The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Saito nodded slightly and said with a smile.

“I don’t care, it depends on whether the other party is willing or not.”

Saito gave the choice to Akaji.

At this time, everyone’s eyes were on Seijuro Akaji.

——This junior high school student with a strong sense of existence is the king of court 9.

The corners of Seijuro Akaji’s mouth raised lightly, and he said lightly.

“I’ve always wanted to have a match with my seniors.”

Oni Jujiro snorted coldly, showing his disdain for Akaji and other junior high school students.

He turned and walked to the back of the court, ready to serve.

And before serving, he said something quite warning.

“I will let you lose badly and let you see your position.”

Seijuro Akaji bent his knees slightly, holding the racket in his right hand and clapping his throat with his left hand, his eyes staring blankly ahead.

Hearing what Oni Jujiro said, he didn’t care at all.

On the sidelines, there was a lot of talk.

“Akaji vs. the strongest ghost on Court 5, I’m afraid it’s a lot of fierceness.”

“That’s right, that ghost guy is not an ordinary person.”

However, at the same time that everyone was not optimistic about Akaji, different voices sounded.

Irie smiled and looked at Tokugawa Kazuya on his side.

“Tokugawa, let’s make a bet.”

Tokugawa Kazu was also stunned by Irie’s sudden words.

Without waiting for Tokugawa to answer, Irie said to himself.

“I’m betting Akaji wins.”

As he spoke, he blinked his right eye, showing his confidence.

Tokugawa was puzzled by what Irie had said.

He was silent for a moment and asked.

“You seem to be very optimistic about the new man.”

Irie held his chin with one hand and looked at Seijuro Akaji on the field with a smile.

The expression gradually became serious and serious.

“Yes, I do like that guy.”

On the court, the match between Akaji and Oni is about to officially begin, and the recorder next to Saito also starts working.

Oni Jujiro serves in the first game.

He stood behind the end line, his long red hair rising in the wind.

Slender eyes, which emit a cold light.

The corners of his pursed lips showed the majesty and perseverance unique to this man.

He slapped the tennis ball in his hand on the ground, and then pinched the bouncing tennis ball with his bare hands.

I shot a total of three times, as if I felt the unique elasticity of tennis, and I experimented again and again.

After those three rhythmic clapping sounds, someone’s eyes were focused on Oni Jujiro.

This man, representing the strength of the upper echelons of U17, is one of the people standing in the golden word.

In this match, Oni Jujiro’s opponent is a junior high school student who entered U17.

How to win or lose, everyone has a certain number in their minds.

However, they all expect Seijuro Akaji, a junior high school student, to reverse them.

“Although it’s a fight with the ghost big brother, at least it has to last a few more rounds.” A high school student said leisurely.

The companion next to the man responded.

“I see, it’s hard to make it to the end.”

Several people looked at each other with a complex glow of sympathy and disdain.

Seijuro Akaji’s eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a dangerous light in them.

For such a look, he and he had palpitations for the people he had beaten.

Tono Taijima involuntarily recalled the match when he was “beaten” by Akaji.

That guy, never knew where his limits were.

Tono Taijima nibbled on an apple in order to ease his rising emotional hot spots.

Bang!

As the sound of hitting the ball sounded, everyone’s nerves tightened.

“What a speed!”

The admiration was everywhere.

Oni Jujiro serves the net, and the attack is full of momentum.

On the sidelines of the court, Irie said with a smile.

“The ghost actually can’t hold back so quickly, it seems that he has been suppressed for a long time.”

As you can imagine, Oni Jujiro had a hard time meeting opponents at the No. 5 court.

Invincibility is always lonely, and this is the mood of Oni Jujiro, desperate to have a hearty match.

Almost at the same time as Seijuro Akaji hit the ball, he caught a glimpse of Oni Jujiro moving left and right in front of the net.

With a confident and proud, even cold, frosty smile at the corner of his mouth, Akaji suddenly let go of the racket.

His arm sank and he gripped the racket two-thirds of the way.

I didn’t expect Akaji to temporarily change the grip when I hit the ball, and everyone was embarrassed.

“That kid is too daring!”

“It’s too fast, it should be able to shoot back!”

“But doing this in front of Big Brother Ghost, the provocation is too obvious.”

Everyone’s discussion was blocked by Oni Jujiro.

All he sees now is his opponent and the yellow-green tennis ball.

“Drink!!”

With force under your feet, your body jumps up.

The arm hits the ball hard, and the muscles on it protrude from it.

As the goalkeeper of Court 5, he would never allow it to see his team lose two sets.

Course 5, although the overall strength is not as good as the other four courts.

But it’s more than enough to deal with those courts below.

In that case, the clarion call for victory in the final set is up to him!

Seeing Oni Jujiro’s warlike eyes, Irie Sota and Tokugawa Kazuya were surprised.

Especially when he competes so seriously, it really surprises many other heats.

Bang bang!

The ball is almost out of the line.

Seijuro Akaji stretched his arms, stood on both feet, and shot back quickly.

“I wouldn’t have let it end so early.”

Akaji whispered, a defiant smile rising in his eyes.

Oni Jujiro saw that this ball did not score as expected, and his heart was somewhat anxious, but he quickly calmed down.

He adjusted his tempo and planned to attack again.

Holding the racket in his hand, his eyes were fixed on Seijuro Akaji on the opposite side.

“I won this point!”

With a low roar from Oni Jujiro, the tennis ball landed into his racket.

With the ball on the net, Oni Jujiro at this time moved as fast as a bolt of lightning.

In a flash, the tennis ball had flown out.

There was a lot of noise on the sidelines, and even the air was dull.

Several people held their breath, forgetting their words and discussions. Oni Jujiro is full of confidence in his ball, maintains the batting posture, and does not prepare for the shot.

Just as he let his guard down, a “bang” sounded on the other side. _

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