The Prince of Tennis: The Quincy of Rikkai University

Chapter 271: Probe and Counterattack

"What are they planning?"

During the break, Yukimura temporarily left the court and went to his seat to replenish water. He whispered to Tokugawa beside him.

Although in the eyes of others, they won the first set, but only the parties involved knew that the opponent did not play to their best in the first set and still had some reservations.

As for the purpose of doing this, Yukimura Seiichi actually had some guesses in his mind.

As early as the day before yesterday, the coaching staff had already sorted and classified all the players of the French team in the qualifiers, and immediately distributed them to those on today's appearance list.

Among these materials, of course, there is also information about the team they are currently fighting against.

Edgar, a senior player, is called "Art on the Court" by the French tennis community.

He is very good at combining his exquisite painting skills with tennis, and inadvertently turns his own shots into a beautiful painting.

However, in the first set, Seiichi Yukimura did not see the so-called "artistic tennis".

"No need to worry too much. Even if the opponent hides his strength, we don't need to be too afraid."

Tokugawa signaled to Yukimura that there was no need to worry too much, as he had naturally already noticed this situation.

As he spoke, his eyes also turned to the other party's combination.

To be more precise, he was not looking at Edgar, but at another slightly smaller contestant.

Because according to yesterday's intelligence records, the French junior high school student named Jonal is best at analyzing his opponent's data and is a talent in playing data tennis.

Tokugawa knew what Yukimura was worried about. The opponent's first game was most likely set up just to collect data from the two of them.

However, Tokugawa himself was not afraid of the other party's plan.

"The second set begins. Please invite both players to come on court."

A few minutes later, the rest time given to both sides seemed to be over in the blink of an eye.

The referee loudly signaled the players on both sides to return to the court and continue the game.

Players from both sides entered the court quickly, and the French team served in the first game of the second set.

"George, are you sure everything is alright?"

Edgar, who was responsible for serving in the first game, suddenly spoke before serving.

"Hey! No, it's okay, Senior Edgar."

When Jonal suddenly heard Edgar calling him, his body trembled slightly, giving people a feeling that he was extremely easy to bully.

"That's good."

After receiving a positive answer, Edgar smiled slightly, took out a tennis ball, tossed it high, and then quickly drew the racket.

砰

The clear sound of the ball hitting the ball also means that the second set of the game has officially begun.

"The direction of the return kick is diagonal, the angle is about 77%..."

As soon as the second set started, Jonal began to use the data he collected in the previous set and cooperated with Edgar to suppress the offense.

Although the opponent's tennis statistics may not be as suffocating as Berti's, it is obvious that Tokugawa and Yukimura's performance in this set was greatly affected.

Most of the two's actions did not escape Jonal's control.

1 is better than 0
2 is better than 0
2 is better than 1
3 is better than 1
……

Compared with the previous set, the French team scored more easily in this set.

"The French team won the game with a score of 6 to 3."

Thirty minutes later, when the referee's voice sounded again, the result of the second set was decided.

The French team evened the score and dragged the game to the deciding set. "This time, Edgar should win without any surprises."

In the French team's preparation area, smiles appeared unconsciously on the faces of several players.

They have seen this situation many times in this World Cup.

In the first set, he hid his strength, but in the second set, Jonal used his opponent's data and cooperated with Edgar to win.

The third set was won easily with a large score.

Their formula for victory was now two-thirds complete.

"Hmm... can we really win easily?"

The other French players around them had calm expressions, but Camus, the captain, pinched his chin, nodded, and whispered thoughtfully.

Compared to other people's optimism, he, who regards his tennis racket as his lover, feels, guided by his intuition, that this game will not end so easily.

It's not that he didn't trust Edgar and Jonal's abilities, but he simply felt that the Japanese team, which was able to qualify as the first place in a death group like Group B, could not be defeated so easily like the teams they had met before.

Camus's somewhat abnormal behavior did not attract the attention of other French team members.

Only Plans, who was also not very sociable, seemed to notice that Camus was a little unusual, but he just glanced at it and didn't think much about it.

After all, Plans is currently preoccupied with his own affairs and has no time to pay attention to other things.

Soon, the break was over.

The players from both sides returned to the tennis court to play the third and deciding set.

"The third set begins, with the Japanese team serving first."

Seiichi Yukimura stood outside the baseline, looking ahead intently, preparing to serve.

Before serving, he glanced vaguely at Jonal, who was already ready to receive the ball, with a slight curl of his lips.

砰

It was a textbook serve, the tennis ball flew out quickly and landed in the French team's half.

On the other side, Jonal swung his racket sharply. He had already mastered all of Yukimura's serving habits and knew where to receive the ball with just one glance.

However, the moment Jonal caught the tennis ball, the feeling of the collision between the racket and the tennis ball made him suddenly feel something strange.

"what?!"

Without time to think about it, Jonal completed the swing with a look of surprise and immediately looked at the return path of the tennis ball he hit back.

The tennis ball that he was supposed to hit diagonally towards the opponent's front court turned out to be a straight flat shot of poor quality.

Tokugawa, who was standing in the frontcourt, would naturally not miss such an opportunity.

He just took a quick step forward and swung his arm like a whip.

Boom!
The tennis ball exploded next to Jonal and then fell out of bounds.

"George?! How could you hit a shot like that?"

Seeing his team suddenly lose points, Edgar certainly noticed something unusual.

"Hmm, sorry, it was my mistake."

Jonal said with an apologetic look on his face, his eyes full of disbelief.

But he didn't seem to realize the real reason for the mistake in time, and just thought he was just confused.

However, before he started serving, Yukimura Seiichi's eyes gleamed, he smiled slightly, and murmured:
"Now is the real battle. Let's start by depriving you of your sense of touch..."

(End of this chapter)