The Strongest Player in Sports

"Leader

Singh and Iri came to Simma sadly, their eyes full of guilt.

This match was worse than the first loss.

At least three points were scored in the first match, but this one was completely blocked.

It can be said to be ashamed to be thrown at home by getting zero seals in the home court.

Losing now has a huge impact on the morale of the team.

"You have done your best!"

Sima shook her head.

He could see that Singer and Iri had done their best.

But Tachibana kippei and Chitose Senri are too strong, not to mention junior high school students, even high school students may not be able to win.

"But the next match is very important, so we must never lose!"

As he spoke, his eyes became heavy.

Now the team has lost two games, and if they lose one more game, they will lose early.

So the next three singles can only win without losing.

"Let me play!"

A low voice sounded.

I saw a figure standing next to him.

This figure is not as thin as the other Indian players, but extremely strong.

A lush brown hair draped behind him, deeply sunken eyes, a straight nose, and a knife-like face, which supported these 25 people with extreme perseverance.

His name is Sarana. He is studying in Junior Three this year. He is also the first person in the U-17 Junior High Group in India.

Every country, big or small, has geniuses.

As a country with a super population of over one billion, India is naturally indispensable for genius.

And Sarana is the well-deserved first person of the new generation.

Known as the future leader of India, he is stronger than most high school students.

"Can!"

Sima pondered for a while, then nodded.

He originally wanted Sarana to be the singles one.

But the doubles lost two games in a row, forcing the team to change its strategy.

What they have to do now is to win the singles three and let the match continue.

"This battle will win!"

Sarana spoke coldly.

Then he walked towards the court with the pat.

Japanese rest area.

The players have a relaxed face.

They have won two matches, and as long as they win another one, they will be able to win this practice match.

"gross profit!!

Zongshen looked up to the side of Mōri Juzaburō: "Don't lose!"

"Don't worry, don't worry!"

Maori waved his hands casually.

"Don't take it lightly!

"The Indian team has lost two games in a row. The next match will definitely send a strong master!"

Byodoin said solemnly.

He knows the character of Mōri Juzaburō.

Although he has excellent talents, he has a lazy personality and prefers to suppress first and then raise when match.

"understood "

Maori stretched his voice, then walked up the court arrogantly.

"This guy!

Echizen Ryoga held his forehead.

I understand that although Maori said he knew, he certainly didn't listen to it in his heart.

Players from both sides came to the court and stood far away across the net.

"Are you my opponent?"

With a hint of curiosity on Maori's face, he took a closer look at Sarana and said, "You must be very strong, right?"

Sarana listened to the jerky English and did not reply.

"Hey?"

"Why are you ignoring me?"

Seeing that the other party didn't pay attention to him, Maori was a little depressed.

"Hurry up and match!

Sarana turned around and said coldly in English.

"It's really cold!"

Maori murmured a word, then lazily came to his position with his head in his hands, without affecting his mood at all because of the other party's indifference.

"Didi~"

"India-Japanese practice match, Sarana vs. Mōri Juzaburō, the match begins!"

"Sarona serve!"

Seeing that both parties are ready, referee immediately blew the whistle.

what!

When the whistle fell, Sarana threw the tennis ball up.

The body is slightly sideways, knees bent, and jumping and swinging.

In a set of moving movements, racquet hits the tennis ball.

boom!

The tennis ball flashed and shot out like an arrow from the string.

The impact sounded, a high-speed ball hit the ground and quickly rotated on the ground, and then slammed out of the bounds.

"What a quick ball!"

Maori's eyes lit up and he immediately stepped forward.

Move your body laterally to the left, kick the ball with a backhand, catch the ball and return it.

Snapped!

The tennis ball drew an arc and landed in front of Sarana.

Sarona's eyes flashed, his body pressed down slightly, and racquet cut horizontally like a blade.

boom!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball fell quickly across halftime.

Short ball!

"Don't want to succeed!"

Maori quickly surfed the net and picked the ball up at the moment when the tennis ball was about to fall.

but!

Sarana had already rushed to the net, and then jumped up.

"not good!"

Maori was taken aback and knew that something was wrong.

boom!

As soon as this word fell, the opponent had already smashed racquet fiercely and hit back a smash.

Stabbed!

The harsh sonic boom exploded.

The tennis ball bursts down like a beam of light, and the speed does not give Maori a chance to react at all.

Boom!

The tennis ball fell on the foot.

The ground trembled and then bounced out.

15--0!

Sarana scores!

"Good job!"

"Be the first to get the next point!"

"Come on, win in one breath!"

A group of 800 members of the Indian team cheered, their faces full of excitement.

They have lost two games in a row. Although the ball is only one goal, it also gives them a feeling of elation.

"That Maori guy is still like this!"

The Date man was a little helpless.

Normally, we don’t take match seriously, but the same is true in this kind of international competition, which is helpless.

"Senior hasn't been like this all the time.

Yanagi Renji said indifferently, it was no surprise.

Because when Rikkai was older, the opponent would often evade training, and sometimes the team would give up in practice matches.

"Don't worry, he has a sense of measure!"

Echizen Ryoga smiled.

It's really hard to be serious when it comes to match.

But once you get serious, you will show super strength.

boom!

The match continues.

Maori is in the second grade this year, while Sarana is in the third grade.

Now one is lazy and casual, and one starts seriously, and the result can be imagined.

boom!

"Game, Sarana, 1 to 0!"

boom!

"Game, Sarana, 3 to 0!"

boom!

"Game, Sarana, 4 to 0!"

......

In just fifteen minutes, Sarana won four games and achieved an overwhelming advantage. .

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