The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

At the beginning of the second inning, Shogo Haizaki stood on the tee with silver-gray hair swinging in the wind.

Streaming down!

The ball touches the racket surface and spins out.

Bang bang!

“What a fast serve!”

“15—0.”

Takeshi Momogi glanced at the tennis ball on the ground, and his expression became very serious.

Katsuro Kato and Katsuo Mizuno sighed in unison.

“Actually scored from Senior Tao’s hand, that person from Diguang is so powerful!”

Kan Zhenji slowly analyzed.

“The downward pressure of the racket is lower than that of ordinary people, and the rotation is also weakened by 0.35 times.”

“This kind of serving speed is already considered the level of the Kanto Tournament.”

Bang bang!

30—0.

Boom!

40—0.

Diguang scored with consecutive serves.

Bang!

“Diguang score, 0-2.”

Shogo Haizaki turned his wrist and said lightly.

“Can’t even touch the ball, Qingxue, inferior.”

In the third game, Kaido smoked serve.

He raised his wrist and threw the ball.

In the space when the ball fell, he picked up his racket.

A powerful blow!

In an instant, the ball is subjected to a powerful elastic force, like a cannonball being fired.

Bang!

The ball landed heavily on the ground and bounced up in a straight line.

Ryota Huangse stood on his feet and swung his racket.

“Aha! It’s easy! ”

After the ball was hit back, Takeshi Momogi on the opposite side jumped in front of the net.

“Look at me—”

Takeshi Momojo let out a low roar, revealing a familiar batting posture.

“It’s appearing, Senior Tao’s center of gravity jumps vertically!”

The racket presses down, and the ball flies out instantly.

The descending trajectory is approximately perpendicular to the ground.

“Boom-” Momojo Takeshi landed steadily, full of confidence.

Bang!

Shogo Haizaki in front of the net missed the landing point, and almost fell forward.

“15—0.”

“Okay, the seniors have scored a point!” The first-grade cheered.

Seijuro Akaji sat on the sidelines, and as far as his eyes could see, it was all movement data.

Outside the iron net behind him, Momoi May asked with some concern.

“Akaji-kun, can Huangse’s arm fight back that kind of smash ball?”

Seijuro Akaji smiled indifferently and spoke.

“It depends on whether he wants to or not.”

The ball goes around the iron pillar and the curve is beautiful.

Another bottom-line pump, Ryota Huangse ran left and right to intercept.

Kaido stood near the bottom line, aiming at the incoming ball and swinging the racket.

He is bent over with an extremely low center of gravity.

Ryota Huangse didn’t know how many “snake balls” he had received, and began to get impatient.

“That kind of curveball again!”

The snake ball avoided Shogo Haizaki in front of the net, focusing the attack on Huangse.

Takeshi Momojo, on the other hand, was in charge of attacking in front of the net.

“boom——”

“Senior Tao’s kill scored!”

Bang bang!

“Look at me!!”

“Drink!”

“It’s the snake ball of Kaitang!”

Takeshi Momojo and Kaitang were full of fire.

The motivation of losing two games in a row before is very strong.

“Qingxue!”

“Come on—”

“Qingxue!”

“Must win-”

Qingxue’s cheering sound came wave after wave, and his emotions were driven by the two people on the field.

“Youth School Score, 4-2.”

Momoi’s delicate little face was frowning, and her long hair was fluttering in the wind.

“Come on, Diguang…”

On the field, Ryota Huangse’s knees finally couldn’t bear it.

He lowered his head, a hint of pain in his eyes.

The referee announced: “Diguang applies for a suspension of the match. ”

Ryota Huangse sat next to Akaji, hung his head, and whispered.

“Akaji, please don’t abstain yet.”

Seijuro Akaji wore his coat and folded his hands in front of him, not squinting.

“I only have one sentence, at your own risk.”

Ryota Huangse raised his eyes to look at Seijuro Akaji, who looked indifferent, and owed slightly.

Shogo Haizaki urged.

“Hey, Huangse, you guy move faster!”

Ryota Huangse removed the ice pack and stood up straight.

Huangse, who returned to the court, stared at Takeshi Momogi with a bit of a strange light.

He walked up to Shogo Haizaki and said seriously.

“Leave that inch to me.”

Haizaki clenched his racket, a cold smile oozing from the corners of his mouth.

The tips of his fingers brushed across his lips and he said to himself faintly.

“I like this part the most…”

Outside the iron net, Fuji Shusuke looked at Tezuka Kunimitsu and asked softly.

“Tezuka, do you remember Teiko’s match against Fudomine.”

“… Those two people, known as the wizards of imitation, is not exaggerated. ”

Tezuka Kunimitsu’s iceberg-like face did not wave, and he spoke very calmly.

“Taocheng and Kaitang, they haven’t really awakened yet.”

Fuji Shusuke smiled.

“That’s why you need your opponent’s stabbing and provocation.”

Bang bang!

The sound of hitting the ball became clearer.

Takeshi Momojo jumped up and confidently handed over the backfield to Kaido Smoke.

“boom——”

A ball landed on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Takeshi Momojo grinned, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth.