Tennis: Sorry! I'm In Gear!

“Serve timed out! Fudomine scores! Scored 15-0!”

"Serve timed out! Fudomine scores! Scored 30-0!

"Serve overtime! Fudomine score! Score 40-0! match point!

Seventh inning.

Seiichi Yukimura is still in the midst of annihilating the five senses~.

Everyone in the audience shook their heads helplessly.

Even Genichiro Sanada and the others sat on the players' seats with pale faces.

still...

can't you...

Approaching three innings, Seiichi Yukimura remained stunned.

Only one last chance left.

The referee was even looking at the serve timer, as if the final penalty would be announced in the next second.

Nan Lin also set his sights on Seiichi Yukimura.

Does this defeat you completely?

Winning Seiichi Yukimura was easy for Nan Lin, but he wanted to see that the opponent was stronger than he was.

Then can his suppression of Seiichi Yukimura allow the other party to surprise him again.

U-17 World Cup.

Besides him, the most suitable leader among middle school students is the other side.

If the opponent can grow again in this game, that's what Nan Lin wants to see.

"Om-"

Just when the referee's mouth was about to open, a dazzling light burst out from Seiichi Yukimura's body.

The void in his eyes was swept away.

Instead, it was pure.

He, Seiichi Yukimura, came out!

Quickly pick up the racquet that fell on the ground, and the serve action was completed almost instantly.

"Bam—"

Nan Lin, who was sitting on the ground, raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

He didn't pay attention to the tennis ball that flew past him at a very fast speed.

It didn't disappoint him.

"It's a little late, but it's better than never being awake... 99

"Seiichi Yukimura, now you know the true meaning of seamlessness?"

Nan Lin slowly got up, patted the dust-stained trouser leg on the court, and opened his mouth.

And Seiichi Yukimura finally opened the limit of seamlessness at the last minute, which surprised everyone in the audience.

Sanada Genichiro and the others all stood up from the player's seat excitedly.

There is still hope!

still have a chance!

As long as Seiichi Yukimura is still standing on the court, they believe that the other side will be able to turn the whole situation around.

He might not have had the chance to compete with Nan Lin, who had a seamless start.

"sorry to keep you waiting......

"Nan Lin, thank you!

"I have completely understood how my future tennis path should go."

"It's the last ball, I know that the gap between you and me is probably far greater than the similarity between me!"

"Nioh, he did not succeed in imagining you in the game, to be more precise, what he imagining is only the tip of the iceberg of your strength!

"Although it's only a goal, but despite this, he also suffered from severe physical exhaustion!"

"I hope you show me your true strength! Even if it's just this last goal! Please!"

Seiichi Yukimura, who is at the limit of seamlessness, even now his strength is enough to suppress 99% of the junior high school students watching this game.

But in his eyes, Nan Lin is no different from when the game started.

He still couldn't see the limit of the opponent's strength.

So he knew very well that it was impossible for him to win this game.

"A can of soda!""

"Also! That guy Niou Masaharu phantom me, it really makes me unhappy!""

"He's in the hospital now, so you, the minister, have to be in charge! After the game, go to the Fudomine Tennis Club as a sparring partner for three days! 55

Seiichi Yukimura's mouth twitched at Nan Lin's words.

The entire national middle school dared to let Seiichi Yukimura go to another school as a sparring partner, probably only Nan Lin in front of him.

But he did not hesitate.

"it is good!"

"Hehe, happy! Serve!"

"Don't take it hard, I think you don't want to experience the feeling of lying in a hospital bed anymore."

Nan Lin said with a chuckle.

Since he wants to see his own strength, Nan Lin doesn't mind letting the other party know in advance what world-class tennis is.

Although his voice was not loud, the words between the two people who attracted the attention of the audience naturally made Atobe Keigo and the others hear them clearly.

"coming!"

"Is that the trick?!"

"That goal in the regional qualifiers?

"No! That trick makes my legs feel weak now just thinking about it.""

Especially those at Seigaku.

When I heard that Nan Lin was serious, I immediately thought of the scene when the opponent played Breath of the Wind in the regional qualifiers.

Kikumaru Eiji unconsciously put his hands on the shoulders of Oishi Syuichirou and Fuji Syusuke beside him, as if this would relieve some of his fears.

Echizen Ryoma knows more.

Because he had seen the ball between Nan Lin and his father.

But he is not sure if Nan Lin will really show that kind of strength like that time.

With everyone watching, Seiichi Yukimura tossed the tennis ball in his hand.

He knew he would lose, but he still chose to see what Nan Lin's strength had reached.

Winning or losing was not so important to him at this moment.

"Bam—"

Swing the ball!

・・・Flowers 0・・

The strength, control and speed of the ball far exceeded his performance at the beginning of the game.

On the Fudomine player's seat, Akutsu and Tachibana Jihei also had their eyes on fire.

This ball is replaced by them, and they also need to fight with all their energy.

Even the latter must turn on the blessing of wild invasion to ensure 100% counterattack.

"Om-"

The moment Seiichi Yukimura hit the ball, a phantom of a sharp blade appeared behind Nan Lin.

Spinning Blade.

The sharp blade is curved in the shape of a machete, and the faintly chilling aura directly stagnates Seiichi Yukimura's light that represents the limit of seamlessness.

Obviously, his serve is almost difficult to capture the trajectory in the eyes of everyone.

But when entering Nan Lin's court, time and space seem to be slowly stopping.

The phantom of the whirling blade behind Nan Lin was spinning, and the direction of rotation was the same as the direction of rotation on the ball.

"Boom! 35

When the tennis ball bounced off the ground, Nan Lin's figure appeared in front of the ball in the blink of an eye.

"Seiichi Yukimura, the middle of the country is too small!"

"The stage of the world is waiting for you!"

"Rather than being called the Son of God, it's better to take your tennis ball to the world and become a god in the eyes of others!"5

"This ball is your starting point!

"Boom—'

Nan Lin spoke coldly and waved it with a slap.

"Boom-one-35'

In an instant.

The whirling blade behind him was completely integrated into the tennis ball he hit.

In the next second, the entire tennis seemed to disappear from everyone's eyes.

"boom!

And when the sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground sounded again.

Everything returned to calm.

The racquet cables in Seiichi Yukimura's hands had all snapped before he could even react.

There were also several cracks on the outer edge of the racquet that looked like they had been cut by a sharp blade.

It seems that with just a little force, the entire racquet will shatter.

And behind him.

A tennis ball that has been rubbed to black fell into the baseline.

"呲呲呲-"

In a silent playing field, only the sound of it spinning in place resounded throughout the court.

After the referee came back to his senses, he almost fell from the referee chair.

He staggered and ran to the observation deck, pushed the dazed staff aside, and watched the eagle eye monitor.

It took a full 8 times to slow down to see the trajectory of the tennis ball.

Scoring works!

Surprised, he immediately picked up the microphone on the side and shouted: "Score! The score is valid! The game is over! The score is 6-1! The third singles winner is Fudomine Middle-School Nan Lin! 99

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