"Long wait, Kawamura." Akutsu returned to the second half and posed, his eyes only looked at Kawamura.
"Kawamura-senpai, can you still serve?" Momojo asked with a worried look on his face.
"No problem!" Takashi Kawamura took a deep breath, but his right hand holding the racket still couldn't help but tremble.
"Whoa!!" The tennis ball was thrown up. The moment he swung the racket, severe pain hit his right hand, and he swung the racket empty.
"Serve error."
"It's over. His right hand can no longer continue the game." Sanada shook his head.
"But he hasn't given up yet, has he?" Nioh said with respect on his face: "This is a game that will block the future of tennis! I don't understand. Why are they working so hard? This is just a regional competition!!"
"Qingxue fired the coach before, and their performance in the regional competition is crucial to them. They urgently need to prove that their strength has not declined because of the coach's departure, and they must prove that the choice they made is correct."
"Now they are fighting with the entire tennis club on their backs!" Sanada said emotionally: "This is responsibility and mission."
Hearing this, the others fell silent.
Tezuka resisted the pressure and impeached Sumire Ryuzaki. If Seigaku performed very poorly in the regional competition, the subsequent public opinion would definitely drown Seogaku.
That's why Kawamura is so desperate.
At least.
Even if he loses, he can still win some respect for Qingxue.
What a silly idea.
But let me ask everyone here, if it were them, would they be able to do this?
"Burning!!" With a heartbreaking cry, Kawamura successfully fired the ball.
The speed of the ball is very fast, but Akutsu has already reached the landing point.
Stride forward, stretch your right hand behind your back, and bend your knees at 90 degrees. This is a posture similar to the roundabout snake ball, but more awkward.
"Crunch." The tennis ball was stopped by Momojo before it passed the net. He wanted to do his best to share the pressure with Kawamura.
"What a powerful force!!" Momojo held the ball with both hands and fought hard to hit the ball towards Akutsu's right half.
"Tap, tap, tap." Akutsu lowered his body and caught up with the ball as quickly as a cheetah.
"It's useless to have fighting spirit but no improvement." When Akutsu rushed forward, he stretched his right hand and stretched his body. He stepped on the ground behind him with his left foot. With the help of momentum, he swung the racket suddenly. After swinging the racket, , the other right foot steps forward, slams on the ground, exerts force on the bare foot, offsets the forward force and twists the body suddenly.
"Bang." The tennis ball crossed half the court.
"30-0." No one expected that Akutsu would fight back with this attitude.
"Are you kidding? His ankle won't be broken?" This non-human posture is like a pendulum pass in football. It is entertaining, but at the same time it will cause huge damage to the body parts.
"Whoops." Akutsu threw the ball again and hit a nearly perfect serve.
"Bang!!" Kawamura's wrist pain had eased, and he swung his arms vigorously.
Akutsu lowered his body and pulled his arm behind him. After the ball bounced, his right hand shook and the racket was slightly pressed down.
"Bang." After the crisp sound, the tennis ball went out of the net with side spin.
"Out of bounds? No! What a strong spin!!" Under Taocheng's wrong judgment, the ball suddenly took an extreme turn when it crossed the net and headed into the bounds. The trace was similar to that of a snake ball.
"Don't worry, I'm here, burning!!" A passionate voice sounded, and Kawamura appeared in the right position, pumping his arms.
The moment he caught the tennis ball, his brows furrowed and his body paused for a moment.
"Bang." The originally spinning tennis ball was hit straight towards Akutsu.
"Hmph!" Akutsu flashed, leaning back slightly, this time the angle of the racket was slightly upward, and his arms were pulled up.
This is similar to a moon volley.
"Whoa." The tennis ball passed over Taocheng's head, and when it was about to go out of bounds, it spun hugely and fell downwards.
"Burning!!" Takashi Kawamura saw the opportunity. When the tennis ball fell to the right angle, he held the racket with both hands and hit it hard.
Akutsu then started a fierce fight with him.
"No, the situation is very wrong." Many people watching the game have already seen the problem.
"Momojo's catching range in front of the net is limited. Akutsu has been using high balls, side spin and other technical balls or balls close to the baseline to make Momojo a complete outsider, and Kawamura is forced to catch all the counterattacks. .”
"Kawamura's hand can hardly hold it anymore."
Qian adjusted his glasses: "I suggest giving up now."
"It's so despicable. You can win with a normal fight, but you have to target your arm." Kaoru Kaidou clenched his fists angrily, veins bulging out.
"He probably wants to force Kawamura to give up. This is a conspiracy."
"Kawamura, you have always looked silly since I met you. To be honest, I think you really like to meddle in other people's business." Akutsu thought to himself as he stared at Kawamura who kept struggling to swing his racket.
"But today, I have changed my view on you!"
"I see a fire in you! A fire that can burn me!"
“I won’t let anyone interfere with our game, this is a game between me and you!!”
"Whoa!" Akutsu's body jumped into the air, and his powerful ability to stay in the air was revealed. Then his body twisted, and in mid-air, he waved his right hand and slammed it down with the weight of his body.
"40-0."
"Huchihuchi." Kawamura stared at Akutsu and breathed heavily.
He seemed to sense Akutsu's mood.
With Akutsu's strength, he could easily defeat him.
However, he fought against himself.
Is this an expression of approval for yourself? !
My body is almost burning! !
"Burning!!"
Another round of fighting begins.
Taocheng could only worry on the side.
He originally thought about exchanging places with Kawamura, but he was rejected by Kawamura outright.
"Burning!!" Kawamura's every swing increased the burden on his arms.
"Once again, just hold on a little longer!!" Kawamura's will supported his body.
Ever since he met Akutsu in the past, he has never caught up with him, and even his favorite tennis ball is easy to control in front of him.
Now that he finally has this platform and this opportunity, he wants to do his best to prove himself.
"Burning!!!"
"Kawamura-senpai cannot be allowed to continue!! His wrist can no longer bear it."
"We are giving up!" Kikumaru shouted.
"Bang!" A tennis ball passed over Kawamura's face and hit the barbed wire in front of Kikumaru.
"40-15."
"Hey! That guy with the bandage on his face, shut up. This is... a game between me and Kawamura."
Akutsu's ferocious voice sounded.
"Hey! You idiot..."
"Everyone!" Kawamura held the racket firmly with both hands and said in a rich and powerful voice: "Please let Akutsu and I finish this round."
Everyone saw unprecedented determination on Kawamura's face.
"Akutsu! Come on!!" Kawamura roared.
"As you wish! Kawamura!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
"Bang!" Kawamura Takashi kept burning himself!
Even the blood in Akutsu's body began to boil.
"Game, 2-0."
When the sun shines on the earth, when the young players can't hold the tennis racket in their hands, the game comes to an end.
"Because Aogakuga Murataka abstained, this match will be won by Fudomine."
Fudomine got off to a good start and won the first game. The audience also applauded Takashi Kawamura.
