Tennis: Sorry! I'm In Gear!

"Crack-"

"Fight to escape!"

When the racquet in Nan Lin's hand was about to touch the falling tennis ball.

The people in the entire court heard the figure of the firearm pulling the bolt.

bang——

boom! ! !

while hitting the ball.

The sniper rifle behind Nan Lin also trembled a little under everyone's terrified expressions.

For a split second, they couldn't even tell whether they were hearing the sound of a shot or the sound of the sniper rifle.

boom! ! !

Just when everyone was in shock.

The tennis ball shot by Nan Lin hit the court fence.

Suddenly there was a loud bang.

When everyone looked at the barbed wire, they all turned pale with fright, and many people even knelt on the ground with their legs soft.

"Gudu...it's not real! I must be dreaming!"

"How is that possible! Can tennis be played like this?"

"Stop joking! People will die!"

"I'm not watching the game! I'm going home! I'm going home!"

"My God! If I run one step late..."

There was constant discussion in the crowd.

Seigaku "Three Little Ones" was speechless.

They just know.

Also in the first year of middle school, Echizen Ryoma's tennis strength is beyond their reach.

And Nan Lin's ball seems to be no longer from the same world with them.

Inoue Mamoru and Shiba Saori were also trembling as adults.

The two of them looked at the barbed wire that was bombarded by Nan Lin's entire surface, and they didn't even want to raise the camera in their hands to take pictures.

Inoue Mamoru has confirmed.

Nan Lin is definitely a super genius who has mastered the other dimension!

The first year of middle school has such strength, even the samurai Echizen Nanjiro is far inferior to the opponent at his age!

Japan's tennis world is about to undergo a dramatic change.

Arai slumped on the ground, watching Nan Lin hit a ball and glanced at the crowd indifferently.

He couldn't even imagine that he had played two games with such a guy.

And it's still alive!

He doesn't know whether to feel lucky or unlucky now.

...

Seigaku everyone.

"Hand... Tezuka!"

Fuji Syusuke, who has always been calm and composed, was at a loss for words at this moment.

After he regained his senses, he immediately looked at Tezuka Kunimitsu beside him.

But Tezuka Kunimitsu was no better than him.

Even with such a ball, he has the belief that he doesn't want his elbows and will never play tennis in his life.

Can't fight back!

Is this really tennis that people can play?

"Agan...I should trust you!"

Tezuka Kunimitsu's expression stiffened and he spoke slowly.

Inui Sadaharu also smiled bitterly at this time.

He didn't know what to say, but after a few seconds of silence, he took out his notebook.

Turn to that page of Nan Lin's profile.

He crossed out all the above information with a pen.

Then the page was torn off.

The second time he saw tennis like this, he felt that he didn't need to record anything about the opponent at all.

No one can beat such an existence!

Even the guy with the big Rikkai is the same!

Echizen Ryoma stood there dumbfounded.

The racquet that I was holding in my hand fell to the ground again at some point.

Even if he learned tennis since childhood, Nan Lin's ball is completely beyond his comprehension.

For a split second, he even compared his father to Nan Lin.

But he didn't know how to compare.

What made him feel humiliated was that he would be opened such a big gap by a peer of the same age!

Echizen Ryoma's self-esteem and inner pride were shattered by Nan Lin's ball at this moment.

Sudden.

He ran to Nan Lin.

"Ryoma!"

"Echizen!"

"little guy!"

Seeing that he actually ran towards Nan Lin, everyone in Seigaku was taken aback.

They who have seen Nan Lin's ball with their own eyes are afraid that Echizen Ryoma will do something out of the ordinary.

Nan Lin, on the other hand, looked at Echizen Ryoma, who had a somewhat frightened expression in front of him, but daringly appeared in front of him.

"Is something wrong?"

"Who did you learn tennis with? What was that ball just now?"

Hearing what the other party said, Nan Lin chuckled lightly.

"I taught myself tennis..."

"As for the ball just now, you can go back and ask your father! Let's see if he tells you!"

As he spoke, he walked towards the stunned judges.

Echizen Ryoma was taken aback for a moment.

Does your father know?

...

"Referee, please give me the microphone!"

"Ah? Oh! Student Nan Lin! Please please!"

After listening to Nan Lin's words, the referee immediately handed back the microphone that Nan Lin had just thrown into his hand.

"thanks!"

After taking the microphone, Nan Lin turned to look at the group of people outside the arena who had completely quieted down.

"The ball just now was not to show how strong I am, but to let you guys know how to play violent tennis if you want to play it!"

"If there is another beep, I hope you can take my ball! Otherwise... hum!"

After Nan Lin finished speaking, he flicked the microphone and walked to the player's bench.

And even if his words were full of contempt, no one in the audience dared to stand up and say anything.

Everyone in Fudomine was holding their chests at this time, with smug smiles on their faces.

They felt an unprecedented sense of confidence and security the moment Nan Lin shot.

That's right!

Their Fudomine Tennis Club is not the same school as before, the coaches are trash!

Now they have strength, confidence, and someone to support!

This person is Nan Lin!

A person who can be a few hundred people because of his own players.

At this time, Akutsu's gaze towards Nan Lin was also very complicated.

Are you being protected?

hateful!

I am Akutsu Jin!

This guy!

But even though I was so dissatisfied and complained in my heart.

But where others can't see it.

On his cheek, a drop of liquid glittering in the sunlight fell.

Is it sweat?

maybe!

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