The crowd is buzzing!

Crowds of people!

There are so many people!

As Souji Hatada and others entered the competition venue again, the overwhelming cheers not only knocked them down, but at least made them feel that gravity was less attractive to them.

There is a feeling of taking off.

"Okay! We saw it! Yamabuki Academy is entering! As the dark horse team in this national competition, Yamabuki Academy has changed from previous years of strong doubles and weak singles, and is starting over with a brand new look."

"This year they not only strengthened their dominant position in doubles, but also strengthened their team's singles ability. Not only did they eliminate the weakness of singles in one fell swoop, they even showed a superior dominance over doubles."

"Let us! Cheer for Yamabuki!"

"Yamabuki!"

"Yamabuki!"

"Yamabuki!"

After receiving the encouragement from the host, the Shanbuki cheerleaders spared no effort to cheer and cheer. Together with other spectators who supported Shanbuki, the overwhelming cheers made every athlete excited and excited.

"Oh!!! That's great! It's so great! I can't wait to start playing!"

Toyama Kintaro felt that his blood was almost unbearable, and he shouted excitedly.

Although the others were not as obvious as Kintaro Toyama, they all showed excited expressions.

Is this the finals of the national competition? It’s really uncontrollable excitement!

Looking at the huge crowd of spectators and the various expressions of expectation, support, and cheer on their faces, even Souji Hatada couldn't help but feel a little helpless at this moment.

Not fast enough, the host's voice sounded again.

"Okay! We see that what is entering the court now is the champion of the National Tennis Competition for Junior High School Students for two consecutive years. They are extraordinary and have entered the finals with an invincible attitude. They are the team with the highest winning rate in this national competition. Let us

Cheers to the defending champions!"

"Let us welcome the king - Li Haida!!!"

"Tachikai Dai!"

"Tachikai Dai!"

"Tachikai Dai!"

Led by Seiichi Yukimura, Tatekai and his team stepped onto the court with calm faces and peaceful expressions.

Compared to the excited Yamabuki, Tatekai's calm performance was more calm. He acted like a host. As soon as he appeared on the stage, he showed whose home field this was!

An extremely strong sense of oppression radiated from Li Hai's body.

The spectators in the front row close to the stadium couldn't help but widen their eyes with excitement, saying in their hearts that they were so strong.

According to etiquette, both sides stood in front of the net to greet each other, and at the same time listened to the referee announcing the rules of the game.

Photographed in the front, Seiichi Yukimura is looking at Souji Hatada with reserved but domineering eyes.

"As expected, we met."

Bantian Souji looked at the other party's soft face, gentle tone, but extremely tough and aggressive eyes, and smiled lightly.

"This is a chance to experience the power of the Son of God!"

It was obviously a simple greeting, but Seiichi Yukimura seemed to be a different person when he stood on the court, refusing to give in and being extremely domineering!

To Soji Hata's words, he replied without saltiness: "If Yamabuki can do it."

Listening to Yukimura Seiichi's profoundly provocative words, Souji Hatada quietly opened his eyes, revealing his sharp edge.

"I also hope that Tachibana can survive."

For a moment, the smell of gunpowder filled the air between the two of them.

...

"The above are the rules of this competition! Is there anything unclear about the contestants?"

"No!"

"Okay! We can see that the referee has signaled that the game can start, so I announce that the National Junior High School Tennis Competition is now officially starting!!!!!!!!!"

“Please give me more advice!*2”

"oh!!!!!!!"

As both parties bowed to each other, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly reached a climax.

"Now, please invite the No. 3 singles player from both sides to come on!"

In the auditorium outside the court, Qingxue and other teams looked at the court curiously, wondering who both sides would send as the No. 3 singles player.

"Hey, it's me!"

Kintaro Toyama walked onto the court with a racket on his shoulder, carefree and without any pressure.

At the same time, he placed his hands flat in front of his eyebrows and looked across.

"I don't know who my opponent is!"

...

Genichiro Sanada was not in a very good mood.

"You can't defeat Souji Hatada right now, Genichiro."

Reluctantly, he half-knelt on the court, looking exhausted at the tall and unfathomable back of Seiichi Yukimura on the other side. Recalling the words from Seiichi Yukimura's mouth, Genichiro Sanada unconsciously held his hand tightly again.

Racket, blazing anger flashed between his eyebrows.

You are looking down on me, Yukimura!

...

"Hey! Brother in the hat! Are you in a daze?"

Genichiro Sanada, whose memories were interrupted, came back to his senses, lowered his head and looked at Kintaro Toyama, who was leaning forward, stretching his neck, and tilting his head to look at him.

Seeing that he had come back to his senses, the latter's big bright eyes flashed a smile and pretended to narrow them, as if he had seen through his own thoughts.

Could it be that he saw the unwillingness in his eyes?

"Brother, was it because I was participating in the national competition today that I was so excited that I couldn't sleep last night?"

Listening to Toyama Kintaro's words that sounded like comfort, ridicule, and more like understanding, and seeing his sense of accomplishment in seeing through things without telling them, Genichiro Sanada fell silent.

This guy is a fool!

"Huh~"

Taking a deep breath, Genichiro Sanada didn't want to get into any more entanglement with Kintaro Toyama. He put the racket on the ground and said in a cold voice: "Which side?"

"Why, little brother, I was right. Oh, even if you are right in the face, you don't have to be so stinky."

"Which side!"

"front."

"Snapped!"

"I serve first!"

After Genichiro Sanada finished speaking, he walked to the bottom line with a dark face.

Looking at Genichiro Sanada's slightly angry back, Kintaro Toyama looked confused and puzzled.

"What is this little brother so angry about?"

Then an expectant smile appeared on his face.

"But forget it, this guy has fought Souji before and he is super strong! He will definitely have a great time fighting."

Thinking this, Kintaro Toyama also smiled happily and couldn't wait to run towards the bottom line.

"Hey! Brother in the hat! I'm ready! Just come over here!"

Seeing Kintaro Toyama's energetic but full of flaws, Genichiro Sanada frowned.

"Although I appreciate your courage to challenge, but what's the matter with that awkward posture!"

"Too lax!"

Seeing Kintaro Toyama's somewhat awkward posture, Genichiro Sanada threw the tennis ball into the air and gave a low shout.

"Take my move and it will be as fast as the wind!"

"Whoosh!"

Drawing on the artistic conception of Iai in kendo, Genichiro Sanada exploded with all his strength in an instant, and the tennis ball cut through the air and flew towards Kintaro Toyama.

And Kintaro Toyama, who had long known that Genichiro Sanada was very powerful, although he still had a wide grin on his face, his eyes were extremely serious and focused.

He has excellent dynamic vision, and this move of Genichiro Sanada did not escape his grasp.
To be continued...