The all-powerful middle schooler

A few seconds later, his expression suddenly changed, his face turned even redder, and he swore.

"Damn it, I didn't come here to play for this! Come on, let's switch sides! It's my serve next, so watch out! I'll show you my 'bullet serve' in no time!"

He gripped the tennis ball in one hand and spoke aggressively.

"Hey, does the boss have a serve like that? I've never seen him use it before?"

"Are we not qualified to witness this kind of move?"

"Idiot, you must have just said it offhand."

The tennis club members were buzzing with discussion.

call out!

Kentaro Kawamura leaped to his feet, the muscles in his arms taut, exerting maximum force to channel all the humiliation he had suffered into rage, determined to unleash it upon his opponent.

That's right, he doesn't have any special skills; he's just showing off the serving technique he's practiced.

This shot was an exceptional performance, almost one-tenth faster than his usual hitting speed.

He believed that even if the national champion came, it would be difficult to win.

Unfortunately, he had no idea what he was facing.

"It has enough power, but the trajectory of the ball is too simple."

Hasegawa Izumi calmly raised her right hand and easily returned the ball.

This performance, after witnessing the previous topspin serve, is no longer surprising.

"As expected, they retaliated!"

Kentaro Kawamura had this premonition, so he reacted quickly and chased after the tennis ball in the direction it came from.

But in any case, this is a good start, at least it's not the one-sided domination that happened in the previous service games.

Just as he got into position, ready to return the ball, something strange happened.

"The ball... disappeared!?"

He completely lost sight of the tennis ball and stood there stunned for a moment.

"15 to 0."

He stared in disbelief at the tennis ball rolling back onto the ground until the referee spoke.

"What just happened? Did I miss it because I blinked?"

Kentaro Kawamura was completely baffled and could only try to find the reason within himself.

Once again, jump and serve.

Another confident strike.

At that moment, he discovered that the person opposite him was standing firmly in place, holding a tennis racket in both hands, without moving.

Is this a move to give him a point?

That's so humiliating!

This scene was also witnessed by everyone.

"Why isn't Izumi-chan moving? Is she tired?"

This was Fujiwara Chika's idea.

"Is it to leave the opponent with some self-respect? Probably not! To utterly defeat the opponent without holding back, that's the aesthetics of the strong."

This is Rikka's idea.

Just as everyone was speculating, the tennis ball landed.

"too slow."

Izumi Hasegawa finally moved.

"Zi...Zi..."

Faintly, the sound of electricity crackling could be heard in the air.

The figure in everyone's eyes vanished in an instant, appearing in front of the tennis ball with lightning speed, raising the racket and swinging it down like a slash!

“Pah!”

A faint, dazzling flash of lightning echoed across the stadium.

24 Arigatou, Hasegawa-san

"what!!"

The girl let out a sharp scream, drawing strange looks from her friends.

"What are you yelling about? It's scary."

"I'm afraid of... thunder."

She answered weakly.

"Come on, it's a sunny day right now, there isn't even a cloud in the sky."

My friend pointed to the bright sun in the sky and said irritably.

"Oh...it seems like it was just my imagination."

The girl then turned her pitiful gaze back onto the court.

……

"Let me explain briefly. What I just said was 'Moving like thunder' from the elements of wind, forest, fire, mountain, yin, and thunder. It allows me to appear anywhere on the court at lightning speed and make the ball bounce at a right angle, so it's normal that you couldn't return it."

Seeing her opponent's blank expression and complete lack of reaction, Izumi Hasegawa thought for a moment and then gave an explanation of the move.

In his dream, such behavior was perfectly normal. Although it revealed his secrets, it was more about showing confidence in his own strength and techniques.

This is the composure of the strong!

His words left everyone present completely bewildered.

Who are you trying to fool?!

This is reality, not a cartoon!

Apart from Rikka Takanashi, everyone else thought it was just nonsense, merely giving a powerful move a fantastical name.

Do you think calling it 'Pine Cone Shaking Lightning Whip' will change everyone's perception?

How can it be!

The battle resumes.

Kentaro Kawamura has figured it out.

Winning is impossible!

If the opponent uses a single technique that I can't handle, how am I supposed to fight?

Even professional players wouldn't understand what the opponent is playing, right?

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Those outside the game can only see that he is at a disadvantage, but they can't see why he is at a disadvantage.

So now he's thinking about how to lose in a more graceful way.

But thinking about the gap between the two of them was really discouraging, so he could only do his best to deal with it.

As the ball soared into the air, Kentaro Kawamura had no other thoughts but to swing his racket.

At that moment, he became incredibly pure.

Hasegawa Izumi sensed the subtle change in the other person's aura and secretly praised him.

"It evolved under pressure! Not bad!"

As expected of someone who could become the head of a department in Shuchiin, he wasn't as bad as he had seemed before.

However, he was in a hurry today, so he could only hold back to a limited extent.

He returned the serve with an invisible swing.

"40 to 0!"

Another goal.

His movements were as gentle as a breeze, calmly executing a slice shot, the tennis ball leaping over the net like a tiger climbing a mountain and landing in the opponent's half of the court.

"Hasegawa wins this game, 2-0!"

In the blink of an eye, it was his serve again.

He didn't increase the serve; he still used an outside spin serve.

This time, Kentaro Kawamura lived up to expectations and returned the ball, but it wasn't very stable, and the ball flew very high.

He leaped directly to a new height, like a sun falling from the sky under the blazing sun.

"Snapped!"

This was a smash as powerful as a raging torrent!

"hiss……"

The sound of tearing wind filled his ears, and Kentaro Kawamura had no time to react as the tennis ball bounced up and hit the wire mesh behind him.

"Wow, so handsome!"

"Hasegawa, you're amazing!"

"Hase River! Hanase River! Hanase River!"

As the onlookers watched, stars lit up the girls' eyes, and they cheered and screamed incessantly.

Because that figure was so dazzling, they momentarily forgot about the other person's signature attributes.

"Its speed is like the wind."

"It's as gentle as the forest."

"Aggression is like fire."

"Next should be... remaining as immovable as a mountain!"

In the crowd, Eriri turned her head and saw a beautiful girl with headphones on her shoulder reciting these words. The girl had a very excited expression on her face.

"Wow, he's actually quite popular with girls!"

She pouted, a hint of jealousy in her eyes.

This is truly unexpected.

In her mind, most people dislike their childhood sweethearts.

However, she wasn't too worried.

These people were only temporarily attracted by Izumi's handsome appearance; once they learned more about him, they would automatically back down.

"Go for it, Izumi-chan!"

"Sage, keep taking victories!"

Beside them, two girls inside the netting also cheered.

"and many more……"

It was only then that Eriri noticed the strange girl wearing an eye patch next to Chika.

Chika, that cancer of the earth, is one thing, but how come someone else is acting so intimately with Izumi?

What exactly happened while I was away from Izumi?!

The ongoing battle quickly diverted her attention.

"Hasegawa wins this game, 4-0!"

Before the match even started, Kentaro Kawamura was in high spirits, eager to show off his strength and thoroughly humiliate the weak. But to his surprise, he was the one who would be humiliated.