Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Bang!

A curved corner kick went directly through the body of Tezuka who was on the net.

"30-15."

...

Boom!

Another powerful smash from the midfielder hit the open space on Tezuka's right.

"40-30."

...

Bang!

"Game, Shiraishi takes the lead, score 1-0."

Following Fuji's announcement, Shiraishi used his unnecessary actions to score another point and directly maintained his serve.

Simple, pure, clean and neat.

There is no glamour, no ostentation.

This is the impression Shiraishi left on everyone after the game.

Of course, there is also the impressive strength.

Sideline.

Everyone watching the game kept whispering.

Sugiyama: "Hey, this acting minister from Shitenhoji Temple seems to be pretty good."

Kawai: "The foundation is very strong. This kind of person cannot be underestimated."

In the words of several people, there was importance and recognition for Shiraishi Kuranosuke.

And this time.

The pen in Jin Xiaochun's hand that was recording Tezuka's data stopped and he said proudly.

"This is Shiraishi's perfect tennis. By tempering the basics, you can reach the other side."

"Shiraishi spends a lot of time doing basic tennis exercises every day, and his training intensity is the most intense in our Shitenhoji Temple."

Speaking of this, Jin Xiaochun's eyes were full of admiration.

This man, Shiraishi Kuranosuke, has been recognized by everyone at Shitenhoji Temple a long time ago.

Not only his great strength, but also his training.

Every morning, Shiraishi comes the earliest, and every afternoon, Shiraishi leaves the last.

In terms of training time, sometimes even Golden Koharu and Ichiji Yuji can't compare.

Swing, hit, run...

It's this most basic practice, over and over again, over and over again, day after day.

Endure loneliness, be firm and perseverant, work hard, and immerse yourself in the world of tennis.

Jin Xiaochun really admires this man.

"Ah~~~Happy to you~~~mua~~~"

"No~~~Damn Xiaochun, are you planning to cheat on me while I'm not around!!!"

Ichiji Yuji, who was practicing at Shitenhoji Temple, suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, and directly realized a super-remote spiritual link with Golden Koharu.

A sudden angry shout scared Koishikawa Kenjiro, who was about to serve in the opposite half, to jump.

After looking at Ichiji Yuji on the opposite side, the kind-hearted honest man couldn't help but look at the coach Osamu Watanabe on the sidelines.

The corners of his mouth moved slightly, but he stopped talking.

"By the way, coach, will Yuci and Koharu's training method... really be useful?"

"They have all become like this, are they really okay..."

...

Qingxue Tennis Court.

The first game is over.

The right to serve came to Tezuka.

During the short rest period, Tezuka replenished some water, and then started his habitual "hand-grabbing racket".

And saw this classic scene.

Kikumaru's eyes lit up: "It's coming, it's coming, there will be a good show next."

Kumamoto Sakamoto said helplessly: "Boss Tezuka lost the first game again."

Oishi also smiled: "Tezuka is like this every time."

Looking at the situation on the field, everyone on the sidelines recognized and valued Shiraishi's strength at most, but they were not worried about Tezuka at all.

After all, does losing the first game matter to Tezuka?

Tezuka's playing habit, unless he encounters an opponent he is very concerned about, is always a trial round, and winning or losing is normal.

And when Tezuka started drinking water and grabbing the racket.

Everyone knew that Tezuka's temptation was over and the real show was about to begin.

As for the next game, in Kikumaru's words.

——"Damn~ If I had known I wouldn't win the first game, you would torture me like this every time~~~"

...

Da~da~da~~~

Tennis, ground, bounce, slap.

With a crisp sound, the two people who had changed sides started the second round of the game.

He looked at Shiraishi who was waiting seriously as he walked to the right half.

Tezuka said coldly.

"here we go!"

brush!

Tennis flies high.

Bang!

With a loud explosion, a golden stream of light flashed and went straight to the inverted triangle on the outside of the right half of the service area.

bass!

"So fast!"

Bai Shi's mind was shaken, and his pupils suddenly widened as he stared at Liu Guang. In an instant, thoughts emerged.

"This kind of serve! He didn't use his full strength just now!"

However, after thinking about it, Shiraishi quickly accepted it. After all, the person competing against him now was Tezuka Kunimitsu, the director of Qingxue.

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There was no time to think too much.

Tread~tap~tap~~~

Amidst the vigorous footsteps, Bai Shi moved as fast as the wind.

After arriving at the sideline position, pull the bat sideways, which is a swing. The body is still using the momentum as a tendency. After preparing to return the ball, immediately move back to defend the empty area on the left.

However.

The next moment.

When the heavy muffled sound appeared, Bai Shi's expression suddenly changed.

"The power is actually so strong!"

Boom~~~

The tennis ball, which had a strong impact, collided violently with Shiraishi's backhand racket.

Under the stalemate, Shiraishi quickly stabilized his body and barely managed to hit the ball back.

However, the counterattack that created a slight arc and turned into a half-high ball made Shiraishi feel something bad.

"not good!"

brush!

The next wonderful thing happened when Shiraishi started to move quickly, preparing to sprint to save the ball.

Tezuka's figure has already sprinted to the net.

Then.

The left foot suddenly kicked off the ground, the right foot was raised, and the whole body jumped straight up with the center of gravity vertical.

Holding the racket tightly with both hands, hitting the tennis ball is a ground-breaking hit.

Boom!

Because it was a half-high ball, Tezuka chose...'JAIFE', which is the 'center of gravity vertical jump play'.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flew away at such a high speed that Shiraishi had no time to catch up.

"15-0."

In the sound of Fuji's announcement, Shiraishi, who was energizing his body, stared at Tezuka, who was silent across from him, with his heart burning.

"This kind of opponent!"

"very nice!"

The fighting spirit began to surge, the passion began to burn, and Shiraishi's amber eyes returned to silence and concentration.

We have to go all out for the next game.

...

Sideline.

Golden Xiaochun's eyebrows suddenly raised, and her eyes began to reflect light.

"That was 'JAIFE' just now!"

Inui Sadaharu beside him showed no surprise or change in his expression at all.

Just holding on to his glasses and recording calmly.

"This time's 'center of gravity vertical smash' is more powerful than the last time."

JAIFE, as a difficult system play, not everyone can play it.

No, to be precise, it can be beaten, but whether it is powerful or not is another matter.

...

Da~da~da~~~

On the tennis court, the game continues.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, Tezuka continued to serve. The force and speed were even stronger than the previous one.

Shiraishi, whose mind had been completely immersed in the competition, did not show any timidity and stepped forward to fight back.

Then, he once again started sprinting to the net, blowing the clarion call for attack.

However.

A passing ball went straight to the corner of the baseline, leaving Shiraishi with no choice but to turn around and save the ball.

He didn't reach the frontcourt position, so he didn't have time to intercept the ball in front of the net.

Bang!

Bang!

peng~~~

Under Tezuka's control, the two began to fight back and forth in the backcourt.

The precise hitting of the ball that hit the corner of the baseline every time made Shiraishi uncomfortable, and there was no chance of hitting the net.

Under Tezuka's guidance, he could only run back and forth from left to right.

Click left, click right.

Bang!

Hitting another ball from the corner of the field, Shiraishi felt a chill in his heart and thought to himself.

"No, the rhythm of the game cannot be controlled by him, it must be brought back!"

Making a decision in his mind, Shiraishi was ready to make a change and take a chance on the next ball.

However, the next moment.

bass!

impossible!

Seeing the strange arc drawn by the flying tennis ball, Shiraishi's eyes widened instantly and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"How...possible..."