The Strongest Player in Sports

"continue!"

Zongshen spoke calmly, and did not show mercy because of Fuji's loss.

However, the other party's face was silent, and his body remained motionless.

"Do I really need to play tennis anymore?"

Fuji whispered.

Despair swallowed him like a huge wave.

If it is necessary, why would I be farther and farther away from the house, and in the end I can't even see the back?

If it is necessary, why is the gap between yourself and other players getting bigger and bigger, others are improving, but you are standing still?

If it is necessary, why would one's own stunts be cracked completely without any use?

"My tennis failed!"

Fuji murmured, tears falling from the corner of his eyes.

With despair, he waved racquet.

boom!

15--0!

boom!

30--0!

boom!

40--0!

But within a minute or two, match comes to the match point!

"The last ball!'

Fuji looked up, a ray of light appeared in his confused eyes.

This light contains too much emotion.

Unwilling, frustrated, angry, desperate, relieved, calm!

He thinks his tennis is meaningless, and he is ready to wait for the last ball to fall, and then end his tennis career.

boom!

racquet waved.

The tennis ball fell quickly after rushing through the net. The powerful spin made the ball fly close to the ground instead of bouncing.

Swallow Return.

"Do you want to give up?"

Zongshen spoke calmly.

He knew what Fuji was thinking, but he didn't show mercy.

Taking a step, racquet touched the ground and easily caught the ball with his arm movement.

Stabbed!

An afterimage passed by, the tennis ball rushed up, and then fell swiftly.

There was a dull crash, and the tennis ball popped out of bounds.

6--0!

The match is over!

Fuji Syusuke was defeated again!

"ended "

Fuji whispered, the whole person seemed to be emptied of strength, lying on the ground.

Thinking back to my pursuit of tennis in the past few years, the tears from the corners of my eyes slipped quietly.

"You always use Kunimitsu as a beacon, right?"

Zongshen came to the net and looked at Fuji calmly: "Because I can't catch up with him, I feel that my tennis is meaningless?

He knows Fuji well (cffb).

Although the talent is very good, but there is not much assertiveness.

Since elementary school, I have been following the steps of starting home, because others have become stronger and stronger.

Shoujia is like a beacon, showing the way for Fuji.

But this beacon disappeared completely after the two joined U-17.

Shoujia’s progress was too fast, which prevented him from seeing the road signs.

In other words, everyone is improving, only he is moving forward as slowly as before.

This made him anxious but also a little confused.

Today’s battle with Shoujia made the anxiety in my heart completely erupt, and even gave up the idea of ​​tennis.

"The road signs are created by myself!"

Looking at Fuji with tears on his face, Zongshen's eyes became fierce: "Since the beacon has disappeared, set up a new one, a beacon of your own, and pursue it with all your life!"

Fuji opened his eyes and stared at the blue sky blankly, tears dried from the corners of his eyes.

Zongshen's words echoed in his mind.

Create a beacon of your own!

"Your defending counter-attack tennis is indeed a failure. It has no offensiveness and can only be passively beaten!"

"So give up, give up the failed tennis!"

"restart!"

Zongshen said lightly, then stopped looking at the other person and turned away.

"restart?!"

There was a gleam of light in Fuji's eyes.

Recalling everything in the past, recalling the laughter and laughter on the court.

The emotions in my heart erupted like a flash flood at this moment.

Yes!

Beacon is created by yourself.

One beacon disappears and another one is created.

And the useless tennis that can only defend should be given up.

"Minister"

A hoarse voice came from Fuji's mouth, and he stood up struggling, the confusion in his eyes had disappeared: "Compare me again!"

Zongshen's footsteps stagnated, and a smile formed at the corner of his mouth.

The more moderate the personality, the stronger the outburst after being stimulated.

What he said just now has clearly worked.

"bring it on!"

Zongshen turned around and returned to the court.

"thanks!"

Fuji took a deep breath and held the racquet tightly.

He is no longer confused and wants to create a new tennis ball and set a new benchmark.

what!

The tennis ball flew from the fingers, the slightly side of the body jumped up, and he swung the racket vigorously in a low shout.

The fierce thrashing sound rang, and the tennis ball flew like an arrow from the string.

In the past, Fuji's style was always defending and counterattacking, but this ball was full of offensiveness.

"Has it started to change?"

With a smile on Zongshen's face, he took a quick step and hit the ball back at the moment the tennis ball bounced: "Come on, let me see how far you can evolve!"

The tennis ball flew out with incredible speed and power.

"I won't back down anymore!"

Fuji whispered, instead of taking a step back, he took the initiative to rush towards the tennis ball.

boom!

Racquet swept hard and hit the ball back.

The next match became more intense, Fuji's style of play also completely gave up defend, and the counterattack was full of fierce.

"That's how it feels!"

Looking at the flying tennis ball, Fuji's eyes burst into light.

The body leapt up and then rotated in a 360-degree manner.

The racquet in his hand swept down, relying on the force of inertia to forcefully smash.

boom!

Wind's stunt - Hollyhock Blizzard!

This is his new style after giving up defensive tennis.

The tennis shot was fierce like a hurricane, and Zongshen suddenly heard the sound of the violent wind.

"Finally changed?"

Zongshen's eyes lit up.

Stepping forward, racquet cuts away like a knife.

Stabbed!

There was a violent rubbing sound, and the tennis ball flew upside down.

But Fuji's expression remained unchanged, his body leaped again, and then smashed with a 360-degree rotation.

boom!

The sound of the sonic boom exploded, and the ultimate ball flew like a violent wind.

Zongshen condensed his eyes and looked up.

I saw Fuji was under the hurricane, his long hair and clothes fluttering.

At this moment, he seems to have become the son of the wind!.

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