Tennis: Sorry! I'm In Gear!

The match between Atobe Keigo and Nan Lin drew the entire tennis club to watch.

After all, Nan Lin's strength has been obvious to all.

And Atobe Keigo is also a well-known presence in the Kanto junior high school tennis world.

Hyotei Emperor.

He has taken over from Tsukimitsu Ochi, who has taken Hyotei Gakuen to the top of the country since his first grade.

Became Head of the Tennis Department of Hyotei Gakuen.

National strength, no doubt.

not to mention.

The identity of the eldest young master of the Atobe family made him the center of attention.

I saw that he was holding the racquet in his right hand, and his left hand slowly lifted his purple-gray bangs.

Under the navy blue pupil of his right eye, a tear mole is his most iconic feature.

"It was an exciting game..."

"In order to thank you for making me feel this way, let the serve bureau let you!"

The corners of Atobe Keigo's mouth twitched slightly, looking at the indifferent Nan Lin and opening his mouth with a light smile.

"What a cocky guy..."

Tachibana Jihei sat back on the referee's chair, and when he heard his words, he could not help but grit his teeth and whisper.

On both sides of him, one was Kabaji Munehiro with a dull expression, and the other was barely able to sit up straight, looking at Akutsu in the court with a full face.

"Ban Cun Tou, although I don't like you two guys! But I agree with this sentence!"

To Tachibana Jihei's surprise, Akutsu heard his words, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and spoke coldly.

Although he doesn't know how powerful Atobe Keigo is.

But he only knew one thing.

I was defeated by Nan Lin!

Never allow others to beat each other until you get your own revenge.

otherwise.

It is equivalent to two people standing on his head at the same time.

This is absolutely unacceptable to him.

Tachibana Jihei also looked at Akutsu in amazement.

good guy.

This product is considered "love and hate"?

inside the field.

"Serve for me?"

Nan Lin raised his eyebrows slightly.

He didn't expect Atobe Keigo to be so arrogant.

The opponent who saw the duel between himself and Akutsu just now was thinking of "letting" himself.

If this is true, his evaluation of Atobe Keigo will plummet.

People without self-awareness are the most unsaved people.

but.

He didn't bother to talk about these things with the other side either. He had only two goals in playing this game.

One is for the ten server machines.

Fudomine Middle-School can't afford such equipment.

The "one blood" of this "cash cow" naturally needs to be a little more ruthless.

Who knows if this out of stock will agree to this kind of bet in the future.

The second is to let Akujin, a tennis novice, take a good look at how tennis should be played.

so.

In this game, Nan Lin even turned off Lightning Dagger and Doomsday's passive.

If it ends too soon, the other party won't learn anything.

"The game starts, Nan Lin vs Atobe Keigo! Nan Lin serve!"

On the referee chair, the referee Tachibana Jihei spoke again.

a time.

Everyone's attention outside the court was on Nan Lin.

Not to mention Atobe Keigo on the court.

He didn't give Nan Lin the serve game to "let" Nan Lin.

Instead, I want to know more about Nan Lin's playing habits and methods.

His style of play is actually a kind of data tennis in a sense.

However, he stalled the game through his insight and absolutely solid fundamentals and stamina.

certainly.

He's more of a development of his game than stat tennis-style players like Inui Sadaharu and Yanagi Renji.

This is also his innate talent.

"Let this uncle see how good your serve is!"

Atobe Keigo murmured to himself, his navy blue pupils flashing a gleam at this moment.

"Clap--"

After Nan Lin took two shots of tennis, he looked at his Atobe Keigo intently.

Toss the ball, take off!

"Bam—"

A ball shadow hits the corner next to Atobe Keigo.

But seeing this ball, Atobe Keigo frowned slightly.

Take a quick step and swing the ball.

"Bam—"

Got it!

And it hits back with a single hand shot!

The tennis ball quickly hit the other half of Nan Lin's court.

see this scene.

Tachibana Jihei was dumbfounded.

impossible!

He has seen Nan Lin's serve.

At the speed of Nan Lin's serving, he couldn't even see a shadow.

Even if Atobe Keigo's strength is really better than him, it's impossible to fight back so easily!

Akutsu also clenched his fists.

How is this going!

This kind of ball speed can also be received by yourself!

And just when the two of them were surprised, Nan Lin came to the spot where the ball fell in the blink of an eye.

Take a shot.

Called back.

that's it.

Tachibana Jihei, who thought that Nan Lin would easily crush Atobe Keigo, stared blankly at the first goal that was "white-hot".

After nearly 20 back and forth, no one intends to give up this point.

Atobe Keigo felt that something was wrong the more he played.

Although it is fun to play.

But this seems to be too easy compared to the game he imagined.

He felt that Nan Lin should not be just this kind of strength!

Although the speed of the ball is also very fast, compared to the national-level players he knows, such ball speed and strength are a lot worse!

"Hidden clumsy?"

"Stop joking! You actually keep your hands when you play with Uncle Ben! Who are you looking down on!"

Atobe Keigo thought of a possibility, and his face immediately gloomy.

Hold the racquet tightly and give the tennis ball a sharp increase in topspin while pulling the ball.

A shadow of the ball rushed to Nan Lin's left.

Facing this ball, Nan Lin's mouth twitched.

After catching up, turn the face slightly.

Backhand shot, the racquet is pushed down and cut out at a special angle.

The moment the racquet net catches the Let ball, the topspin force on the tennis ball is resolved, and even a backspin force is added to easily hit back in front of the net.

Atobe Keigo is not surprised. When Nan Lin poses for chop, he is already ready to go online.

"Humph!"

"You're not that guy, chop can't get a point from Uncle Ben!"

Atobe Keigo snorted coldly.

By the time the ball hit the ground, he had caught up with it.

Immediately swing the pat to provoke Nan Lin to the backcourt.

but.

next second.

His swinging hand couldn't help but stop, his whole body stiffened, and he looked in disbelief at the tennis ball that fell to the ground, didn't bounce, and then slowly rolled back to the net.

"Zero..."

"You actually know zero chop!"

[The new book asks for flowers and asks for evaluation tickets~]