Tennis: Big Man In Rikkai, Hands In Pockets

The top of the stadium.

Several high school students wearing U-17 training camp uniforms were looking at the competition venue below.

That stand seemed to be tailor-made for them. Apart from them, there were no other spectators.

On the side of the stands, a small area was cleared and a wooden frame was placed. Several pieces of equipment were also placed on the wooden frame.

A bright green data sheet scrolled across the computer monitor.

"It's really good."

"Tezuka Kunimitsu's statistics are actually better than some of Rikkai's senior players."

"The performance is also very promising."

"I thought that only Rikkai, a Japanese junior high school student, could impress me! Now it seems that the harvest is not bad.

Saitō Itaru looked at the data of the game just now, his eyes full of approval.

"Well, if he is cultivated, with his potential and strength, it will not be a big problem for him to become a Japanese soldier."

Kurobe also expressed his approval.

"The runner-up has this kind of strength. The level of Japanese junior high school students has really been rising in the past two years."

“There probably won’t be another exciting game of this caliber next year.”

"what a pity."

Irie Kanata looked at the playing field and couldn't help but feel grateful.

“It’s no wonder that Shen Liming specially suggested that we come to watch a junior high school student competition in Japan.

"If I hadn't come out this time, I wouldn't have known that the tennis level of our junior high school students was as good as this.

"incredible."

Tanegashima Shuji is also a coach.

If Shen Liming hadn't recommended this competition for junior high school students, they would have almost missed it.

"This year's special enrollment for junior high school students, I think the conditions can be relaxed a little more appropriately."

"What do you think? Kurobe."

Saitō Itaru glanced at Kurobe next to him.

"It might be really good if you relax a little and give them a chance."

Kurobe (cdbj) nodded.

I learned from Shen Liming that many of this year’s junior high school students are as talented as those of the so-called elite high school students.

therefore.

If they want to discover great talent.

We must let go of our previous prejudices and wholeheartedly become a junior high school student who understands the present.

Maybe, they can develop a second "Shen Liming"

certainly.

Even Kurobe himself didn't believe this.

It is a great fortune to find someone with one-third of Shen Liming's strength or potential.

"Let's make conclusions after watching the entire game."

"The doubles match has already begun.

Tsuge Ryūji set his sights on the doubles match that had just begun.

"boom!!!"

"Marui Bunta, Jackal Kuwabara, 15-0."

"boom!!"

"Marui Bunta, Jackal Kuwabara, 30-0.

"Hey, what a spinning snake ball... the arc of the turning needs to be improved, and the speed is not very fast.

"There is no power at all, and no aggression at all. This is also called a snake..."

Marui Bunta couldn't help but complain after hitting back Kaidou's "spin ball" twice.

"The same goes for the vertical jump play and the smash shot here."

"The strength is completely insufficient and I can't feel any threat."

"The iron-clad defense feels like redundancy."

"It seems like they are a bit overestimated."

Jackal followed closely and echoed.

doubles one.

Seigaku Momojo and Kaido faced off against Marui and Jackal.

Momojo and Kaitou, who have a strong tennis style, are bitter rivals, but when they are sent at such critical moments, they often have miraculous effects.

therefore.

This time, Ryūzaki Jin acted like a dead horse and sent in the duo of Momojo Kaido.

But it's a pity.

In terms of doubles, they are not as professional as Marui Jackals,

On the split singles.

They can't crush each other one on one either.

This creates a dilemma for them.

Tightness is an opening.

That left them in a tough fight.

"Uh-huh!!"

Tennis balls fly at extremely fast speeds from the center of the net.

With a "bang", the racquet in Haitang's hand was knocked away.

Racquet got out of his hand and felt a numbness in his arm.

Kaitang was stunned.

"That's what a guy wearing a turban is called."

"It's fast, accurate, and powerful. It catches people off guard, like being bitten by a snake."

"That snake ball of yours is not as interesting as this."

Marui's voice came from the other side.

Haitang suddenly frowned.

The pressure doubles.

Ridiculed. *******