The Legend of Net King

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The spectators in the stands were dumbfounded,

This game... They can see the gap between the two players.

It's like the difference between heaven and earth, and it's like the difference between clouds and mud!

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In just a few minutes, the score was pulled to 5-0,

Such a unilateral crushing and slaughter of basic strength,

Even Camus of the French team looked solemn,

"It's horrible..."

His fingers couldn't help but pinch the fence in front of him.

Beside him, the handsome guy of the French team, high school student Tristan Bart was already stunned,

“......"

Tristan Barth has only one thought at the moment, if it were him, would it fail like this...

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On the pitch,

The last game of the game,

I saw that Muller in Switzerland was sweating profusely at the moment, and his hair was scattered on the back of his head.

The neat U17 uniform was a mess, mixed with dust and dirt,

"Whew... Ahem..."

Gasping heavily, holding the racket with both hands together, holding it in front of his eyes to make a defensive counterattack posture,

"Whew... Can...... Damn... Ahem..."

With a difficult mouth, Mueller stared at his opponent with wide eyes.

He had never been so tired, so tired,

Which game is not a back and forth, even if it is a defeat, it is a wonderful defeat,

But this time, it was like a hammer smashing his glass bottle to pieces,

Gritting his teeth, Mueller made up his mind fiercely,

"I... Be sure to hit it back! "

He said in his heart,

...... Even if it's to the end... Hit back too...

Even if it's just a ball!

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The audience was silent, everyone held their breath and concentrated, even their breathing was consciously lowering their voices, and everyone seemed to be able to hear their heartbeat clearly.

The atmosphere is so tense and delicate.

"Goo-dong..."

Inoue Mamoru swallowed, his hands couldn't help but clench into fists, pressed tightly to his chest.

Hmmm-

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Jing Zhiguang slowly took out a tennis ball, and looked straight ahead with an indifferent expression, his posture was natural and light.

The last game was Japan's serve!

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Bang!

A streamer crossed the sky, leaving a residual rainbow in the eyes of everyone,

In the blink of an eye, it appeared on the half of the Swiss team,

Boom!

The tennis ball fell to the ground, and Muller of the Swiss team ran over with a sweaty face.

Boom!

Rushing hard, the leg muscles are red and swollen because of the long-term exertion.

"Hah!"

He stared at the yellow streamer unwillingly, gritted his teeth, and roared angrily.

Fight hard to pounce,

But the tennis ball still moved mercilessly away from him in his somewhat desperate eyes...

"Japan scores, the score is 40-0!"

The referee's voice sounded, and only the last goal remained.

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"Will the ghost seniors get impatient to wait?"

Jing Zhiguang's eyes suddenly glanced at the Japanese team player next to the court, the red-haired high school student who was on the side of the court, Onijujiro, and muttered with a chuckle from his mouth.

Then, looking straight at the Swiss player Muller who was lying on the ground and slowly propping himself up, looking embarrassed,

“...... It seems that this speed is still too fast for you..."

Jing Zhiguang said lightly, his tone was flat and there was no mockery,

But to Müller, it sounded so harsh.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

Gently patting the tennis ball, Jing Zhiguang's eyes flashed with a glimmer of essence, and the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked a shallow arc,

"Then I'll slow down a little longer~"

After speaking,

Hmmm-

His wrist flicked upwards and the tennis ball flew high.

"It's coming!"

At this moment, Muller's attention was highly concentrated, and his eyes were staring at yours, as if Jing Zhiguang had seen through it,

Carefully scanning every move,

In his eyes, Jing Zhiguang's movements were slowly analyzing,

Throwing, jumping, leading, swinging,

This time, every scene was captured by him very clearly,

"See!"

Muller's eyes were full of bloodshots, and the blood was overdrawn.

Ignoring the tingling sensation that came, Muller only felt a hint of excitement,

He finally saw it,

The moment he waved the beat, he also saw the smile that appeared at the corner of Jing Zhiguang's mouth,

At the moment he watched,

"Mach!"

Bang!

Phew-

A flash of light, boom!

Smashed in his back, slammed into the wall...

Mueller's head stiffened, he turned his head straight, staring blankly at the beating tennis ball, his mouth was full of bitterness, Jing Zhiguang's hitting action saw it,

But the trajectory of tennis is still difficult to capture...

"The game is over, Japan wins, the score is 6-0!"

The referee looked at the situation on the pitch and immediately announced the result of the game.

Jing Zhiguang slowly put down the raised racket and held it lightly... The tip of the racket points to the ground and stands erect next to the leg,

Facing Mueller on the other side, he said lightly: "At the beginning, I meant that... You probably won't be very satisfied with this game..."

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Muller, a high school student of the Swiss team opposite, has a racket falling off in his hand,

Smack!

smashed on the ground, listening to Jing Zhiguang's words at this moment, what else could he say, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times,

Full of depressed looks, stunned eyes, he was beaten cute,

Covering his sweaty face with his hands, "Finally... Liberated..."

For a long time, the words that seemed to be desperate, as easy and complicated as they were difficult to understand, came out weakly.

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"Roar!"

"Japan! Japan! Japan! "

"Japan! Japan! Japan! "

“......"

When the sound of the end of the game fell, the audience that was quiet broke out instantly, and the huge sensation made the entire center court shake.

With a hoarse shout, the Japanese team finally raised their eyebrows and took a hard bit~

After two suppressed battles and aggrieved defeats, he finally won back in this clean and hearty victory!!

Japan beat Switzerland 6-0,

The big win in this match inspired the confidence of the fans of the Japanese team.

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"Really... Even though we're one game ahead..."

"It's like we're lagging behind..."

A high school student of the Swiss team, listening to this deafening shout, which was especially full of Japan, Jing Zhiguang's voice,

There were bursts of fluctuation in his eyes, and he said with an unwilling face.

"Alas, that's how terrible that guy is..."

"One game changed the hearts of the whole stadium!"

One person can be so powerful!!

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The haze of consecutive defeats has been swept away, and now, all the spectators are full of expectations for the Japanese team.

"Great..."

In the stands, Mamoru Inoue was also unconcealably excited,

"It's !! to record it all."

opened his mouth to speak, subconsciously pressing the shutter, but he felt that there was nothing in his hands.

"Oops!"

Mamoru Inoue suddenly found that the camera in his hand was left behind by him...

At this time, he thought that it would be great to have an assistant!!

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