Tennis: one step ahead

Hurried to the landing point of the tennis ball, Keigo Kibe was about to return the ball.

Mutation, abrupt birth.

In front of Keigo's eyes, the size of the tennis ball shrank dramatically, but it disappeared without a trace.

“......"

Keigo's eyes widened a little.

Tennis, gone?

Click...

Behind me, there was a faint sound.

Hearing the familiar voice, Keigo's body trembled slightly, and slowly turned his head.

At the edge of the court, there was a tennis ball under the fence that just stopped rolling.

"GAME, Lihai University High School, 3-0. "

Previously, the referee would report the score the moment a goal was decided.

Quite efficient and very dedicated.

But this time, he was a few beats slower.

His eyes were round and his expression was glazed.

Anyone could see that he was in a state of extreme shock.

"This ......"

"Hey, that's a great game. "

"That's too much of an exaggeration, how could tennis disappear?"

No one has the leisure to pay attention to how the referee is, and the mood of the vast majority of the audience at the moment is similar to him.

Shocked, afraid to look.

"Genius, I can't find his weakness at all. "

"The first person in the neon country junior high school student 340 is Hakuri Hiiragi, and Yukimura Seiichi's strength is not as good as him. "

Mamoru Inoue put down the camera in his hand and muttered to himself.

Hiiragi's ball skills disappeared, which also shocked him.

With the professionalism cultivated in his years of career as a journalist, Inoue Mamoru came back to his senses in an instant and took several photos in a row.

Unfortunately, tennis is changing too quickly.

Dry photographs do not capture the essence of disappearance.

It doesn't matter, though.

He has a picture in his head, and that's enough.

The battle with Fuji Shusuke at the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament, the battle with Kunimitsu Tezuka in the semifinals of the Kanto Tournament, and the battle with Keigo Kibe in the final of the Kanto Tournament.

In the three games, Mamoru Inoue met Hakurei Hiiragi's three ball skills respectively.

He decided to write a report for Hiiragi Hakura.

"Hiiragi Hakura's impeccable foundation, weird and powerful ball skills, is secondary. "

"What's even more terrifying is his foresight. "

"It's like a prophet, playing with your opponent in the palm of your hand. "

"After this year's national tournament, Hiiragi's reputation will surely spread, and it will no longer be limited to the world of junior high tennis. "

"Even, it attracted the attention of professional players. "

Mamoru Inoue conceived the content of the report in his mind, and his eyes were far away.

In his eyes, Hiiragi Hakuri gradually changed.

is no longer a teenager in middle school, but a rising star like a comet in the neon tennis world and even in the world tennis world.

"Disappear. "

On the tennis court, Hiiragi played with the racket in his hand at night, and by the way, he told Keigo the trace the name of his ball skills.

"How powerful is my move?"

"I heard that you have a mantra that is to indulge in Uncle Ben's wonderful ball skills?"

"Well, are you intoxicated by my game?"

“....."

The corners of Keigo's mouth twitched, and a few black lines appeared on his forehead.

Hakurei Hiiragi's strength is strong, he doesn't deny it.

This character is really a bit bad.

What is this? Weakness Strike?

Keigo was speechless, so he simply pretended not to hear it, and turned around and walked to the bottom line.

"Huh. "

If Hakurei Hiiragi knew Keigo's thoughts, then it would be inevitable to shout wronged.

His character has nothing to do with badness.

The reason why I always tease Keigo is purely because I think it's funny. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Now let's start the fourth game, Lihai big serve. "

Moments later, both players returned to their positions. (bcfj）

The referee's announcement followed.

Bang.

In the fourth small game, it was the turn of Hiiragi to serve at night.

He doesn't drag his feet and serves cleanly.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

The pace of the game suddenly changed.

In the first three games, Hakuri Hiiragi used his basic strength far beyond Keigo to suppress Keigo Jibu.

On average, each round takes less than five minutes.

From the fourth small game, the time is shortened again.

Hakurei Hiiragi's disappearing in the night, and the shot will be scored, and there is nothing Keigo can do.

Bang.

"15 to 0. "

Bang.

"30 to 0. "

Bang.

"40 to 0. "

Bang.

"GAME, Lihai University Affiliated High School, 4-0. "

Bang.

Bang.

"GAME, Lihai University High School, 5-0. "

The score climbs at a rate like a rocket.

The spectators clearly felt that time had not passed long, and the game had already ended two small rounds.

The score came to 5-0.

Everyone shook their heads and sighed secretly.

Keigo Jibe was decided, and there was no hope of winning.

"This guy, doesn't he have a weakness?"

Keigo Keibe holds a racket in one hand and covers his face with the other.

The sharp gaze locked on Hakuri Hiiragi's body through the gap between his fingers, scanning back and forth.

Five points behind, a proper desperate situation.

But Keigo Keibe's fighting spirit has never wavered in the slightest from beginning to end.

Even if there is an insurmountable huge gap in strength between himself and Hakuri Hiiragi, his will is still firm.

What is this little setback?

As a child, Keigo Kibe lived in England.

The UK is a country with a strong tennis atmosphere, and a large number of national players have been exposed to tennis since childhood.

In addition, Westerners are naturally superior to Easterners in terms of physique.

As a result, Keigo Kibe almost lost from a small to a big one.

His path to growth was the least lacking in failures.

If you were an ordinary person, you would have already sunk in the endless blows, and you will collapse.

Keigo Jibe, not.

Failure after failure, instead of defeating Keigo Jibe, helped him hone his will as solid as a rock.