However, this Seiichi Yukimura actually completely controlled all the situations from the very beginning of the serve. In fact, Narita and Kawazawa didn't even look like they were playing tennis at all. They looked like they couldn't see anything clearly in the dark.
General confusion, is this the tennis of the Son of God?
If it hadn't rained at that time, would he have looked like this when he fought with her brother?
If that's true, that would be really terrible
The person standing next to him looked at Yukimura Seiichi, and then felt like he had seen him somewhere before, something flashed through his mind, then his eyes widened in horror, and he pointed at him with his finger.
"He, he is Yukimura Seiichi, the head of the Rikkai Tennis Club, the son of God who has never lost a game."
Such beautiful and exquisite facial features, such superb skills, such momentum that does not put the opponent in his eyes, such terrifying tennis without any flaws.
Yes, it was really him. When he saw this group of people walking in for the first time, they felt a little familiar. After all, they rarely went to formal games, so they were not very familiar with the main players. But
Of course, they have watched the live broadcast of the national competition. Of course, the beautiful young man standing on the court at this time is indispensable.
Yukimura Seiichi
God's son
He is the legend of the junior high school tennis club. He has never lost a game since the beginning of the competition. He is like a god in tennis.
The buzz around them became louder and louder, but Narita and Kawazawa finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground. At the same time, Yukimura Seiichi stopped the racket in his hand.
He half lowered his eyes, there was only a hint of indifference in his eyes
Such a person is really not worthy of being his opponent. He approached them step by step, with such pace, such calmness, and seemed to be coupled with indescribable coldness.
He looked at them condescendingly, and his expressionless eyes made Narita and Kawasawa tremble all over.
I saw the corners of Yukimura Seiichi's lips slightly raised in an emotionless arc, still beautiful and delicate.
He pointed the racket at them and lowered his eyes faintly. The wind kept blowing the hair on his forehead, and from time to time swept across his eyes that were too sharp at this time, and the bottom of his eyes was cold.
"You are not qualified to play tennis"
After saying that, he didn't even want to look at them again, and then walked towards Otowa, who was still sitting on the rest chair, and tightened his grip on the racket in his hand again.
Yinyu just raised her eyes and looked at him. Her face looked much better than before, but it was still much paler than usual.
"Jingshi..." Her voice was very low, as if she was mumbling to herself.
"Yes, I'm here." Seiichi Yukimura approached her, then bent down and put his palms on her somewhat cold forehead, which were slightly damp and warm from playing the game.
She gently blinked her eyelashes, swaying lightly, like butterfly wings, constantly touching his palms
Yukimura Seiichi let go of his hand, and his palms felt unusually warm.
Sanada and the others also walked past them quickly, but they all looked at Otowa who was sitting on the bench. She looked like this, it was really abnormal, as if she was seriously ill. The ball just now was really, really bad.