Net King: My Black Basket Template

Chapter 170 I can’t do it anymore
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Seizing the counterattack, Shiranui cleared the exhaust from his lungs and quickly breathed in fresh air.

With each breath-holding burst, he needs a period of time to adjust, otherwise the muscles will accumulate too much lactic acid due to the high-intensity burst.

However, Ibu Fukaji had no plans to adjust his rest.

Bang!
There was a crisp sound, and a cool arc flew over the net at a large angle, diagonally penetrating deep into the bottom corner of Shiranui Tomiya's backhand.

hiss.
Seeing the tennis ball coming, even though he didn't fully adjust, Shiranui Tomiya took a deep breath and held his breath.

then.

His face was reddish, and he stepped hard on the ground with his tiger toes. The muscles in his body instantly exploded with powerful force, and the monk's head fell forward and he ran out quickly.

Almost at the same moment.

When he arrived at the landing point, the tennis ball had just hit the ground.

Chi Chi
The tennis ball on the ground vibrated violently, and after a while of shaking, it ejected.

just
"Can Shiranui really win this game?!"

Hirataniba Rin chuckled disdainfully: "Take a good look at the abnormal amount of sweat on Shiranui's body."

Bang!
"Game, Higa Junior High School Shiranui Tomiya, 2-0!"

So he was slightly stunned and looked at everyone's eyes with confusion: "Did I say something wrong?"

Tian Renzhihui looked at the situation on the court and didn't even eat a banana. The flesh on his face trembled, and his eyes were full of surprise.

Including him.

Tian Renzhihui suddenly said proudly, but after a long time, no one responded to him.

After hearing the referee announce the score, Tian Renzhihui's face became more and more shocked.

Higa Kingdom must direct its energy in the right place to achieve overall victory.

"Hehe, it seems that this guy is nothing special. Mu Shu, you are really making a fuss out of a molehill!"

"idiot!"

He looked at the fight on the court in disbelief.

Although it was not so easy to get the points, in the stalemate tug-of-war, Tomiya Shiranui was indeed steadily winning the games and had an absolute advantage in this game.

"Higa Junior High School Shiranui Tomiya scores, 30-15!"

There is nothing to hide, even Shiranui is very aware of his role. All this is for the victory of the team.

In fact, everyone in Higa Junior High School just regarded Shiranui Tomiya as an inferior horse, a discarded son who was used to beat Ibu Fukaji, a national-level singles player.

Shiranui Chiya's expression changed slightly, and he quickly took two steps forward. It was obviously a topspin ball at a large angle, but the height of the ball bounced off the ground was so low.

Bang!
"Fudomine Middle School Ibu Fukaji scores, 40-40!"

Bang!
"Fudomine Middle School Ibu Fukaji scores, 30-30!"

Bang!
In order to return the ball in a suitable position, he could only bend his knees slightly, press the racket close to the ground, and with a backhand, the tennis ball flew to the bottom corner diagonally behind Itake Fukaji.

Bang!
"Higa Junior High School Shiranui Tomiya scores, 40-30!"

"Ok?"

After hearing Pingguba's reminder, Tian Renzhihui set his sights on Shiranui Tomiya again.

whimper
Shiranui Tomiya was breathing rapidly and his face was red. He had just stopped the tennis ball but it flew towards the other corner without stopping at all. He was running back and forth in the corner without stopping.

And Douda's sweat fell from mid-air.

"This is.!"

Suddenly, Tian Renzhihui's pupils shrank.

In front of the white boundary line in the backcourt, there is a long black dotted line, and the two form a pair of neat parallel lines.

Under the baking heat of the blazing sun, this black dotted line quickly disappeared.

But not for a while.

pat pat
Drops of sweat slid down Shiranui Chiya's clothes and formed circular spots on the ground. As he kept running back and forth, new black dotted lines appeared again.

"Shiranui this guy."

Seeing this, Tian Renzhihui reacted quickly.

What chance is there of Shiranui winning?
This game was under the control of Fudomine from the very beginning, and the reason why Shiranui was able to score points was basically a bait used by the opponent to consume Shiranui's physical strength.

Tian Renzhihui was annoyed for a while. In fact, he should have noticed this a long time ago, but the uniforms of Higa Junior High School were dark in color, and even if they were wet with sweat, it would not be easy to notice.

At this time.

Hirataniba Rin took his hands out of his pockets, bent down and took out the racket from his bag, and hit Tian Renzhihui on the back: "Fat pig, go warm up!"

Hearing the opponent's name, Tian Renzhihui's anger suddenly rose, and he pushed the racket away hard.

Due to his previous misjudgment of the game, a fierce look of shame and anger rolled in his eyes. He stretched out his big hand angrily, and his thick and generous fingers stopped on Hirataniba Rin's head.

The void was pinched, and the bones and joints rattled:
"Pingguchang, if you call me a fat pig again, I will definitely crush your head."

Regarding Tian Ren Zhihui's threat, Ping Guba Rin dismissed it and curled his lips with a smile. "Hehe, you can try it, stupid fat pig~"

Seeing the two men playing No. 2 in the doubles, but they were facing each other tit for tat before going on the court. The atmosphere was full of gunpowder. Eishiro Kite narrowed his eyes and became very cold, and the terrifying aura of a killer filled the air.

"Pingguchang"

His gaze passed over Tian Ren Zhihui, and finally stopped on the blond Ping Guba Rin, his eyes becoming colder.

"If you keep talking so openly, you don't have to play."

Under his gaze, even a casual person like Hirataniba Rin finally calmed down.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything~"

Seeing that his old enemy was defeated, Tian Renzhihui's mung bean-sized eyes flashed quietly, and a gloating mockery appeared on his face.

After being suppressed by Eishiro Kite, the two finally went to warm up honestly.

At this time, changes finally occurred on the court.

Bang!
A ray of yellow light shot out quickly in the air. Under the control of Ibu Fukaji, the tennis ball hit the two corners of the baseline repeatedly at almost the same speed every time.

And this time.

Shiranui Tomiya, who should have appeared in the right corner, was still staggering in the midfield at this moment, as slow as a 70- or 80-year-old grandfather pacing.

"Ho ho. Ho."

Like a bellows with a hole in it, Shiranui Chiya panted desperately, trying to breathe in fresh air, but every expansion of his chest brought an extremely hot and stinging sensation.

He moved his hands and feet together and struggled to the right, but he could only see a yellow light flashing in front of him.

wow~
With the sound of tennis balls hitting the barbed wire fence, Shiranui Tomiya finally rolled his eyes and fell limply to the ground.

"I can not make it."

Before he fainted, a huge sun shone into his eyes, and then a few white clouds floated over, bringing a little shade.

"Shiranui!"

Outside the court, members of Higa Junior High School shouted anxiously, but failed to wake him up.

The final match of No. 3 singles ended with Higa Junior High School Shiranui Tomoya being exhausted and unable to continue the match.

"I was teased severely by that guy~"

After carefully placing Shiranui Tomiya, Kai Yujiro took a deep look at Ibu Fukaji who walked off the court and thought to himself.

Constantly hitting those deep, low shots forced Shiranui to bend her knees every time she caught the ball.

And this posture virtually increased his physical exertion.

Otherwise, how could Shiranui, who has been practicing martial arts assiduously on the hot island of Okinawa all year round, be unable to continue the competition due to lack of physical strength?
"but.
Although it was a bit miserable, Shiranui's mission was finally completed. As long as he could defeat Fukaji Ibu, a national-level player, it was enough. "

"Thanks for your hard work."

Looking at Fukaji returning to the team, Yuuki Satoru handed over the towel with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

Even in the national competition, Fukaji did not pursue victory blindly, but focused on improving his own strength.

Even if he is an opponent who is far inferior to himself, he can still absorb nutrients from the opponent, adapt himself to various types of playing styles little by little, and make targeted responses.

This kind of quality is very appreciated by Yuki Satoru.

"Higa Junior High School's No. 3 singles should be just a smokescreen."

After taking the towel and wiping his wet hair, Fuka Itake analyzed calmly.

Then, he looked up at Yuki Satoru with some hesitation: "In the next doubles match for No. 2, they will probably go all out, senior, you"

"Do not worry."

Yuki Satoru smiled and shook his head, patting Ibu Shinji lightly on the shoulder.

Soon, the No. 2 doubles match officially began.

"Next, Akira Kamio and Tetsu Ishida from Tokyo Fudomine Middle School will face off against Rin Hirataniba and Shikei Tian from Higa Junior High School in Kyushu."

And the other side.

Ice King lost in the first round of the quarterfinals today.

"Game, Mu Zhiteng Middle School Akabane Takayuki, 7-6!"

"The game is over, Takayuki Akabane wins, the score is 1-0!"

Chitose sat down with support from Yuushi Ninzu.

"Oh, the strength of the previous national overlord cannot be underestimated."

Looking at Renzu's unstoppable trembling legs, Atobe's expression became more solemn, and his cold eyes swept across Mu Zhiteng Middle School, taking in several figures whose aura was incompatible with the surroundings.

That was Mu Zhiteng's third grade member.

"Unfortunately, times have changed. Let the Ice Emperor sweep you into the ruins of history."

(End of this chapter)