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However.

For this result, Atobe Keigo's expression did not change at all.

It was as if he had expected this result.

"Little brother."

"Do you really think my art skills will prevent me from seeing your weaknesses?"

After that.

Atobe Keigo took out a new tennis ball from his pocket.

After hitting it a few times, he served again.

Bang!

Whoosh!

In an instant.

The tennis ball shot out and pointed directly at the blind spot on the right behind Kitagawa on the opposite side.

"Atobe is really naive."

"I was confused by Kitagawa's weakness that he deliberately revealed from the beginning."

Yukimura Seiichi, who witnessed all this, chuckled.

"Yes."

"When hitting the second ball just now, Kitagawa's racket hand paused slightly."

"It was as if his whole arm was constrained."

"That's why."

"That's why Atobe performed the 'Waltz to Destruction' next."

"Obviously, Atobe wants to magnify this problem infinitely."

Yanagi Renji, who was sitting on the side, looked at the two with a smile and said softly.

"One is sunny and black-hearted, and the other is narcissistic and stupid."

Sanada Genichirō, who was standing behind the two, gave such a brief and concise evaluation.

"I think the former can be given more words."

The two Kirihara Akashi, who were sitting cross-legged on the deck, raised their hands and said this in unison.

But after the voice fell, it seemed as if no one heard it.

Continue to look at Kitagawa and Atobe Keigo with a smile.

"Senior Niou!!!"

"Don't phantom into me, okay?"

Then the two started to play around again.

At this moment.

The game between Kitagawa and Atobe Keigo has also entered a stalemate.

The former keeps returning the ball, while the latter keeps targeting.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The tennis ball keeps shuttling back and forth in the gradually cool sea breeze.

Two figures move quickly on the decks of two huge ships.

"Is Atobe letting the game go?"

"Why is the game getting more and more tense?"

Hojo Taro, who was standing aside, asked in confusion.

You know.

Atobe Keigo is able to control the hearts of more than 200 members of the Hyotei Academy tennis club.

This is not just because of his innate noble temperament and innate charm.

There is also the strength that everyone has to affirm.

However.

Such a perfect existence is actually fighting back and forth with a 12-year-old first-year junior high school freshman.

Whether it is Atobe Keigo's strength or his personality, this is incredible.

"Atobe probably wants to make that brat suffer a little."

"Whether it's serving or returning, Atobe's balls are always aimed at the opponent's right hand."

"There's no doubt that the brat's right hand is very likely injured."

Taki Oginosuke, who was lying on the railing, said with a slight chuckle.

"It's really lame!"

Shishido Ryo, who was wearing his hat backwards, snorted.

I don't know who he was talking about.

Just at this moment.

The sound of a tennis ball hitting the deck sounded again.

Then the sound of a tennis ball falling into the sea followed.

"Valid ball!"

"Kitagawa scored."

"0-30!"

The next moment.

Inoue Mamoru's voice also sounded.

After the voice fell.

Atobe Keigo on the opposite side also smiled.

The light in his eyes became sharper.

"Little brother."

"How long can your right hand hold on?"

"To be honest, I regret coming here a little bit."

"You've been holding on even though your arm has serious problems."

"How stupid!"

Hearing this.

"Oh?"

"Senior Atobe, did you see it wrong?"

"Is there really something wrong with my right hand?"

Kitagawa asked back with a sunny smile.

At the same time, he also moved his right arm.

"Huh?"

Instantly.

Atobe Keigo on the opposite side frowned.

Because at this moment, in his eyes, Kitagawa's right arm didn't have any problems at all.

On the contrary, the left arm seemed to be wrong at this time.

"Is that so."

"Little brother, you are a left-handed person, right?"

"There was something wrong with my left hand, so I had to switch to my right hand."

Slowly putting down the fingers on the bridge of his nose, Atobe Keigo's brows gradually opened.

The smile on his face became a little stronger.

It was as if nothing in Beichuan escaped his eyes.

"Really?"

However, justThe next moment.

The smile on the corner of Atobe Keigo's mouth froze directly.

Because in his eyes, there was no problem with Kitagawa's left hand.

This time it was the right leg.

"It seems that Atobe's eyesight is not very good."

Kitagawa said with a smile while playing with the racket in his hand.

The key is that his right leg limps from time to time.

It's like saying to Atobe Keigo openly-my old right leg problem has come back.

"Hahaha..."

In an instant.

The regulars of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School were also amused by this scene.

"What a nasty little brother!"

Took a deep breath.

Atobe Keigo, who reacted, immediately put away his smile, looked at Kitagawa expressionlessly, and said softly.

"Then."

"Next, let you experience the consequences of angering the Ice Emperor!"

The moment he finished speaking.

Atobe Keigo threw the tennis ball in his hand directly into the air.

At this moment, he was completely serious.

There was a strange light in his eyes.

If the previous Atobe Keigo seemed like a narcissistic and second-year existence, then now he is the real ice emperor.

Bang!

After a crisp collision sound.

The tennis ball shot towards Beichuan with a huge amount of rotation.

"Is it time to return to the essence of tennis?"

With a burning look, Beichuan said softly.

Tap tap...

In the blink of an eye.

He moved quickly.

Zila!

After a friction sound between the sole and the deck.

Beichuan stood in an open position, with his body sideways to the gap.

At the highest point of the ball's bounce, the non-racket hand guided and prepared for the backswing, with the racket hand elbow slightly bent to accumulate power.

Bang!

At the moment the ball touched the racket face.

The racket in his hand swings upward from the front and bottom, using the rotational force of the wrist and forearm, combined with the rotation of the body, to pass the racket across the lower half of the ball, creating a strong topspin.

Topspin high ball!

This also opens up another stalemate between the two sides.

Flat shots, topspin balls, slices, forehand and backhand shots, high pressure balls, volleys, high pressure volleys, drop shots, high lobs, diagonal balls, and other basic tennis moves are played between the two people one after another.

No matter which side, it seems that they are getting braver and braver.