Tennis: Sorry! I'm In Gear!

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"The score is 4-0! Nan Lin leads!"

As a tennis ball popped out of Atobe Keigo's court again, Tachibana Yoshihei reported the current score.

"Puff-"

"Hoohoohoo..."

Atobe Keigo even half-kneeled on the ground, supporting his body with racquet, gasping for breath.

Now he feels that his body does not belong to him.

His physical strength, who has always been best at tug-of-war, can be said to be his most solid cornerstone.

But now it's like playing two games in a row against national-level masters with all-out efforts.

In contrast, Nan Lin.

There was not even sweat on his forehead.

This guy won't be tired!

Atobe Keigo looked at Nan Lin with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

In these four small rounds, from the beginning of his temptation, he was completely fired up.

But in the face of Nan Lin's ball, he was like a lost dog that couldn't stop.

In addition to chasing the ball back and letting the opponent be at the mercy of him, he has no other choice.

So much so that his arms and calves were bruised from throwing the ball.

"serve it..."

"There are still two innings, and the game is over."

A tennis ball is thrown at Atobe Keigo by Nan Lin.

The latter has no strength to connect the ball.

Leng is to miss tennis after raising his hand.

This scene made everyone in the off-court battle, as well as Tachibana Yoshihei and Akutsu, staring blankly.

Tachibana Jiping knew that Nan Lin was not releasing water in this game, but the "sea".

But Atobe Keigo, who was as strong as Emperor Hyotei, was unable to fight after four rounds.

How strong is the real power of your own minister?

Unfathomable.

For Nan Lin, he only has this comment.

Can someone really play a full game with him?

Akutsu, on the other hand, digested everything Nan Lin taught him during the game.

Seeing Atobe Keigo's current appearance, he slowly clenched his fists after regaining some strength.

His first goal is to play a full game with Nan Lin to start.

Others on the sidelines were too surprised to speak.

If you don't see it with your own eyes.

How could they believe that among high school students, the head of the Hyotei Tennis Department, who was at a high level, would be beaten by a first-year student to the point that he could not stand up.

If this is spread out, the borders of the country will be turned upside down!

"I don't even have the strength to serve..."

"Looks like there's no need to fight."

"Tachibana, back to school!"

"Yes!"

Nan Lin watched Atobe Keigo pick up the ball with gritted teeth and walk back to the baseline with difficulty to serve.

But the other party was so tired that he couldn't even stand, and the tiredness of his arm made him unable to lift the racquet.

He shook his head and said, picked up his tennis bag, and left with Tachibana Jihei.

And when he left, Atobe Keigo behind him seemed to have reached his limit.

Eyes darkened, the whole person fell backwards.

Swish!

At this moment, a tall figure caught his body, preventing him from hurting himself by falling down.

"Huadi, this uncle lost..."

"How can this guy be so strong!"

Atobe Keigo woke up a few seconds later and found himself being carried by Kabaji Munehiro on his shoulders, Nan Lin and Tachibana Jihei had already left the court.

He muttered in a disappointed voice.

"..."

Kabaji Munehiro still stared blankly, but soon he said suddenly: "Next time, next time I will win!"

Hearing his words, Atobe Keigo chuckled.

"Forget it, Huadi, don't comfort me!"

"But you're right! If you lose this time, you won't be sure next time!"

"Besides that guy Tezuka, I have found a stronger opponent again!"

"Fudomine Nan Lin..."

"We should meet at the Metropolitan Congress! I'm really... looking forward to it!"

Atobe Keigo said, a trace of solemnity and fighting intent appeared on his face.

"it's so funny!"

"It's just your hairy guy who wants to beat that guy!"

And just when Atobe Keigo's fighting spirit ignited, Akutsu, who could barely stand up by himself, sneered and said.

"You guy, are you provoking this uncle?"

"How stupid!"

Immediately.

Atobe Keigo looked at him coldly and replied.

"If you have the ability, say it again!"

Akutsu has nothing to do with Nan Lin, but he doesn't care who Atobe Keigo is.

Not to mention the eldest young master of the Atobe Group.

If he messed with him, even the chairman of Atobe Group would beat him up!

"Hahahaha! A guy who was beaten and vomited blood in two small rounds is so arrogant! Huadi, there are too many people in this world who are ignorant!"

"Bastard! What qualifications do you have to talk about Lao Tzu as a guy who can't even stand up in battle!"

"My uncle is carried home by someone, unlike some people! I can only hide in the corner and lick the wound by myself!"

"I'm so pissed! Do you know who you're talking to!"

...

At the end of the game, the spectators who had already dispersed were gathered again by the quarrel between Atobe Keigo and Akutsu.

If the two of them didn't have the strength to use their hands, I'm afraid they would have been in a ball.

In normal times, Atobe Keigo may have directly asked his bodyguard or Kabaji Munehiro to teach Akutsu a lesson.

but now.

Perhaps he also wanted to vent his unhappiness at losing to Nan Lin, but he was stunned by Huadi and "splashed" with Akujin.

After half an hour.

Both mouths were dry.

In the end, it was agreed that in the game, the two would use tennis to decide the outcome!

regardless of what happened between them.

The result of today's match between the club Nan Lin and Atobe Keigo has spread throughout the Kanto region in one day.

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