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On top of the stands.

Amidst the noisy cheers, Inoue Mamoru was already full of expectations.

The camera in his hand kept changing its focus, focusing on the two people on the tennis court below, and kept taking close-up shots.

"It's actually Tezuka who comes on stage..."

Regarding Jusaburo Mori, Mamoru Inoue naturally collected information and knew about this rather special prodigy player.

Therefore, Mamoru Inoue was immediately interested in the national-level showdown.

My eyes were wide open, I was focused, my heart was filled with excitement, and I was unwilling to let go of any valuable and exciting shots.

...

At this moment, under the spotlight of everyone, the fierce battle of three singles on the tennis court has begun.

Peng!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball that was thrown into the air was hit cleanly by Jusaburo Mori.

When hitting the ball with the racket, Mori Jusaburo's forearm swings and cuts the tennis ball inward and outward.

Mori Jusaburo's serving speed is not very fast, but the violent side spin in tennis balls should not be underestimated.

Snap!

The tennis ball landed accurately on the bottom corner of the outside line of the service area in the right half of the court.

Immediately, amidst everyone's exclamations, the tennis ball bounced off the ground and flew straight outwards due to the internal spin.

Seeing this, Tezuka, who had already set off, quickly took two steps to his right side again, directly outside the doubles sideline.

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Bang!

With the tennis racket in his left hand, he pointed the racket to the right, then aimed at the flying tennis ball and made a backhand swing without hesitation.

As his body swayed, Tezuka's eyes were fixed on Jusaburo Mori, who was sprinting to the net at top speed on the left half with a smile on his face, and his eyes flickered.

Excellent inside-spin serve, accurate landing point, full power and spin, sudden outward flight, backhand shot against left-handers, and confidence in hitting the net after serving.

I have to say that Jusaburo Mori does have two brushes.

Judging from the first ball of the match, he doesn't look like a guy who skips training every day, and who doesn't even face tennis seriously in his heart.

Thoughts in my heart are fleeting, but the action on the tennis court never stops.

In the left half, Jusaburo Mori is surfing the Internet at high speed.

In the right half of the field, Tezuka, who was moved off the field, quickly set off to return to defense.

"Hey~ I'm sorry, Tezuka, I won this first ball without any courtesy."

brush!

As he spoke, Juzaburo Mori stepped heavily on his feet and jumped straight up.

Boom!

Serve to the net, violent smash!

The return of the ball, which was neither high nor short, actually showed that Tezuka was guarding against Tousaburo Mori's smash.

It's a pity that Juzaburo Mouri used a variant of the "center of gravity vertical jump play", and volleyed the tennis ball out of the diagonal side of his body.

The target landing point is the sideline area of ​​the left half of the right half.

Hush~Peng!

"15-0."

After a muffled sound, Tezuka, who was 0.5 seconds slower, could only miss the tennis ball flying through the air. Mori Jusaburo scored first.

"Hey, Tezuka-kun, just like what our deputy director said, you are indeed very strong. You almost caught up with the ball just now."

Mori Juzaburo's eyes flashed slightly. The shot just now seemed simple, but in fact it was not simple at all.

As a result, Tezuka almost received it. Thinking of this, Mori Jusaburo couldn't help but start to stare at Tezuka, and he started to take a closer look.

As for the gaze of Jusaburo Mori, Minister Hingshan was habitually unmoved.

He just walked slowly to the receiving position in the left half and responded calmly.

"Let's continue the game, Mori-senpai."

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Looking at Tezuka Kunimitsu like this, the corners of Tousaburo Mori's mouth twitched, and his expression suddenly became surprised and weird.

"Ah, no, Tezuka-kun is as boring as Xiao Tiantian."

"Hmm~~~It's really interesting."

...

Immediately, in the sudden and explosive atmosphere, Mori Jusaburo came to the serving position and threw the tennis ball into the air again.

Bend down, lead the racket, swing your arms, and slightly lower the racket inward to cut.

After a crisp sound, the fierce fighting started again.

Peng!

The yellow tennis ball, under the swing of Jusaburo Mori, floated across the air, phantom streamed, and flew towards the right half of the court again.

The same outward flying serve, the same serve and net tactics.

After watching the score, Jusaburo Mori continued to use the strategy of the previous goal and sprinted towards the net. A proverb popped up in everyone's mind.

If you have good food, you won’t be afraid of being late; if you have good food, you won’t be afraid of getting old.

Regardless of whether the routine is new or old, the most important thing is whether it is useful.

Therefore, when they saw Mori Hisaburo's actions, many spectators started cheering and screaming, as if Mori Hisaburo had scored again.

It's a pity that Jusaburo Mori's opponent this time is Tezuka.

Bang!

With a crisp explosion, Tezuka Kunimitsu, who was mobilized from the extreme distance, made a large arc forehand and hit the tennis ball back to the left half.

The speed is not slow, the force is not weak, and the spin attached to the tennis ball is also quite powerful, allowing the tennis ball to glide directly through a beautiful meniscus arc in the air, and hang directly on the baseline corner of the court in a straight line.

"Hmm! This ball!"

As he murmured in his heart, Jusaburo Mori stopped and stopped his forward momentum.

As soon as he stepped on his feet, he twisted his body and began to step forward and move laterally, preparing to directly launch a volley and half-volley without letting the ball fall to the ground.

Tezuka's straight ball gave Mori Jusaburo two options, a half-court volley and a corner counterattack from the baseline.

But no matter which one it was, it directly interrupted Mori Jusaburo's online tactics.

"Good guy, Tezuka Kunimitsu, you're not bad at all!"

Peng!

During the analysis, Juzaburo Mori used his quick steps to rush to the scene.

There was another crisp sound, and the tennis ball was flying again.

In this way, a contest between Mori Jusaburo and Tezuka Kunimitsu started fiercely on the tennis court.

Peng!

"30-0."

...

Bang!

"30-15."

...

peng!

"30-30."

...

Boom!

"40-30."

...

Peng!

"Score valid."

"Game, Li Hai Da, Maori, score 1-0."

"Exchange venues!"

After a fierce duel, Jusaburo Mori once again won two goals in a row and directly maintained his serve.

And under the sound of the referee's announcement, there was the excitement of the people in Lihai, the cheers resounding in the sky, and the crazy discussion of countless spectators.

"King! Li Haida! Always victorious! Li Haida!"

...

"Look, look, Li Haida's three singles player has won another round."

"That Tezuka is actually no match for Mori..."

"Isn't Tatekai University going to win directly '3-0'..."

"It should be a test round... The legendary second strongest man in Seigakus, Tezuka Kunimitsu, who is favored by the professional circle, shouldn't be so weak, right?"

"Testing the game? Qingxue is testing this in a life-and-death situation. He's thinking too much. I think he just can't beat him."

...

During the short time between games, the audience was buzzing with discussion.

Amid the increasingly heated discussion, the two people on the tennis court also left the court one after another, preparing to switch venues and take a short rest.

On the side of Mori Juzaburo, he walked leisurely and finished the game briskly. He didn't even pay attention to Tezuka, who remained calm-faced after losing the first round.

I went back to sit down next to Yukimura Seishi, minding my own business and replenishing water.

As for Tezuka, he held a tennis racket and stepped off the court with a steady pace and his expression remained the same, seemingly without any change.

On the coaching bench, Tezuka and Sora Kitagawa looked at each other, and in tacit understanding, they handed over towels and mineral water.

You pass it, I pick it up. After drinking, I put it down, pass it again, and pick it up again.

The harmonious scene unfolds in silence.

After Tezuka put down the water glass in his hand, Kitagawa Sora asked with a chuckle.

"How about it?"

"no problem."

A voice mixed with intelligence and calmness emerged from Tezuka's mouth, and the confidence that quietly bloomed made Kitagawa Sora smile.

He is still the same Tezuka Kunimitsu who habitually loses games.

But, this three-on-one match should probably end here.

After a short break, the chief referee began to call.

Seeing Tezuka stepping onto the field again, Kitagawa Sora couldn't help but say something leisurely.

"A prodigy, even if he is slightly better than a genius, is still not enough compared to a truly strong person."