Tennis: In Hyotei, inheriting the miracle generation

It can be seen that Matsudaira is fully confident of defeating Hinata Rin.

And combined with the title of the strongest player on the opponent's No. 16 court.

A group of high school students who were originally lost saw hope again!

"Go ahead! Smash that arrogant brat!"

"Matsudaira is in such a calm state, it seems like he has a sure win this time!"

"Matsudaira, remember to greet that brat's face. That guy's calm expression is really infuriating."

......

......

"Oh?"

On the court, noticing the change in the atmosphere among the high school students, Hinata Rin couldn't help but take a closer look at Matsudaira who was walking onto the court.

Even after showing his strength.

These high school students still have full confidence in Matsudaira?

Look.

This time a big fish has arrived!

"Kid, I'll be your opponent from now on." Coming to the net, Matsudaira looked at Hinata Rin indifferently.

After a pause.

He swung his racket and suggested, "I don't want to take advantage of you, so I'll give you 15 minutes to rest and adjust. After 15 minutes, we'll play again."

Although the opponent's previous match against Sasabe only took Hinata Rin 12 minutes.

But in Matsudaira's opinion.

Facing Sasabe's powerful ball, Hinata Rin must have expended a considerable amount of her physical strength to take it. With such high-intensity consumption in a short period of time, Hinata Rin, a junior high school student, might not be able to play with him for the entire game.

For this kind of thing that takes advantage of others.

He was relaxed and didn't bother to do it.

However......

"No, just come directly, I'm in a hurry."

Hinata Rin waved her hand, looking indifferent.

Restore strength?

He had just finished warming up with Sasabe. Why was he taking a break when he was still in the best condition?

"Ok?"

Matsudaira's expression changed slightly, obviously not expecting Hinata Rin's answer.

Does not restore physical strength.

Just fight him like this?!

How much does the other party look down on him?

"Humph!"

"You are such an ungrateful kid. Guess the ball rights." Matsudaira snorted and said coldly.

"I'll guess heads."

"Pap..."

The racket fell to the ground, the back side facing up, and the ball fell into Matsudaira's hands.

In this regard.

Matsudaira didn't waste any more time talking to Hinata Rin. With the racket under his armpit, he went to the serving line.

"Pap..."

After simply hitting the tennis ball a few times, Matsudaira suddenly threw the tennis ball up the moment he raised his head.

Then, his right arm stretched naturally and his core tensed at the same time. When the tennis ball fell to the right time, Matsudaira suddenly hit the tennis ball in the air.

The speed of the whipping even left afterimages in everyone's eyes.

"Bang--"

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

The tennis ball was like an arrow shot from a bow, turning into an orange laser and heading straight for Hinata Rin's face!

"It's Matsudaira's incendiary bomb!"

"The speed of this ball is at least 190km/h, and it is heading for the opponent's goal. The unexpected path of this ball will definitely catch the opponent off guard!"

Sasabe, who had just come off the field, couldn't help but exclaim.

He didn't expect that Matsudaira, who had a calm face, would use all his strength right from the start!

"Speedball?"

opposite.

Hinata Rin, who had been paying attention to the opponent, keenly sensed the threat of the speed of this ball!

Without any hesitation, almost at the moment when the sound of the tennis ball hitting reached Hinata Rin's ears, he retreated towards the backcourt.

"Bang--"

A light yellow light suddenly appeared right in front of Hinata Rin.

Within sight.

The orange tennis ball continued to grow bigger in his pupils.

"This is?"

Hinata Rin cried out in surprise and as he turned his head, a silver tennis racket seemed to intercept the ball.

"boom--"

"how is this possible?"

"Caught it?"

"Bang--"

However, before Matsudaira could be surprised, a ray of orange light suddenly appeared at his feet, accompanied by a gust of wind that blew past his ankles!

"this......"

"What a fast flat stroke!"

"How can this be?"

“Isn’t he a skilled player?”

Matsudaira was startled and stood there in a daze for a moment.

A group of high school students who had similar ideas as him were also speechless and looked at each other.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Hinata Rin.

I couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Power balls are useless.

Even Matsudaira's incendiary bombs could be easily received by the opponent, and the speed of the return ball was not inferior to Matsudaira's incendiary bombs!

What a terrible junior high school student!

"What? You're not serving yet?"

"Has this goal made you realize the gap between us? If so, you can turn left and go home."

At this time.

Hinata Rin's indifferent voice sounded.

This made Song Ping's expression even more embarrassed.

He wanted to protest, but the burn marks on his feet had not completely disappeared yet.

He gritted his teeth.

Matsudaira forced himself to calm down.

“Swoosh—”

"Incendiary bomb--"

With a roar, the game started again.

"Again?"

Tilting her head, Hinata Rin didn't know what to say!

With this kind of "stealing" serve, can there be a second ball?

This time.

Facing the same speed ball again, Hinata Rin didn't even retreat to the backcourt specifically for it.

even.

Under everyone's incredulous gazes, Hinata Rin took a step forward.

"Bang--"

The tennis ball just bounced after it hit the ground.

Hinata Rin didn't even look at him and just attacked directly.

"boom--"

"Bang--"

"0-30!"

The sound of explosion echoed throughout the court. Matsudaira had just put away his serve gesture when the tennis ball slipped past his feet. He was unable to take any effective countermeasures at all!

even......

When he came to his senses, there was no trace of the tennis ball anywhere, and all he could hear was the sound of tennis balls hitting the ground one after another!

"!!!"

"Half volley?"

Outside the field, Ryosuke opened his mouth wide with a look of horror on his face!

Let’s not talk about Hinata Rin’s perfect half-volley technique.

The key is......

That's a firebomb!

Such a fast incendiary bomb was intercepted by the opponent at a low position?

this kind of thing.

It's like stepping on Matsudaira's face to score points, which is totally inhumane!

"That's it?"

"You're trying to steal a serve once, and you want to do it a second time? You take me for a fool, don't you?"

At the net, Hinata Rin's expression also looked unhappy.

"..."

Stealing chicken?!

Upon hearing this, Matsudaira's face was filled with tears.

That's his signature skill, okay!

That's how he practiced when he was studying it. If he didn't hit the ball according to that path, his serve speed wouldn't even reach 180km/h.

"Bang--"

"0-1!"

"Bang--"

"2-0!"

Over time.

Matsudaira's expression, which had been calm until now, finally changed.

Or rather.

By now, his mentality had completely exploded.

Are there holes in the defensive range?

The opponent's running speed, eyesight and reaction ability are not inferior to his at all.

And the speed...

The opponent's casual horizontal blow, in addition to its speed, was also extremely sharp in its landing point!