Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

"It's the first year again? This year's freshman is really amazing."

"Again? What do you mean by that?"

"Don't you know, I heard that several other courts also produced some great first-year students, and many second- and third-year students lost miserably."

"Could it be that the sky will change this year?"

The people around looked at Tezuka, a little speechless.

In other places, Oshitari Yuushi, Mukahi Gakuto, Meito Ryo and others began to enter the eyes of everyone.

Before I knew it, the time came to the afternoon.

Youyun's last match also began.

The opponent's name is Kuroda Bezo, who has just been promoted from the second grade to the third grade this year. He is also a member of the second team of the Hyotei Tennis Club.

"The match begins, and the game ends. Kazami serves the game."

The referee's voice fell, and the match officially started.

At this time, more and more people began to gather around here to watch this match, which is about the right choice of places.

Happiness.

Youyun slapped the tennis ball a few times and then tossed the ball high.

boom.

call out.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the tennis ball had landed and flew out of the court.

"15-0."

Referee announces the score.

"His, so fast."

"I didn't see it clearly."

"This is the true strength of Kazami's younger brother?"

Although it is just an ordinary serve, it is beyond the understanding of ordinary members of the Hyotei Tennis Club.

As Youyun's opponent, Kuroda Bezo felt even more profound.

At this time, he only felt an invisible pressure on his body, making himself breathless.

"Impossible, it's just a first grade, it's impossible to be so strong."

Sweat began to appear on Kuroda Bezo's face.

Seeing Kuroda Bezo's performance, Youyun couldn't help but shook his head.

This kind of pressure can't stand it, and it's no wonder Atobe didn't directly select the players from the second team.

If the people of the second team are at this level, when Hyotei enters the Kanto Championship, they can only be beaten by people from other schools, and it will not be useful at all.

"It's really boring, let's end it quickly."

Youyun is not ready to continue playing.

boom.

"30-0."

boom.

"40-0."

boom.

"GAME, Kazami Youyun, 1-0."

2-0.

3-0.

......

"The match is over, the score is 6-0, the winner is Kazami Youyun."

Youyun packed up his racquet and left the court. Without the slightest surprise, he has already obtained the spot for the election.

His opponent Kuroda Mi had already lost the desire to resist, and he fell to the ground and gasped.

"It's horrible, this first-year grade actually got the right place."

"It's over so soon, there shouldn't even be ten minutes."

"I have to say, Kuroda is really unlucky."

After Youyun left, the onlookers finally couldn't help it.

......

What happened on court has nothing to do with Youyun.

At this time, Youyun is looking for Atobe and Tezuka. If their match is not over, you can take a look.

"Who is the match here, why so many people, can it be Atobe?"

Suddenly Youyun found an impenetrable online court that was about to be surrounded. Depending on the situation, it was very likely that Atobe was in a match and walked over quickly.

"Sure enough, it's Atobe, it looks like it's the last one, another person?"

After Youyun approached, he saw clearly the two people who were matching on the court.

One of them is Atobe. Opposite Atobe is a teenager with long brown hair, who also looks like a first-year student.

"What is this person?"

Youyun frowned, there was no impression of the long-haired boy in his mind.

"Could it be Mingto Liang."

Youyun recognized it carefully, and finally recognized it.

It's no wonder Youyun didn't recognize it. It was the short hair and hat image in Meito Liang's third grade that made him remember too deeply.

Youyun looked at the scoreboard. At this time, the score between the two was 1 to 1.

Although the score is the same, the situation on the front court is not very good for Hato.

"Run for the uncle."

Atobe made a backhand swing and hit the tennis ball to the baseline on the left of Hato.

"hateful."

Minghu gritted his teeth, pressed his feet, ran quickly, and finally caught the tennis ball at the last minute.

He was transferred to the baseline on the right by Atobe last time. If it weren't for his fast feet and Atobe had played two full games, he might not be able to catch it.

Atobe's speed is also very fast, and his figure has come to the front of the tennis ball.

"Run faster for my uncle."

Atobe's racquet hit the tennis hard.

boom.

The tennis ball pierced through the court like a sharp arrow, hitting the baseline on the right side of Hato.

Hato quickly turned around and ran towards the baseline on the right again, but he was still a step late and could only watch the tennis fly out of the court.

"GAME, Atobe Keigo, 2-1."

Referee announced the score immediately.

"Atobe."

Minghu roared, only feeling very aggrieved.

If Atobe just uses his own strength to defeat him, or even crush him, he would recognize it.

But Atobe uses such tactics to match him, so Hato just feels that Atobe is playing with him. *

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