The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Although Yukimura is now sick, the aura exuding from his body is still not to be underestimated.

Those purple-blue eyes, although gentle, were concealed.

“It’s Akaji and Shihara of Emperor Light.” Sanada Kenichiro calmed his face and whispered.

Kirihara Chiya saw Akaji and involuntarily avoided his gaze.

Shiraishi Kuranosuke immediately noticed the school emblem of Tachikai University.

A hint of doubt appeared on his handsome face.

Lihai is all there, and it is really a rare liveliness.

The two groups of people passed by, and they were originally safe.

But I don’t know who shouted in the crowd.

“What day is it today, the famous Akaji actually came to the street tennis court.”

Immediately after that, another very loud sound sounded.

“Akaji, it’s the Akaji who defeated Seigaku Tezuka, Emperor Hikō!”

Hearing this, Seiichi Yukimura, who was about to leave, stopped.

Obviously, his magnolia-like clean face was covered with a faint layer of surprise.

Yukimura turned his head to look at Seijuro Akaji, who had already walked onto the court, and his right hand was slightly clenched.

It was he who defeated Tezuka.

Tezuka’s strength is clear to him.

Looking at the whole country, I am afraid that only Tezuka can make him Yukimura fight with all his might.

Kunimitsu Tezuka is one of several pinnacles in the world of junior tennis.

“Yukimura, what’s wrong with you?”

Seeing Yukimura stop, the jackal Kuwabara behind asked.

Yukimura smiled slightly, and there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

“Nothing.”

The street tennis court, because of the appearance of Akaji, suddenly exploded.

Kintaro Toyama scratched the back of his head, looking dazed.

He was carrying a tennis racket, looked at Akaji’s back in front of him, and asked suspiciously.

“Shiraishi, is that big brother famous, how come it seems that everyone here knows him?”

Shiraishi Kuranosuke did not answer.

But now he was able to be 100% sure –

The person who fought with him for the bandage was the Akaji he knew.

Atsushi Shihara sat in the empty seat and began to eat delicious bars boredly.

He supported his head with one hand and tilted his head to look at Akaji and Shiraishi on the field.

“Ahhh~~ Didn’t you say that you have to choose a gift for the little green boy, how did it become a competition~~”

Kintaro Toyama volunteered to take on the role of referee.

He stood on a section of the net, grinning and showing a mouthful of big white teeth.

“Oooo Shiraishi, we still have to catch the last train back to Osaka! ”

People on street tennis courts voluntarily retreated to the sidelines.

In their eyes, Akaji is a real master, and there is a difference between them and them.

Therefore, when they can see Akaji’s tennis matches, they all have a humble and educated heart.

Yukimura, who had planned to leave, also turned back after learning that Akaji was the one who defeated Tezuka.

He stood on the sidelines of the pitch, in shape.

But in his eyes, there was still a twinkle.

At one end of the court, Shiraishi Kuranosuke’s pupils were deep with a bit of a smile.

Looking at Seijuro Akaji on the opposite side, he threw the tennis ball in his hand into the air.

Shout!

Swing the slap, like a whip across the sky.

The serve has no unnecessary movement and flicks by.

“A crisp serve, as direct as a blade.”

The ball left an afterimage in the air and immediately landed on the T spot with unmistakable accuracy.

At this moment, Seijuro Akaji’s red eyes flashed with a hint of absoluteness.

After the ball bounced off the ground, he ran to the drop point.

Raise your racket.

“Bang!”

The ball was hit and flew back towards the half where Shiraishi Kuranosuke was.

Shiraishi Kuranosuke’s Internet movements are also very crisp.

Without superfluous decorative skills, he took a few big strides online.

In front of the net, he stretched his arm and intercepted the tennis ball in flight with a racket.

Seijuro Akaji stood in the middle of the court, a red cyclone slowly rising from the soles of his feet.

Circle after circle, gradually like a fog wrapped him up.

“Is that Akaji-kun’s ‘domain’?”

“That’s right, it looks amazing.”

Fumita Marui propped his hands on the back of the chair, his body lazily.

He chewed bubble gum and blew a big bubble.

Syllable!

The bubbles burst and the bubble gum stuck to his mouth.

Kirihara Chiya leaned over and asked with a curious look.

“In other words, who is the man with the bandage on his left hand?”

Liu Lianer squinted her eyes and introduced unhurriedly.

“Shitenhoji, Shiraishi Kuranosuke.”

Akaya Kirihara only participated in the official tournament this summer, so he has not met Shiraishi Kuranosuke.

But I have heard some rumors about him.

“The one who became a minister in the summer tournament of the second year and served as the singles first?!”

Liu Lianer nodded.

“Yes, Shiraishi’s tennis is considered the ‘Bible’ and his personal style stands out.”

After Shiraishi Zanosuke hit the ball back, he kept staring at Akaji tightly.

Without exception, those balls were sucked into the “red field”.

Shiraishi’s attempts to crack the “Red Field” were fruitless.

Bang!

Yellow-green tennis balls swirl in the air and fly.

On the pitch, only the sound of hitting and “stepping” footsteps remained.

“Ahhh~~ What a boring game~~” Atsushi Shihara, who was sitting on the steps, already yawned.

As soon as he finished his delicious stick, he began to eat takoyaki.

Bang bang!

Shiraishi Kuranosuke’s steps are very steady.

Before the ball hits the ground, the racket hits the ball out.

A heavy shot sounded.

The “red field” draws the ball in.

The ball landed into Shiraishi’s racket, which he slammed into the depths.

The ball slammed to the ground with a “bang”.

Very quickly, it is about to rush outside the bottom line.

But before the ball landed, it was suddenly affected by a powerful force.

Streaming down!

Immediately, the ball landed in Akaji’s racket.

“No, that kind of ball can also be sucked in, ‘field’ or something, it’s really terrible!”

“That’s right, Akaji is really strong!”

The teenagers on the street tennis court all had longing and excited expressions.

Seiichi Yukimura’s expression was always light.

Bai Huang’s pale face had a heart-warming indifferent smile.

Just the “field”, he Yukimura will not recognize Akaji’s ability.

To defeat Tezuka, it should depend on more than just “fields”.

Fifteen minutes later, neither side took the lead in scoring a point.

Kintaro Toyama, who served as the referee, was also a little anxious.

“Oooo Shiraishi, hurry up and score! ”

Shiraishi Kuranosuke raised his arm, drove the racket, and made a half-circle in the air.

Whoosh!

The ball fell to the ground, emitting a dazzling, golden pillar of light.