The Strongest Player in Sports

Huacun Kui almost choked, "You made my efforts a joke."

In the future, her most perfect work, Reiji Kamiki, will be labeled as violent tennis and wounding tennis.

The tennis road for this kid in the future will be much harder than others. Injury tennis only brings evasive attitude and disgusting treatment

Kamishiro Reiji's expression was alive. He looked at Huacun Aoi's face, and he was at a loss. He stretched out his hand to touch him, but he stopped halfway through it.

"I..." He looked down at Huacun Aoi who was sitting on the bench and covering his face with his hands. "I just want to win."

"I want to make you happy."

Huacun Kui sat quietly, the whole person seemed to have been pressed the still button, until the match started again, she didn't say a word.

Kamishiro Reiji didn't understand what he had done wrong. He didn't have the keen perception of emotions as other people, so he was full of confusion, but he only felt that Huacun Aoi was unhappy because he did not win.

So next, he will go all out to bring the victory to coach Huacun and make her a little happier.

The two men who held the intent to win the battle met again in the arena. Reiji Kamishi was still calm and expressionless. Looking at the bandage on Akutakawa Jirou's arm, he did not have any guilt at all, and some only had the intent to fight- .

On the other hand, Akutakawa Jirou swept away his sleepy look before, and his amber eyes were calm and war-intent.

The match begins.

serve.

The tender yellow tennis ball came back and forth towards Akutakawa Jirou's arm again.

The net racquet in Akutakawa Jirou's hand turned back to the direction of his left hand.

The tennis ball rushing to the wound was steadily caught by racquet and hit back hard.

Kamiki Reiji didn't expect that the sloth-like opponent would have such a rapid speed, he was taken aback for a moment, and then let go of a tennis ball.

Seongsei Shonan and Hyotei are now one to one.

Akutakawa Jirou's counterattack was too quick and sharp, and the speed was so fast that he scored before anyone could react to his series of actions.

The surroundings became lively after two seconds of calm, some people whistled, and some people cheered Hyotei loudly.

No wonder they reacted so fiercely.

They have also seen people playing violent tennis, but the basic ending is that violent tennis casts a psychological shadow on the opponent. Those with strong psychological quality insist on finding the shortcomings of violent tennis. Even if they win, they are embarrassed to win.

No one has ever counterattacked the opponent quickly in such a short time!

And it's in the case of injury-looking at Hyotei Akutagawa's bleeding volume, it is obviously not a minor injury. In the case of a lot of blood, this situation can be played. The counterattack is simple and easy.

It's so enjoyable!

So everyone is so excited.

Atobe Keigo's five fingers propped his head, his eyes raised slightly in the overwhelming sound of cheering, and the corners of his mouth raised a sharp arc, "It's okay."

Shishido Ryoh's eyes lit up, "Akutakawa Jirou is getting stronger.

Mukahi Gakuto nodded, "A lot stronger."

He hit Oshitari Yuushi next to him with his arm, "Right Yuushi?"

"Yes." Oshitari Yuushi sighed and nodded, "but it's still a bit dangerous to play against violent tennis."

Huacun Kui raised her head and looked at the one-to-one score, her lips tightened and her nails pinched into the flesh. After exposing his mouth for a long time, looking at the posture of Kamishi Reiji, in the end he still didn't say anything to stop the opponent from hurting the tennis.

This is Lingzhi's original strength.

Since the opposite side will not be hurt, then there is no need to converge, right?

Huacun Kui slowly let go of her squeezed hands, and the whole figure looked like a slightly relaxed bowstring.

Next, Kamishiro Reiji's violent tennis failed time and time again and was beaten back.

The gloom between his pale eyebrows grew thicker.

With no scruples in his heart, the tennis ball went towards Akutakawa Jirou's eyes!

Akutakawa Jirou tried to block. The first time he found that he couldn't stop, he raised his head and fell down, regardless of whether his head hurts or not, just to avoid the ball.

He successfully avoided.

The tennis ball fell behind him.

The score was three to two, Chengcheng Shonan three and Hyotei two.

Akutakawa Jirou turned over and got up. He pulled his short sleeves and shook off the ashes on his back, and then continued the match.

In the arena, the two men faced each other tit-for-tat.

The court gradually changed from noisy to quiet, and everyone was silently watching the confrontation between violent tennis and regular tennis.

Watching Akutakawa Jirou escape again and again. Seeing him persisting again and again, he understated the injuries he almost suffered just now.

For others, they will be reported, and the attack that will be furiously returned is placed here on Akutakawa Jirou, but he just hides and has never used violent tennis to fight back. Some viewers even wanted to go up and help him fight back.

...For flowers...

But Hyotei, a teammate of Akutakawa Jirou, didn't move.

All of them were watching Akutakawa Jirou's match seriously, and none of them bothered.

This is respect.

Respect for this match.

But Hyotei's previous appearance of Seongseong Shonan, it is impossible to have respect for Seongseong Shonan.

That's right Akutakawa Jirou.

Indeed, people like Akutakawa Jirou who do not retaliate are indeed worthy of respect.

The match went to the end, the current score is three to three, and the last goal, the two have been deadlocked.

Akutakawa Jirou added a new injury to his arm, but he didn't care at all. He only saw the opponent in front of him.

To win, must win!!!

"Ah--!" The muscles on Akutakawa Jirou's arm were agitated, and he swung the racket fiercely. The tennis ball was beaten out with the frame, spinning, and quickly hitting the corner of the halftime backward.

Kamijo Reji's pupils tightened, he ran backwards, raised his hand and waved racquet, trying to intercept the last goal.

He leaped vigorously, his eyes widened slightly-bumped.

The tender yellow tennis ball gently rubbed on the racquet frame and jumped to the ground.

"boom--"

When Lingzhi Kamishiro fell to the ground, her knees and elbows all scratched and bleeds.

"Lingzhi!" Huacun stood up abruptly. After the coach blew the whistle, he ran to the arena to help Lingzhi Shencheng. She carefully avoided his wound, "Go, go get the medicine."

Kamijo Reiji was fiddled with by her like a large doll. After two steps, he bowed his head and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry.

Huacun Kui had a meal.

Kamishiro Reiji is like a kid who has done something wrong, feeling helpless and guilty. He dared not look at the coach of Huacun, "I... I will win it next time."

Huacun Aoi has a complicated expression. Although she deliberately trained the other party to rely on herself, she did not expect that Reiji Kinjo would rely on her to such a degree.

She took a deep breath, "It's okay."

Huacun Aoi: "Akutakawa Jirou is a very strong person in Hyotei. You can achieve this kind of performance, which is already very good.

And she believed that with her own vision, Reiji Kamishiro would definitely become stronger.

Zongshen picked up the net and racquet stood up, and when he passed the oncoming Akutakawa Jirou with bright eyes, he raised his hand and slapped him.

The corners of his mouth are slightly hooked, and his expression is soft, "Yes."

Akutakawa Jirou laughed white teeth. pill,

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