Net King: My Black Basket Template

Chapter 171 Speed ​​changing ball, a nimble fat man who knows Samba steps!

Group B, Tiantianbao Temple.

"Wave Ball, Form 18!"

With a low roar, the muscles of his arms bulged, Ishida Gin's eyes widened with anger, and his shiny head shone in the sun, like a diamond.

Bang!
The yellow beam exuding terrifying fluctuations penetrated the entire stadium. With this ball, Nagoya Xingde's players were directly blown away. The shocking scene stunned the audience on the high platform.

"So awesome!"

call.
After hitting the ball, Ishida Gin slowly recovered his posture, clamped the racket in the tiger's mouth, clasped his hands, and silently saluted the Nagoya Seitoku player who was blown away.

He looked like a peaceful monk, without any trace of the angry-looking Vajra he had before.

"Game, Shitenhoji Ishida Gin, Shinobu Kenya, 6-1!"

"The game is over, Tiantianbao Temple wins, the total score is 2-0!"

Hirataniba Rin shrugged indifferently, as if he was not the one who snickered and hit his head with the racket just now. Then he swung the racket in his hand, pointed at Kamio Akira and Ishida Tetsu with a sneer.

call.
They lifted their hands and feet, moved their bodies, and took a deep breath.

Koharu and Yuji's special doubles play has begun to bear fruit, and Gin and Kenya can rank among Neon's No. 1 Power Tennis and No. 1 Speed ​​Tennis.

Although Hikaru Tsaizen has just started playing tennis, his talent is already impressive.

Behind the two of them, Ibu Fukaji was worried about them.

The ridicule failed, but instead he was poked at the obesity problem that he cared about the most, and Ping Guchang even snickered from the sidelines. Tian Renzhihui immediately broke through the defense.

"You brat, what are you offering?"

"I just want to remind you not to do unnecessary things."

At the end of the game, the audience immediately burst into cheers.

Hearing this, Tian Renzhihui's angry expression froze.

"Well, let's go!"

"What the hell are you doing, sending a short winter melon and a skinny monkey to the stage?!"

"Kamio, let's go!"

Akira Kamio and Tetsu Ishida looked at each other, and both saw firm belief in each other's eyes.

"Besides, if it weren't for Fudomine, you would still be suffering from Coach Saotome."

"what are you doing?!"

"Be honest."

In front of the net, before the game even started, Tian Renzhihui showed an arrogant face and spittle flew across the court.

Although he wanted to refute, Hiraganaba was indeed right. If it hadn't been for what happened at Fudomine last year, Higa Junior High School might still be under Saotome's control. That guy was an out-and-out bastard.

With a cry of pain, Tian Renzhihui covered the back of his head and turned to glare at Hirataniba Rin.

But this is reasonable. After all, when it comes to eye-catching, no matter how clever the tennis skills used, how can it be defeated by directly knocking players off the court?
"With this level of speed and strength, he is already the number one student in Neon Junior High School."

“Tiantianbao Temple has been waiting for too long”

Seeing Kuranosuke Shiraishi stepping onto the court, Tetsuya Hara put away his cynical appearance and revealed a different kind of expectation in his eyes.

"Although I have to thank Fudoho for making me feel a lot more relaxed.

Even in the last game, Yuan Zhe showed strong strength at the national level and won a clean victory, but he failed to receive such fierce applause.

In other words, the Tiantianbao Temple of this generation is very reliable.

"Tian Renzhi, as expected, everyone has the same point of view!"

Seeing that the situation was getting a little out of control, Hirataniba Rin stopped snickering, took out the racket with a calm look, and hit Tian Ren Zhihui on the head.

While speaking the dialect of the Okinawa region, he stretched out his hand to grab Kamio Akira.

Hearing the cheers from the audience, Yuan Zhe could not help but smile happily as his fingers gently played with the curls in front of his forehead. Ah Yin and Qian Ye were indeed very reliable.

"Tiantianbao Temple! Tiantianbao Temple!"

Ping Guchang stretched and smiled softly.

Although Akira Kamio is not short, and Tetsu Ishida's strong and muscular body is not considered thin, but in front of Tian Renshihui, who is as big as a hill, the two of them suddenly look thin.

"Shiraishi, just lead us all towards the national championship!"

Staring at Kamio Akira and Ishida Tetsu, Tian Hitoshi turned around and walked towards the backcourt with a sullen expression, leaving only Hirataniba Rin in front of the net.

"Humph"

Seeing his teammates being complained about, Hirataniba Rin not only did not help, but also continued to touch up the damage. He was happy to see Tian Hitoshi defeated.

Shiraishi has been entrusted with the future by him and Coach Watanabe for a long time. Whether as a tennis player or as the president of Shitenhoji Temple, Shiraishi is worthy of the name of the Bible.

Not being aroused by this low-level provocation, Kamio Akira glanced at Tian Renzhihui's shiny face and refuted.

As if there were some difficult challenges waiting ahead, Ishida Tetsu said with a loud voice and firm eyes.

"I tell you, you should lose some fat on your body!"

However, I will not hold back because of this, you should just admit defeat as soon as possible! "

"You're welcome, feel free to come over, but it's still unclear who will win and who will lose~"

"The winner will be decided in one set, Akira Kamio from Fudomine Middle School will serve first!"

Pah. Pah.
Standing on the white baseline, Akira Kamio pressed the tennis ball a few times, glanced at the two people opposite him, and his eyes stayed on Tian Renzhihui for a while. "Let's start with you!"

Swish!
Lower your right shoulder, send the tennis ball up into the air with your left hand, step on one foot, and press your body diagonally forward.

Bang!
The moment the racket comes into contact with the tennis ball, the surface of the racket touches lightly.

A ray of yellow light rushed out and landed randomly in the receiving area. The path of the ball was very simple.

"Haha, you want to score with a serve like this?!"

When the tennis ball landed on the ground, Tian Renzhihui was already at the landing point, and he swung the racket out proudly like he was swatting away flies.

however.

Swish. snap.
The sound of a racket whizzing out, the sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground.

"what happened?"

Tian Renzhihui froze while maintaining the swinging posture, with a look of shock on his face. The hitting feeling was not as expected, and the tennis ball seemed to fly directly through the surface of the racket.

"Fudomine Middle School Akira Kamio scores, 15-0!"

Bang!
He smiled coldly and hit another ball. Akira Kamio was not in the habit of explaining to the opponent.

Rin Hirataniba stood indifferently on the baseline, Kamio Akira's racket wiping action when hitting the ball flashed in his eyes.

Followed by.

Chi Chi
His eyes then shifted to the tennis ball that was in contact with the ground. The tennis ball disappeared in a flash, and the corners of his mouth also curved.

pat!

Akira Kamio's serve did not encounter any obstruction and went straight across the court to score.

"Fudomine Middle School Akira Kamio scores, 30-0!"

"What the hell are you doing?"

Seeing Ping Guchang staying in place, Tian Renzhihui asked with an unhappy expression.

"I have seen through his serve. The tennis ball has different speeds before it bounces and after it bounces."

Ignoring Tian Ren Zhihui's question, Ping Guba Rin said with a chuckle.

"So the next time you receive a serve, pay more attention to the speed of the tennis ball before and after it bounces, and change your swing timing accordingly."

"What the hell?"

Tian Renzhihui scratched the back of his head and showed a clear and stupid look in his eyes. Although he didn't quite understand, he didn't bother to ask any more questions. He just did as he was told.

So he glanced at Omi, then turned and walked back to the baseline. Under his heavy steps, the entire stadium seemed to be shaking.

"Have you found a way to crack this trick just by watching the serve twice?"

His eyes flickered slightly. Although Hirataniba Rin didn't move at all just now, Kamio Akira felt a faint threat from his wild and super intuitive sense.

This chilling feeling on the back is like being stared at by a poisonous snake.

That kind of breath
Fukaji before staying together was nothing more than that.

Bang!
The tennis ball was thrown suddenly, the racket was swung down quickly, and the tennis ball once again fell into the receiving area of ​​the opponent's court.

"After talking so much, I'm just going to swing the racket later!"

Watching the tennis ball fall to the ground, Tian Renzhihui finally realized what Hirataniba Rin meant. He did not swing the racket according to the normal rhythm, but focused on the tennis ball that landed on the ground.

Tsk tsk tsk!
After a slight friction, the tennis ball suddenly ejected, and its speed was much faster than before it landed. Tian Renzhihui didn't even have time to swing the racket, and the tennis ball was already close to him.

"Heh, even if you know how to crack it, it's useless if you can't react."

Outside the court, Uchimura Kyosuke pulled up the brim of his hat. Just looking at the fat man's size, one knew that he would not be able to counterattack this move.
but.

Tatata!
"Haha, it turns out this ball will suddenly become faster!"

Stomping his feet hard on the ground, Tian Renzhihui held the racket with both hands, and his whole body instantly exploded backwards. The space that was originally occupied by his hands and feet suddenly had room to fight back.

"Is that a samba step?"

Uchimura Kyosuke exclaimed in surprise.

Because there was a samba dancer in the class, he immediately recognized the dance steps used by the other party, but there was an expression of incredible astonishment on his face.

With such a fat body, he can perfectly integrate the Samba dance steps into the tennis steps, and he is still so flexible?

"I'm going to attack!"

Bang!
At this moment, Tian Renzhihui showed a flexible pace that was not his, and hit the tennis ball fiercely with his racket.

So powerful.

A wave of air suddenly appeared where the racket surface collided with the tennis ball, and a white beam of light shot straight towards Akira Kamio.

"Dwarf winter melon, go to hell!"

Tian Renzhihui looked at Kamio Akira with a ferocious expression, "You still want to catch my tennis ball with your thin body?" !
Bang!
Just when Tian Renzhihui thought he was about to score, a dull sound of hitting the ball came, causing his proud expression to freeze instantly.

"Hmph, Ishida is much better at tennis than you!"

Holding the racket tightly with both hands, Akira Kamio caught the ball steadily.

At the moment when the violent impact was resolved, the racket in his hand tilted slightly and he pulled it forward with both hands.

Swish!
A very low arc flew towards the opposite corner.

(End of this chapter)