Tennis: People are big in Lihai, with hands in pockets

“Boom ——!!”

Thunder rolled.

Rain cats and dogs.

The light of the Lihai Grand Tennis Department was maintained at the moment only by the silver electric dragon that roamed in the sky.

The canopy behind the gods.

The figure of the scythe of the god of death in black robes seems to be in line with the sky curtain, which is extremely spectacular, looking like a ten-story building as tall, suspended in the sky curtain, like a mirage.

Death hangs high.

Relying on the thunder light behind him.

It’s like the end of the world in a science fiction movie.

“Inoue-senpai, that thing? Mirage? It feels horrible! ”

Shiba Saori’s eyes widened, and she lost her voice a little, seeing something incredible.

Three seconds later.

She suddenly reacted.

Hurriedly raised the camera hanging on his chest and focused on the sky behind Shen Lixi.

“Shibasa, don’t shoot.”

Suddenly.

Mamoru Inoue reached out to cover her camera lens with a serious expression.

“This ability, without the consent of the gods, do not shoot, everyone has their own hole cards.”

“Not suitable.”

As a senior in the workplace and a professional journalist, Mamoru Inoue’s professional ethics are very good.

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

Even if there are thousands of people in the field now who see the scene behind the gods, it is only these thousand people.

Let alone.

This sense of atmosphere and tension on the spot cannot be replaced by photos, and it has no meaning and no reference value when taken.

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

Because this is beyond the understanding of most ordinary people.

Anything that increased the incident, Mamoru Inoue did not want to do.

This will prevent Shibasaori from taking pictures.

“However, Inoue-senpai, even if I wanted to take pictures of “907”, I couldn’t shoot anything. ”

Shiba Saori reluctantly picked up the camera: “When I wanted to shoot just now, I couldn’t focus on anything inside. ”

“If that’s the case…”

Mamoru Inoue 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 ambient atmosphere.”

“It seems that what matters is not the environment, but the aura of the gods.”

“In this way, during this short period of retreat, the study of spiritual power has deepened…”

Mamoru Inoue’s eyes were full of shock when he looked at Kamito.

He once interviewed his idol, Mr. Nanjiro Echizen.

Get an answer like this.

“[The human spirit is the most mysterious five-dimensional since the birth of man, and each person’s spirit is a unique existence. 】

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

[Strictly speaking, I am no different from other tennis players, and there are even players in the world who are more talented than me, but I have a different spirit than them. 】

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

[The human spirit has infinite possibilities. 】

[Maybe in the next second, a new spirit will appear and open the next era of tennis. 】”

Echizen Nanjiro’s words echoed in his mind.

This moment.

Looking at the gods on the court, Inoue Mamoru suddenly had a thought born in his heart for no reason.

“Mr. Minamijiro… The person who ushered in the next new era of tennis is right in front of my eyes. ”

On the pitch.

Tokugawa was drenched and his face was full of horror.

The cold sweat oozing from his face was already mixed with the rain.

Look up at the sky.

The view was disturbed by heavy rain and night.

But because the distance is too close.

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

The pressure is suffocating.

The deepest fear filled his nerves to the maximum.

From the moment the aura of the gods emanated, his body seemed to carry a heavy object, gradually accumulating to the extent that it could crush him.

It’s not just the fear of the external senses, but also the crushing of the spirit.

He, already a little bit of it.

Is this god in front of him really only 15 years old?

This level of mental power can be possessed by a 15-year-old middle school student?

No!

This kind of mental power, even if it is placed on professional players, is extraordinary!

“Unless I can reach a new level mentally, I won’t even be qualified to stand on the pitch and play!”

Tokugawa came to a conclusion in his heart.

Right now.

He seems to have understood the truth of the metaphor that Oni Jujiro told him at that time, “If you can’t touch the power of [another dimension], you can’t defeat Byodoin.”

It is not enough to 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 was almost overwhelmed.

The mental pressure was so great that he was on the verge of collapse, and now he alone could not relieve it, and he was about to be torn apart.

Good in the next second.

The suffocating pressure seemed to have eased.

Tokugawa glanced at Kamisaki on the other side of the stadium, and the shadow of death behind the latter had disappeared.

Apparently.

God withdrew.

Tokugawa breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and glanced at Kamisaki with a little gratitude.

And with the convergence of the aura of the gods, the changes on the court also followed.

It’s like a chemical reaction.

The rain is getting less.

The dark clouds that have been squeezed for a long time, after “spitting” this large wave of rain, the ink-like color gradually faded.

A minute later.

The rain stops.

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

Three minutes later.

The dark clouds have completely dispersed.

The sky in the distance revealed a little blue and white, and a golden yellow light illuminated the speckled clouds above the Lihai Grand Tennis Department red.

It was dusk and sunset.

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

But.

Wet pitch, small puddles in the distance.

Hanging nets, dripping canopies.

A cool body feeling, a muddy smell in the nasal cavity.

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

And the initiator of all this.

Just stand on the pitch.

Where everyone’s eyes converge.

Kamisato stood on the court, and the small puddle in front of him reflected the light on his body, making his whole body emit golden light.

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

The rain dripped down her long dark blue hair, dripping down her face.

On the chin, there is still a drop of crystal clear raindrops.

And all this.

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

God at the moment.

There is no longer the sense of oppression on the body just now.

He had a smile on his face.

The affinity is full again.

He looks exceptionally modest and gentle.

With just one smile, Kamito returned to the approachable Divine Senior.

It’s like nothing happened.

“Ugh!”

Kamisato raised his hand and flicked it, and the black racket in his hand flew in the direction of Kirihara.

All the members of the Lihai Grand Tennis Department immediately raised their hearts to their throats, for fear that the black racket would fall to the ground and break.

Kirihara was even more shocked, took two quick steps forward, stretched out his hands to catch it, and held it in his arms.

The surrounding members of the Lihai Grand Tennis Department immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time cast envious and jealous eyes towards Kirihara.

That’s Kamisato-sama’s racket!!

I want to touch !!! too

Kirihara! You give me death!!!

What a damn it! You dog Kirihara!! (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

And in the face of the envious and jealous eyes of everyone in the tennis club, Kirihara’s heart blossomed.

“Envy! Jealousy!!! ”

“I’m Kamisato’s junior! Are you sour? ”

“Sour is right!”

“Not only can I see Kamisato-senpai every day, but I can also keep his racket!”

Kirihara held the black racket, and if he received the most precious treasure, his heart was greatly satisfied.

“The game is over, thank you for your advice, welcome to come and guide again.”

The other side.

Kamisato smiled slightly at Tokugawa and Irie.

Say it.

Regardless of the two answering, they turned around and left the stadium.

After a game of ball, he was drenched and had to hurry back to the shower and change clothes, beware of catching a cold.

And this scene.

All the people in the Tokugawa, Irie, and Ice Emperor stadiums looked like a different scene.

God is accompanied by the dusk of the sky, and the back of himself leaving alone.

It seems that there is a loneliness and cold loneliness of a master.

Everyone watched silently until the figure of the god disappeared.

“What a monster.”

The Shinobu Yushi sighed on the side: “I’m afraid that this time, the name of the god will also cause a lot of shock in the high school tennis world.” ”

“He deserves it too.” Jibu sneered, revealing a hint of arrogance in his words, “U-17 training camp… There are so many self-righteous high school students in it, I’m afraid they won’t believe it after listening to it. ”

“But it doesn’t matter.”

“It’s early for the name of the gods to let the entire tennis world know.”

“After watching the game of this monster, we should also hurry up training.”

After listening to the words of the Ice Emperor, everyone nodded with deep understanding:

The road to tennis they should take is still very long.

Whether it was the high school student, or the gods, they were all targets they needed to catch up with.

“Let’s go!”

Jibu took the lead and left the tennis court with the Ice Emperor’s people.

“Tangerine, this god is really refreshing our cognition step by step.”

“How do you feel when you see Lihai Da with such a monster?”

Ibu Shinji glanced at Tachibana Yoshihira.

As they played, strong opponents appeared one by one.

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

Going around in circles, it was still Shenli who stood at the top.

“This year’s Fudongfeng, I’m afraid there is no hope of winning the national championship.”

“You can only try to hit the better rankings, and next year, it will be your best chance.”

Tachibana said matter-of-factly.

As far as this year’s national competition is concerned, they are no match for Qingxue, no match for the Ice Emperor, let alone Lihai University.

Champions are an unrealistic fantasy.

All they can do is do their best not to leave regrets for their youth, nothing more.

There is always someone to win the championship, there is always someone to lose.

Just improve yourself and do your best.

“Let’s go.”

Tachibana finished.

The man leading Fudo Peak also left the court.

“Alas… Seeing this monster with your own eyes is really desperate. Right, Oishi. ”

Kikumaru sighed.

This year, they went to the national championship and were full of confidence.

But right now.

After seeing the strength displayed by the gods, they were devastated.

“The chances of winning this year are really slim.”

Dashi couldn’t help but speak.

In fact.

This is vague, after seeing the strength of the gods, you can still say that it is vague, it is really a good state of mind.

It’s just that Dashi can’t bear to hit everyone.

“Senior Buer, you say, is it possible for us to win the Lihai University?”

Momocheng spoke, obviously a little frustrated.

“If Kamisato doesn’t play, Tezuka comes back in his prime, and Echizen comes back from the National Open, then there should be a chance.”

Fuji smiled.

Compared with Qingxue’s victory, now he is attracted by the strength displayed by the talents of the gods.

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

After small talk.

The young students also left the stadium with them.

As the Ice Emperor, Fudongfeng, and Qingxue left, the people of the Lihai Grand Tennis Department also dispersed one after another.

The time for the club’s activities has ended.

The two high school students, Tokugawa and Irie, also disappeared long ago with Kamisato’s hind foot.

Only Shibasaori and Mamoru Inoue were left on the court.

The two looked at the 3.8-pound empty stadium in a blink of an eye, and their hearts were full of emotion.

“Inoue-senpai, you say, is Kamisato really that amazing?”

“Even the weather seems to be following his orders.”

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

Shiba Saori recalled the magical scene just now, and was amazed.

Everything is so just right.

It has to be suspected that God has superpowers.

“No, it should just be a coincidence.”

Mamoru Inoue didn’t think it was outrageous.

“This kind of sudden thunderstorm in summer is quite common.”

“Cumulonimbus clouds stop in the next burst, a very common thing.”

“You, you still watch too many movies.”

“Let’s go, it’s time to report back to the company to catch up with today’s manuscript.”

Finish speaking.

Mamoru Inoue turned to leave.

“Eh! Inoue senpai! Wait for me! Shall we take a taxi back! ”

When everyone left the stadium.

A figure walked into the tennis court alone, and he went straight to the center court where Kamisato had just played Tokugawa.

Glancing down at the traces of the court.

Scorched black ball marks remained.

“Tennis… Can it even reach this level? ”

“That guy, where is the real strength boundary…”

Yakuzu squinted.

Quietly looking at the place where Shen Li had just stood, he fell into deep thought.