"Hey, are you from Youth? Can you play basketball?" Smith said with some displeasure.
I took the racket from Arai's hand, then rotated it 360° a few times, "Natural." Then I walked to the opposite side of Smith, with the curve of my mouth still in a confident curve, but at this time the momentum of my whole body changed.
, becoming cold and terrifying.
I served first, and I directly used the region to deal with Smith, and quickly scored a point in the game, but Smith was stunned and no one could get a point in the game directly in his hands.
"It's really weak." I spoke disdainfully, and then easily caught Smith's serve. With a backhand, the ball came to the backcourt in a mysterious arc. Just when Smith received the ball, the ball was very easy to catch.
It suddenly passed through the racket like air.
It was my serve again, and I threw the ball high, but when I was swinging the racket, the racket suddenly shook, and the ball rushed over again. Smith was still busy catching the ball, but the ball seemed to be countless.
The landing point impacted his sight, because his dynamic vision was good, so there were much more landing points than the average person saw.
Smith was already anxious. His serve was much slower than before. I flashed and arrived at the landing point of the ball, and then hit the ball back in one go.
"Weak." I uttered softly. "You are looking for death!" Smith suddenly jumped up and hit me. After the ball landed, it turned out to be a horseshoe-shaped figure. Is this an illusion?
"15:40!" In the last game, he actually got a point. I rubbed my eyes. I knew I wouldn't go to watch the ball just now, but now I've made my eyes dizzy, and the ball I've been hit.
It was still an hallucination, but I closed my eyes, then came to the ball drop point, swung my slap and hit it towards the corner.
"Game Jibu, 6:0!" Arai shouted excitedly. This young man had made him suffer a lot just now. Now it's so good to see this American brat being beaten like this.
"Who are you?" Smith, who lost completely, threw the racket in his hand to the ground. He originally thought that Ryuma Echizen could be his opponent, but the boy in front of him who couldn't see clearly was so strong.
Echizen Ryuma's moves were cracked by him, and even the moves he was proud of were cracked, and there was not even a single counterattack move. It seemed that every ball had eyes, and it was where he could not get it.
Go, this boy is so scary.
I glanced at Smith and still spoke disdainfully, "You don't have the qualifications to know, but I think you have many people who can defeat Echizen Ryuma, otherwise it's up to you?"
He threw the racket to Arai and walked to the driver, but the driver seemed to be stunned. He did not expect that the thin and weak second master would play tennis so well, even surpassing the eldest master.
"You'd better forget what happened today." I don't want to be known by Shibu Shinto, otherwise I'll be in trouble. But fortunately, Smith didn't guess that I was death, or I think he would know,
Maybe more people will come to me, are they looking for revenge or challenge me? I am really curious.
"Hi." The driver nodded busyly. The second young master's oppression was much more terrifying than the old master's and the old master's, so he should wisely choose to listen to the second young master's words, otherwise he might be scared to death.
Seeing that the driver was very smart and wise, I chose to forget, and there was no need to continue to intimidate him. The place I was going to now is the principal's office of Qingxue, and I thought that the gentry of the Ministry might be there.
Walking into the principal's office, Hiroyuki Ishikawa was sitting on the sofa, and opposite him were Shinto Himebu and a very beautiful woman, who looked only in his thirties.
"Report." I walked in, then looked at the Shibu Shiren. Sure enough, he was waiting for me here, and it seemed that the principal could not help me. "Xiaoye." The beautiful woman rushed towards me,
Only then did I see clearly his appearance. He looked a little like me. Could it be that she is the Ryoko Jibu, my mother?
I was hugged by her. Although I didn't resist, the air conditioner quickly emanated at this time. Hiroyuki Ishikawa frowned. Why did this child like Tezuka to exude air conditioner so much? But is this child really a student in the school?