed to lose.

"Atobe, stop! If we continue the competition, we will have the regional preliminaries tomorrow."

Oshitari Yuushi came to the court and spoke persuasively.

the other side.

Chen Fan froze for a moment when he heard the words of Oshitari Yuushi who suddenly came forward to stop him.

Boom——! !

88-89!

Chen Fan leads again by one point.

"Huh? Why did it stop?"

"My uncle can still play. Tomorrow's sub-regional competition, without my uncle playing, Xiangri and the others can win the game."

"Come on! Continue to fight!"

"It is absolutely impossible for me to lose to Tezuka!"

now.

Atobe has completely regarded Chen Fan as Tezuka.

Winning Tezuka's obsession has kept him going until now.

"Cao..."

"This Atobe has hit this level and still wants to fight?"

"The face is as pale as a dead person, and if the beating continues, he will be admitted to the ICU."

"If this interview accidentally sends Atobe away, that's not okay."

Seeing Atobe's pale face, Chen Fan felt that it was almost the same.

If the main money is lost, it will be difficult to do work.

Moreover, Chen Fan's purpose is to suppress Atobe, and now it seems that the timing is almost the same.

Just end the game straight and simple.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan took out a tennis ball from his pocket again.

Whoosh! !

With a flick of the arm, the tennis ball flew into the air, Chen Fan swung his arm, and the racquet tilted forty-five degrees, a side cut.

The tennis ball flew into Atobe's court with a strong spin.

"It's over! It's starting again! The ball is going towards Atobe's feet again, and the two are going to draw again."

Mingo Liang was quite helpless.

They have seen such a scene many times, and they are already a little numb.

"How long will this game last..."

Hiyoshi Wakashi is also inevitably a little irritable.

"Aren't they tired? I'm tired of watching."

Mukahi Gakuto was crying, he really didn't want to watch the boring tiebreak tiebreaker anymore.

"Huh? Why are they still playing games?"

behind.

Ci Lang rubbed his sleepy eyes, he had already woken up from a nap, unexpectedly he was still beating.

However.

Just when everyone looked tired and thought that the score between the two was about to be evened again.

rustle——

The tennis ball didn't bounce after it landed, it kept friction and spinning, and then rolled towards the net.

After seeing the ball, all the people present were stunned and opened their mouths wide.

The group was dumbfounded.

"Type Zero...serve..."

Atobe froze in place, his face full of shock.

The scoreboard was flipped by Chotaro again.

90-88!

"Than... the game is over..."

"The score is 7-6, Chen Fan wins!"

Otori Cyotaroh couldn't believe that the game ended so suddenly.

silence.

No one spoke in the entire court.

After a long time.

Many members of the Hyotei Tennis Club breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's over!!! It's finally over!"

"This game is really stinky and long!"

"President Atobe actually lost?"

"That Chen Fan is so strong, no wonder President Atobe is willing to spend 10 million to hire him."

"With the addition of Chen Fan, our Hyotei will definitely win the national championship this year!"

"I really don't know how President Atobe found this monster. It looks about the same age as us."

 …

After winning the game.

Hyotei's other ordinary members have all left.

Only a few of Hyotei's top picks are left.

Atobe took two sips of the water offered by Birch, and his complexion improved a bit.

The way he looked at Chen Fan changed.

Atobe has always been proud, but if he can be defeated, he will be able to pay attention to him, and it is also a kind of respect for Chen Fan.

However, he is also the president of Hyotei, and he manages more than 200 members, so he is still a little unconvinced.

"You are really strong and can perfectly reproduce Tezuka."

"But if you remake Tezuka, Kawachi can do it too."

"What's more, Tezuka himself dare not say that he can win the national championship. How can you say that you can win the national championship for Hyotei?"

"Is the tone a little arrogant? If you can win the national championship by replicating a Tezuka, Rikkai University High School won't win the national championship twice in a row."

Atobe looked at Chen Fan and said.

It can be seen from the words that he obviously regarded Chen Fan's hole card as Tezuka Kunimitsu's skill.

Naturally, Chen Fan could hear this.

"Damn, why is this Atobe so stubborn."

"If that's the case, don't blame me for pretending."

Chen Fan was quite helpless in his heart.

Then got up and accidentally dropped his net racquet on the ground.

"Clang" came the sound of steel colliding.

Atobe froze suddenly, picked up the racquet that Chen Fan had dropped on the ground, his expression changed.

"Iron?"

"what??!"

When Hiyoshi Wakashi and others heard Atobe's voice, they also looked at the racquet, and they were stunned when they found that the racquet was really made of pure iron.

Iron, at least 12-13 catties! !

This guy just used this kind of racquet to fight President Atobe?

Hiyoshi Wakashi and others looked at Chen Fan in horror.

"Oops! I accidentally dropped it!"

"Sorry, my left hand is a little rusty, I can't hold it for a long time just now."

Chen Fan suddenly said a word.

Once again, everyone was amazed.

"So this guy is right-handed!!!?"

"No way? Hit [Zero-style short ball] with a backhand, [Zero-style serve]? Can you control the ball so precisely??"

"I saw he used it so smoothly, I thought he was left-handed!!"

"It's unbelievable!"

Mingo Ryo and the others couldn't help but speak.

Mukahi Gakuto and Oshitari Yuushi both rolled their eyes after seeing everyone's reaction and combining with what Chen Fan said, they suddenly understood something.

This guy, what careless.

It was dropped on purpose!

This guy is right here in Versailles!