The Rebirth of the Net King

Chapter 552 Suppression
boom!
boom!
"This game was scored by Fujisuke of Youth Academy, and the score was 1:0."

"Both sides change game!"

"Shiraishi, he didn't even get a single point, but he got his own serve by Buer?!"

Renzu Qian also had a dignified face, this is not good news.

You must know that the game has just begun, and the first game can be said to be a key game that determines the morale of both sides.

The rest of the people in Shitianbao Temple were also silent for a while after hearing Kenya Renzu's words.

In the shadow of a famous tree, the name of Seigaku Fujisuke Shuosuke is too resounding.

Especially Qiantuiqianli, he has seen Buer's heroic appearance in the world arena.

Even if Baishi is said to be very strong, he doesn't think that Baishi will be the best opponent.

In his mind, the only thing Shiraishi can do is to shine out the light on his body when facing Fuji.

Lose decently.

The two sides switched offense and defense, and it was Shiraishi's turn to serve in the second game.

Snapped!
Snapped!
Bai Shi gently slapped the tennis ball on the ground, calming down the throbbing in his heart.

It is undeniable that Shiraishi's heart was somewhat affected by his strong performance in the last game.

After adjusting his mentality, Baishi threw the tennis ball away, then bent his knees and bent his body forward slightly.

boom!
Baishi's tense body suddenly stretched out, and all parts of his body exerted strength together.

His serve is full of textbook aesthetics, and it is naturally impeccable.

This is Shiraishi Kuranosuke's tennis, Bible tennis.

The bouncing tennis ball directly hits Fuji's right calf. This angle is undoubtedly one of the most difficult shots for Fuji to return.

"As expected of Shiraishi!"

Buer nodded secretly in his heart, such ball control is not something ordinary people can achieve.

You must know that the biggest flaw of high-speed serving is the problem of ball control.

Bu Er lunges back and moves horizontally, holding the racket with one hand and sticking out horizontally.

boom!
The tennis ball that flew past the net passed straight through Shiraishi's court and flew towards the bottom corner.

Tatata!
A yellow-green figure quickly approached the bottom corner with swift steps.

"What a quick reaction! What an amazing speed!"

Haitang had a look of surprise on his face, he keenly noticed that Baishi had already started galloping towards the bottom corner the moment his boss just swung his racket.

Shiraishi's right foot rubbed against the ground and forcibly braked, stopping suddenly and his unbalanced body jumped up slightly.

boom!
The racket in Baishi's hand brought a bright light, and rushed straight towards the opposite bottom corner.

"Want to pull me? That's what you want, Shiraishi!"

A smile flashed across Bu Er's eyes, he would not refuse such an "invitation to fight".

boom!
boom!
The blue-white and yellow-green figures kept running on the baseline, and the sound of hitting the ball continued to sound from the two side courts.

"It's so fierce!"

Yiwu Shensi swallowed and said.

Iwu Shenji, who always thought he had good skills, was greatly shocked at this moment.

If we were talking about skills, no matter which of these two people on the field was taken out alone, he would be far behind him, so far that he couldn't even see the taillights of the car.

"It turns out that the minister has faced such players before?!"

Akira Kamio murmured.

Compared with Tachibana Yoshihei, he is far behind Ibu Shinji and others.

However, if there is a gap, there will be motivation. He still believes that they will become stronger next year.

boom!
boom!
"This game was scored by Fujisuke of Youth Academy, and the score was 2:0."

"Shiraishi was broken"

Shinobu Kenya's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

It's no wonder that he lost confidence. Compared with Fuji's calmness, Shiraishi's performance was really struggling.

"Baishi is really inferior! Compared with that big brother Qingxue, he is far worse!"

The only one who would wantonly laugh at Shiraishi at this time is the heartless Kintaro.

Although now is not the time to say such things, Kintaro doesn't care about it.

The bluffing character is exactly his characteristic.

"Xiao Jin, don't talk nonsense."

Chitose Chisato hurriedly signaled Kintaro not to say any more.

There are only one and a half people who can restrain Kintaro in the entire Shitenbao Temple, Shiraishi is one, and Chitose is half.

"Okay okay, I got it."

Kintaro also seemed to feel the oppressive atmosphere, muttered a few times and then closed his mouth.

On the field.

The bottom line between Fuji and Shiraishi is still going on.

boom!
boom!
"Shiraishi, are you still planning to take that thing down?"

Even if Baishi forcibly used his spiritual power fusion trait to elevate his five-dimensionality, his five-dimensionality still couldn't be compared with the current Budu.

Five-dimensional measurement cannot be a limit, a field that only the world's top players can step into.

Buer stepped out and swept forward with the help of inertial arms.

boom!
A ray of light smashed straight into Baishi's field.

Although Shiraishi was already chasing the ball very hard, he still fell into the inferior position in such a fierce and fast-paced attack.

"This game was scored by Fujisuke of Youth Academy, and the score was 3:0."

"Both sides change game!"

"Three to zero, it seems that Baishi from Sitianbao Temple is not an opponent of Qingxue Buer Zhouzhu at all."

Shinobu Yushi let out a faint sigh.

Qingxue is really too strong.

"No, maybe things will turn around."

Atobe's eyes kept staring at Shiraishi's bandaged left hand, as if he had noticed something.

After returning to the sideline to rest, Shiraishi kept echoing the words of Budu in his mind.

He knew that the gold wristband on his left hand could not be concealed from his eyes.

He also really wanted to take off the pair of gold wristbands on his left arm and compete with Buer for real, but Baishi felt guilty for not being able to exert all his strength.

Baishi is already in the third grade this year, and he knows very well that if he misses this time and fights against Fuji next time, he will not know when he will have to wait.

As if aware of Baishi's inner entanglement, Osamu Watanabe sighed slightly: "Xiao Baishi, return my belongings to me."

"Ok?"

Shiraishi raised his head in astonishment, and met Osamu Watanabe's eyes.

"Didn't you say that I should always wear this wristband?"

Shiraishi asked suspiciously.

"That thing has little effect on you, and it's time to take it down."

Osamu Watanabe said lightly with a toothpick in his mouth.

Since Shiraishi went to U-17, Osamu Watanabe has been watching Shiraishi's progress, and now Shiraishi no longer needs that thing.

"Go, let them see what the real Shiraishi Kuranosuke looks like."

Osamu Watanabe patted Shiraishi on the shoulder and said.

In fact, Osamu Watanabe had already decided to let Shiraishi take off the gold wristband. After all, Shiraishi would return there after the national competition.

If he wants to stand out from so many outstanding players in the country, Shiraishi cannot have any reservations.

"Yes!"

Shiraishi stood up from the chair with a hint of joy, and raised his left hand in front of him.

Under the sunlight, the golden wristband bound by bandages had a faint golden luster.

(End of this chapter)