Net King: My Black Basket Template

Chapter 177: Complaining about vending machines, a different kind of funny tennis!

"First game, singles No. 3"

"It will be Fukaji Ibu from Fudomine Middle School in Tokyo versus Tetsuya Hara from Shitenhoji Temple in Osaka!"

The announcement of the broadcast sounded, and everyone raised their heads slightly and looked at the large electronic screen in the center of the stadium. The names of the players from both sides appeared clearly.

"We reached the semi-finals, and the court we used really became more impressive! Isn't that right, Yuji~"

"That's it! Xiaochun~"

Golden Koharu and Ishiki Yuji put their arms around each other's shoulders, looked at the electronic screen, put their faces against each other, and happily danced a passionate side-to-side dance.

"I said, can't you wait until the game starts and then be united as one?"

Shiraishi Kuranosuke covered his forehead and felt a little headache.

"Shiraishi~ We are under the command of the coach. Not only during the game, but also in private life, we must be inseparable!

As long as we remain united, there will be no word [defeat] in our dictionary~"

"Right? Coach!"

"That's not right at all!"

Hearing this, Osamu Watanabe tilted his colorful hat on his head, the corners of his eyes couldn't stop twitching, and his forehead was covered with black lines. He quickly denied it and said that he was so eager that even the toothpick in his mouth broke into two pieces.

He obviously teaches funny doubles and maintains tacit understanding and communication outside of the game, but...
Who is going to teach this kind of single-minded girl team practice?
Ah hey! ?
"Cough cough."

After wiping away the non-existent sweat on his forehead, Osamu Watanabe returned the topic to the game, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Koharu and Yuji's ability to divert attention became even more powerful.

"As expected before the game, the opponent sent Fukai Itake to play No. 3 singles. It's really amazing for a first-year national-level singles player."

He coughed twice, his expression returned to calmness, his eyes narrowed slightly, he looked solemnly at the figure beside him and said:

"Tetsuya, this game is up to you! Is it okay?"

"Of course, because I have his protection! Dangdang!"

After laughing, Yuan Zhe also lifted up his shirt in a funny way, revealing a tattoo of a face making a grimace.

"Here he is, it's Azhe from the neon comedian group [Zhi and Zhe]!"

"Wrong, it's obviously Azhi!"

"It's Azhe!". "It's Azhi!".
"Idiot Koharu~". "Idiot Yuji~".
Koharu and Yuji, who were originally close to each other, suddenly quarreled over the tattoo on Hara Tetsuya's belly.

Snapped! *N
Looking at the pair of living treasures, everyone in Tiantianbao Temple covered their heads.

"Fukaji, you must be careful in this game and don't be careless."

On the other side, Yuuki Satoru looked at Fukasi off the court solemnly and said, although he has not changed the formation and continues to arrange for Fukaji to play singles No. 3, it will be easy for his opponents to target him, but if he wants to win the final victory, he must take risks no matter what. Stick to it.

"Senior Yuki, the Shitenhoji player doesn't look like there's anything special about him. Is he really good?"

Uchimura Kyosuke looked at Hara Tetsuya carefully. He felt out of place from head to toe and could not feel the aura of a strong man at all.

"Uchimura, you are wrong."

Ju Jueping shook his head, his eyes flashing: "Before this spring, the minister of Tiantianbao Temple was always that guy."

"Minister. Him?"

Kyousuke Uchimura opened his mouth wide and pointed at Tetsuya Hara on the court in disbelief.

Not only him, but the rest of Fudo Peak also couldn't believe it. They looked sideways and looked at him, then their heads were filled with questions and their faces looked puzzled.

How does that guy look like a minister?

"That's right, shortly after taking over the position of minister from the former minister of Shitenhoji Temple, Zenyuki Heira, he took the initiative to give up the position of minister to the future pillar of Shitenhoji Temple in his heart, Shiraishi Kuranosuke.

Underneath his unattractive appearance, he possesses a mind and courage that ordinary people do not have.

Tetsuya Hara, he is an opponent that cannot be underestimated! "

Tachibana Jupei looked deeply at Yuan Tetsuya, who was smiling and still making mischief on the court, but he felt a bit of admiration in his heart. He took the initiative to give up the position of minister to the juniors, which not many people could do.

Of course, these things were all information that Chitose, who had been to stay at Shitenhoji Temple, told him last night.

on the field.

"Please give me more advice."

"Please give me more advice~"

The two shook hands gently in front of the net. Itake Fukaji looked at the figure opposite him intently. His racket was inserted upside down from the collar to his back. His orange-red hair was slightly tied up, but a few strands were hanging inconspicuously in front of his forehead.

With a relaxed smile, he stood casually with his hands on his waist, but there was a faint feeling that he had nowhere to start.

"As expected, he is the guy that Senior Yuuki specially warned him about. He is indeed difficult to deal with."

The expression on Itake Fukaji's face became more solemn. Looking at Hara Tetsuya standing casually, he couldn't help but feel something in his heart.

This may be the most powerful opponent I have encountered since the national competition!
"The game starts with Fudomine Middle School Ibu Fukaji serving."

The referee on the high chair waved his hand and immediately determined the offensive side of the first game.

Pah. Pah.
Adjusting his breathing, Itake Fukaji tapped the ball gently. The outcome of the first game was related to the momentum of the whole team and must be won.

In that case
Swish!
Making a decision in his mind, Ibu Fukaji then threw the tennis ball upwards.

Then, he put his feet up and stretched his arms to drag the racket. In mid-air, black aura suddenly swayed on the surface of his body, and the fierce and wild aura pressed towards the opposite side.

Bang!
The roar of the racket was clear on the court, like an eagle flapping its wings, and a sharp black stream of light broke through the sky like feathers, with a fierce momentum. "Wow, what a great serve!"

The hairs on his hair stood on end, and Yuan Zheya immediately sensed that Fukasa was not simple. The other party's terrifying wild oppression was coming toward him with great force.

but
"You look fierce, don't take the game too seriously!"

Yuan Zheya blinked his eyes and made a funny face, and he caught up with the landing point of the tennis ball in just two steps.

Swish!
The tennis ball had just bounced when a red shadow spun from above.

Bang!
Seemingly not affected in the slightest, Yuan Zheya caught the impetuous serve with ease.

"Wild deterrence doesn't work?!"

Not paying attention to the other party's teasing words, Fukaji's expression changed slightly. Apart from Yuuki-senpai and Tachibana-senpai, this was the first time he saw someone deal with his wildness so easily.

Bang!
Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly. He didn't slow down at all, his steps were fast, and he pulled the tennis ball to the opposite corner with his backhand, and blocked it to the opposite corner with a wild aura.

"What a terrifying momentum!~"

The tennis ball flew by quickly, and the golden Koharu on the sidelines covered her cheeks and hid behind Yuji, then stuck her head out and said:
"It's a pity that it's useless. After all, Tetsuya Hara-senpai has the calmness to be funny anytime and anywhere, and the mental toughness to keep being funny in front of thousands of viewers!"

"That's right, Senior Tetsuya Hara, who is known as the Tucao Vending Machine, has extraordinary tennis skills and comedy skills. This momentum will not work on him!"

Isshiki Yuji immediately nodded in agreement.

Bang!
After running quickly and hitting the tennis ball back with a forehand, Zheya Yuan immediately waved the racket in his hand vigorously towards the two people off the court.

"What? Who are you talking about? What's going on?"

"Here he appears! He keeps complaining like a raging wave of three consecutive attacks!"

Koharu and Yuji excitedly high-fived and shouted, their fingers intertwined together as if there were no one else around, their eyes facing each other, lovingly.

Tread!

He made predictions in advance and moved on the court. Listening to the mutual complaints between the opponent and off the court, Ibu Fukaji couldn't help but frown tightly.

"What on earth are the guys from Tianbao Temple doing?"

But the next moment.

"Funny is king!"

A loud laugh rang out on the court, and Yuan Tetsuya's figure suddenly appeared in front of the net.

"When?"

Itake Shinji's pupils shrank.

With a bright smile on his face, he tilted the racket in his hand.

Bang!
With the afterimage of his arm waving by, a sharp interception in front of the net flew diagonally towards the outside corner of the frontcourt. With a snap, the tennis ball scraped across the ground, leaving an obvious mark.

Tread. Tread.
Itake Fukaji rushed to save the ball as quickly as possible, but it was still a step too late.

"Tentenhoji Hara Tetsuya scored, 0-15!"

Bang!
"Black is the color of coal."

Bang!
Bang!
"If you keep keeping a cold face, will it turn into ice cubes?"

Bang!
Bang!
There was an explosion, and the tennis ball was hit by Fuka Ibu violently towards the opposite corner with astonishing force.

"Why do you always have to hit the opposite corner?"

Yuan Zheya kept talking while running. Before he could reach the position, he swung the racket upwards, but the tennis ball was hit by the head of the racket, and flew over the net in a barely arced arc.

"As expected of a senior, I have to complain about every move before I give up!" Xiaochun twisted her body and swayed, saying,
"Is this something worthy of admiration?" A drop of cold sweat slipped from the brim of his hat. Uchimura Kyosuke could not understand the brain circuits of the people at Shitenhoji Temple.

"It's like playing ball with flies, a bunch of flies.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
It seemed to fly into my ears. "

Listening to the screams of the mother-in-law on the scene, Kamio Akira grabbed his hair in pain.

"Lori, that guy!!"

Taking a deep breath, Ibu Fukaji suppressed the anger in his heart. Even though he was as indifferent as he was, the color of his face could not help but change at this moment, and his eyes could not suppress a hint of ferocity.

"I need to calm down and find his flaws."

Although he kept telling himself this, the fire in his heart made him want to turn into a monkey on the spot.

Grab the chattering fly, squeeze his belly, pull out his intestines, then use its intestines to strangle his neck, and pull hard——

"Ah"

A refreshing and pleasant picture flashed in his mind, and Ibu Fukasa relaxed slightly, and at this moment.

Bang!
A sharp yellow light struck unexpectedly from the opposite side and flew out from Ibu Fukaji's raised right foot.

"Game, Shitenhoji Hara Tetsuya, 1-0!"

"Please exchange venues."

The referee's announcement was like a basin of cold water poured directly on his body. From head to toe, Ibu Fukaji instantly woke up.

(End of this chapter)