Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 257 She's Fake
wow-

The sound of violent impact suddenly sounded, accompanied by the rustling sound of friction.The tail-chasing wind followed in an instant, causing the midfield net to vibrate continuously and roaring.

The silhouette on the ground also swayed, passing by the two of King Ni in an instant, lifting the clothes on the two of them and fluttering violently.

pat!

With a soft sound, the tennis ball fell from the isolation net and spun on the ground. The golden sunlight fell on the yellow-green ball, casting a dark silhouette.The cool wind blew, bringing the sound of waves colliding with leaves, piercing the silent stadium at the moment.

Marui Fumta's eyes widened, and his light purple pupils shrunk into perfect circles: Hit... Hit back!
wow~
Xiangri tightened his hands on the isolation net, and looked at the girl standing on the field in disbelief, "KUSO! You're kidding."

The girl was still standing in the motion of returning the ball, her right foot was ten centimeters in front of her left foot, her left hand was holding the racket horizontally in front of her chest, and the edge of the racket slightly touched her right shoulder.

Without saying a word, he just stood there quietly, the sunlight gradually moved, and the sunlight that sprinkled down covered Goto's transparent lens with a layer of faint streamer.

However, under such a stream of light, Goto's deep eyes were revealed, sharp and aloof, confident and proud.

When the wind stopped, Goto slowly put down the racket in his hand, lightly pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and the decadent look was swept away, and the easy-going and elegant smile gradually faded on that beautiful face , "Well, it's really difficult."

Inoue's hand holding the backpack strap tightened unconsciously, and he took a step forward unconsciously, looking at Goto who had fully recovered on the court, his eyes trembled uncontrollably, how could it be possible!

How could her physical strength recover so quickly, how could she still act like a normal person after being cheated by Niwang for more than half an hour to run back and forth in the backcourt?No, absolutely impossible, could it be that...

Seeing the movement of Goto holding up his glasses, Inoue's pupils froze, she was faking it! ! !

"Game woman, 15-0, serve with patience." Oishi stretched out his hand to signal the score, then slowly put it down, turned his head to look at Goto, breathed a sigh of relief but also couldn't help thinking more deeply.

Nioh narrowed his dark green eyes, reflected Goto's figure in it, spun the racket in his hand, raised his thin lips slightly, and said briskly, "Pfft~ I recovered so soon."

"Well, it's thanks to your care." Goto put down his hand holding his glasses, took a small step with his right foot to be level with his left foot, and bent his body slightly to catch the ball, "The real game..." The voice sank in vain, white light covered the lens, and a treacherous arc gradually bloomed at the corner of the mouth: "It's only now."

call--

The wind, sweeping past, rolled the fallen leaves on the ground and drifted away one after another. It seemed that they were also feeling chills for the upcoming game. The green of the ground adds a little more thickness.

"Well, Nioh 89.56% is in trouble." Liu Dao took a pen and tapped his notebook lightly. After a while, he turned upside down and continued writing in the notebook. He said in a quiet voice: "If you don't take it seriously, 94.28% will be led away."

"That's true," Yukimura folded his hands, his iris-purple eyes stared straight at Goto in the court, the deep vortex swirled quietly in the silent ancient pool, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his elegant and quiet voice was subtle and incomprehensible Sharply, "Right, Genichiro."

Sanada's eyelids were slightly closed, and the corners of his eyes that were flying wildly made those eyes much sharper, making the already resolute face look more profound and rigid. Hearing what Yukimura said, he glanced at him slightly, nodded and said: "It's too slack. .”

(End of this chapter)