His eyes caught the ball, but his unaccustomed right hand failed to follow.
"Echizen, you better go all out, otherwise you will lose ugly."
"Bang." Echizen changed the racket to his left hand, with an evil smile on his lips.
"Now, you're still far away."
"Heh." Iwu's high-speed serve came.
Yiwu's tennis emphasizes technology and low consumption.
Mainly use the simplest posture to hit the most effective ball.
No matter how you perform, Yiwu's expression will not change much, and his mood will always remain stable.
If Yiwu was given special training on fishing, there would be no problem sitting by the river all day long.
It can be said that Iwu's current state of mind is Akutsu's goal.
Facing such an opponent, Echizen didn't know what to do.
In the past opponents, he could always find the opponent's flaws, but in the current fight, he has been forced to use his left hand, but the opponent's information is basically unknown.
"What's wrong, Echizen, where was your momentum before?"
Iwu did not forget to use words to stimulate Echizen Ryoma during the fight.
"Damn it!" The furious Echizen paused, tapped his toes, jumped lightly, and pulled back the tennis ball the moment it hit the ground and bounced back.
"Pa." The tennis ball was like a dagger cutting through the yellow light, accurately inserted into the blind spot where Yiwu turned, and popped out of the court.
"15-15."
"Not bad." Yiwu rubbed his wrist.
Since he was still carrying some weight, his body was relatively stiff.
After Echizen's full firepower, Iwu began to lose points continuously.
"30-15."
"40-15."
"Game, 1-0, Echizen Ryoma takes the lead."
With the score announced, the first round ended.
"As expected of Echizen, a first grader has such strength. If it was two weeks ago, I might not have been able to win." Iwu said with a convinced look on his face.
"Hey, Iwu, stop playing and finish it quickly." Kamio said nonchalantly.
Echizen watched this scene calmly, pressed his hat, and walked towards his own half.
He knew that Itake Fukaji was not giving his all.
To be precise, he is still in the layout state.
Through the counterattacks again and again, Echizen can clearly feel that the counterattacks have become more and more strenuous.
Looking at Itake's calm and profound face, Echizen's expression became solemn.
"People who don't move to the top are not simple."
"Click." He changed the racket to his right hand and hit the tennis ball hard.
"Spin serve?" As soon as I saw this familiar posture, Iwu suddenly understood.
Echizen threw the ball high, jumped slightly, and with a soft shout, the racket was slammed down hard.
"Tsk." The tennis ball spun wildly when it hit the ground, and then bounced towards Itake Fukaji's face.
"Whoa." The wind caused by the tennis ball passed over his face, and the tennis ball flew out of bounds.
"15-0." Echizen read out the score confidently.
"Even though I knew it was an external spin serve, it wasn't as easy to hit back as I thought when I faced it. The spin attached to the ball was very strong. It's not easy for me to hit back in my current situation." Iwu rubbed his wrist.
The impact of bearing weight on him is still relatively large.
"30-0."
"40-0."
"Game, 2-0, Echizen Ryoma takes the lead."
In the blink of an eye, Echizen won the serve.
...
"It seems that this first-year student still has some abilities, and Yiwu was actually suppressed."
Kamio outside the field said solemnly.
"Yeah." Akutsu squeezed out a syllable from his nose.
"However, this is only under the premise of carrying a heavy load." Kamio smiled easily.
...
"Why is he still so calm after losing two games?" Echizen stared closely at the indifferent-looking Ibu Fukaji and thought to himself.
He clearly had a two-game advantage, but he felt the pressure of being chased.
"boom."
"15-0."
"30-0."
"30-15."
Next, the two of them fought fiercely back and forth.
The strange feeling in Echizen's heart became more and more intense.
"Every shot he hit was aimed at a place where I was very uncomfortable." Echizen deliberately tried to break the deadlock by changing the quality of the return, but failed.
"Game, 3-0, Echizen Ryoma takes the lead."
When Echizen won another round, the uneasiness in his heart became even stronger.
This round took far longer.
"It's almost over, Echizen, I'm no longer curious about you." Ibu Shinji's calm voice sounded.
"Tsk." The racket that was originally held in his forehand was turned with his backhand, and the moment the ball hit the ground, it was suddenly cut out.
"My hand!" Echizen ran to the landing point as usual, but at the moment of swinging the racket, his body froze in place.
Tennis balls passed by.
"15-0."
"Did you find that you can't move your body?" Ibu Fuka's tone was calm.
"Although I don't know much about Qingxue, I am proud enough to have such strength in the first grade."
"Damn it!" Echizen clutched the ball tightly, his inner frustration making him angry.
"Bang." He jumped high and hit a perfect outspin serve.
"Ka ka ka." The ball spun wildly when it hit the ground and bounced up suddenly.
"This move is no longer useful to me!" Itake Fukaji took a step back and gently pulled his right hand from bottom to top.
"Click." The tennis ball was hit accurately and flew towards Echizen's half court.
The ball arced in the air and fell toward the baseline.
"Deliberately hitting the ball in the front 1/3 of the racket to enhance the spin. Once it is hit back, the shots with different spins are already in place. This first-year kid has completely fallen into the trap." Akutsu snorted, His eyes were full of contempt: "It takes so much effort to beat a rookie."
"Ibu Fukaji..." Echizen's eyes flashed with coldness.
This year's Fudo Peak is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
The Ibu Fukaji in front of me is not outstanding in strength, speed, reaction, etc., and he has no actual shortcomings.
But there was a strong sense of unease playing against him.
It is not difficult to draw the conclusion from Itake Shinji's previous words: Itake twenty days ago might not be as good as him.
But twenty days later, he underwent such a transformation.
Why?
Could it be...
A guess came to Echizen's mind.
But it was immediately denied.
impossible.
The progress brought about in just twenty days is limited.
"Try it again, serve with an outside spin."
When the ball hit the ground, spun and bounced, Ibu Fukaji shook his head in disappointment: "I told you, Echizen, this trick is no longer useful to me."
"It's too early to say this now." Echizen shot back not to be outdone.
The tennis ball kept bouncing between the two, and the two people who refused to give in made the game more and more anxious.
.......
"Damn it, why are you so difficult to deal with!" Echizen saw a tennis ball speeding towards him with air currents.
"Score for me!" With firm belief, he swung the racket suddenly.
"Such a strong backspin, too bad, my hands!!" The moment the racket collided with the ball, Echizen's expression changed.
"Whoosh." The tennis ball went out of bounds.
"Game, 3-1, Echizen Ryoma takes the lead."
"Okay, let's finish it quickly." Iwu looked at Echizen who was rubbing his wrists and showed a meaningful smile.
"Let me show you the skills that the minister taught me."
