Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

“30-0″

“40-0″

The tennis ball hit the boundary line behind Nanchuan and bounced out of bounds to the ground.

Nanchuan finally showed an appreciative smile. "This ball is good. The trajectory finally deviated a little. I made a wrong prediction. Is this the Bible?"

Shiraishi shook his hair and wiped the sweat off his face. He smiled and said, "It's so satisfying! This is of course my Bible tennis. I will prove to you that Bible tennis also has its own trajectory of change."

Nanchuan said with an understanding, "Is that so? If it keeps changing, then does that mean there is no change? The ever-changing trajectory, the endless change, this can indeed be defined as a perfect textbook tennis. It seems that I underestimated you.

He stood at the bottom line again: "But, your little trick will stop here, I have seen through it!"

Shiraishi put away his smile and continued to serve.

The tennis ball flew out quickly.

The next second, Bai Shi's pupils contracted in surprise."

really.

This time, Nanchuan actually accurately predicted the trajectory and landing point of the tennis ball, and he was already standing at the landing point waiting for the ball.

Nanchuan, holding the racket with both hands, used a downward slicing method and hit the ball with great force:

"Bai Shi, the speed is still too slow! I have already seen the flaw!"

The atmosphere of the game was extremely tense.

On the contrary, Tezuka, who was watching from the sidelines, found it quite interesting!

'Shiraishi's five dimensions should be fully developed and balanced, but because he wants to play more perfect textbook tennis, he wants to strengthen everything a little bit, which is actually a problem that hinders his evolution.

But the advantage is that he can be perfect without any flaws and impeccable, but he is still far from reaching such a level. In my opinion, he is full of flaws now. "

You know, there are very few players in the country who have comprehensive development in five dimensions. At least among the junior high school students, Tsuchiya has not found anyone like them.

Although he also felt bored with Bai Shi's performance, he was very curious about how this five-dimensional player would develop in the later stages.

Oshitari on the side hummed, "Right. Look, Nanchuan's shot was beautiful! He scored with a forehand shot!"

"He was able to react to such a tricky angle, and this style of play seems a bit unfamiliar, right?"

"Oh, now that you mention it, I also feel that his hands holding the racket are like holding a sword?"

“○-3!”

Nanchuan successfully broke Shiraishi's serve again.

And for the first time, he played his kendo tennis perfectly on the court.

Outside the stands, Sanada appeared in the crowd.

He quickly defeated Rokukaku's three singles players and came to watch Nanchuan's game without hesitation. Marui came with him.

As soon as he arrived, he saw the ball hit by Nanchuan. Sanada's face was red and he blew the bubble gum in his mouth and said, "Sanada, why does Nanchuan's ball look a little familiar? It's like your kendo tennis, but it's a little different, but I can't tell where it's different."

Mayu, he copied your Kendo Tennis, right? "

Sanada had a gloomy face and did not respond to Marunami's question. He really wanted to turn around and leave, regretting why he came to watch Nanchuan's game without hesitation.

He felt that he had been greatly stimulated again, and had a feeling that his willpower was shaken, which was really terrible.

It is indeed Kendo Tennis." He said with a dark face.

"Is that so? He went to the Budokan to practice swordplay, and he actually wanted to develop kendo tennis. Is he going to continue down this path?"

"W-what?"

Sanada, who was already depressed, suddenly had his pupils shrink and began to tremble slightly.

A new situation emerged on the field.

boom!

At this time, Nanchuan on the court has gradually become familiar with the feeling of complete control when defeating his opponent with kendo tennis.

"O-4!"

The referee's voice, which was a little stuttered due to surprise, resounded throughout the stadium, and the whole audience was silent.

He quietly looked at the tennis ball that had been broken into two halves, and for a long time he did not react.

Chapter 81 Are you using me as a training ground? The disappeared senior!

Perhaps because it was the first time they saw a tennis ball being broken in half, the audience's shock lasted for a long time. Even Atobe Akutsu and the others were stunned, as if they had seen such a big thing for the first time.

"Can tennis be played like this?"

'What kind of tennis is Nanchuan playing?

Just now it seemed like, like a sword slashing down?"

“This is too powerful.”

It is also possible that his power generation skills were in place to achieve this effect, but this is enough to illustrate his terrifying strength and control. "

Even if Shiraishi's Bible tennis was perfect, it couldn't handle this kind of tennis that was a surprise to him. "

The crowd began to talk, and the sound of shutter clicks seemed to come later, clicking, bringing Sanada back to his senses.

Sanada took a deep breath and walked back silently.

"Sanada, aren't you going to watch it anymore?" Marunami asked. Actually, he knew what Sanada was feeling now, but he was still surprised that this had such a big impact on him.

Mayu: "No need, I already know what I should do."

Marui was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Really? It seems that our deputy minister, the Tennis Emperor, has gained a lot today.

Sanada snorted and left silently without saying anything.

There are many gains, including huge mental stimulation. Bang!

“0-5!”

The tennis ball broke in two as it bounced.

Bai Shi supported his knees with his hands, sweat dripping down. His breathing was rapid and irregular, just like his complicated mood and unspeakable irritability at the moment.

After changing places, Nanchuan came to him and said, "What's wrong, Bai Shi? Have you lost your will to continue fighting? The game is not over yet. If you evolve on the spot, you might have a chance to counterattack."

Bai Shi wiped the sweat off his face and stood up. He forced a smile and said, "Nanchuan, who said I lost my will?

You are right, the game is not over yet, and you may not win. "

He returned to his position and waited for the opponent to serve.

'No matter what, Shitenhoji will never admit defeat, otherwise, no one will come to sign up for the tennis club next year.

Nanchuan smiled and said, "That's great. I still need to get familiar with this move."

He took out the tennis ball, but these words shocked Shiraishi and others outside the court.

Bai Shi could no longer maintain his gentlemanly demeanor, and his tone became a little more exasperated:

"Nanchuan, are you using me to practice your moves?!"

This was a serious national competition, and it was the semi-finals, but he actually used tennis, which he was not very good at, to crush him to the final set, and he was so calm? Was he trying to piss himself off?

Nanchuan didn't say anything. He patted the tennis ball a few times and then threw it high up: "Focus, Shiraishi!

In order to gain practical experience in kendo tennis, he no longer used the invisible bow in his serve, and even his evolved second-disappearing serve was always suppressed and not used by him.

But even so, Kendo Tennis was still able to suppress Shiraishi and leave him no chance to break the deadlock.

Bang! The tennis ball was still hit and flew out like a sharp sword. It seemed to be a straight ball, but Shiraishi's predictions were always wrong. Bang! The tennis ball actually hit his feet! And when it bounced, it was still split in half.

"15-0"

"Damn it!" Shiraishi shouted helplessly in his heart. Unless he could hit the two halves of the tennis ball back at the same time, he knew very well that he had no chance or ability to fight back.

Nanchuan didn't give him a chance to think and continued to serve.

Bang, bang, bang! Four serves, four tennis balls were wasted.

The referee blew the whistle helplessly: "0-6! Singles No. Ice Emperor wins!"

After a second or two of silence, cheers broke out. The sound waves of "Nanchuan must win! Hyotei must win!" covered the entire stadium again, as warm as the scorching sun, and proudly wanted to let the whole country know how domineering their Hyotei's main general is. It was as if they were saying, "Pass it on, the main generals of the Four Tenhoji Temples will be shut out!"

How do you do that? Your tennis ball is like a sword, but the target is not clear. "

Bai You asked unwillingly while panting and shaking hands with Nanchuan.

Nanchuan: "You are wrong. My goal for tennis is very clear. The tennis ball and the racket are almost integrated into one, like a sword drawn from its sheath. Once the sword is drawn, it can never be retracted, because this sword will only be drawn if it has a clear target that must be killed."

Bai Shi seemed to understand, but he didn't quite understand it at the moment. However, he was smart and after thinking for a moment he knew what Nanchuan meant.

The sword has a reason to be unsheathed. The direction to stab is determined when the sword is unsheathed.

That's right, Shiraishi-san's comprehension ability is indeed not bad. I'm glad to have played a game with you and have the opportunity to learn from you again."

Nanchuan shook hands with him and said sincerely.

Shiraishi was relieved at this time. He smiled bitterly and said, "Didn't you just say that my tennis is boring? I'm afraid that sparring is just a polite way of saying it?"

"Hahaha, then you better grow up quickly. Otherwise, next year, if I shut you out again, will you still have any face left as the captain?"

The two left the court and returned to their respective teams.

Nanchuan's wonderful game attracted a lot of attention, and he was almost hit in the face by the reporter's camera.

"Uncle, this is not the time for an interview. Please be careful to control yourself when filming, otherwise it will be unprofessional."

Nanchuan said helplessly.

Inoue Mamoru said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, because it has been a long time since I saw such a style of play, and it was from the first grade, so I was a little excited. The first grade now shines brightly and is the hope of Japanese tennis, so it is inevitable to be a little excited.

Nanchuan, after the match, please accept an interview with our tennis newspaper. We want to know more about Hyotei. Reporting about you can also inspire the next generation of players. "

After a lot of babble, Nanchuan had no choice but to nod and agree casually.

He has just touched the threshold of kendo tennis and is not even strictly entering the entry level. He still wants to continue to improve, so in theory he thinks that accepting interviews is really a waste of time.

But the uncle is too dedicated.

When he returned to the team, Oshitari and the others gave him a thumbs-up;

"Nanchuan, you were just like Atobe before, you ruined the racket, now you ruined the tennis ball, don't ruin the court in the future, but you are really amazing!"

"The tennis ball broke in two. It was so annoying!"

"Shiraishi's tennis isn't boring, is it? It's fun to hit the ball one by one. He almost doubted himself because of you."

Nanchuan took the towel and wiped the sweat off his face, then looked at Shiraishi and said, "No, his tennis is really boring, but you are right, it is really fun to gradually defeat the opponent on the court.

Is it like Sanada who was abused continuously? " Akutsu added, but when he said this, he had a frightening smile on his face.

It seems like he really enjoys this kind of fun!

Opposite at this time.

Shiraishi took the coins handed over by Ken'ya Osamu Osamu and sat next to coach Watanabe Osamu.

"I'm sorry, coach. I lost, and I was shut out. It's really embarrassing."

Watanabe Osamu held a toothpick in his mouth and hummed lazily, "That's the truth, so go back and practice well."

Bai Shi looked at the bandage on his left arm. The heaviness of his arm was one of the reasons why he couldn't exercise his power this time, but he didn't say it.

This is what the coach asked him to do. Although we don't know the reason, the coach spent all his money to do this.

He could only continue like this.

As if he understood what Shiraishi was thinking, Watanabe Osamu chuckled, "Don't think too much. A temporary failure does not represent the future. If you want to go far in tennis, you have to take a long-term view. The opponent you are facing now is very strong, but also very inspiring, isn't he? In the next year or two, you can give him a punch back."

Shiraishi was amused by him: "Good coach, I'm just worried that no one will sign up for our tennis club next year. You know, there are fewer and fewer people this year, and I, a freshman, have become the main player."

Are you kidding me? With Coach Ben here, how could no one sign up? Xiaochun, it's your turn!

Coach, we are ready! This is our home court.

Koharu, also known as Golden Koharu, is a guy with an IQ of 200 who plays comedic tennis.

Partnered with Yuji Ichiuji, the two of them stood up and it looked like a cold joke no matter how you looked at it. The aura of this cold joke was so strong, yet they still thought they were very funny.