The Prince of Tennis: The Quincy of Rikkai University

Chapter 272 Good Dream
砰

The serve was completed again, and this time Edgar was responsible for receiving the ball.

He easily returned Yukimura's serve. At the same time, George, who was standing in the front court, had already turned his gaze to the two people opposite.

Just like before, he used the data to outline the opponent's route selection for the next ball in his mind.

"Forehand 56 degrees, it's a through ball, the target is the diagonal baseline."

In an instant, Jonal had already calculated the path that Yukimura Seiichi would take to hit the tennis ball back.

He made a decisive lateral move, choosing the moment when the tennis ball had passed the net but had not yet risen to its highest point, and jumped up to intercept it by bending his knees.

After jumping high, he was able to reach the tennis ball as Jonal had calculated.

He swung the racket hard, hoping to win with a smash.

Jonal was aiming at the opponent's defensive gap, but the next moment after his racket hit the tennis ball, the return ball did not fly in that direction as he expected.

Instead, it flew straight towards the audience stands outside the stadium like a home run.

"how come--"

After landing, Jonal's eyes were shocked. He couldn't believe that this was the tennis ball he hit.

The first time would have been fine, but the second time in a row, of course he knew something was wrong.

"When I hit the tennis ball just now, there was no feedback from the racket..."

After realizing the problem belatedly, Jonal looked down at his hand holding the racket.

He squeezed it hard, but as expected, he didn't feel anything.

At this moment, a deep voice came into his ears from the other side: "It seems that you have discovered that you have lost your sense of touch..."

Hearing the sound, Jonal immediately looked up and found that Seiichi Yukimura had been standing on the other side of the net with a gentle smile on his face.

"What did you do to me?!"

The fear of the unknown made Jonal look ugly.

"Nothing, I just want you to have a good dream." Yukimura Seiichi smiled meaningfully.

"..."

Jonal didn't understand the meaning of Yukimura's words at all, but after looking at him with a vigilant look, he turned around and walked back to his original position.

bang bang bang...

The unexpected situation made Jonal more cautious than before.

Whenever "Seichi Yukimura" receives the ball, he immediately increases his attention and carefully guards against every ball from the opponent.

At first, Jonal was not used to receiving the ball after losing the touch, and thus lost many points at the beginning of the third set.

But as the fight went on, after he gradually adapted, relying on muscle memory, Jonal was able to fight back normally without any sense of touch.

What surprised him was that Jonal, who thought that "Yukimura Seiichi" would have other moves, found after playing a few rounds that the opponent seemed to have no other means.

After confirming this, he once again used the data, sorted out his thoughts, and quickly cooperated with his partner to launch a counterattack.

He always seized the opponent's fleeting flaw and made a decisive shot, hitting the tennis ball into the defensive loophole of "Yukimura Seiichi".

15 is better than 0
30 is better than 0
40 is better than 0
3 is better than 3
4 is better than 3
5 is better than 3
Everything went as Jonal had calculated. They first equalized the score and then quickly widened the gap.

砰

It was another quick counterattack. Jonal hit the ball with his backhand. The tennis ball passed between the opposing "Tokugawa" and "Yukimura" and hit the baseline and flew out. The game came to the match point.

"If they win one more goal, the match will be won by France."

Jonal couldn't stop smiling and was already thinking about how Camus would praise him later.

However, a faint voice sounded in his ears.

This voice is gradually becoming clearer. "George... George... wake up - George!"

Jonal's expression changed. He seemed to hear Edgar's voice right next to his ear, but wasn't Edgar standing in the backcourt at this time?
He turned back suddenly, and his vision went dark. He could not see Edgar at all, and even the tennis court had disappeared.

“It’s a nice dream.”

A strange voice seemed to be whispering in his ear.

"Who?!"

Jonal was startled and turned around when he heard the sound, but he didn't see anyone.

But at this moment, the dark space in his sight began to break, and a trace of light shot in from the gap.

The dazzling light made Jonal close his eyes involuntarily, and at the same time, Edgar's anxious voice sounded again.

"George—wake up!"

He suddenly opened his eyes and the scene around him had changed back to the tennis court. He turned his head subconsciously and saw Edgar's face leaning over, less than two centimeters away from his sight.

"Senior Edgar——"

Jonal took a step back in shock, somewhat confused about the current situation.

On the other side, after seeing his partner finally wake up, Edgar stepped forward and breathed a sigh of relief, "You are such a troublemaker."

"Trouble?!" Jonal said with a confused look.

"Tsk, if you don't wake up, we're going to lose!" Edgar pointed speechlessly at the electronic scoreboard high in the venue.

Jonal looked in the direction and saw the scoreboard showing the current scores of the three sets.

6比4，3比6，4比0。

In the third set, the French team still had 0 points on the scoreboard.

"how come……"

Jonal's eyes were filled with shock. It turned out that everything he had just done seemed to be just an illusion.

It's like a dream, so unreal.

"Stop being in a daze and quickly return to your seat. Do you want to lose the game like this?"

Looking at the somewhat dazed Jonal, Edgar urged him with an unhappy look on his face.

"Yes Yes!"

Quickly adjusting his mood, Jonal immediately returned to his position in the front court.

Opposite him, Seiichi Yukimura was also standing in the frontcourt.

The two looked at each other, and Yukimura Seiichi smiled and said, "It seems that you did have a good dream, but it's a pity that you woke up a little early."

He felt a little regretful that if Edgar hadn't intervened, Jonal wouldn't have woken up so quickly.

"Sure enough, it was you who did this."

Jonal looked at Yukimura Seiichi with a serious expression. The methods of mental tennis were hard to defend against, and he felt like he was facing a formidable enemy at the moment.

"Haha, you better be careful next time..."

As he spoke with a sense of lingering desire, Yukimura Seiichi turned around gracefully and switched places with Tokugawa Kazuya.

Because it was his turn to serve in the fifth game.

On the other side, Edgar also made a decision before the ball was served. He took out a paintbrush and said calmly, "Next, we have to get serious."

Raising the paintbrush in his hand, he walked behind Jonal, held his chin with his other hand, and then put the paintbrush down.

(End of this chapter)