The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Yuichi Watanabe crossed the net and extended his right hand towards Keigo Jibe.

There was a malicious smile hidden in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth fluttered.

“We meet again.”

Keigo Jibe shook Yuichi Watanabe’s outstretched hand and felt that the other party was secretly exerting force.

His eyes covered with a bit of cold light, and he looked back at the past.

“Hello, senior.”

The two men fought secretly, but they both maintained a gentleman’s smile on their faces.

Yuichi Watanabe raised his head confidently and cast a thick teasing smile at his companion.

Several people around were booing.

“Watanabe, treat your juniors with mercy!”

“That is, don’t beat people to their knees and beg for mercy like they did that night.”

Keigo Jibe’s brows furrowed slightly, with a faint smile on his face.

It’s ridiculous, when was his uncle beaten to his knees and begged for mercy.

These so-called seniors are really enough to lift themselves.

That night, he was not in good shape.

Coupled with these days of training, you can definitely easily smooth out this one called “Watanabe”.

Thinking of this, Keigo Jibe skimmed the corners of his mouth and said to Yuichi Watanabe on the opposite side.

“Senior, then please beat me to my knees again and beg for mercy.”

When Yuichi Watanabe heard this, his face changed slightly.

This kid is not masochistic.

But touching the eyes full of defiance and fighting intent, Yuichi Watanabe’s face also became serious.

He withdrew his usual gentle smile and clenched the racket in his hand.

Hold the tennis ball in your hand, walk to the end line, and prepare to serve.

Keigo Jibe held the racket tightly, and the whole person’s emotions rose.

Bang!

As soon as the serve sounded, Keigo Jibe’s body reacted before his mind.

He ran towards the drop position, his steps fast and steady.

Yuichi Watanabe’s own serve was easily countered and was not in a hurry.

He swung his racket towards the incoming ball that flew towards him, and his whole body exuded a different coldness.

Keigo Jibe looked coldly at the opponent’s posture of returning the ball, and his expression was proud and arrogant.

“Senior, you did your best to compete with me.”

He said in a defiant tone in a light tone as he jumped up to shoot back.

Yuichi Watanabe guards the bottom line position and does not blindly go online.

He swung the racket in his hand vigorously, aimed at the back half of the incoming ball, and returned to a gentle jade-like smile on his face.

“As a senior, of course, you must love and care for your junior.”

Saying that, he deliberately gave up a ball, letting the ball pass by him, but he didn’t move.

Bang bang!

That ball broke through the line, and the high school students at Court 5 cheered.

“0—15.”

Kintaro Toyama asked with a puzzled look.

“Huh? What’s the matter, they obviously lost a point, why are they so happy? ”

Sanada’s expression was rather serious, and he replied in a deep voice.

“It’s a way to express yourself and get satisfaction.”

Kintaro Toyama scratched his head as if he didn’t understand, his face showing a little doubt.

He nodded thoughtfully and looked at Seijuro Akaji not far away.

I saw that Akaji’s eyes were slightly narrowed at this time, and there was a bit of dangerous aura in the slits between his eyes,

Keigo Jibe closed his eyes, heard the sound of the ball hitting the ground, and immediately opened his eyes again.

Only for a moment, he moved his feet and appeared in the drop position.

With a “bang”, the tennis ball fell into the racket and was violently pumped out.

The yellow-green tennis ball swirled upwards, bringing out a golden pillar of light.

Bang bang!

The ball lands on the ground and dives heavily into the ground.

The felt wool on the surface has been greatly worn.

The atmosphere of the stadium became more and more condensed, and Keigo Jibe was full of momentum and won the first game in one go.

Yuichi Watanabe was caught off guard except for the first point, and the next three points were caught off guard.

When the two passed by, he paused.

With his back to Keigo Jibe, Yuichi Watanabe said in a deep voice.

“Aha, I can’t imagine that you are improving quite fast.”

There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, but it looked a little cold.

In this way, it is reminiscent of “hiding a knife in laughter”.

Keigo Jibe ignored the other party’s words and walked straight forward.

And when passing in front of Akaji, Keigo Jibe said sideways.

“Hey, Akaji, did you see the result of this round?”

Seijuro Akaji replied with a light smile, “The result is in your hands.” ”

Keigo Jibe seemed very satisfied with this answer.

Admittedly, Akaji’s answer satisfied his strong self-esteem.

His aura grew stronger and stronger, becoming the center of the entire stadium.

Yuichi Watanabe looked at Keigo Jibe, who was ready to serve, and silently took off his coat.

As soon as he took off his coat, he was still wearing a weight-training wrist cover on his exposed wrist.

This game shocked the people of Court 9.

They have always known the strength of Yuichi Watanabe and rarely meet opponents at the No. 5 court.

In the game with the traces just now, he actually carried that kind of thing, and he didn’t exert his full strength at all.

Therefore, the results of the competition are more and more exciting.

The players at Stadium 5 began to cheer for Yuichi Watanabe.

“Come on! Come on! Come on Watanabe!! ”

Yuichi Watanabe removed the weight training wristbands and threw them on the ground with a cool move.

Then he raised his eyes to look at Keigo on the other side, and his eyes were very cold.

Keigo slapped the ball on the ground, his voice arrogant.

“Why, are you ready to get serious, huh?”

Yuichi Watanabe turned his wrist with an indifferent expression.

His gaze became even a little fierce and sharp at that moment.

Swinging the racket at Keigo Watanabe, Yuichi Watanabe sneered.

“As seniors, it’s time to teach juniors how to play tennis.”

On the sidelines, the high school students on Court 5 sighed.

They haven’t seen Watanabe playing seriously for a long time.

It’s just that I didn’t expect that what made Watanabe serious was actually a junior high school student.

Keigo Jibe was not afraid in the face of Yuichi Watanabe’s suddenly stronger aura.

He struck the ball out of his hand with a bleaching topspin serve.

The air around me seemed to become extremely cold at that moment.

Seijuro Akaji turned the color of one of his pupils to orange, and his expression darkened as he looked at the traces on the court.

“Only the winner is affirmed.”

He said this faintly, but it reached the ears of the traces like a magic sound.

Bang bang!

Yu Watanabe, who took off his wristband, changed his wind and rushed forward like a cheetah who saw his prey.