The Great Demon King of Internet

Chapter 18, Tears of the Weak
  Setsuna stood up and did simple warm-up exercises. Looking at Nan and Dongfang, he couldn't help but joked: "It's too young to be seen through so easily."

Nan said helplessly: "I really don't want to fight against this kind of person who plays with data."

"How could we not meet each other in three years of junior high school? Maybe you will meet again in this Kanto competition. Before that, you should seize the time to understand the Australian formation thoroughly. This code tactic is still too childish, don't waste too much time Work harder. Once you master the Australian formation, even if they know your habits, they won't be able to deal with it."

Afterwards, Setsuna turned back to Onoe and Yoshiki and said, "Two seniors, please take care of them."

"Don't worry, Minister, leave it to us."

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"The S3 singles match between Yamabuki and Seigaku is about to begin. Players from both sides are invited to enter."

The warm-up was completed in an instant, and I was leisurely getting ready to play in my slippers.

Qianshi reminded: "Minister, you didn't change your shoes!"

Setsuna kicked the slippers off the field and went on the field barefoot.

"Changing shoes is too much trouble."

Outside the court, Atobe, Inoue Mamoru and others became serious, finally seeing the mysterious minister Yamabuki appear.

Even the noise from other spectators gradually subsided, because everyone was particularly interested in Yamabuki, the first-year minister.

Moreover, this is Minister Yamabuki's first public battle, and his opponent is none other than Fuji Shusuke, who is known as a genius from Dark Horse Seigaku. As early as in elementary school, Fuji's unrestrained counterattacks and creative playing style won unanimous praise from many famous tennis critics, who believed that he was a good prospect with the potential of a professional tennis player.

Furthermore, Fuji Shusuke has never been defeated in any known public battle.

Who can be better, the minister who leads Yamabuki's powerful school or the genius who leads the dark horse school?

"Huadi, record every detail!"

"Yes!"

"Zhisha, do your best to capture."

"Don't worry, senior. I will definitely take photos of the most handsome Fuji Shusuke!"

"Be serious!!!"

On Qingxue's side, Fuji, who had finished warming up, was ready to play.

Tezuka stepped forward with a serious expression and whispered: "Fuer, don't hold back, use all your strength from the beginning."

Fujii looked at Tezuka with a solemn expression and nodded.

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Guess first in front of the net, and Fuji will take the lead.

Fuji looked at the bare feet for a moment, frowned and said: "Classmate, please put on your shoes first, I can wait for you."

Setsuna smiled and said: "No, just attack us."

"If you say so."

Fuji said nothing more, and remembered what Tezuka had just said. He looked at the man standing with a leisurely look and relaxed, and then picked up a tennis ball with three fingers.

Turn the ball slightly, then swing the racket from bottom to top, hitting the tennis ball in a cutting motion.

Fuji Shusuke has always hidden his special skill of serving, a low-altitude serve.

The spectators outside the court widened their eyes, this kind of serve is really rare.

"This ball will disappear!"

The moment the tennis ball bounced up, it vibrated irregularly as if it had been injected with chicken blood, and suddenly disappeared into the air.

The audience opened their mouths and disappeared! The tennis ball is gone!

"Oh, interesting."

In an instant, he stretched out his arms, swung the racket rapidly in the air, and a shadow of a tennis ball flashed past on the opposite court.

"0:15"

Fuji froze in place. He never thought that when the opponent encountered this serve for the first time, he could easily counterattack and hit him accurately in the blind spot on the other side of the court.

"Hey, how could such a childish serve have any effect on that guy?"

Akutsu walked directly to Yamabuki's lounge and sat on Setsuna's seat.

Qianshi smiled and said: "You came back at the right time, Akutsu, the battle with the minister has just begun."

Akutsu glanced at Qianshi impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense and watch the game!"

On the court, Setsuna smiled and said: "Adding a rotation axis to the tennis ball, combined with a cutting serve, can make the trajectory of the ball change irregularly. It is a very creative idea. However, it can only work on opponents who are not good at seeing. .With such a slow ball speed, if the trajectory is accurately judged, the power of the serve will not even be as good as an ordinary flat serve."

Hearing this, Fuji did not respond. Instead, he walked to the serving area on the other side and continued to serve stubbornly at low altitude.

This time, he adjusted the cutting force and angle to the limit. At the same time, the next moment after serving, Zhou Zhu moved directly to the net.

Setsuna sighed: "No one listens to advice."

The SLR hair extension was done in a leisurely manner, and the pace of forward movement was accurately aimed.

This ball was aimed right at the foot, which is most difficult to deal with when serving and netting.

Fuji reluctantly fought back, but the return ball went directly into the net.

"0:30"

Atobe outside the field looked at Setsuna, his eyes full of excitement.

Are you a discerning player like me?
  Without excellent eyesight, it is impossible to accurately grasp the opportunities for these two goals!
  Setsuna commented: "I was able to receive it, and the response was pretty good."

Fuji let out a sigh of relief. Facing the minister, although the opponent did not show his sharpness, he felt a mountain of pressure after just two goals.

Standing on the service area again, Fuji threw the ball high and hit an extremely standard high-speed serve. Aiming at the forehand area of ​​the moment, the tennis ball bounced slightly lower.

If you want to return the ball instantly, it is most appropriate to use topspin.

I didn't expect that I would fight back with a triple attack in the first game. No matter what, let's restore the decline first.

Fuji thought to himself, waiting patiently for Setsuna's counterattack.

Setsuna squinted at the serve.

The angle is not tricky, so topspin is the best choice. Is it to prepare the ground for the next shot? Hey, let’s test you and see what your S-class potential is.

Setsuna cooperated and hit topspin, but the return hit was a sweet spot.

Fuji's eyes lit up, and he already took a posture to return the ball, with his racket directly hitting the incoming ball.

"Three-fold counterattack - Feiyan returns..."

The moment he caught the ball, the force from the racket instantly disrupted Fuji's rhythm.

"Good weight!"

Fuji tried his best to use his wrist to resolve the force, let the tennis ball roll on the racket, and managed to hit the flying swallow back to the nest.

However, because the return angle was not controlled well, the ball was not played perfectly. There was still a gap of several centimeters between the tennis ball and the ground.

"Oh, that's really dangerous. Isn't it a return ball that doesn't bounce?"

In an instant, he lowered his racket and scooped it up, hitting the ball back easily.

Qian said in disbelief: "Fu Er's flying swallow made a mistake in returning to the nest?"

Tezuka shook his head and said, "No, it was because Yamabuki-san's return was too heavy and exceeded the upper limit of Fuji's control."

After a few simple rounds, Fuji's court was torn open with a huge gap, and Setsuna easily counterattacked and scored.

"0:40"

At this time, Tezuka on the Seigaku coaching bench and Atobe outside the field all frowned in unison, extremely surprised by Setsuna's suppressive power.

Inoue Mamoru sighed: "As expected of Yamabuki's new minister, his tennis foundation is too deep."

Shiba Saori asked curiously: "Tennis basics?"

"That's right, I didn't use any of those weird special skills. I just used power, rotation, angle, and ball speed to firmly control the rhythm of the court and easily crushed Fuji Shusuke. To be honest, after watching these few balls, There is no suspense in this match, Fuji is far from Setsuna’s opponent.”

Shiba Saori was surprised: "Setsuna Hatada is so powerful."

Inoue Mamoru nodded and said: "Yes, he is not as strong as a junior high school student. With the strength he has shown now, I think he can even be compared to the high school students in the U17 training camp."

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"Game, Setsuna wins this game, 0:1, change sides."

Fuji's face turned a little pale and his mind was a little confused.

What happened in these few balls just now? It was obvious that his returns were quite satisfactory, but he collapsed after just hitting them?

Akutsujin in the audience snorted, the so-called genius was nothing more than that, and his performance in the first battle with that guy was far inferior to his own.

"No two, no two!!"

When the scene was changing, Tezuka stopped Fujisuke who was in a daze.

"What's wrong, Tezuka?"

Tezuka wanted to give some advice, but he couldn't say it for some reason. He could only encourage: "Don't be careless!"

Fuji smiled in relief and nodded vigorously.

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Easy side to fight again, instant serve.

It felt a little nerve-wracking for a moment. It had been a long time since I played golf seriously. How much strength should I use to serve? Let’s use 70% first.

Swish!
  The sound of a tennis ball bouncing off the wall behind Ku Er.

The referees on the field and the audience off the field were all silent, and Fuji was also frozen in place.

The referee was stunned for a while and said quickly: "Photo, camera crew, watch the replay!"

"Boundary, within bounds."

"0:15"

The audience instantly erupted in uproar.

"Oh my god! Did you serve just now? I didn't see it at all!"

"Me too!"

Mamoru Inoue rubbed his eyes: "This serve is definitely at a professional level, Shisa, did you get the shot?"

"No, no, it was too fast just now!"

"You! Oh... give me the camera."

On Qingxue's side, Dashi said: "Do you see clearly?"

Everyone looked ugly and answered the question in silence, including Kikumaru who had the best dynamic vision.

Inui Sadaharu looked at the numbers on the speedometer and gritted his teeth and said: "Fuer, I met opponents of different levels, a powerful and terrifying opponent."

Outside the court, Atobe's face was livid, because with his insight, he had only seen a trace of the ball just now.

"What was the speed of the ball just now?"

"227km/h, Huadi... very surprised..."

227? This ball speed has reached the level of ordinary professional level. There is a master of this level in Neon Junior High School?
  …………

Oh, oh, oh, 70% of the ball speed is too high? Let's lower it to 50%. Really, the full training uniform doesn’t have much restrictive effect?

While thinking about it, Setsuna swung the racket again, this time lowering the ball speed to about 200km/h.

And this ball speed has already broken the current fastest serving speed in junior high school, which is still too strenuous for Fuji.

However, after the guidance of the U17 professional coach, Fuji's overall quality has been greatly improved, and he still managed to react and successfully hit the ball back.

The speed of the ball has dropped a lot, and the opponent has kept his hand?

There was no time to think about it, and a suffocating offensive swept over him. Just like the last two goals in the previous game, with just a few counterattacks, Fuji was dragged around like a marionette.

We can't go on like this, we must find a way to break the situation!

Fuji adjusted the direction of the racket and hit the lob with all his strength!
  "Oh, what a chance!"

In an instant, he jumped up lightly and aimed a smash at the blind spot of Fuji's court.

Fuji on the other side of the field quickly turned around, turned his back to Setsuna Hata, and prepared an elegant counterattack.

"Three-fold counterattack - brown bear caught."

He lunged forward, his arms spreading like a roc's wings to greet the ball.

Inui Sadaharu's eyes lit up: "As expected of Fuji, I am going to break the game with the brown bear net, and the smash ball is completely useless against Fuji..."

Boom! The tennis ball bounced in the blind spot of the Fuji court and slowly popped up.

"0:30"

Inui Sadaharu was speechless.

Fuji once again froze in place because he swung his racket and missed the ball.

Setsuna looked at Fuji with a half-smile: "Using the centrifugal force of the body's rotation, there is indeed enough kinetic energy to cope with the power of smashing the ball. However, why do you take it for granted that you can accurately judge me by turning your back and not looking at the ball? What about the path of the ball?”

Everyone saw with their own eyes the shot just now. The smash ball played in the blink of an eye cleverly traced an arc, just around the surface of Fuji's racket, and accurately hit the blind spot of the court.

At that time, Fuji was turning his back and was in a blind spot.

The second move of the triple counterattack was also completely broken. In addition, there was no wind in the field at this time, so Fuji was helpless.

As for the flying swallow returning to its nest, there is no need for it. As long as Fuji shows signs of tempting Setsuna to hit topspin, the ensuing counterattack will be beyond the limit of his control, and the flying swallow returned to the nest will not reach the level of completely touching the ground, which is no different from giving away points.

"Game, Setsuna wins this game, 0:2"

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"Game, Setsuna wins this game, 0:3"

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In the fifth game, the wind finally picked up, and as if grabbing a life-saving straw, Fuji hit the third style of triple counterattack - White Whale.

When he stood in the front court, he looked at the spinning trajectory of the tennis ball and stood there leisurely. With this kind of rotation, you can tell at a glance that it will bounce back.

Sure enough, the tennis ball bounced up in the backcourt and flew straight towards Setsuna's ear.

Setsuna didn't even look back, he put the racket upright next to his head. The flying tennis ball just hit the racket and bounced into the dead center of the front court on Fuji's side.

Setsuna didn't even bother to comment on this white whale, but only gave him a meaningful look.

Fuji's face turned pale, and his three-fold counterattack was like a child playing house. It was broken casually in a relaxed and freehand way, which shocked him deeply.

"Boring!" Akutsu was too lazy to continue reading and left directly.

The white whale also became Fuji's final struggle in this game. Until the last ball of the game, after a few simple rounds, Setsuna accurately hit the blind spot.

Fuji flew to save the ball, but he was a step too late, and his body fell hard to the ground, with blood flowing from his knees.

"Game, Setsuna Hata wins this game, 0:5. In the medical team, a player is injured, time out!"

Everyone from Qingxue hurriedly came on stage, and together with the teachers from the medical team, helped Fuji, who was lying on the ground, to the rest area.

Setsuna also walked off the stage with a leisurely expression and took the drink handed over by Qian Shi.

"Thank you for your hard work, Minister!"

"Hard work? Stop making trouble, I didn't even break a sweat."

The old man smiled and said, "How do you feel?"

Setsuna sighed: "It's not satisfactory. The potential is indeed there. He has two spiritual traits, both of which are abilities, namely 'Creation' and 'Wind Sense'. Unfortunately, the things created are flashy and the Wind Sense is just It’s only superficial. Moreover, Fuji’s spiritual practice is too shallow. Unfortunately, I have been looking forward to S-class potential for so long, but the result is not satisfactory.”

"Have you not forgotten the three-part agreement with Brother Mifune?"

Setsuna paused while drinking the drink.

"Of course...I haven't forgotten that I'm wearing training clothes and I'm not using another dimension. Isn't it against the rules?"

"Then what's the third one?"

"The third rule... be merciful... I just made a move that was probably, maybe, probably, probably not too severe..."

The old man nodded towards Qingxue's seat and motioned for a moment to look to the other side.

Looking closely in an instant, he saw Fuji holding a drink and not drinking. He just sat there blankly in his seat, letting the teacher from the medical team stop the bleeding.

The people in Qingxue beside him were talking all over him, but Fuji didn't respond.

His eyes were empty, his face was pale, and he was obviously on the verge of collapse.

Hiss~~ He took a deep breath and asked Xiang Banlao in a low voice: "It seems to have gone too far. What should I do?"

The old man spread his hands and said, "The reward is given to you anyway, you have to decide what to do."

Setsuna sighed: "It's troublesome, so let's put some more water in."

Qianshi on the side heard the words and hesitated: "Let the water go? Wouldn't this be bad? What should I do if someone sees it?"

Setsuna made a confident gesture: "Don't worry, my acting skills are professional!"

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On Qingxue's side, everyone yelled for a long time before Fuji came back to his senses.

Yamato advised tactfully: "Fuer, since you are injured, why don't you give up?"

Dashi also advised: "Injury is an emergency, so don't force yourself too much."

Fuji shook his head and stood up from his seat despite the pain.

There seemed to be two voices in his ears. One said: Stop beating him, otherwise he will suffer humiliation for nothing. Another said: Are you willing? Didn't even score a single point and retired like a lost dog?
  In a daze, he saw Tezuka standing in front of him and looked at him for a long time.

"Can we continue?"

Seeing the trust and worry hidden in Tezuka's eyes, a smile finally appeared on Fuji's face, and he nodded firmly.

Tezuka nodded in response and told the referee: "Keep playing."

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Dragging his bandaged injured leg back onto the field, Fuji felt full of self-mockery.

Just now I told A Gan not to put too much pressure on him, just do your best. Now, I can't see it anymore.

However, even if I can win 1 goal, I don’t want to leave any regrets today! !

Regaining his fighting spirit, Fuji looked firmly at the terrifying opponent in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, he threw the ball to a height that was neither too high nor too low, and lazily hit the ball with the racket in his hand.

The tennis ball missed the net.

"Oops~~Mistake~~"

Seeing this scene, the whole place was silent.

The referee was stunned for several seconds and announced: "Fault!"

The second serve came in an instant, and it was a soft serve that missed the net again.

"Oops~~ Another mistake~~"

"Double fault! 15:0"

Fuji Shusuke stared at this scene with wide eyes and disbelief. Then he gradually lowered his head, biting his lip, and hid his eyes in Liu Hai.

A violent uproar suddenly erupted in the audience.

“What are you doing??”

"Openly letting water go?"

"Is there any mistake!!!"

As Shanchui stood aside, everyone lowered their heads. Even his companion turned his head and rubbed his eyes.

Qianshi covered his head and muttered in a low voice: "Buchou, your acting is too fake!"

Setsuna narrowed his eyes and glanced at Qianshi: "Qianshi, didn't I act sincerely?"

Qianshi was shocked. He could hear such a small sound. Are your ears so good, Minister?
  At this time, before waiting for another round of serving, Fuji suddenly raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and stared directly at Setsuna with two cold eyes.

"What do you mean? Are you pitying me?! Are you humiliating me?!!"

Hearing this, Setsuna laughed happily.

The harmless cub finally learned to show its teeth?
  Unfortunately, it’s not wild enough.

Setsuna held the racket and joked: "How about pity you? What about humiliating you? Do you want to cry for me?"

Fuji closed his eyes tightly, and after a few seconds, he opened them suddenly.

He raised his racket high and pointed directly at Setsuna.

"Serve! Serve!!!"

Setsuna shrugged: "Well, since you don't want to accept heaven, I'll let you enjoy hell!"

On the coaching bench, Mr. Ban sighed.

Qianshi asked: "What's the matter, Mr. Ban?"

"You still remember Setsuna's evil play, right?"

Qian Shi nodded with lingering fear. He almost collapsed from being played at the beginning.

"Setsuna is already using it."

"what???"

"Watch Fuji Shusuke carefully."

Qianshi looked over after hearing this, and saw Fuji Zhousuke as if facing a formidable enemy. His body was tense, his expression was solemn, and a little bloodshot could be seen faintly in his eyes. He was obviously in a state of high concentration.

The old man said slowly: "Just now Setsuna said that Fuji should experience hell. And now it's Setsuna's serve. What do you think Fuji will associate with it?"

Qianshi thought for a while and suddenly realized: "The one the minister served in the first round was 227km/h."

"Yes, if you can successfully hit this ball back, you can build up your confidence and even survive a desperate situation. Therefore, Fuji's spirit will be highly tense and he will squeeze himself to the limit."

At this time, the referee looked at Mo Mo, who was still preparing to shoot the tennis ball, and urged: "Classmate, serve quickly, it's about to time out."

Setsuna nodded, his expression still unhurried.

Banlao continued his analysis: "If I'm not wrong, this shot in the blink of an eye..."

At this time, Setsuna threw the ball high and fully stretched his body, just like the action when serving the ball at 227km/h.

coming soon! Fuji stared intently at Setsuna's movements. This time, I must see it clearly!

"Can't cross the Internet..."

Following Lao Youyou's words, he swung the ball with lightning speed. The moment it came into contact with the tennis ball, it returned to laziness and the tennis ball caught the net again.

"Fault!"

"You!!!" Fuji's body staggered, going from being extremely nervous to being forced to relax, and his head felt dizzy.

Qianshi was stunned: "Lao Ban, you are right!"

"Xiao Qianshi, have you ever heard of the old saying from the ancient Eastern countries: once you gain strength, it will fade again and again, and then you will be exhausted?"

"I've heard this story."

"So the second time, it was still a false shot."

On the field, Setsuna smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, it's just a joke, this time it's going to be serious, watch out!"

Throwing the ball up again, this time, the racket fell decisively.

The tennis ball flies quickly towards Fuji's court, but the speed is only 200km/h.

Fuji cheer up, I saw it, I can catch it!
  He was so nervous that he didn't realize that the ball was not the 227 that he couldn't see clearly.

Just as he was about to step forward to catch the ball, the tennis ball rubbed against the net and fell into the receiving area.

Upon seeing this, the referee announced: "Wipe the net and try again."

Fuji's body went limp and he almost fell to his knees. He was highly concentrated twice and forced to relax twice. Venus seemed to appear before his eyes.

Banlao shook his head and said: "The third time is when you get serious. Xiao Qianshi, let me ask you. If you swear to death to accomplish something, but find that it is an unattainable goal, your determination Like a clown, what would you do?"

Qianshi thought about it seriously: "I will collapse."

"Yes, this is the situation Fuji is facing now. I think that if he can stand on the court again, he must be determined to 'at least score one point'. But no matter how hard he works, with his current situation Ability, the 227Km/h serve should not be caught. So, if Setsuna ends the game with four ACE balls, what do you think Fuji will do?"

Qianshi said in horror: "My confidence in playing tennis will be shattered!"

"Yes, so the future of tennis depends on how Setsuna serves."

On the field, his ears twitched for a moment, and he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "Old man, forget it, give me some face."

Throw the ball and swing the racket, but the ball speed is still 200km/h.

Drink! Fujisuke stepped forward and received the serve steadily.

The two sides came and went, starting a stable tug-of-war.

Qianshi let out a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the minister showed mercy."

Suddenly, Qianshi felt something was wrong and turned around to ask Xiang Banlao.

"Lao Ban, can the minister hear what we whispered just now?"

The old man laughed and said, "Who knows."

The corners of Qianshi's mouth twitched a few times, and he turned his head and said depressedly: "Lao Ban, I feel like I'm a big idiot."

"Oh hehehe, how could it be possible? Xiao Qianshi is still very smart."

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"Game, Setsuna Hata wins, the score is 0:6. The battle between Yamabuki Middle School and Youth Academy ends here, the total score is 3:0, the winner is Yamabuki Middle School!"

Fuji Shusuke collapsed on the ground helplessly.

In the end, we lost and didn’t get a single point.

But I don’t know why, but I don’t feel that disappointed. I even feel that my mood when playing tennis has changed a lot.

Because I really tried my best and played every ball until the end.

It's just...he's so strong...

On the other side of the net, Setsuna had already put on his slippers and looked at Fuji Shusuke with a smile: "The last few balls were a bit interesting. Keep working hard."

Fuji lay on the ground with his right arm in front of his eyes: "Thanks for the advice..."

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Outside the court, Atobe stood up and gave Setsuna a meaningful look.

"Let's go, Huadi!"

"Yes!"

Audiences from other schools also left the venue in twos and threes, still excitedly discussing the battle just now.

Inoue Mamoru took a satisfactory photo and left in a hurry with Shiba Saori, preparing to write an impromptu article.

On the school bus back to school, Fuji leaned back on the seat by the window, with a towel covering his face, as if he was falling asleep.

"Fu Er..."

Oishi picked up a bottle of water. Because Fuji hadn't replenished his water for half a day, Oishi wanted to ask him if he was thirsty, but Tezuka stopped him.

"Let him be alone."

Under the towel, Fuji Shusuke had tears streaming down his face.

　Do you think that when the big devil Zhang Yining let off steam with her poor acting skills, did Fukuhara Ai's Taoist heart collapse?

　　
  　
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