Today is the only official game I have played in Japan. It would be a lie to say that I am not looking forward to it. To be honest, I kind of want to learn Xiao Jin’s skills, but Qingxue can’t play the first singles.
Sitting in the venue, I looked at the two people in the middle of the game calmly.
"Qianye, why do you want to compete?" Tezuka stated calmly without asking.
"After being immersed for so long, it's time for the God of Death to come out." I still said coldly. Today I am definitely not like Qianye Mofeng. I have changed myself long ago, but because I am wearing a hat, I am still
No one can see clearly.
Fuji's serve was immediately hit back after a few rounds, and then Fuji quickly hit the disappearing serve. However, although the ball disappeared, Shiraishi still quickly turned around and hit the ball back, but Shiraishi's speed
It was too fast, and Fuji's short ball was hit back in one fell swoop.
Fuji was completely suppressed. What's wrong with you, Fuji? Why don't you take it seriously soon?
Shiraishi's smash knocked Fuji's racket away, and Fuji's racket flew away. Fuji stood up with his eyes as bright as a torch.
Fuji suddenly hit the white whale with the help of the wind, but Shiraishi still cracked the ball. Fuji's triple counterattack had all been cracked. "But there were too many redundant moves." Shiraishi faced Fuji confidently.
said.
When faced with the Holy Book of Tennis, a young genius, Fuji, you just shrink away? Or are you unable to learn to be serious?
"Game Shiraishi, 5:0!" There is only one game left, will Fuji really lose?
"Fuji-senpai, you said hard work." I don't know if I will follow the plot, but even if I follow the plot, I have to say, Fuji, can you just admit defeat like this? You are at the same level as Tezuka
people.
After hearing my words, Fuji's eyes became even colder. In the past, he seemed to have no persistent thoughts about victory, could not find his true self, and had no real goals.
"Show your true strength, Senior Fuji." Ryoma walked over and said calmly.
In this round, Shiraishi was serving, and Fuji was playing with all his strength. Maybe he wouldn't win with brute force, but if he could show that kind of momentum early, the game should be over.
"End!" Shiraishi shouted, but every ball he hit, Fuji tried his best to catch it, and then hit it over. Fuji was no longer what he was before, and now he actually looked like
He is the king of rage.
"One of the three counterattacks, Phoenix counterattack." Fuji said calmly, and then Shiraishi hit a smash.
"One of the three counterattacks, Kirin counterattack." Fuji still said calmly.
"One of the three types of strikes, White Dragon." The power and intensity of these three types of balls are completely different from the previous three types of strikes. This is why Fuji injected fresh blood into his previous three types of balls, allowing him to play them.
The ball has become more perfect and the skills have become more powerful.
"A very gorgeous tennis ball." I pressed down my hat and said lightly.
Tezuka looked slightly sideways, Fuji's tennis is indeed much more perfect than before, because Fuji's tennis is unpredictable, you don't know what he will do next.
The ball rushed toward Fuji, and the racket in Fuji's hand suddenly rolled over, and then he touched the ball with the inside. "This is the final return shot, the guard of Hekaton Kreis." Everyone was calm about this move.
Yes, he is indeed a genius. In such a short period of time, he was able to perform such magnificent skills.
Shiraishi hit a lob, but it still couldn't go over the net. No matter what kind of ball, it couldn't go over the net. Fuji actually went from 0 points to the current level, but Shiraishi's landing point was constantly rising. It seemed like it was going to happen soon.
Cracked.
Shiraishi really fought back, strong, really strong. It was now 6:6, Shiraishi had found his match point, and even deliberately hit the tennis ball.
Fuji tried his best to hit a ball, but accidentally went out of bounds.
"Game Shiraishi, 7:6!" At the end of the game, Fuji still lost. What a pity. If he hadn't lost, he probably wouldn't have played in the first doubles.
"It's wonderful, he didn't disappoint." Looking at Fuji, I still said calmly. Fuji knew who 'he' was, so he still smiled gently. Now he has a new understanding of the game.