Tennis: Sorry! I'm In Gear!

"competition is over!

“Nan Lin wins! 4–0!”

"Huhuhu......55

On the 11th court.

A flat-headed high school student knelt down on the court, trembling all over, and his lips were pale.

He couldn't figure it out.

Why did I just serve, and I only played 4 small rounds, and I couldn't even stand up.

He felt more tired than a tiebreak.

"It's not suitable for you to continue training today, you'd better find a place to rest!"

Less than half an hour.

He's already got his opponent on court 16-11.

No game is longer than 5 minutes.

certainly.

In addition to Matsukami Kata on the 16th, there was also a guy in the court on the 13th who made Nan Lin feel uncomfortable.

As a result, he sent the opponent directly to the infirmary with a ball.

It looks like a guy named Matsudaira.

"Having played 6 courts in half an hour, I seem to be in a hurry!"

"For what?"

"Wouldn't it be better to play with them more?"

Irie Kanata looked at Nan Lin who was going to court No. 10, and said lightly while holding her chin in the distance.

I don't know if I'm asking myself, or just curious.

"A game like this is just a waste of time for him...'

"Kurobe and the others are about to stop! After all, high school students after court No. 10 do not need to be eliminated!

Tanegashima Shuji spoke softly from the side.

"I'm looking forward to a fight with him on court 5.

Kijujiro stared at Nan Lin's figure and spoke in a deep voice.

Irie Kanata Tanegashima Shuji was taken aback for a moment.

The former waved his hand directly: "Impossible! Ghost! Even if they want to beat Coach Kurobe, they can't let you fight in this situation!

"Student Nan Lin is always a hidden hole card! 35

"It's not a good thing to expose it now!

Oni Jujiro heard this and sighed.

He knew there was nothing wrong with what the other party said.

But in the face of a genius like Nan Lin, the excitement and fighting spirit in his heart are beyond their comprehension.

the other side.

Byodoin and others also learned that Nan Lin has moved from court No. 16 to court No. 10.

And it only took half an hour.

This gave Byōdōin Hōō some interest.

"I didn't expect that this middle school student is not a complete waste...

"Who is his next opponent?

Mitsuya Akuto listened, and he lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said lightly: "If my data is correct, it should be a high school student who has just entered U17, Mōri Juzaburō!

"Just entered U-17? Court No. 10?"

Byōdōin Hōō was a little surprised.

Genius is called genius.

That is to grow faster than ordinary people.

It's not that geniuses don't work hard, but that geniuses work much better than ordinary people.

so.

In the same amount of time, geniuses achieve more than their peers.

The same principle applies to tennis.

There are not many people who can be selected for the U-17!

There are very few people who can enter the No. 10 court.

"...'

Aside, Tsukimitsu Ochi heard Mōri Juzaburō's name and couldn't help muttering to himself.

"Yuezhi, do you know him?"

Kimijima was a little curious.

"It doesn't count! I played against him in the national competition in the middle school!

Tsukimitsu Ochi said lightly.

"Who's winning?"

Kimijima pressed.

"Yuezhi 6:0 to zero this guy called Mōri Juzaburō!

Mitsuya Akuto said.

"Cut! After a long time, I'm still a weak chicken!

In the corner, a man with long hair in a shawl said contemptuously.

The expression on his face when he spoke made him feel extremely gloomy.

Tohno Atsukyo.

One of the army!

Court Executioner! Violent tennis fanatic!

"No! On the contrary! Although he was defeated by Yuezhi, it cannot be denied that he is a genius!"

"Maybe this game will be interesting! 35

Mitsuya Akuto spoke again at this time.

"Is it interesting? Let's wait until we win!

"Maybe it's the last one!"

Byōdōin Hōō said and looked out the window.

The high school students gathered in Wu Wuyang made his eyes narrow.

Bunch of trash!

Actually let a middle school student hit the 10th court!

Did you just clear three?

Still too little!

When Nan Lin walked into court No. 10, a long-haired man with slightly curly hair was already waiting for him on the other side of the court with a racquet.

"What an amazing middle school student"!

"Fudomine Middle-School..."

"Looks like you're going to be a dark horse at this year's Nationals!

"The regional qualifiers are over, right? The Metropolitan Conference should be nothing to you.

"I'm really looking forward to the scene where you play against Yukimura and the others at the Kanto Tournament.

Mōri Juzaburō took the initiative to start the conversation with a chuckle.

"A high school student who graduated from Rikkai University? 39

"Mōri Juzaburō?"

Nan Lin heard the other party's words and guessed who the other party was based on the appearance of the other party.

"Eh? You actually know me? I didn't expect that even after graduating, I would be known by a middle school student. It's such an honor!

Mōri Juzaburō was a little surprised.

"So, my opponent is you..."

"That's right! Little guy! Although you're really strong, you've already picked 6 courts. We high school students will really lose face if we lose!"

"Face is something that depends on strength! 39

"Uh...what a grumpy little guy! 35

Mōri Juzaburō was a little embarrassed by what Nan Lin said.

"Game start!"

"No. 10 court Mōri Juzaburō VS Nan Lin! 35

"Served by challenger Nan Lin!

On the referee's chair is a high school student from court No. 8.

After he spoke, Nan Lin stood on the baseline, throwing the tennis ball in his hand.

And Mōri Juzaburō in front of him also changed his expression of laughter, watching Nan Lin serve's actions seriously.

Like those high school students, he didn't think that a first-year middle school student could beat a high school student.

But it came down six games in a row.

He has to admit that Nan Lin's strength is far beyond his imagination.

There wasn't any flashy game, or none of those opponents were worthy of his full strength.

Just relying on basic serve and counterattack, it is completely crushed by hard power.

Aside from those high school students in front of court five, this was the first opponent he faced that put him under pressure.

bang——

After Nan Lin served, he only felt a shadow flashing before his eyes.

"Score!"

"The odds are 15–0!"

The high school student serving as the referee frowned slightly as he watched Mōri Juzaburō who was unresponsive.

Is it still the same result.

"After experiencing it for yourself, I realized why even the geniuses like Yukimura were not invited to U-17, and you can step into this door in the first grade!"

Mōri Juzaburō slowly exhaled and said with emotion.

Seiichi Yukimura, Sanada Genichiro, Yanagi Renji.

As their seniors, although they never had a good impression of themselves because they never participated in training.

but.

Only he knows best that these three people are geniuses!

Especially Seiichi Yukimura, known as the "Son of God".

Even if he has woken up now, no longer slack, and wants to work hard on the road of tennis, he has no absolute certainty that he can defeat the opponent now.

But such a middle school student is still not qualified to enter the U-17.

"Instead of having time to sigh with emotion, think about how to catch my serve!"

Nan Lin glanced at him and said lightly.

Mōri Juzaburō.

Definitely an unexpected genius.

In the original plot, the opponent has grown to the position of No. 10 in the First Army.

It was even hailed by Byōdōin Hōō as the successor of Japan U-17 after their generation!

This is not a simple matter.

He is also the only one who has received such an evaluation in the mouth of Byōdōin Hōō, who is either weak or strong!

but.

Now he obviously needs a period of growth.

The other party should not have mastered the magical "Sleeping God" mode.

Thoughts dissipate.

Nan Lin serves again.

This shot he slowed down the speed of the ball, and also turned off the passives of Doomsday and Lightning Dagger.

He wanted to see what level Mōri Juzaburō was at now.

"I see!"

"Is it intentional? It's really uncomfortable to be looked down upon!

Mōri Juzaburō also instantly grasped the trajectory of the ball.

But he knew very well that it was not that he had the ability to counter Nan Lin's serve, but that the opponent deliberately slowed down the ball.

Some whispered dissatisfaction, but he did not give up the ball.

Growing up in the game is what he wants to do the most!

Run fast with your feet and kick the ball with your backhand.

"Call back!

"Finally someone can hit this kid's ball back!"

"Maori! Come on!"

"Marley! Win!

The people in court No. 10 were most excited to see Mōri Juzaburō's counterattack at this time.

Because the other party was the first to catch Nan Lin serve.

As long as you catch serve, the direction of the game will be different!

But they didn't find out.

Before they knew it, they had put Nan Lin's strength too high in their hearts.

So much so that Mōri Juzaburō catching the serve is one thing that makes them happy.

"Bam—"

Nan Lin raised his hand to chop and landed in the frontcourt.

By the time the tennis ball bounced, Mōri Juzaburō had arrived again.

But when he was swinging, he was surprised to find that the direction of the ball bounced was the side.

Isn't it underspin?

This does not conform to sports logic!

He made a mistake in judgment before he could react, his swing missed and he lost a ball again.

"If it's just this kind of strength, I think you might not be able to stop me...

"I'm afraid you won't be able to keep your face with such strength.

Nan Lin looked at the stunned Mōri Juzaburō and spoke lightly.

"The game isn't over yet!"

The latter just took a deep look at the mark when the eyeball landed, and walked back to the baseline after speaking in a deep voice.

"Then try again...'

Nan Lin raised his eyebrows slightly and murmured.

"Boom!"

Serve again with Nan Lin.

The game starts again!

This time Nan Lin directly drew the ball against the opponent!

but.

It seems to be intense.

But those watching the fight could tell at a glance that things were bad for Mōri Juzaburō.

"Damn, the spin on the ball is amazing...

If it were you, what would you do?

Although Tanegashima Shuji and the others were far apart, he could see something was wrong at a glance.

Kijujiro also looked at Nan Lin who was swinging with admiration.

"Using the rotation of the tennis ball will guide the opponent to return the ball in the way he expects. Such pulling is definitely a great drain on the opponent's physical strength! 99

"If it were me, maybe I should try changing the rotation of the tennis ball!

"However, the current Mōri Juzaburō should have tried it, but it didn't work out!

Irie Kanata listened and nodded.

Then he smiled slightly, and Yunyou said, "I can see that Nan Lin is a little interested in this guy named Mōri Juzaburō!

"Otherwise, I wouldn't play with him for so long!"

"It seems that in addition to Tokugawa, there may be another good seedling in the base!"

Tanegashima Shuji waved his hand immediately: "That's a good relationship! Since Nan Lin likes it, then leave it to him! Anyway, the two of you already have Tokugawa, so you can't be too busy!

Oni Jujiro and Irie Kanata looked at each other, then looked at Tanegashima Shuji together: "What about you?"

"I?"

Tanegashima Shuji was taken aback.

Then he spread his hands: "Why do you bother me with this kind of thing? I'd rather go to sleep after training!

present.

Oni Jujiro gave him a blank look and stopped talking.

Inside the 10th court.

"Nan Lin scores! Score 40-0! 95

"match point!"

Although it took more time than dealing with those people before, Nan Lin felt more and more that this Mōri Juzaburō was a bit interesting.

Several times in order to catch the ball, I temporarily unloaded my joints.

"It's the last ball."

Looking at Mōri Juzaburō who was gasping for breath, Nan Lin spoke slowly.

"It's so embarrassing!

"You can't even get a point!"

"Can you tell me how much power was used?"

Mōri Juzaburō was a little unconvinced at first.

But until now, he has no such idea.

He knew that Nan Lin had put water, but he was very curious about how much.

"How much power?"

"It's a warm-up!

Nan Lin thought for a moment and gave an answer that made Mōri Juzaburō almost spit out a mouthful of blood (to Wang Hao).

Is it... a warm-up?!

After calming himself down, Mōri Juzaburō threw the tennis ball with all his strength.

While swinging, he shouted: "Let me see your strength!"

Although the physical strength is basically exhausted.

But the speed and skill of this serve far surpassed everyone in court 11-16.

face the ball.

Nan Lin tilted his head and waved his racquet.

boom!

"Crack-"

next second.

Mōri Juzaburō only felt a shock, and then a strong wind blew across his cheek.

Behind him, the barbed wire in court No. 10 made a sound like it was being torn.

When he came back to his senses.

A fist-sized pothole appeared in the court in front of him.

And he subconsciously turned his head to look at the barbed wire behind him.

A hole of the same size appeared on it.

The iron wires around it have been broken and intertwined.

"..."

It wasn't just him who was stunned.

All the people watching this game, except Kijujiro and the others, all had their mouths open.

What a joke!

Is this kind of power really something that middle school students can play?

At this time, they suddenly thought of Matsukami Kata and the two who were sent away because they wanted to maliciously hurt Nan Lin.

I thought Nan Lin was too ruthless.

Now it seems.

That is definitely merciful!

In exchange for this ball, the head must not be blown away on the spot?

"tt..."

"competition is over!

“Winner! Nan Lin!”

The high school student sitting on the referee's chair was so frightened by the ball that he stuttered.

After announcing the result of the game, he immediately ran out of the court.

a time.

After Mōri Juzaburō lost, the atmosphere in the entire U-17 became a bit gloomy.

Nan Lin's stay at U-17 is a foregone conclusion!

The first middle school student who officially established himself in U-17 was born Dong.