Tennis: I have inherited the king's legacy and I am invincible

During Qian's serve, there was an unusual tension in the air, as if even the breeze had stopped, waiting for what would happen next.

However, every time Qian swung the racket, he seemed to be out of his element, and his eyes revealed obvious struggle and uneasiness. Obviously, he was not able to adjust to the best condition as quickly as expected.

The score was like a wild horse running out of control, running all the way to "40-0", pushing Hyotei to the winning match point.

At this moment, every subtle movement on the field was infinitely magnified, and the breathing sounds in the audience seemed to be clearly audible.

Fuji Shusuke's face was as cold as ice, his lips were tightly pursed, and there was a cold light flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, he is no longer the Fuji who was indifferent to winning or losing. Instead, he is the Fuji whose competitive spirit was completely aroused by Ozawa's powerful strength. Now he still cares about winning or losing.

Just as Qian was about to serve again in an attempt to turn the tide, Fuji suddenly raised a hand and waved it gently, interrupting the upcoming attack.

A hint of surprise and confusion flashed in Qian's eyes. He had never expected that Fuji would interrupt his attack at the critical moment.

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Fuji Shusuke took firm steps and slowly walked towards the referee's seat.

His voice was low but remarkably firm, and every word seemed squeezed out from between his teeth. "Referee, we forfeit this match."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire stadium seemed to have been muted, and there was dead silence.

The audience's faces were filled with shock and confusion. They couldn't understand why Fuji would choose to give up at such a critical moment.

However, for those who are familiar with Fuji, they can read more from this unintentional action - Fuji is completely disappointed with Qian.

Everyone knew that Qian's performance in this game was indeed not satisfactory. His mistakes and instability seriously affected the rhythm and morale of the entire team.

And Fuji Shusuke chose to end this regretful game in the most direct way.

Qian unexpectedly did not interrupt the game and acquiesced to everything happening. He knew that he really did not deserve to win at the moment.

Bu Er's face was as cold as ice, and every step he took was filled with determination and loneliness. The hustle and bustle around him seemed to be isolated from him in two different worlds.

He ignored all the warm words that tried to get closer to him. Those concerns and inquiries just turned into a breeze by his ears, disappearing in an instant without leaving a trace.

He had never played such a frustrating game before. He lost without even using his best moves.

If it was a singles match and he lost even after trying his best, he would admit it, but this was a doubles match and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Qian was playing him, and he couldn't accept that.

There seemed to be some indescribable obsession in his heart that was driving him forward and away from the tennis court.

On the other hand, Qian seemed to have lost his soul at this moment.

He sat blankly in a corner of the rest area, his eyes empty and lifeless, as if the whole world had lost its color at this moment.

His heart was experiencing an unprecedented storm, a deep feeling of powerlessness and despair, as if the sky suddenly collapsed, wrapping him tightly inside, making it impossible for him to breathe, let alone break free.

Ryuzaki Sumire witnessed all this and felt mixed emotions.

She knew very well that this team, which had once been united and worked together, was now facing an unprecedented crisis.

Some people became discouraged and chose to leave, while others suffered heavy losses in the fierce competition and began to doubt their own value and dreams.

She felt an unprecedented pressure and responsibility, as if the fate of the entire team rested on her shoulders.

There was no time to wait, and she made a quick decision.

Looking at Taocheng who was surprised by all this, there was no game coming up.

"Momoshiro, please! Go and bring Fuji back." There was a hint of pleading and urgency in Qi Sumire's voice.

Tao Cheng nodded when he heard this. He certainly understood the importance of this matter.

Atobe naturally noticed this scene. He looked at Tianyu who was sitting on the side and taking a rest, and said speechlessly, "You guy, don't break up Qingxue for me."

Tianyu had an innocent look on his face and muttered, "I didn't use much strength, how could I have known that Qian was so weak?"

However, Tianyu still had a lot of evil thoughts in his heart. He wanted to see Tezuka Kunimitsu's expression when he came back and saw all this.

(Tezuka: Are you a devil? Atobe: You have a bad personality!)

……

"Next up is the singles match between Hyotei Academy and Seishun Gakuen. It's Atobe Keigo from Hyotei Academy versus Echizen Ryoma from Seishun Gakuen. Both players, please enter."

All the spectators present were shocked. Did Qingxue offend Hyotei? Two of the Big Three had played in the first three games.

Ryuzaki Sumire felt even more uncomfortable. Hyotei had perfectly predicted Seigaku's appearance. He looked at Hyotei's coach Sakaki Taro and couldn't help but sigh, "The young are really formidable."

……

Atobe Keigo stood on the tennis court with his signature gorgeous posture, his eyes sharp as he looked down at the boy standing opposite him - Echizen Ryoma.

A tiny guy whose height is not even up to his shoulders, but he possesses a calmness and confidence that is totally inconsistent with his age.

A playful smile played at the corner of Atobe's mouth, and his voice was filled with unquestionable arrogance: "Echizen Ryoma, you know that Tianyu, who played against you that day, didn't use his full strength. But I, Atobe Keigo, will not show such mercy. Are you ready? Immerse yourself in the wonderful skills of this master."

Faced with Atobe's slightly provocative words, Echizen Ryoma did not waver at all.

He gently pressed down the brim of his hat, a spark of challenge flashing in his deep eyes. The corners of his mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc, and he said five words briefly and powerfully: "You're still a long way from it."

After saying that, Ryoma Echizen turned and walked towards the baseline of the court.

Seeing this, Atobe still had a smile on his face, but it was filled with a hint of helplessness. "What an unlovable brat!"

He whispered to himself, but his eyes were shining with unprecedented excitement and anticipation.

……

Ryoma Echizen hit the tennis ball rhythmically at the baseline, and then a powerful outspin serve whizzed out.

The ball seemed to be given life, cutting through the air and hitting Tezuka's defensive area. It caused a strong friction sound when it touched the ground, and then suddenly bounced up and headed straight for Tezuka's face.

Faced with this sudden attack, although Atobe seemed to hit the ball back easily, he could not hide a hint of anger in his eyes.

He felt the provocation from his opponent was a slight offense to his imperial dignity.

In Atobe's heart, he has secretly made up his mind to teach this hateful kid an unforgettable lesson!