The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

At the end of the match, Shintaro Midorima walked off the court with a grim face, without stopping for a moment.

Seijuro Akaji stood up and said to him with a light smile while handing him the towel.

“Very good, Shintaro, hard work on you.”

Shintaro Midorima took the towel, his face still calm and indifferent.

“Akaji, you abstained so that we had no way back.”

Seijuro Akaji glanced at the scoreboard and replied calmly.

“Shintaro, you should know what a broken cauldron is.”

“The immediate victory can be deterrent.”

“What I did was to enhance the sense of crisis, so that I had to win.”

Midorima Shintaro knew Akaji’s intentions, and it was precisely because he understood that he complied.

“Ahhh~~Kochiji, is it my turn~~~”

As soon as Atsushi Ziyuan appeared, he attracted the attention of everyone inside and outside the field.

Satoshi Horio opened his mouth wide, forming a capital O.

“Stunned! That guy is too tall! ”

“It’s more than two meters by sight.”

Kansadaharu took out the notebook he was carrying, turned to one of the pages, and introduced.

“Third year of Diguang Middle School, Atsushi Ziyuan.”

“WEIGHT 90KG, HEIGHT 203 CM, HOBBIN SNACKS…”

Satoshi Horio whispered.

“Senior Qian is really terrible, it seems that everyone has the information.”

Katsuro Kato nodded heavily.

“Yes, I think so too.”

Atsushi Ziyuan’s lazy voice, coupled with his tall stature, is full of personality.

With potato chip residue still remaining in the corners of his mouth, Atsushi Shihara sat on a chair and tightened his shoelaces.

“It’s really troublesome, just win the game, ah~~~”

Atsushi Shihara has no interest in games, not even basketball.

It was because he grew tall that he naturally played basketball.

He has excellent athletic talent, and he is in demand wherever he goes.

When Akaji switched to tennis, Atsushi Shihara was the least worried to follow.

Anyway, he has been following Akaji, so it doesn’t matter where he goes.

The two players stood face to face across the net, and Shinji Ibu began to think about it again.

“I heard that you used to be from the basketball club.”

“Jumping from basketball to tennis, it’s really courageous just because of that.”

“However, I will not show mercy to your men because of this.”

“Tennis beginners or sports geniuses, in short, tennis is a thing…”

……

Ishida Tetsuki lowered his head helplessly, “It’s true, Itaketa is here again.” ”

On the field, hearing his opponent Rory bar for so long, Atsushi Ziyuan lost patience.

He waved his racket out and warned.

“Besides, pinch you ~~~”

Ibu Shenji’s face changed slightly, and he looked up at Atsushi Shihara, thinking that he had misheard.

“The game starts, Fudo Mine Ibu serves.”

Ibu slapped the ball on the ground.

Boom!

Boom!

The elasticity of the ball is just right.

Shout!

Spinning into the air.

Fukaji Ibu “slid” the racket from the back inward, without dragging the mud and water in the slightest.

When the ball was knocked out, it left a drifting arc in the air.

“Appeared, Ibu’s side-spin serve!”

The shouts from the sidelines sounded, but Ibu Shenji was unmoved.

Atsushi Zihara saw the ball coming and immediately raised his racket.

Bang!

Seeing that the opponent easily intercepted his side-spin serve, Ibu Shenji’s eyes moved slightly.

Kamio Akira and the others were also surprised.

“That guy, did you actually stop Ibu’s serve…”

Tachibana Yoshihira sat in his seat without saying a word, and was frighteningly quiet.

Kawagura commented blandly.

“Although I don’t know what’s going on, the person from Diguang has a sense of oppression.”

Takeshi Momojo nodded, obviously agreeing with Kawamura’s statement.

After all, the height difference is there.

Ryota Huangse said with a grin.

“Originally, Xiao Ziyuan’s arms were very long, and with the length of the racket, the defensive range increased a lot.”

Shintaro Midorima pushed his glasses and spoke very calmly.

“Tennis, like basketball, requires more than just defense.”

Deep Ichibu calmly delivered another sidespin ball, and his movements were still dashing and bright.

Atsushi Shihara held the racket and moved to the side.

“Ahhhh~~~ really spare me, what a boring game~~~”

His voice was lazy and completely unenergetic.

Akaji’s face was indifferent and glanced at the time.

“If you get bored, finish the game in 20 minutes.”

As soon as the commanding tone came out, Atsushi Ziyuan waved his hand.

“Got it, Akaji, in twenty minutes, I’m going to burst him.”

Saying that, he turned to look at Itake Shenji on the opposite side, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

I have to admit that touching the light in the eyes of his opponent, Ibu Shenji shivered.

These basketball players, are they so short-tempered?

Atsushi Ziyuan’s purple eyes shrank and lazily reminded.

“Eh~~ you should hurry up and serve, I only have twenty minutes to knock you down~~”

Ibu Shenji frowned, he was angry at the other party’s contempt.

Kamio Akira clenched his fists and said angrily.

“Those guys, maybe they’re too blind.”