Net King: Shuji Tanejima

Chapter 19

Whew!

The movements of the inner and outer tracts of the middle river are stepped on the key points, and the style of play is similar to that of data tennis.

But it's more like relying on instinct, obeying the robot's mechanical instincts.

Bang!

He swings his racket and the tennis ball is pressed with precision.

Whoosh!

Irie had just poked out, but saw the tennis ball flying out with the same momentum as before.

"Whew... Whew..."

Irie's chest rises and falls.

On the other side, although there is a lot of sweat on the face of the inner and outer roads of the middle river, there is no doubt that the performance is much better than that of the river.

“40-15！"

"End of the game!".

Shhhhh

Everyone gasped, and there was only shock in their eyes when they looked at Zhonghe Inner and Outer Dao.

"What's the first ball?".

"Hundreds of balls, huh? Every ball is pressed accurately. "

"It's too strong, and Irie is also very powerful, but his physical strength is not as good as that of this so-called machine player. "

It is true that the strength of Irie surprised them, but this inner and outer road of the middle river is undoubtedly the closest to the national level.

Nope!

Maybe it's a little bit already.

Looking at the calm face of Zhonghe Neidao, they were even more sure of this idea.

Robot-like play, and a heart that will never be mechanical.

There is no doubt that at this moment, he is the closest to the national level.

"Outside. "

Daddy in the hexagonal middle of the day, his squinted eyes opened a gap.

Behind him, several people on the right and the members couldn't help but rejoice.

I can win!

This one, they can win!

Okayama Ao's side is full of worries, Irie's performance is excellent, but the other party is not an idle person.

The one who can keep calm is still Shuji Tanejima.

The ghost is one, but his heart has a hint of heaviness.

"Irie..."

He still believes in the other party in his heart, otherwise, it would be Xiu Er's eyes.

"Don't worry, ghost. "

At this time, Shuji seemed to be smiling.

"Shuji, you..."

The ghost opened his mouth, and when the words came to his mouth, he stopped.

"I see. "

He took a deep breath and looked back at the court.

At this moment, there is an expectation of Irie.

"There are no flaws..."

Irie was panting, looking at each other with great solemnity, and his heart sank.

He refers to no flaws, it is the other party's heart, as if it is seamless and complete, difficult to break.

"But... You should be at your limit, too. "

In Irie's eyes, a glimmer of wisdom flashed.

"It's over. "

On the other side, Zhonghe Nei Dao said in his heart, hundreds of balls accurately pressed the line, which was also a big burden on his mental power.

Mental power is related to will, concentration, etc.

And he is not a real robot, it is impossible to accurately press the line for every ball, and he has developed such a style of play, once he can't concentrate, the trajectory of the tennis ball will deviate a lot, or even out of bounds.

Zhonghe Nei Dao also knows that the opponent's strength can only be suppressed by pressing the ball in the bottom line and corner, and when the time comes, it will be out of bounds, and he will lose.

So, this goal, must be won.

"Probably 9 goals left..."

He came up with an approximate idea.

"Eight balls!".

And he would never have thought that Irie had accurately calculated his limits.

No, to be precise... Not a calculation.

Tanejima Shuji raised his eyebrows, he always felt that there was a faint fluctuation on Irie.

Whew!

Unbeknownst to him, Zhonghe Neidao threw the tennis ball, and his right hand was forced, and it slammed down.

Bang!

Another ball, pinpointed above the white line.

Stomp on!!

But entering the river is activated instantly, like a cheetah.

Everyone was shocked.

This Okayama Olympian, at this juncture, still has such a fast speed?

"One ball..."

Irie hit back at the ball.

Tread!

On the opposite side, Nakagawa Neido raised his hand and hit a high-speed chipping ball.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball seems to break through the boundaries of the wind and falls on the white line on the right edge.

The crowd changed color in amazement.

But he found a figure, and chased it like a panther.

It's Irie!

"This guy's speed is inevitably too fast..."

Matsudaira smacked his tongue secretly.

The two of them sneered at the right end and Tsushinobi, and the former said bluntly: "It's just that he used explosive power... In doing so, you will only die faster!".

"But... It's also a last fight!".

The right side glanced at Irie, who was breathing disordered, and knew that the other party was fighting to the death.

This is the final point of the race in Nakagawa Inner and Outer Provinces.

There is only a fight in the river.

The sound at the right end is loud.

Okayama Oku's people could also think of this, and they couldn't help but clench their fists.

Date boy and companion also shouted, "Come on!".

"Is it a fight against the odds?".

Shuji glanced at the right end, the other party's face, with a sneer, and the confidence to control everything.

"Is that really the case?" he thought to himself.

On the court, Irie is like a poisonous snake, tightly entangled in the inner and outer roads of the middle river.

"What a difficult player..."

A hint of discoloration flashed in the eyes of Zhonghe Neidao.

However, he can still play three balls.

Bang!

He jumped, the tennis ball was buckled, and it hit directly to the bottom line.

Whew!

But at this moment, Irie seemed to have expected it, and appeared on the right side of the bottom line one step ahead, his face was panicked, but there was a sneer in his heart.

"What?".

Zhonghe Neidao was shocked.

Irie's left hand was unfolded, but he sneered in his heart.

This robot, as expected, really likes to smash to the right in that position, as if someone has entered a program instruction.

Bang!

The moment the thought was condensed, he waved it.

Boom!

The tennis ball hit the bottom line, and an amazing sense of oppression swept over everyone's hearts.

“3、30-40！"

The crowd was shocked, this was... Reversal?

The referee was also surprised, he thought that the player in the hexagon was going to win.

"Good!".

Okayama Oku's members were boiling.

Subsequently, the audience also erupted in thunderous cheers.

But gradually, there are a lot less.

"Irie..."

The ghost whispered with concern.

"Into the river. "

A few people were selected, and the faces of the surprise just froze.

The joy of the members also stopped, and gradually turned into a not very optimistic look.

Irie clasped his knees with both hands, sweating profusely.

On the other side, Zhonghe Neidao shook his head and said, "It seems that I won." "

The opponent fought back, but also ran out of stamina.

Whew!

Nakagawa tosses the tennis ball.

"Not good!".

Date boy's face was hideous.

"Is it going to kill you while you're sick?".

Shuji smiled in his heart, "But, isn't it thinking too much?".

Bang!

The tennis ball landed on the side of the river, still pressed against the bottom corner.

And into the river, it seems that he has also raised his pace weakly.

Okayama Aoku, all the staff, bowed their heads gloomily.

Even the ghost bowed his head slightly.

"People I approve of don't lose games. "

Shuji affirmed the way, but at this moment, everyone didn't believe it.

Even ghosts.

"It's over. "

Some viewers shook their heads, "But....."

But before he could finish speaking, his words came to an abrupt end.

Whew!

Irie suddenly thundered, as if the power of his whole body exploded, and he instantly moved to the side of the tennis ball.

He held his racket high and aimed it at a fan!

Bang!

The tennis ball shot out like a flaming cannonball.

"What?".

The ghost was the first to be surprised, followed by Okayama Oku's other regular selections and members.

The crowd was also amazed.

The other party actually fought back?

Whew!

A hint of vigilance flashed on the face of Zhonghe Neidao, and with one step, he directly stretched out his arm that was much longer than the average hand.

"Waidao!".

Everyone in the hexagon that had just been shocked was overjoyed.

Only Daddy sighed.

"yes, take out your last shot and knock them down!!".

The right end shouted.

"It's good to be wary of him. "

Nakagawa was frightened, and quickly swung his racket to intercept the tennis ball.

Whew!

The eyes are fierce, like a copper bell, like a sniper rifle opening the scope, accurately aiming at the bottom line.

With his current concentration, he can still hit a ball to hit the line.

So, let's get the game done.

He used his arm to hit the ball directly.