Tennis: In Hyotei, inheriting the miracle generation

"FAS--"

"Game, Hyotei wins this round, the total score is 2-2!"

"SSAS--"

"Game, Hyotei wins this round, the total score is 3-2!"

"DFDR--"

"Game, Hyotei wins this round, the total score is 4-2!"

Relying on a variety of superb skills, Oshitari not only quickly equalized the score, but also once again firmly grasped the situation of the game in his own hands.

At the same time, the audience cheered: "So strong! Not only in terms of skills, but if I have to describe it, compared to the first two games, Oshitari's thousands of unique skills and control of timing are even more precise!"

"Every time he attacks, he almost hits the opponent's weak spot. Should I say, he is worthy of being the genius of Hyotei? He has great momentum!"

"Looking at it this way, the two from Qingxue should be done here, right? It's impossible for Qingxue to stage two shocking reversals in one match, right?"

......

......

Another shocking reversal?

Listening to the discussions of the audience outside the court, Inui Sadaharu, who was at the net, had a bitter look on his face!

Through this year's accumulation, his speed and ability to collect intelligence on the spot have indeed evolved significantly.

but......

Even after so many games.

He still couldn't gather any information about Hyotei Oshige. It was as if the other party had completely sealed his heart, and he had no idea where to start.

"Lost..."

Standing in front of the net, Qian Zhenzhi shook his head with a complicated expression, and the idea of ​​giving up had already arisen in his heart.

His style of play is data tennis.

In battles of the same level, he can indeed take the absolute initiative.

But the disadvantages are also obvious.

Once his data becomes invalid, he will no longer have any chance of winning.

In terms of comprehensive strength alone.

The combination of Yuushi Oshizuka and Takehito Mukai of Hyotei is even better than him and Kaoru Kaito.

"Lost?!"

"Senior Qian, what are you talking about? The game isn't over yet. We have to fight even harder to regain our advantage!"

Haitang gritted her teeth, anger burning in her eyes.

original.

He rejected Inui Sadaharu's invitation to play doubles.

As a singles player, he has always been not suitable for the so-called doubles.

And now.

Inui Sadaharu, his doubles teammate, actually had the intention of giving up before the game was over. Isn't this just a joke?

This is the semi-finals of the Kanto Tournament.

Behind them are their teammates from Qingxue.

Even if they lose, they have to lose standing up!

However......

Faced with Haitangxun's questioning, Qian Zhenzhi's thoughts were in a mess. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, Haitang gave up trying to persuade him and said through gritted teeth, "Since that's the case, please step aside and leave the court to me."

"it's useless."

"Without the support of intelligence tennis, our freshman doubles team has no chance of defeating Hyotei."

Inui Sadaharu's body trembled slightly, and his eyes were empty.

The moment data tennis breaks down begins.

He even felt like he had been abandoned by tennis and would never be able to make any waves again.

"Ah......"

Hear this.

Haitang smiled. Under the shocked gazes of his teammates at Qingxue, he, as a junior, actually took a step forward and grabbed the collar of Inui Sadaharu: "Data tennis! Does data tennis mean that it is everything about tennis? Without data tennis, Senior Inui can't even play tennis?"

“Even if the data cannot be collected.”

"Even if the probability of winning is 0!"

"As a tennis player, you should fight to the end."

"data?"

"If the data tells us that the result is failure, the worst that can happen is that we give up the data and win the game in another way!"

He, Haitangxun, doesn't understand anything about statistical tennis.

I don’t know what Qian Zhenzhi is thinking at this moment.

But he understood one truth deeply.

Tennis duel.

Even if there is only one second left in the game, as a tennis player, you should not give up.

Be patient, but also always seize the possibilities that are coming!

"hiss--"

A voice like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue came out, and after Haitangxun said it, she stared at Qian Zhenzhi fiercely.

Eyes facing each other.

this moment.

Inui Sadaharu was shaken!

The reason why he wanted to team up with Haitang was because Haitang had qualities that he didn't have.

"..."

Without saying a word, Inui Sadaharu held the racket in both hands and used practical actions to tell Haitang what he was thinking.

Just as Haitang said.

Now that data tennis has lost its effect.

So......

He abandoned the data and played his own tennis.

"Bang--"

"Bang--"

"Game, Qingxue wins this round, the total score is 3-4!"

"Damn it!"

"Why are those guys from Qingxue so difficult to deal with? In this situation, they can actually launch a counterattack. Don't they have any limits?"

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Yue Ren's face turned ashen.

My hands couldn't stop shaking.

Although he was a regular in the third year of Hyotei, he was already showing signs of exhaustion due to the rapid consumption of his physical strength caused by his special tennis.

This is not a good sign!

"Qingxue...?"

at the same time.

At the coaching booth on the sidelines, Taro Sakaki looked at the Seigaku players who were fighting to the death, and his expression became complicated for a moment.

timely.

He recalled what Hinata Rin had said to him earlier.

This year's Hyotei's opponent.

Except Likhai.

Qingxue will also be their biggest enemy of Hyotei.

At that time, he still scoffed at Hinata Rin's judgment.

But this is the situation.

Feeling the fiery will of the Seigaku players on the field, Taro Sakaki knew that he was still too ignorant!

The spirit of Qingxue should not be underestimated.

This is a team that can create miracles at any time.

"Bang--"

"Bang--"

"Game, Hyotei wins this round, the total score is 5-3!"

Inside the venue.

The intensity of the competition is still increasing, and the scores between the two sides are still rising alternately.

On the court.

Xiangri Yueren's eyes were blurred and beads of sweat the size of beans were rolling down his cheeks and onto the ground like a torrential rain.

now.

He only felt that his chest was as if being pressed by a thousand-pound boulder, and this invisible pressure made it even more difficult for him to breathe.

"The last round..."

“We must take it down!”

Supporting his knees with his hands, Xiangri Yueren straightened his back again.

"call..."

"call..."

I glanced at Atobe who had stood up from his seat on the sidelines at some point.

Yue Ren remembered what Atobe said to Ryuuzaki Sumire before the game started.

Nowadays.

This is the beginning of their Ice Emperor's journey towards glory.

As the regular pick of Hyotei, he and Oshitari should have fought for the chance for Atobe and Hinata Rin to appear on the stage.

"Go ahead and do it your way."

Although watching the game in silence is a basic gentleman's quality.

But at this critical moment.

Atobe still reminded them that at this stage of the game, in his opinion, winning or losing was no longer important, and he did not want his former subordinates to bear any pressure because of the responsibility of the team.