"Echizen." Momojo jumped off the referee's bench and helped up Echizen Ryoma, who was losing strength.
"Are you okay, Echizen?"
"I'm fine, Amo-senpai." Echizen's eyes were fixed on the smiling Kamishiro Ami in the distance.
"I lost." His tone was full of unwillingness and frustration.
"Echizen Ryoma, a second-generation samurai, has a starting point that is higher than others, and his talent is also good, but you lost to a person who has only played tennis for three months." Kamishiro Ai slowly walked down the steps and looked at Echizen condescendingly. Dragon horse.
"Three months?? Are you kidding me?" Momojo and Echizen's pupils shrank when they heard Kamishiro Aoi's words.
When did the Kanto class become so cheap?
I'm probably still adjusting my posture when I've been playing tennis for three months, right?
What kind of terrifying talent is this? !
This must not be true, right? !
Looking at Echizen's disbelieving eyes, Kamishiro Ami said mercilessly: "Compared with him, you have nothing outstanding at all. I don't know why you are so proud? Is it the reputation you got in the past? Or is it because of the favor of others? Have you lost your way?"
Echizen Ryoma is actually a person who drifts easily.
In the original work, he "floated" after defeating Yukimura. He thought he was invincible as a junior high school student and began to become lazy.
Precisely.
He lost his goal of becoming stronger.
In the end, he was overtaken by Yukimura and others in a straight corner.
"It's not a bad thing to have your own little pride, but if you can't recognize the reality, it's arrogance." Kamishiro Ami walked up to Echizen Ryoma, leaned down, and whispered in his ear: "Son of a samurai, your talent , it’s actually not that good.”
After speaking, he patted Echizen's shoulder with a smile.
"The growth Qingxue can bring you is too limited. Recognize yourself. In fact, you are weak and pitiful now. Don't bury your father's reputation."
After Jindailan's words, Echizen's pupils became a little dilated.
"By the way, we need a referee. Can one of you please be the referee?" Kamidaoran looked at the angry Momojo and said gently.
"You guy." Taocheng couldn't help but clenched his fists.
He had a bad temper and couldn't bear to see Echizen being scolded like this.
In his mind, Echizen's talent and hard work have always been online, and he has grown at an alarming rate after joining Seigaku, even surpassing most of the seniors.
He's obviously working so hard, why should he still criticize him?
"I'll be the referee." Echizen, who was originally depressed, suddenly raised his head, unwillingness flashing in his eyes.
Want to see how big the gap is up close?
Really proud.
Take a good look at the gap between you and a true genius. Maybe you will undergo a transformation, and then you will have the ability to enter the world.
"Excuse me, can you lend me a racket?"
Kamidaoran smiled.
He took Echizen's racket and walked towards the court.
At this moment, Kintaro was impatient with waiting.
"Kamidai! Hurry! I can't wait."
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Jindailan waved the racket, feeling the feel and weight of the racket.
"You serve, Xiaojin." He made a ready gesture.
Echizen sat on the referee's bench, his eyes flickering, and the words Kamishiro Ami said echoed in his mind.
"Is the growth of Qingxue too slow? Why do you say that?" Echizen couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence.
In his opinion, he has a well-established training plan and has so many powerful seniors as opponents, so he is quite satisfied with his growth rate.
I want to take a good look at this game.
Echizen took a deep breath and looked at the two people in the center of the arena.
"The director of Fudomine, Kamishiro Ami, is such a dangerous guy." Momoro hesitated for a moment, took out his cell phone and started shaking people.
One is to build momentum.
The second is to let the seniors see the strength of Shendai Lan, so that they can conduct targeted training in the future.
.......
"A very comfortable racket." Kamishiro Ami waved the racket and looked at Kintaro.
He has high expectations for Toyama Kintaro. It would be too boring if Fudomine wins the national competition this year so strongly.
This junior high school class should be the strongest and will also shock the world.
Until then, accept your own baptism and become more terrifying.
Jindai Lan glanced at Echizen who was a little distracted.
Samurai II, get rid of your title and follow your own path. Only then can you step onto a bigger stage.
For Echizen, Jindailan still has some expectations.
only.
Youth learning is really harmful to people.
"Kamidai, don't be distracted when playing with me."
"Bang." Following the explosion, a tennis ball came with a wave of air.
"The speed and power are higher than those of the Kanto-class. It's amazingly strange. Currently, the Kanto-class can indeed walk sideways." Jindai Ami smiled and waved the racket.
The spin and power contained in the tennis ball when it hit the ball were instantly swallowed up, and it was hit back obediently.
Jindailan's posture was terrifyingly standard, as if he was hitting an extremely ordinary ball.
"As expected of the Gods!!" Kintaro cheered, running to the point of impact and fighting back with all his strength.
Watching the ball keep flying back and forth between the two of them, both of them had relaxed smiles on their faces, and Echizen's expression became even more bitter.
Having competed with Kintaro, he naturally knew how terrifying the weight of each counterattack was, but the two people on the court showed no signs of difficulty at all.
It's enough to see the gap between them.
What's wrong with you?
"Kintaro, how are you doing at Shitenhoji Temple? There will be a main selection competition soon." Echizen suddenly heard Kamishiro Ai's voice.
His posture didn't look like he was playing tennis, but like he was chatting with old friends.
"Yes, everyone works hard!" Kintaro responded cheerfully.
"Aren't you a first-year student? Can you participate in the main selection?" Jindailan asked loudly with a wicked smile on his lips.
During the inquiry, he also hit the ball to the tricky bottom corner.
Kintaro exclaimed, ran to the bottom corner with all his strength, and returned the ball with some embarrassment.
Apparently it's still difficult for him to do two things.
"As expected of the gods, he can hit such hard-to-return shots as he speaks."
"Of course I can participate in the main selection. Shouldn't promotion be based on strength?" Kintaro's unintentional words fell on the ears of Momoro and Echizen, but they were undoubtedly shocked.
"Ritsukaida, Hyotei, Shitenhoji, and more and more junior high schools are abandoning the rule that first graders cannot touch the ball." Kamishiro Ami said with emotion.
"I'm looking forward to your performance this year at Shitenbao Temple."
"You will see, see you in the finals!" Kintaro shouted with a smile, jumped into the air and hit a smash.
"Bang." Before the ball hit the ground, the breeze blew by, and then it appeared in Kintaro's half.
"15-0." Echizen announced the score, but obviously his mind was not on the game.
