Net King: Shuji Tanejima

Chapter 22

As if aware, Shuji turned his head and met his eyes on the right end.

Sullen.

Heaviness.

Wait!

All the emotions that are relevant are there.

"Angry..."

Shuji Tanejima smiled lightly and came to the net.

On the other side, Vetaro on the right also walked up.

The crowd held their breath.

"These two people are both national!".

"Is the right end national?".

"He's, he's the national level that made the cut this year. "

On the way to the discussion, someone's eyes lit up.

National.

These three words are quite heavy three words, and they represent the top talents in the country.

At the same time, wherever such a character goes, he is a general.

At the right end, Utaro, this person is the strongest player in the hexagon, and it is also their last reliance.

Again, his opponents are at the national level.

Everyone looked at Shuji Tanejima.

A faint smile, an unreal atmosphere.

Hmm!

Their expressions suddenly became solemn and solemn.

If the right end of Vetaro is the national level, then this person is the top in the country, on the same level as Onijujiro and Byodoin Phoenix.

Although, he is the weakest among the three, but even at the right end, he does not dare to say that he will win easily.

In front of the net.

The right end and Tanejima Shuji looked at each other, and there was a hint of solemnity in his heart.

Although he was angry that he could only go so far, he did not lose his cool.

Moreover, as one of the Big Three, the other party is one of the few national tops, and his strength is extraordinary, and he does not dare to say that he is sure to defeat the other party.

In this case, the right end calms down even more.

But he also has his own confidence, and he... Definitely a first-tier player.

"Lord Number Two..."

At the same time that he looked at Shuji, Shuji was also looking at him at the same time.

The opponent is the second master, and the strength information revealed in the original book is only the right-handed field and one more ball.

These two hands show that the opponent's strength is possible on the No. 1 court, or at the end of the first line.

But....

It's still too weak.

Shu'er is rich in mental activity, but his face is the same.

The two were speechless and guessed the serve.

After guessing, turn around and retreat to the bottom line.

"These two people..."

The crowd was shocked.

The moment the two turned around, it was as if there was a murderous momentum entangled in each other, and they collided fiercely.

The eyes of the man in the hexagon lit up.

To be honest, they don't have confidence in the minister at the right end, but the look at each other in front of the net proves that the right end is not cowardly.

Other words... I can hit it!

The minister at the right end also has confidence in himself.

In contrast, Okayama Oku's face was calm, as if he had foreseen victory.

On the coach's bench.

"Shuji, let's end this game. "

The ghost's face was pale, and he thought to himself.

On the side of the hexagon, Shinobu looked at Matsudaira and saw the two of them facing each other, "Sure enough, it's these two people." "

"Right end serve!".

Suddenly, everyone was silent, looking at the right-hand end of Vetaro, who had taken the tennis ball from the caddy.

Syllable.

The right end is slightly sideways and hits the tennis racket in his hand.

The faces of the crowd changed slightly.

They felt that a momentum that could only be exclusive to the national level burst out from each other.

Whew!

The next moment, a tennis ball was thrown at the right end.

Raise your arms lightly, and your body will be pulled down to the side as if it has been impacted.

The moment he pulled down, he suddenly jumped, and then... People only feel that there is a red glow in their eyes, and it disappears in a flash.

That seems... It's the color of the tennis racket at the right end

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flew out, condensing a white cyclone and shooting out.

"What a quick serve!".

Everyone's faces changed.

"This is the national level serve..."

Some viewers were short of breath and their eyes were hot.

Okayama Okubu members had solemn faces.

With this alone, the other party is an existence that is beyond their reach in their lifetime.

But the same... Their vice minister is also an existence that is beyond the reach of the other party in his lifetime.

Tread!

Shuji Tanejima takes a step.

Boom!

Tennis is played in the triangle, although it is not as accurate as the inner and outer roads of the middle river, but it is full of oppression.

"Sure enough, it's national. "

The ghost narrowed his eyes, and the other party was undoubtedly a national-level player.

Bang!

At the same time, Shuji Tanejima pulled his racket and hit it back.

There was no surprise to everyone.

A national top, hitting back such a serve is like eating and drinking.

On the opposite side, the right end quickly pulled away and came to the right to knock the ball back.

Bang!

The two fought on the baseline and did not take the initiative to attack.

However, the attack of the two is not just a simple ball path, each ball, with an elusive spin.

The crowd watched with fascination.

This is the national competition... It's just an ordinary return ball, and there's a lot of article in it.

Stomp on!!

The right end catches up with the tennis ball as always, and the racket is slowly lowered.

Smack!

Tennis balls float to the net like autumn leaves.

Take the initiative?

Everyone's eyes lit up.

"Good!".

Du Ren nodded violently, Shuji was out of the bottom line because of the hit just now, and now he is chipping, which is just right.

Stompe!

But the next moment, his complexion changed. On the opposite side of the right end, a figure rushed up from the bottom line in an instant, and if you take a closer look, who is it not Shuji Tanejima?

"So fast..."

They all whispered, with a bit of disbelief.

Whew!

Shuiji's figure appeared in front of the tennis ball, and the racket in his hand was reversed towards the ground.

Smack!

The tennis ball was picked up by him.

"It's so high..."

The complexion of the right end changed, and the other party was not simple.

The height of the ball is too high, and it just hits the position of the sun.

But... It's not hard for me.

Tread!

He leaped sharply, not looking at the sun to dunk the tennis ball.