The Great Demon King of Internet

Chapter 16, against Qingxue

"The competition between Yamabuki Middle School and Youth Academy starts in 20 minutes. Players from the two schools are asked to hurry up and enter."

Following the announcement, everyone from Yamabuki and Seigaku entered the room in an orderly manner, and each began simple warm-up preparations.

In an instant, he helped his companion to the coaching bench and said speechlessly: "Just like in the previous games, just take a good rest at home. Even though you have rheumatism, you still have to suffer to come to watch the game. Grandpa, you are really awesome."

Banlao said with a smile: "After all, Qingxue has been an old rival for so many years. If I don't come to see it in person, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well at night. Moreover, I also want to meet those children with outstanding qualifications that Brother Mifune mentioned. one sight."

"Ha, if Qingxue is struck out by us, your trip will be in vain."

While they were joking, the companion inadvertently looked towards Qingxue's coaching bench. Seeing the missing figure of the old woman, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

On the side, Aku Tsujin had an impatient expression on his face. He turned around and walked out of the court with a racket under his arm.

Qianshi asked curiously: "Akutsu, where are you going?"

Akutsujin glanced sideways at Qianshi, ignored him, and went on his own.

Setsuna waved his hand and said: "Okay, don't worry about him. He will come back when the singles are played. This time, he is playing singles and may not even have a chance to play. He will inevitably feel depressed, so let him go out and relax. Bar."

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Outside the court, a middle-aged uncle and a short-haired beauty trotted all the way to the competition venue between Yamabuki and Seigaku.

The short-haired beauty ran out of breath: "Inoue... Inoue-senpai... slow down... I'm wearing high heels... I can't keep up..."

The middle-aged uncle said angrily: "Hold the camera, who asked you to put on makeup for so long? If you don't hurry up, you won't be able to grab a good position."

The two of them, with "Tennis Monthly" reporter badges hanging on their chests, moved around in the crowd of students and finally got a seat in the front row with a wide view.

Short-haired beauty Shiba Saori smacked her tongue and said: "It's just the semi-finals of a competition, and there are so many spectators."

Inoue Mamoru nodded and said: "Many people speculate that the winner of this game will lock the championship of this competition in advance. Maybe this is the reason for the large audience."

Shiba Saori didn't understand: "Senior, you don't need to pay so much attention. You can't even give up on U17 foreign reports. Moreover, the national competition is not that important. There will be the Kanto Competition and the National Competition..."

Mamoru Inoue shook his head: "That's why I am the editor-in-chief and you are the intern. I was lucky enough to visit the training camp of Neon U17 with others. Although I am not that professional, I can also see that Neon This year’s team’s reserves are still a bit lacking, and the polarization is very serious, so I’m afraid they won’t be able to go far. My intuition tells me that if I focus my reporting on this year’s U17, there’s a high probability that it will fail.

On the contrary, this year's changes in several prestigious junior high school tennis schools gave me a different smell. Hyotei, Yamabuki, Seigaku, and Rikkai University, the heads of the tennis club in these schools have all been replaced by first-year students, and they have also achieved good results. I believe that ‘future’ and ‘hope’ are the directions that more Neon people are willing to pay attention to. "

Balabala explained for a long time, but when Shisa Saori didn't answer anything, she looked back and saw Shisa Saori's eyes were full of peach blossoms, looking like a nymphomaniac.

"The contestants from Youth Academy are so handsome and cute! The male director with glasses, and the one with squinty eyes..."

The corner of Inoue Mamoru's mouth twitched: "Okay, stop it now! Get your camera and take pictures!"

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On the other side, Atobe and his followers, Kaji, had already chosen their viewing positions.

What, you said Hyotei's semifinals also started at the same time, wouldn't Atobe play?

What, you said Hyokui’s opponent is another seeded team, Akiyama No. 3 Middle School?
  What kind of cats and dogs are in Akiyama No. 3 Middle School? Is it worthy of Uncle Atobe’s attention? Atobe didn't even put himself in the lineup.

After these few days of wandering observation, Atobe has already determined.

Yamabuki and Seigaku, these two are the real opponents.

I heard that this semi-final will seal the championship?
  I will let those of you who don’t understand the art of tennis know what it means to know yourself and the enemy and win every battle.

Atobe snapped his fingers: "Hachichi, are the speedometer and camera ready?"

Hua Dimu said blankly: "Okay."

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"Yamabuki VS Seigaku, the D2 match is about to begin. Yamabuki's contestants are Satoshi Yoshiki and Onoe Aie. Seigaku's contestants are Oishi Shuichiro and Kikumaru Eiji."

For Inui Sadaharu, this broadcast was tantamount to the opening lightning strike.

After considering it for so long, have you made the wrong bet after all?

According to his data analysis, when Oishi and Eiji faced this national-level doubles team, their probability of winning was less than 5%.

In a doubles match, he and Kawamura faced another combination from Yamabuki, and they didn't have much confidence.

If you lose both doubles matches, the burden it will bring to the singles...

Looking at Qian's frown, Fuji patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Agan, don't put too much pressure on yourself. We have already made mental preparations for losing both doubles games before. Besides, you have to I believe Oishi and Eiji, they are now the golden combination of our Qingxue, and they will not be defeated so easily."

Qian nodded, his brows relaxed a little.

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Fifteen minutes later, the court showed a one-sided trend.

"Watch the move, Kikumaru—bazooka!"

Kikumaru jumped up and hit a volley with a tricky angle, and the tennis ball passed quickly between Yoshiki and Onoe.

The referee announced: "Qingxue won this game and leads 3:0."

There was a deafening cheer from Qingxue's side.

"Great!"

"Let's take them down like this, golden combination!"

Kikumaru looked very excited. He was breathing heavily, wiping the sweat from his face with his clothes, and happily clapped his hands with Oishi in celebration.

Setsuna sat next to Ban Lao, frowning slightly and looking a little strange.

Mr. Ban glanced at him: "What's wrong? Do you think our situation is not good?"

Setsuna shook his head: "Of course not. The two seniors have completely controlled the situation. There is just something I can't figure out."

The old man smiled and said, "Tell me and listen."

Qianshi, Nan, Dongfang and others next to them also pricked up their ears. To be honest, the two seniors were lagging behind and they were still very nervous. But when the minister said this, he obviously discovered something different.

"It's very simple. The guy opposite who plays stunt tennis is called Kikumaru Eiji, right? His breathing rhythm is very chaotic, he also sweats abnormally, and his physical strength is obviously unable to keep up. The two seniors have seen through this, so Focusing the return ball on Kikumaru, forcing him to continuously perform high-frequency jumping volleys. It seems that the opponent's score is ahead, but it is already the end of the game.

What I can't figure out is that Mr. Mifune should appoint a physical coach to Seigaku. Judging from Kikumaru's flexibility and agility when moving, it is obvious that he has received professional training. This way of playing must consume a lot of physical energy, but Kikumaru's physical reserves are seriously insufficient. With the professionalism of U17 coaches, this blind spot should not be ignored. "

Qianshi and others were confused as to who Mifune was. What U17? I didn’t see the coach in Qingxue’s coaching bench either?

Seeing everyone's curiosity about the baby, Setsuna said helplessly: "You don't need to gossip so much, just know that Qingxue's coach is as professional as Anxi's coach."

Everyone nodded like a groundhog and looked at Mr. Ban. Yes, why? We also want to know the answer to the question the captain just asked.

Ban Lao thought for a moment and said, "I remember the physical training plan that brother Anxi made for you. Many of them have to be completed independently outside school. For example, running 2 kilometers every night."

Setsuna immediately understood what Mr. Ban meant: "Is it because the old man still has a sharp eye and a lack of self-discipline? This makes sense."

Banlao's eyes were sharp and he could see through the essence of Kikumaru's out-of-touch character at a glance.

A person who is suspected of suffering from ADHD and likes to jump up and down and ride on other people's necks when nothing happens. It would be too difficult for him to ask him to complete his running training in a regular and step-by-step manner every day.

Indeed, Kikumaru runs at night every day.

In other words, run, walk, stop, and play.

Hey, the variety show broadcast on the TV in the roadside store is really interesting. Watch it for a while.

Hey, there is a very interesting cat on the wall. Play with it for a while.

Hey, has my favorite Oden food stall been moved to the street where I run? I'm so lucky, I bought two bunches.

"Running" for so long, it must have been 2000 meters.

Not enough? Only 1500, 1600?

Oh, it’s not bad for 400 or 500.

Of course, if you fool the training, the training will fool you.

Kikumaru only really gets involved when he participates in agility training at school, because he thinks it's fun and will make his dance tennis stronger.

But he didn't realize that no matter how powerful the software was, if the hardware configuration couldn't keep up, the system wouldn't be able to operate at all.

Facing the miscellaneous doubles teams from other weak schools, Kikumaru's physical strength will not be a problem. But once he meets Yoshiki and Onoe, a pair of seasoned opponents, Kikumaru's true colors are revealed.

"Game, Yamabuki Middle School D2 won this game, 3:1."

Sure enough, the situation on the court took a turn for the worse, and Kikumaru made several missed shots in a dance-like manner. Either hitting the net, hitting the ball softly, or feeding the ball to a comfortable position, allowing Yoshiki and I to score easily.

Kikumaru's face turned pale, and he kept breathing rapidly like a broken bellows. It was obvious that he was suffering from hypoxia due to excessive exercise frequency. Looking at Kikumaru's shaky body, Oishi quickly ran over to support him. He asked anxiously: "Eiji, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Kikumaru looked a little ashamed and did not dare to look at Dashi. He was obviously aware of his problem.

"I...I just ran out of power, just take a rest."

The referee looked at Kikumaru and the two and reminded: "Classmates, if you feel uncomfortable, you can choose to abstain."

Kikumaru shook his head quickly: "No! I...I'm fine, I...can continue."

"Since you want to continue, classmate, serve quickly. This is your serve. If you don't serve, I will deduct points for delaying your game."

Kikumaru forced a smile, managed to walk to the serving area under Oishi's worried eyes, endured the feeling of lack of oxygen, and hit a non-threatening serve.

Yoshiki Satoshi was merciless and aimed a passing ball at Kikumaru's side.

It was obvious that he could reach the ball by simply moving a few steps to the right. When Kikumaru moved subconsciously, he felt the world spinning and the suffocating feeling of lack of oxygen continued to come over him. The return serve that could have been easily returned was missed by Kikumaru.

"15:0"

Kikumaru bit his lip and lowered his head, not daring to look at everyone in Qingxue. He was afraid to see the surprise in everyone's eyes, and he was afraid that everyone would ask him with their eyes, why is your physical strength so rubbish? It collapsed before the fifth game was over? Are you slacking off on the tasks assigned by your coach?
  I can do it, I can hold on!

Kikumaru secretly cheered himself up and managed to send out a weak serve.

"30:0"

This time it was Ogami Aie, who also attacked Kikumaru's side.

On the side of Qingxue's coaching bench, Qian finally couldn't help but speak: "With Kikumaru's physical strength, how could..."

Fuji sighed: "With Kikumaru's character, I'm afraid he's just lazy."

Gan closed his notebook helplessly: "Yamabuki's doubles combination is useless even for the Australian formation. The preparations for the Australian formation should be in vain."

The current performance of Qingxue's golden team is not even as good as that of St. Rudolph's rookie doubles team.

Tezuka looked serious: "I hope Kikumaru can learn lessons actively after today's battle."

"Game, Yamabuki Middle School wins this game, 3:2."

Setsuna watched the battle leisurely, running macro and micro controls.

The mental trait of Eggman Oishi is a field-type "big picture", and the mental trait of the dancing boy Kikumaru is actually a rare ability-type "dual-purpose". They were originally a well-matched doubles team. One was good and the other was strange, and they complemented each other. However, as a "wonder" spear, it has become a shortcoming in the combination. The current golden combination simply does not live up to its name.

In the original world of Net Kings, the name of the Qingxue Golden Group was more like a gimmick. It was during the national competition that Oishi and Kikumaru truly transformed and realized the same tune. But before the whole country, the winning rate of this golden combination was very touching. Any opponent dared to lose, even St. Rudolph's doubles could not beat him.

"Leave it to me! Eiji!"

Oishi ran hard, actively supporting Eiji in the frontcourt, and returning to defend the backcourt urgently.

But with his own strength, how could he stop the two men's attack from both sides?

Not long after, Dashi was sweating profusely, and his physical strength was very exhausted.

"Game, Yamabuki wins this game, 3:3."

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"Game, Yamabuki wins this game, 3:4."

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"Game, Yamabuki wins this game, 3:5."

In just 15 minutes, Yamabuki achieved game point.

With Yoshiki Satoshi's sophistication, it was obvious that Oishi wanted to buy time for his teammates. He also saw that Dashi's physical strength was very abundant, and it would be impossible to exhaust it to the limit by dealing with him in the same way.

If he was really allowed to hold him back and give the dancing boy time to recover, there might be a lot of variables.

Therefore, Yoshiki Satoshi and Onoe Aie exchanged a few glances and decisively chose a fast break.

In the last game, it was Kikumaru's serve again.

He reluctantly hit a ball as before, then lowered his head as if falling asleep, allowing Oishi to persevere.

"Moon-climbing interception!"

Dashi has used this trick more than ten times in a row. Apart from winning two small points by surprise at the beginning, he has now been completely seen through.

But Oishi is not trying to score, but trying to lengthen the return ball as much as possible to buy more time for Eiji to recover his strength.

Yoshiki swung the ball to Kikumaru's side easily, and Oishi immediately became stern when he saw this.

Oops, I can't catch up at this distance.

At this time, Kikumaru suddenly raised his head and leaped towards the landing point of the ball.

"Kikumaru—Beam!"

"15:0"

The tennis ball passed by the feet of Ogami who was caught off guard and won the point.

Kikumaru said energetically: "Sorry, partner, I kept you waiting for so long."

Dashi wiped his sweat and said, "It doesn't matter. Pay attention to the rhythm and prepare to counterattack."

On the other side, Yoshiki Satoshi and Onoe Aie exchanged glances.

15 minutes was not enough for that kid to fully recover.

OK, let's pressurize!

There was no need for verbal communication at all. The next moment, the momentum on the field changed drastically.

In the Australian formation, just a simple position made Oishi and Kikumaru feel a mountain of pressure.

If you are not afraid of comparing goods, you are afraid of not knowing the goods.

Faced with the signature skills of this national-level doubles team, the two Oishi felt that the Australian formation they had practiced before was as childish as playing house.

It is simply impeccable, and there is no angle at which to strike.

Kikumaru gritted his teeth and forced himself to hit the serve as tricky as possible.

The data observed outside the court are completely different from the feelings when they are actually faced on the court.

The coping method A Gan thought of before may not work.

But no matter what, I have to give it a try to atone for my slackness!
  With a few simple moves, Yoshiki and Onue easily tore huge holes in Oishi's formation.

Under Setsuna's guidance, Yoshiki and Onoe's use of the Australian formation has become more mature and smooth, and the fluency reflected in running positions, filling positions, and transitioning between offense and defense is no longer the same.

"Kikumaru-Bazooka!"

Kikumaru tried to follow Miki's suggestion, taking advantage of the two opponents to move to both sides, and aim at the gap that was revealed for a moment in the middle.

But Qian didn't have deep knowledge in doubles. He didn't see that the gap exposed by this kind of movement was poisonous bait.

The movement positions of the Australian formation are very complementary, and the wide field of vision is enough for Yoshiki Satoshi in the backcourt to see the trajectory of the ball clearly. Kikumaru's accumulated trick hit the muzzle of Yoshiki Satoshi's gun.

"Kikumaru—Beam!"

The fast crossing ball did not escape the dragnet of the Australian formation.

The two of them have tried their best, but the balance of victory is still tilting towards Shanfeng.

"Game, score 3:6, Yamabuki Middle School D2 won."

Kikumaru lay paralyzed on the ground, the little physical strength he had just recovered having been exhausted in the final game.

His eyes were full of tears and he didn't dare to get up and look at his teammates.

Oishi knelt down and comforted: "Eiji, let's leave. We will work hard together next time to make up for our shortcomings."

Kikumaru groaned and burst into tears.

"I'm sorry! Dashi! I'm sorry for you!"

With gentle words, Oishi helped the limp Kikumaru off the field.

(End of this chapter)