Prince of Tennis: People in Hyotei, health care dominates the world

Chapter 186

The two players were standing on the court.

Two figures stood opposite each other on both sides, and then one of them, a boy with orange short hair and a hat on, turned the racket upside down on the ground.

"Front or back?"

"Front."

...

Click.

The racket slowly turned a few circles and fell to the ground, and then Ruo Renhong picked it up with a smile.

"I will take the responsibility of serving."

"Go all out."

"..."

The two sides exchanged a few more words, and then walked to their respective receiving positions and stood.

However, several people nearby saw Ruo Renhong playing, and they gathered around in surprise.

In fact, the game was normal.

But the opponent was Miyashita...that was not normal. After all, he is world-class, and every move he makes will attract attention.

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"It's strange, why is the opponent Wakato Hiroshi."

"That's right, they are not on the same level at all. Although Wakato is quite strong, but..."

"Haha, the spirit is still worthy of recognition. Being able to challenge Miyashita is worthy of encouragement."

Fuji, Sengoku, Mukai, Ryoma, Kirihara.

Even Sanada and Atobe came.

Everyone is looking forward to this match. No... it should be looking forward to Miyashita's performance.

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Pah pah pah!

"So many people, it's really... exciting."

Wakato saw the figures around him, and soon a smile appeared on his face, and he lightly snapped his right fingers.

"Then... transform!"

Swish.

Wakato crossed his hands, and then suddenly made a strange move, and then...

His eyes lit up slightly!

All... right!

Swish swish swish.

His legs were crossed, and the whole person seemed to shine under the spotlight, covered by red mist.

Whoosh...

He clenched the racket tightly, then Wakato tightened his legs and used all his strength to dribble and jump.

Bang...!

A tennis ball was firmly caught and fell towards Gongxia!

"Is this... Peter Sampras?"

Qian pushed his glasses and was a little surprised.

"Sampras?"

"It turned out to be..."

Everyone was a little surprised.

"Yes, Wakato Hiroshi's dribbling action is very similar to Sampras' serve.

Sampras is a top-notch all-round player in straight balls and volleys. I didn't expect that he could imitate his opponent's skills?"

Yanagi Renji said slowly.

"Not only that... even Sampras's serving habits are imitated..."

Qian glanced at Yanagi Renji and added.

"What?"

...

Second floor of the conference room.

Just when Miyashita was playing against Wakato Hiroshi, Ryuzaki, Hanamura, and Coach Sakaki all seemed to have made an appointment and were staring at the court below.

"Wakato, can this kind of pressure make you break through your limits?"

Hamura held a cup of warm coffee, his eyes were solemn, and he muttered to himself.

She didn't expect Wakato to beat Miyashita, which was unrealistic. As long as he didn't lose too badly, it would be fine.

It would even be better if he could break through himself.

Using Miyashita to conduct this kind of "targeted training" on Wakato and others was actually one of his goals.

"A world-class player... I didn't expect him to be just a freshman in junior high school. He has great talent."

Ryuzaki Sumire looked down and sighed.

It would be great if this kind of genius appeared in Seigaku, just like Echizen Nanjiro back then.

"By the way, this time there will be a quota for Miyashita in the selection with the West Coast. What do you two coaches think?"

Hamura pushed his glasses and said casually with a smile. "

"If Coach Sakaki has no problem, I have no objection either." "Coach Ryuzaki shook his head slightly.

Sakaki Taro glanced at Aoi Hanamura, said nothing, and just nodded.

In his eyes, it was a natural thing for Miyashita to get this spot.

…

Bang!

The tennis ball flew in front of Miyashita, suddenly flashed slightly, and then drew a ∽ trajectory and flew directly out.

Tai Chi field!

"Sampras's skills are indeed good, but this is far from enough."

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"15-0..."

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"It's not possible at all, Miyashita's Tai Chi field is too strong."

"I feel that Ruoren's imitation is already very good. If it were us, the pressure would probably be very great."

"I heard that he was trained by Coach Hanamura, it's really amazing..."

"The imitation is already very similar."

"…"

Everyone was talking, but Ruoren's face did not change much.

He glanced at Miyashita lightly, crossed his arms, and then

The corner of his mouth curled up, and he suddenly struck another pose.

"Isn't it enough? Then try this!"

All...right!

Ruo Renhong stood up and jumped, then dropped the tennis ball and swung it quickly after landing!

"It's Hewitt's..."

He said it slowly.

But before he finished speaking, Miyashita returned the ball with his backhand, and a golden light exploded around Ruoren.

The speed was so fast that Ruo Renhong didn't react.

"It's not enough, far from it. It's just a tangible imitation. The senior needs to work harder."

Miyashita turned the racket slightly with his right hand and spoke slowly.

"..."

Ruo Renhong's eyes widened slightly, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

too fast.

The speed of the ball just now was so fast that he had no time to react.

Even imitation is just imitation. Although he imitates the skills of professional players...but he is just him.

Doesn't really change his physical attributes.

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"If we lose, Ruo Renhong will probably be hit in less than one round."

Kisarazu Ryo said.

"That's right. Even if someone imitates Ruo Ruo, it's useless to return the ball with extreme speed. With his basic data, he can't keep up with this ball." Qian shook his head slightly.

If a person's strength, speed, etc. still limit his imitation.

For example, the speed is 240 kilometers per hour.

Ruo Renhong couldn't answer it at all, and it was even difficult to react.

"..."

Ryoma stared at the court quietly, his big cat eyes reflecting Miyashita's figure, his eyes full of solemnity.

…

"Damn it, I don't believe it, I will definitely be able to catch it, please change it again!"

Uh-huh...!

All...right!

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Bang!

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