Prince of Tennis: I, the Son of God, Yukimura Seiichi

U-17 Training Camp.

Main Court.

Yukimura looked at Nakagawa Ryosuke, kneeling on the ground, hands supporting him, drenched in sweat, his purple eyes without the slightest fluctuation.

The surrounding high school students had completely shut their mouths, all looking at Yukimura in disbelief.

Now they only felt a burning pain on their faces, and they all lowered their heads.

They, the 'elites' of the U-17 training camp, couldn't even react to a junior high school student's serve?

How ironic… …

Especially those who had been mocking Yukimura before.

"It seems this junior high school student is very powerful!"

Akiba Koyo's eyes held a strange color, but his tone was very relaxed.

"Fuwa, it's your turn to go now, right?"

Yudan Wetaro looked at Fuwa Tetsuhito.

"Trash is trash, even if they come to the training camp, they are still trash."

Fuwa Tetsuhito glanced at the high school students, then walked towards the court.

"This time there's a good show to watch."

Akiba Koyo narrowed his eyes, a playful expression on his face.

Fuwa Tetsuhito's court ranking in the U-17 training camp is relatively high, and now he's going to test a junior high school student?

Akiba Koyo didn't know what the coach was thinking.

If you want to test this junior high school student, wouldn't it be better to let the high school students below court number 10 go?

"The coach must have his own ideas."

Yudan Wetaro glanced at him and said, then turned his gaze to the court.

When the high school students saw Fuwa Tetsuhito standing on the court, they immediately exclaimed.

"He is Fuwa Tetsuhito?"

"Judging from his appearance, is he going to compete with this junior high school student?"

"What's going on… … Why is he suddenly competing with a junior high school student?"

"Who cares, anyway, that junior high school student is going to be miserable, his opponent is Fuwa Tetsuhito! !"

"A mere junior high school student dares to be so arrogant in the U-17 training camp? He will be crying in a moment!"

The high school students seemed to have forgotten what had just happened, and one by one began to look forward to the scene of Fuwa Tetsuhito teaching Yukimura a lesson.

"You are… …"

Yukimura looked at the figure in front of him, feeling very outstanding.

To be honest, he was quite looking forward to it… …

Fuwa Tetsuhito frowned when he saw Yukimura's appearance: "Seeing that you are still a junior high school student, I will give you a piece of advice."

"That's really thank you, senior."

Yukimura nodded lightly.

"Ignorance."

Fuwa Tetsuhito sneered, turned and walked towards the baseline, and at the same time his voice sounded again.

"In this game, if you win a point, I lose."

These words immediately excited the high school students.

"It's over, it's over! ! That junior high school student angered Fuwa Tetsuhito! !"

"Great, that junior high school student will definitely be taught a lesson next!"

Seeing this situation, Akiba Koyo said somewhat unexpectedly: "What did that junior high school student say? He actually angered Fuwa?"

Yudan Wetaro shook his head.

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Baseline of the court.

"You serve first."

Fuwa Tetsuhito said lightly, then took out a white cloth strip and blocked his eyes.

"Hey, hey, that Fuwa Tetsuhito covered his eyes! !"

"How can you compete by covering your eyes?"

The high school students couldn't help but say when they saw this scene.

"In order to increase the difficulty of the game, junior high school student… … Don't disappoint me."

Fuwa Tetsuhito said lightly.

"Heh… …"

Yukimura looked at Fuwa Tetsuhito's appearance and chuckled.

He was really being underestimated… …

Baseline, Yukimura's expression remained the same.

Swish… …

The tennis ball was thrown from his fingers, and then, under the gaze of all the high school students, Yukimura raised his racket.

Bang—

A hitting sound spread through the racket, and under the shocked gazes of everyone, Yukimura retracted his serving posture.

"What's going on… …?"

Looking at Yukimura's appearance, the high school students were stunned.

Then, all the high school students seemed to have thought of something, and then they all looked at Fuwa Tetsuhito's feet.

"How is this possible! ! !"

Exclamations rang out continuously.

"Impossible! !"

Akiba Koyo and Yudan Wetaro's expressions changed drastically.

In the court, Fuwa Tetsuhito noticed the tennis ball rolling to his feet, and his expression changed suddenly.

"How is this possible… …"

His face was filled with disbelief, and he shouted in his heart.

"You should take off the white cloth strip… …"

At this time, Yukimura's voice reached Fuwa Tetsuhito's ears.

But this voice was so harsh in Fuwa Tetsuhito's eyes!

Fuwa Tetsuhito gritted his teeth, directly took off the white cloth strip, and then looked at the tennis ball at his feet.

"One ball… …"

"If senior can win a point from me, this game… … I lose."

Yukimura's voice was very soft, but every high school student present heard it clearly.

Because Fuwa Tetsuhito had just said these words!

Wait… …

In this way, Fuwa Tetsuhito lost like this?

This is too fast… …

"Arrogant! !"

In an instant, the expressions of all the high school students changed drastically.

A junior high school student actually said that if Fuwa Tetsuhito won a point from him, he would lose?

"Arrogant junior high school student!"

Fuwa Tetsuhito's expression was a little ugly, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, as if a shadow reflected Yukimura's figure.