Tennis: Let you take charge of the youth school, and all become professionals

With a coat draped over his shoulders and a tennis racket in his hand, he walked onto the court.

Behind.

A white-haired figure, about the same height as him, followed closely behind.

The people behind them looked at the two people who walked out slowly and couldn't help but speak.

Kirihara Akaya: "Really? Are they going to team up as a doubles team?"

Genichirō Sanada: “How interesting…”

Yanagi Renji: "The chances of this doubles match being exciting are 100%!"

Atobe Keigo: "I was thinking of forming a doubles team with you! You changed your partner so quickly, fox..."

the other side.

The two people walked out and smiled at each other.

"As far as I can remember, we've never played doubles together before..."

"Bilu~ It's true."

The doubles player sent by the Sakura team.

It is none other than the strongest spiritual master and quiet beauty of this World Championship, Seiichi Yukimura!

And the strongest imitator in this world competition, the trickster on the court, Niou Masaharu! .

235. Fuji Shusuke: When did I become so strong?

on the field.

The four people stood facing each other.

"Edgar...Edgar!"

"Everyone is so tall and strong! I am so small, can I really do it?"

George stood there nervously, his eyes wandering, and reached out to adjust his round-frame glasses.

That performance was like someone impersonating someone else.

"Snapped!!"

"Pain Pain!"

As soon as George asked, a knife came down from the side and hit him directly on the forehead, leaving a small red mark.

"You talk a lot! I've painted you too!"

Edgar said helplessly.

"Please don't put that dirty paint on me."

George spoke weakly, gaining a little confidence.

This subtle change was noticed by Seiichi Yukimura.

He let out a light "eh", feeling something was a little different, but didn't say anything.

Game start.

Niou Masaharu stood at the baseline, ready to serve.

Everyone stared in surprise, waiting.

Sakura team.

Kirihara Akaya: "Who do you want Niou-senpai to [illusion] for the competition?"

Toyama Kintaro: "It should be Coach Chen Fan, Byodoin or Oni, or Genichirō Sanada, or Tezuka? Hehe, is it possible that the [illusion] will become me? Ahead!"

Echizen Ryoma curled his lips, "It's obviously impossible... He can't hallucinate anyone like me or you."

Toyama Kintaro widened his eyes, looking puzzled: "Why?"

Echizen Ryoma rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Fuji Shusuke at the side said with a smile, "Because of the height! Nioh's [Illusions] are all based on facts, using external props, such as wigs, but he can't change his height because he doesn't know how to shrink his bones, hehe."

Genichirō Sanada: "Nio should directly [illusion] himself into coach Chen Fan, right? This is the safest decision."

Shiraishi Kuranosuke: "It's possible! After all, if we win this game, we will advance directly to the semi-finals. To be safe, the chances of [illusion] becoming Coach Chen Fan are very high."

Atobe Keigo posed aside, looking a bit conceited, "It's also possible that the cost of [Illusion] might be high..."

Just when everyone was wondering who Niou Masaharu would transform into to start the game.

Niou Masaharu smiled on the field.

"I have always been curious about what their world that allows them to enter the Ashura Shinto is like."

"But it seems that since the last [illusion] of Coach Chen Fan, I found that my mental strength is not enough to perfectly [illusion] those monsters."

"That got me interested in this other guy."

"In this game, let's see if we can perfectly [illusion] that person!"

Niou Masaharu smiled and stretched out his hands to cover his face.

When he took it away again, another figure appeared on the field.

The people on the sidelines opened their mouths and stared slightly in surprise.

Fuji Shusuke frowned even more in disbelief.

The one that Niou Masaharu had a [illusion] of was none other than Fuji Shusuke!

On the field.

Yukimura Seiichi's mouth corners slightly raised.

It seems that he is very satisfied with the person who appeared as Niou Masaharu's [illusion].

Whoosh! !

"Fuji Shusuke" spins the ball with his fingers, and the tennis ball falls freely.

The racket slices the ball directly from bottom to top.

The tennis ball spun straight out.

"That ball...will disappear!"

"Fuji Shusuke" narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly.

Boom——! !

The tennis ball hits the ground.

When Edgar Wan swung his racket, he disappeared.

Swing empty!

"15-0, Nioh Masaharu!"

Boom——! !

"30-0, Nioh Masaharu!"

Boom——! !

"40-0, Nioh Masaharu!"

Boom——! !

"1-0, Nioh Masaharu!"

In the blink of an eye.

"Fuji Shusuke" directly used ACE to serve and scored, easily winning the game.

Everyone on the Sakura team became excited.

Kirihara Akaya: "Hey, hey, hey! This is too easy! He scored 5 points in a row!"

Toyama Kintaro: "The opponent is pretty weak too!"

Echizen Ryoma: "I feel like my opponent shouldn't be so weak..."

Fuji Shusuke: "When did my serve become so powerful?"

Keep your eyes on the field.

Edgar of the French-Kremlin team serves.

I saw the corners of his mouth rising slightly.

A quick serve was hit.

Om-! !

There was a flash of light on the opposite side.

Niou Masaharu cut the ball easily.

[Swallows return to their nests]!

The tennis ball flew back quickly, flying directly along the ground.

Score on serve!

"15-0, Nioh Masaharu!"

The referee's voice sounded.

In the second game, Edgar served.

Niou Masaharu once again turned the tide and used various returns of Fuji Shusuke in succession.

【White (bccb) Dragon】!

Boom——! !

"30-0, Nioh Masaharu!"

【Giant goalkeeper with a hundred arms】!

Boom——! !

"40-0, Nioh Masaharu!"

【Sparks and flying flowers】!

Boom——! !

"2-0, Nioh Masaharu!"

In the second game, Niou Masaharu directly broke Edgar's serve.

Followed by.

Boom——! !

"3-0, Seiichi Yukimura!"

Boom——! !

"4-0, Nioh Masaharu!"

After a simple rally, the Sakura team won two more games in a row.

With a completely crushing attitude, the score was brought to 4-0.

Things went exceptionally smoothly.

Even Yukimura Seiichi was a little confused.

"It seems that this game is surprisingly simple..."

"It always feels weird..."

Yukimura Seiichi frowned and stared at the opposite side, feeling something strange for no reason.

"Fuji Shusuke" also felt a little strange and nodded.

Sakura team.