Tennis: Big Man In Rikkai, Hands In Pockets

"Boom—!!"

Thunder rolls.

It was raining heavily.

The brightness of Rikkai's big tennis club is only maintained by the silver electric dragons swimming in the sky at this moment.

The sky behind Shen Liming.

The figure of the sickle god of death wearing a black robe seems to be in line with the sky, which is extremely spectacular. It looks like it is as high as a ten-story building, suspended in the sky, like a mirage.

Death hangs high.

Relying on the thunder light behind him.

Like the end of the world in a sci-fi movie.

"Senior Inoue, is that thing? A mirage? It feels so scary!"

Zhi Saori's eyes widened, she lost her voice, and saw something extraordinary.

Three seconds later.

She suddenly reacted.

He hurriedly raised the camera hanging on his chest, and focused on the sky behind Shen Liming.

"Zhisha, don't shoot."

Suddenly.

Mamoru Inoue stretched out his hand to cover her camera lens with a serious expression.

"This kind of ability, without the consent of Shen Liming, do not shoot, everyone has their own cards. 11

"Not suitable."

As a senior in the workplace and a professional reporter, Mamoru Inoue has a very good professional ethics.

He pays attention to the privacy of each golfer and knows what to shoot and what not to shoot.

Even if thousands of people in the arena saw the scene behind Shen Liming, it was only limited to these thousand people.

What's more.

This sense of atmosphere experienced personally and the tension of the scene cannot be replaced by photos, and it is meaningless to take pictures, and has no reference value.

Even if it is put in a magazine, it will become an outlet for public opinion.

Because this is beyond the cognition of most ordinary people.

Mamoru Inoue doesn't want to do things that add trouble.

This will stop Shiba Saori from taking pictures.

"But, Senior Inoue, even if I want to take pictures, I won't be able to take pictures of "217".

Zhi Saori reluctantly picked up the camera: "When I wanted to take a picture just now, I couldn't focus on anything inside."

"If that's the case..."

Inoue Mamoru frowned and came to a conclusion.

"It shows that this is not a mirage, but a scene that we can only see after the human senses of the people present are impressed by the environment."

"It seems that the important thing is not the environment, but Shen Liming's aura."

"In this way, Shen Liming's research on spiritual power has deepened during this short period of retreat..."

Inoue watched Shen Liming's eyes full of shock.

He once interviewed his idol, Mr. Echizen Nanjiro.

Get some answers like this.

"[The human spirit is the most mysterious five-dimensional since the birth of man, and everyone's spirit is a unique existence.]

[The ultimate of seamlessness is a kind of spirit, and after refinement, it can still be extended to other spirits. 】

【Strictly speaking, I am no different than other tennis players. There are even many players in the world who are more talented than me. "Song is because I have a different spirit than them.】

[In a sense, it’s not that I created the seamlessness, but I discovered the spirit of the seamlessness. 】

[The human spirit has infinite possibilities. 】

[Perhaps in the next second, a brand new spirit will appear and start the next era of tennis. 】”

Echizen Nanjiro's words echoed in his mind.

this moment.

Looking at Shen Liming on the court, Mamoru Inoue suddenly had an idea for no reason.

"Mr. Nanjiro...the man who created the next new era of tennis is right in front of my eyes."

on court.

Tokugawa was drenched and frightened.

The cold sweat seeping out of his face had mixed with the rain.

Look up to the sky.

Vision was disturbed by heavy rain and night.

But because the distance is too close.

The figure of the sickle god of death still appeared in his pupils, and immediately after that, his body trembled uncontrollably.

The pressure is suffocating.

The fear deep in his heart flooded his nerves to the maximum.

From the moment Shen Liming's aura emanated, it was as if he was carrying a heavy weight, gradually accumulating to the point where it could crush him.

This is not only the fear brought by the external senses, but also the crushing brought by the spirit.

He couldn't hold it anymore.

The Shen Liming in front of me is really only 15 years old?

This level of mental power is something that a 15-year-old middle school student can possess?

No!

This kind of mental power is extraordinary even for professional players!

"Unless my spiritual level reaches a new level, I won't even be qualified to compete on the court!"

Tokugawa came to a conclusion in his heart.

Now.

He seems to have understood the truth of the metaphor that Oni Jujiro said to him at the time, "If you can't touch the power of [different dimension], you can't defeat Byodoin Temple".

It is not enough to just grow at the basic level of the body, the most important thing is the improvement of the spiritual level.

But to understand is to understand.

Tokugawa felt that he could hardly bear it anymore.

The mental pressure was so great that he was on the verge of collapse. With the current him alone, he couldn't relieve it and was about to be torn apart.

Fortunately, the next second.

The suffocating pressure seemed to ease somewhat.

Tokugawa glanced at Shen Liming on the opposite side of the court, the phantom of the god of death behind the latter had disappeared.

Obviously.

Shen Liming stopped.

Tokugawa breathed a sigh of relief, and gave Shen Liming a grateful glance.

And as Shen Liming's aura converges, changes in the court also follow.

It's like a chemical reaction.

The rain is fading.

The dark cloud that has been squeezed for a long time, after "vomiting" the big wave of rain, the ink-like color gradually faded.

in a minute.

The rain stopped.

The tennis department regained its light and the dark clouds began to recede.

Three minutes later.

The dark clouds completely dissipated.

The sky in the distance showed a little blue and white, and a golden glow made the speckled clouds over Rikkai's tennis club red.

At dusk and sunset.

Everything just now seemed to have never happened.

but.

A wet court, a small puddle in the distance.

A water-hanging net and a dripping canopy.

Silky cool body feeling, muddy smell in the nasal cavity.

They are reminding everyone present all the time that everything that happened just now really exists.

And the instigator of all this.

Just stand on the court.

The place where everyone's eyes gather.

Shen Liming stood on the court, the small puddle in front of him reflected the sun rays on his body, making his whole body radiate golden light.

His clothes were also soaked, but they didn't look messy at all.

The rain from the long dark blue hair dripped down along the face.

There are still drops of crystal clear raindrops hanging on the chin.

And all this.

Supported by the golden glow, it is full of sacredness.

Shen Liming at the moment.

The oppressive feeling just now was gone.

There was a smile on his face.

The affinity is full again.

It looks very humble and gentle.

With just a smile, Shen Liming returned to the approachable senior Shenli.

It's like nothing ever happened.

"Shua!"

Shen Liming raised his hand and flicked it, and the black racquet in his hand flew towards Kirihaya.

The members of the Rikkai Tennis Club raised their hearts to their throats, for fear that the black racquet would fall to the ground and break.

Kirihaya was even more startled, and quickly took two steps forward, stretched out her hands to catch it, and held it in her arms.

The surrounding members of the Rikkai Tennis Club breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time cast envious eyes at Kirihaya.

That's Kamura-sama's racquet!!

I want to touch too!!!

Kirihaya! You die for me!!!

Damn it! You dog Kirihaya!!

Facing the envious eyes of everyone in the tennis club, Kirihaya was very happy.

"Envy! Be jealous!!!"

"I am the little follower of the senior in the gods! Are you sour?"

"Sour is right!"

"Not only can I see the senior in the gods every day, but I can also keep his racquet!"

Holding the black racquet, Kirihaya feels as if she has found a treasure, and her heart is greatly satisfied.

"The competition is over, thanks for your advice, welcome to come and guide again."

the other side.

Shen Liming smiled slightly at Tokugawa and Irie.

Say it.

Regardless of the two answering, they turned and left the court on their own.

After playing a game, he was completely soaked, so he had to go back to take a shower and change clothes quickly, so as not to catch a cold.

And this scene.

To all the people in the Tokugawa, Irie, and Hyotei courts, it was a different picture.

Shen Liming is accompanied by the dusk on the horizon, the back view of himself leaving alone.

There seems to be a feeling of loneliness and coldness among masters.

Everyone watched silently until Shen Liming's figure disappeared.

"What a monster."

Oshitari Yuushi said with emotion: "I am afraid that this time, the name of Shen Liming will also cause quite a shock in the high school tennis world.

"That's what he deserves." Atobe sneered, with a hint of arrogance in his words, "The u-17 training camp... There are a lot of self-righteous high school students in it, I'm afraid they won't listen to it Believe it."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Shen Liming's name will be known to the entire tennis world sooner or later.

"After watching this monster's game, we should hurry up and train."

After listening to Atobe's words, everyone in Hyotei nodded with deep understanding.

The tennis road they should take is still very long.

Whether it's the high school student or Shen Liming, they are the targets they need to catch up with.

"let's go!"

Atobe led Hyotei's crowd out of the net court first.

"Ju, this Shen Liming really refreshed our understanding step by step."

"How did you feel seeing Rikkai with such a monster?"

Ibu Fukasa glanced at Tachibana Yoshihei.

As they compete, strong opponents appear one by one.

Unexpectedly, after seeing it today, they found that all the opponents they encountered before were not worth mentioning.

After going around and around, Shen Liming still stood at the top.

"This year's Fudomine, I'm afraid there is no hope of winning the national championship."

"You can only try your best to get a better ranking. The next year will be your best chance."

Tangerine said matter-of-factly.

In terms of this year's Nationals, they lost to Seigaku, not to Hyotei, not to mention Rikkai Ten.

A championship is an unrealistic fantasy.

What they can do is to do their best and not leave any regrets for their youth, that's all.

Someone always wants to win the championship, and someone always wants to lose.

Improve yourself and do your best.

"Let's go."

Tangerine finished.

The man who led the Fudomine also left the court.

"Ah..... Seeing this monster with my own eyes is really depressing. Right, Oishi.

Kikumaru sighed.

This year, their Seigaku is heading for the national championship, full of confidence.

But right now.

After seeing the strength displayed by Shen Liming, they were hit hard.

"The chances of winning the championship this year are really slim."

Oishi couldn't help but speak too.

In fact.

This is not slim, after seeing Shen Liming's strength, he can still say that it's slim, it's really a good attitude.

It's just that Oishi can't bear to hit everyone.

"Senior Fuji, do you think we can still win Rikkai?"

Taocheng opened his mouth, obviously a little frustrated.

"If Shen Liming doesn't play, Tezuka comes back in his prime, and Echizen comes back from the U.S. Open, then there should be a chance."

Fuji smiled.

Compared to Seigaku's victory, he is attracted by Shen Liming's strength just now.

The sense of mystery of the unknown made him seem to be more interested in the path of tennis.

After small talk.

Seigaku's people also left the court.

With the departure of Hyotei, Fudomine and Seigaku, the people of Rikkai's tennis department are also speckled one after another.

Club activity time has ended.

Two high school students, Tokugawa and Irie, also disappeared after Shen Liming.

Only Saori Shiba and Mamoru Inoue were left on the court.

Looking at the empty court in the blink of an eye, the two felt a lot of emotion in their hearts.

"Senior Inoue, tell me, is God really that magical?"

"Even the weather seems to be listening to him."

"He smiled, and the thunderstorm just now turned into a sunny day, making people wonder if he is a god in the sky."

Zhi Saori recalled the miraculous scene just now and was amazed.

Everything is so just right.

It has to be doubted that God has superpowers.

"No way, it should just be a coincidence."

Inoue Mamoru didn't think it was outrageous.

"This kind of thunderstorm that suddenly falls in summer is quite common."

"It's very common for cumulonimbus clouds to stop after a while."

"You are still popular in movies."

"Let's go, I have to report back to the agency to catch up on today's manuscript."

finished.

Inoue Mamoru turned and left.

"Hey! Inoue-senpai! Wait for me! Should we take a taxi back home?"

After everyone leaves the court.

A figure walked into the net court alone, and he went straight to the center court where Shen Liming just played against Tokugawa.

He looked down at the traces of court.

The scorched ball marks still remain.

Tennis . . . can reach this level?"

"That guy, where is the real limit of strength..."

Akutsu narrowed his eyes.

Quietly looking at the place where Shen Liming was standing just now, he fell into deep thought.