The Tennis Movie King: Enter Jiang Zuoduo

Friday.

"Not going to train?".

After school in the afternoon, Shuji Tanejima was about to go to the tennis club, but he heard his friend say this.

"I've got something going on this time. "

Irie's face remained unchanged.

"That's right. "

Saying that, Shuji Tanejima was very curious.

The situation is different.

The last time I entered the river, I said that there was something, and the result was to persuade Daqu Ryuci, I'm afraid this time it's a similar incident, right?

In a way.

Shuji Tanejima guessed well.

Irie is looking for someone this time.

"Then you go. "

Shuji Tanejima smiled, "If you need help, remember to call me." "

“OK~"

Irie smiled back and left the hallway.

"Do you want to keep up... Forget it!".

Although Shuji Tanejima was very interested in Irie's affairs, he knew that Irie didn't let him go because he didn't want him to know.

Who doesn't have a few secrets?

..............

Okayama Prefecture.

Located in the southwestern corner of Hoshimoto Honshu, it is a belt of mountains from east to west, with the Kibi Plateau and Tsuyama Basin continuing to the south, and the Okayama Plain facing the Seto Inland Sea to the south.

The target of this expedition is in Okayama Prefecture.

When he arrived in Okayama Prefecture by Shinkansen, he went to the local Okayama Junior High School, but instead of going in, he came to a street court.

"Found it. "

Irie saw the red-haired figure below.

The red-haired figure left only one back, moving to hit the ball, revealing terrifying lines under his clothes.

He walked down gently.

Boom!, but it was reflected by the tennis ball hit by the red-haired figure on the wall, aiming and locking.

"Hey. "

Irie pulled his hand back, and the racket fell from the bag to his hand, and with a flip of his wrist, he picked up the tennis ball.

Just listen to the snap.

The ferocious tennis ball turned out to be docile.

"Oni Jujiro... Is that how you treat your guests?"

He chuckled.

Hearing this, Onijujiro slowly turned around, revealing a mature and steady ordinary face, his red hair fluttering, and he said in a low voice: "Who are you?"

"There are a lot of Irie. "

Irie introduces himself.

"How much do you play in the river?".

Onijujiro frowned slightly, "I know you, what are you looking for me?"

"You're a bit of a pity. "

Irie glanced at Onijujiro's team uniform and continued, "I obviously have the strongest strength in the country, but I can't even enter the Kansai Tournament..."

"The strongest in the country?".

Oni Jujiro raised his eyes and locked on the other party, with a terrifying momentum, and said in a deep voice: "You are too exalted to me, if there is nothing to do, please leave." "

This familiar conversation reminded Irie of Ryūji.

However, this time the object is much stronger than Ryuji.

It's not a level at all.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a warm demeanor: "I'll make a long story short, this time I'm here to ask you for something." "

"The weak are not eligible. "

Oni Jujiro's racket was raised, pointing at Irie Sota, the red racket and red hair, there was a feeling of a red demon, and he said flatly: "Defeat me, you are qualified to talk to me." "

He only recognizes the strong!

Even if the Byodoin is not in his eyes.

"I agree. "

Irie Kanto smiled at the corner of his mouth: "The weak surrender to the strong, this game... Whoever wins is the strongest!".

"It's the first time I've seen such a confident guy, and I hope your strength can match this confidence. "

Onijujiro glanced at Irie Kantado and walked sideways to the position.

"We'll see. "

Irie Sota walked off the court.

"Rules. "

The ghost spat out two words.

"Two goals. "

Irie Sota pulled out a tennis ball from his pocket.

"If it's a draw, you can say what you ask for and I'll think about what I can. "

Onijujiro's eyes were indifferent, he didn't think he would lose, and most importantly, he didn't perceive any malice in Irie, nor did he have any danger, giving the other party a chance.

"But alas... You can't do it!".

Looking at Irie, who threw the tennis ball, the ghost suddenly moved.

Bang!

The tennis ball was knocked out by Irie.

The ghost stepped forward quickly and waved his backhand.

Boom!

The racket and tennis ball are connected in a line, and the moment they are struck, they form an oval shape and shoot out like a cannonball.

Looking at the tennis ball passing through the net, Irie squinted: "Nice riposte!".

With that, he swiped his racket quickly, and his wrist shook as he touched it. The power and spin of the tennis ball slowed down little by little.

It's like a spinning top.

No matter how fast you go, you will eventually stop.

Irie raised his hand to fight back.

Whoosh!

Looking at a straight line of tennis, the ghost was amazed in his heart, but he was not slow at all, and went up to strike.

Bang!

Bang!

The two sides exchanged hands quickly.

Meanwhile.

Oni Jujiro keeps increasing his strength.

Forty percent.

Fifty percent!

Sixty percent.

Still didn't take the Irie Sotado.

"With the right hand?".

The ghost's eyes flickered, revealing a slight chill.

He remembered that Irie Sota's dominant hand was his left hand, right?

Stomp on!!

He walked briskly to the ball and pumped out his right hand.

Boom!

A pillar of red light, as if shuttling through the sky, accompanied by terrifying flames.

This is a serious blow from the ghost.

He didn't believe that Irie would be able to take the ball with his weak body.

"Awesome. "

Irie nodded slightly.

However, Yaohong's attack was terrifying, and he wanted to fight back. I saw his arm tilt and swing his racket.

Bang!

With the figure as the center of the circle, the air waves continue to fly out.

Meanwhile.

The violent air and wind blew into the river, and the red uniforms were hunting.

Demons peek through the dust.

I saw the racket that hung on the tennis ball.

"Dissolved?".

The ghost's body shook, and his eyes flashed with disbelief.

In my impression.

The strong return to the river is wrong, but it is only at the ordinary national level. As for in his eyes, he was very weak, but he didn't expect to be able to resist more than sixty percent of his attacks.

Whoosh!

In an instant, Irie picked the ball over.

The ghost looked at the opponent deeply: "You are really deep in hiding." "

Irie laughed lightly: "Each other... Isn't it?".

Whew!

The ghost didn't say anything more, and a black light flashed in his eyes: "Black battle axe!".

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