"Ice King!! Ice King!!"
It was still the vast shouts of support that surrounded the stadium, which was not wide.
The deafening sounds continued to sound, exerting different pressure and motivation on the players on both sides.
"What an exaggeration..."
"It's so exaggerated that it makes people envious..."
Mu Shu wiped his glasses, looked at the abundant manpower around him, and said calmly.
"Isn't this what you expected, Kitate-kun?"
Osamu Watanabe sat on the chair and looked at him with a grin.
"I still want to thank you for the opportunity..."
After finally winning this competition, Mu Shu will not waste it.
It already has the ambition to dominate, and of course it will fight for all the beneficial resources.
Faced with Osamu Watanabe's invitation, he accepted.
Wouldn't it be great to challenge the four powerful schools in Kanto?
At least when he returns to Higa in the future, he can integrate the shortcomings and advantages of his own and others, and then open up a path that belongs to them.
"Invite the No. 3 singles from both sides to come out!"
Following the referee's announcement, each team stepped out of each other's team.
"Ah, it's me who just came here..."
Cilang yawned, looking a little confused, and then slowly walked into the venue.
"Ah you are?"
Looking at the person in front of him, Cilang had a vague impression...
He seems to be the senior who was defeated by Yukimura?
"Please give me your advice!"
Mori Jusaburo smiled and was not surprised by Jirou's question.
He was previously recognized as a genius by the world, but it was only after he was baptized by the youth trials that he fully realized his weakness.
In the past, he just played with an indifferent attitude. He would do whatever he wanted to do during training and not do anything if he didn't want to.
But the blow Yukimura gave him and the hard work of everyone in the trials inspired him a lot.
Even though he is so strong, he still does not relax...
At that time, Maori did not understand their persistence.
But later seeing clearly their thoughts and fighting spirit in chasing each other also aroused the ambition that Maori had always lacked.
People who were younger than him and more talented were working so hard, so it made no sense for him to just watch.
It also made him realize that if he continued to be lazy, losing in the national competition would only be worse. Don't lose a crucial game and regret it for the rest of his life.
Since then, Maori has come out of the trough and has gradually grown.
And now it's time for him to show results in the game.
"Snapped!"
In Mori's first game, he took a closer look at Jirou's position and then hit his serve.
"Whoosh!"
"boom!"
The ball passed the net at a very fast speed and bounced off the ground. Cilang was still a little confused.
"15-0!"
"Well?"
Cilang turned his head and looked at the tennis ball that had bounced out of the court, sobering up a little.
"It would be a bit too fast to fall asleep right after playing."
Mao Li looked at his dazed look and reminded him.
The second ball was played again, but this time Cilang was not careless, but ran to the landing point of the ball.
"boom!"
Swinging the ball back with his racket, he was instantly ready to hit the net.
"Good at volleying..."
Muttering about the opponent's information, Maori turned around and hit a straight ball that hit a parallel landing point.
"What?"
That tricky angle passed through Cilang's left armpit and scored.
"30-0!"
Scored again and the situation seemed to have become favorable.
"I see. It seems that he is not an ordinary person."
Atobe observed Mouri's movements with his eyes, and after noticing his skillful control of the joints, he spoke.
During the youth trials, this person was easily defeated by Yukimura, and Atobe didn't care about him for a time.
But now it seems that the other party has stepped out of the shadows and become a completely different person.
"Maybe I made a bad move."
Looking towards the people in Tiantianbao Temple, Atobe spoke as if he expected something.
"1-0!"
Winning the first game, Maori performed very well.
"That's right, you shouldn't be the kind of guy who is suitable for indulging yourself."
Osamu Watanabe saw that Maori's departure was smooth and he spoke in a low voice.
In the past, it was because Mori had the "rebellious" ideas of young people, so even if you wanted to force him to train, the effect would not be very good.
Simply let him go and see if there is any opportunity to change.
As a result, Osamu Watanabe didn't expect the opportunity to come so suddenly.
Youth tryouts...
Although there was a certain risk, considering the profit > loss, he still took the gamble irresponsibly.
The result is that gross profit has regained a new lease of life...
After working hard for more than a month, although there may still be a gap between him and the top junior high school students like Atobe, at least it shouldn't be a problem against the second-tier players.
"15-0!"
"30-0!"
"40-0!"
He did not reverse Jilang's serve, and his good volley skills and wrist movements were seen through, and he could not interfere with Maori at all.
"He's so awesome!"
After shaking his head violently, he finally woke up, Cilang said happily.
His excited attitude made it seem as if he was not the one facing the loss.
"what can we do about it!?"
Catching the ball, this feeling of being unable to start is something Jirou rarely feels from people other than Atobe and the others.
"Classmate, please serve quickly!"
Seeing that the time was about to expire, the referee urged him a little.
"OK!"
After thinking for a long time, Cilang had an idea and then hit the ball.
"Without the Internet, have you changed your strategy?"
Staring at Jilang who was not running forward, Maori whispered.
"In that case..."
"So be it!"
As if thinking of something, Maori chose to hit the short ball.
"Hey, have you been fooled?"
Observing the path of the ball this time, Jilang ran forward and then played the classic tennis ball.
"It's a pity...I have seen through it a long time ago."
But before Jilang could get too happy, Maori's voice also sounded from the front.
"What?"
At some point, Maori rushed to the net and lowered his body...
He used his racket to scoop up the dropped ball and hit a leaping lob.
"boom!"
"2-0!"
The plot was revealed and Cilang lost his serve.
"I have learned your information..."
"So the choices you can make when the volley isn't working are pretty predictable."
It's not that Mori has so-called data intelligence, but he guessed it simply by ruling out possibilities.
It can only be said that Jirou Akutagawa's playing style is too good to grasp.
He seems to have great volleying skills and a wrist that is flexible enough to hit any ball, but as long as the ball he hits is tricky and powerful enough, he will probably not be able to catch the ball.
"If it were me in the past, I might still have a hard fight with you, right?"
Seeing Cilang's troubled expression, Maoli showed a nostalgic look.
The physical gap between him and Cilang is not that huge, and it is natural that he can gain such an advantage after technically suppressing his opponent.
This is why Atobe feels that letting Jirou meet Mouri is a bad move.
The changes in gross profit are more than Jirou can handle...
(End of chapter)
