I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

As the game continued, the entire court was filled with the sound of crisp, decisive hits and the referee's voice constantly announcing Ishikawa's scores.

In the blink of an eye.

Six or seven minutes.

Next to Ishikawa's name on the scoreboard, the number '5' was written. On the other hand, Fuji still hadn't scored a single point so far.

"huhuhuhu"

at this time.

Because of the continuous suppression, the mental burden on Bu Er was too heavy, and his physical energy consumption was greater than usual. He bent over and gasped heavily.

"Fu Er."

On the edge of the field.

Inoue Kazushige looked at the tired-looking brown-haired boy with a look of sympathy on his face.

"He has very bad luck."

Inoue sighed: "If I had met someone else instead of Ishikawa, I wouldn't be so embarrassed."

Inoue felt very sorry that the tennis genius he admired had become a background figure for others.

"maybe."

Nanjiro said noncommittally: "But the real problem of this young man from Seigaku lies with himself."

"Wha, what do you mean?"

Zhi looked over in confusion.

Inoue also looked over with curiosity.

"Didn't you notice?"

Nanjiro shook his head and said, "This kid named Fuji has no desire to win the game. His playing style is too casual. If the ball exceeds his ability to counterattack, he will not try hard to fight for it."

Nanjiro has seen too many so-called geniuses like this.

All of them had extraordinary tennis talents since childhood, and they stepped onto the court step by step under the patronage of the crowd.

but.

After all, the flowers in the greenhouse are too delicate.

When facing a truly cruel opponent, those people who have been smooth sailing all the way will be completely annihilated by everyone else when they lose their own brilliance.

However, as a former senior of Seigaku, Nanjiro did not want the other party to be unable to recover from this setback.

But this is something he cannot change.

If this young man cannot truly find the meaning of playing tennis, then not only the next game, but also his future tennis career will probably come to an end.

"So. What would you do? Teenagers!"

Nanjiro looked at Fuji, who had a blank expression on his face and switched places with his opponent, with great interest.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

on the field.

Following Ishikawa's tee shot.

The game completely entered the final garbage time.

Even the members of Seigaku no longer had any hope. Moreover, they could convince themselves that even the national-level player Tachibana of Fudomine lost to Ishikawa. It didn't seem so hard to accept Fuji losing the game.

The same thought also came to Budu himself.

“Do I really need to keep going?”

"Is there really any point in continuing this match where there is no chance of winning?"

"My opponent is so strong, if I lose to him, no one will laugh at me, right?"

All kinds of thoughts.

It kept emerging in Bu Er's mind.

"elder brother!!"

However, just when he was about to be convinced by himself, his younger brother Yuta's voice rang in his ears: "Come on, don't give up!!!"

"Yuta?"

Bu Er's heart moved.

His mind immediately flashed with his brother's anxious look. However, he was so tired that even opening his eyes was very difficult.

"Fuji Shusuke!"

At this time, a familiar voice sounded: "You have completely defeated me, so this should be more than what you have done, right?"

"Is it Guanyue?"

From the other person's voice, Fuji recognized it as Guanyue, the manager of St. Rudolph's tennis club.

Even the other party is cheering for me?

Bu Er couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

"Come on! Fuji (senpai)!"

At this time.

The cheers from the Qingxue students could be heard.

This warmed Bu Er's heart, who was about to give up.

"Yes!"

“I’m never alone.”

"And everyone, stand behind me."

Thinking of this, his fighting spirit, which had almost disappeared, burned up again.

"Fu Er!"

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in his heart.

"Tezuka?"

Fuji's heart trembled.

But then he realized that it wasn't really Tezuka speaking, but the childish voice from that street venue two years ago.

"I promise you, I'll fight you again in the future."

Tezuka, who had a childish face, said this in a firm tone.

"it is good!"

On the other side, an equally immature brown-haired boy nodded solemnly and said, "Before that, I won't lose to anyone!"

Swish!

The original agreement.

At this moment, all of them appeared in Fuji's mind.

He remembered what he had promised Tezuka. At the same time, the faces of those sincere people cheering him on also emerged in his mind.

"Yes."

The feeling of frustration deep in my heart completely disappeared, replaced by a strong desire and fighting spirit.

"How can I lose in this place!"

Tap! !

Thinking so.

Fuji, who was already unable to catch up with the tennis ball, suddenly sped up and hit the tennis ball before it hit the ground for the second time.

"Call back?"

The members of Hyotei were somewhat surprised.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Subsequently.

Ishikawa started to hit the ball left and right, and Fuji was also mobilized to run back and forth.

"Well!"

Seeing this, Taocheng, Haitang and others from Qingxue said with a somewhat unpleasant look on their faces: "This guy, he obviously has the upper hand, but he still humiliates Senior Fuji like this!"

In their opinion, Ishikawa obviously did this on purpose to embarrass Fuji in public.

"Do not."

However, Tezuka next to him suddenly said, "It's not what you think. Ishikawa's return shots are all very tricky. He is not deliberately teasing Fuji."

"Yes."

Qian also nodded outside the wire fence and said, "If it were the situation just now, Fuji would have lost points in these few attacks."

"Then, what's that for?"

Horio and the others asked with bewildered expressions.

"It is clear."

Echizen raised his head, and a gleam of light flashed in his dark green eyes under the brim of his hat: "Fuji-senpai's reaction and speed improved at the last moment of the game!"

"Really?"