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At this moment.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Because it happened too suddenly.

The two-color hair broke out into internal fighting, and even blood was seen.

Bo~!

"No way~~~"

Marui Bunta looked at the two people opposite him and asked softly in surprise.

After all, he is one of the top three players of the Nibelungen Tennis Club in the world.

This situation actually happened.

"It seems that these two people have a relationship of bullying and being bullied."

"It's really bad."

The jackal Sangyuan on the side said expressionlessly.

Although no one will accept bullying.

But whether it is the blue-haired Lee Hyuk Jae or the purple-haired Park Jun Ha, it is completely a state of one willing to fight and the other willing to be beaten.

But this deformed bullying relationship will be broken after the balance is broken.

This situation will appear in front of us.

Of course.

Lee Hyuk Jae is not pitiful, he asked for it.

Park Jun Ha is not pitiful either, he deserves it.

The referee on the podium finally reacted at this time.

He immediately contacted the temporary medical team in the stadium to wait on the side.

He looked at the purple-haired Park Junhe with indifference and waited.

Sizzle...

Drip...Drip...Drip...

After a while.

The purple-haired Park Junhe's eyes were red, and blood kept dripping down the left side of his cheek.

At this time, the whole person had lost the perception of pain under the effect of adrenaline.

He climbed up from the ground tremblingly.

"Junhe senior... Junhe senior..."

"I was wrong!!! I was really wrong..."

"Let me go..."

The blue-haired Lee Hyuk-jae, who acted violently in a moment of heat, was completely scared after seeing Park Junhe, who looked like a devil, stand up.

In a moment, he was shaking like a sieve, cold sweat and tears kept flowing down, and then dripped on the ground.

Tap... tap... tap...

Drip... drip... drip...

Blood kept dripping, and Park Junhe walked towards Lee Hyukjae step by step.

He also picked up the racket that had just fallen.

Soon, blood began to flow down the racket.

"You actually... dared to hit... me?"

"I will drag... you bastard... down with me even if I go to hell!!!"

When Park Junhe walked in front of Lee Hyukjae, he sneered ruthlessly.

At the moment when the last sentence was said.

The racket in his hand also twitched wildly towards the opponent's head without any scruples.

Until this time.

The referee could no longer sit idly by.

He immediately stepped forward with the on-site staff to separate them.

Until the end.

Both of them lost consciousness.

After dealing with these messes.

The referee was ready to directly announce the result of the game.

"Because the doubles player of Yokohama Suiran Junior High School representative team cannot continue the game."

"So..."

But before he could finish.

A hand stretched out.

"Uncle referee, sorry to interrupt."

"In the doubles match 2, we 'admit defeat.'"

I saw Marui Fumita said loudly with a smile.

"Ah?"

The referee was stunned again.

I really didn't expect accidents to happen so frequently.

But after taking another look at Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School.

The frown gradually relaxed.

Obviously he had seen the intention behind this move.

Without much hesitation.

The first thing he did was to blow the whistle.

"Beep beep!"

"Doubles match 2, Yokohama Suiran Junior High School wins!"

The moment the voice fell.

The onlookers were stunned.

"No way, no way? Is Rikkai University preparing to play all five games?"

"That's how it should be! None of those seven rainbow heads are good guys. If they don't give the other side a little pain, they really think Rikkai University is a soft persimmon."

"Isn't this better than the speed-pass programs of previous years?"

"......"

But in the next second, waves of uproars came one after another.

Yokohama Suilan Junior High School.

Crunch... Crunch...

Crack!

Watching all this indifferently, the red-haired black-skinned Jakar directly broke a racket in his hand.

He stared at the two people on his side who made such a farce.

"Since you don't play tennis well, don't play tennis anymore."

"Barbie, Wodie, go and enjoy it."

"As for the rest, I don't need to say more, right?"

Then he spoke in a cold voice.

After the voice fell.

Barbie with blue slicked back hair and Wodie with green short hair nodded.

ThenThey walked towards the court.

The temporary medical team staff looked at the two people and just wanted to explain the situation.

They broke the arms of the two unconscious people.

Then they stood up with a relieved expression.

It seemed that everything that happened just now was just a bite of dessert before dinner.

The Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School team.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"These guys seem to be crazy."

Niou Masaharu said while doing warm-up exercises.

"The temptation of a super-large tennis club that is one of the top three in the world."

"If you are kicked out of it."

"It is likely that no one will care."

Yagyu Birushi, who was also doing warm-up exercises, adjusted his glasses and said expressionlessly.

And just as he said.

A super-large tennis club is not only composed of contracted players.

It also includes a series of clearly divided existences such as coaches, management, caddies, etc.

When the contracted players fail to meet the internal requirements of the tennis club.

Generally, they will not be kicked out directly, because of the contract, it will bring huge liquidated damages.

In order to solve this problem, the management will give priority to negotiate with them to arrange other positions, or put them in cold storage.

But once they are kicked out.

Then it is enough to show that they are not good in all aspects.

In addition, it is one of the top three super-large tennis clubs in the world.

The other tennis clubs also choose to ignore each other.

At this time.

Bo~!

Marui Bunta and Jackal Kuwahara also walked back from the court.

"Less than ten minutes~"

As if he was asking for credit, and seemed to be a little distressed that the time did not meet his expectations.

Marui Bunta said softly.

"Well done."

"But has Senior Marui ever considered whether such behavior of angering the opponent will bring him the risk of injury?"

Looking at Marui Bunta's expression, Kitagawa sighed helplessly.

The fuse of the whole incident just now was the opponent's mistake.

But that ball was not a mistake at all.

It was a ball that Marui Bunta made intentionally.

Although it was still a little imperfect, it was enough to be called a skill.

It was just that this skill, once the opponent noticed the true situation.

It would probably bring trouble to himself.

Especially when facing an opponent who was insidious and vicious and prone to crazy behavior.