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

This is one of the few opportunities for the Ice Emperor's minister, Atobe Keigo, known as the Ice Emperor, to appear.

On and off the court.

Including those who came from other schools to gather intelligence, all their attention was focused on Atobe, observing his every move.

the other side.

Ishikawa left the tennis court, but did not leave directly. Instead, they passed a corner and walked a few hundred meters before entering another place where competition was taking place.

"ice King!"

"Tachikai Dai!"

“Green Mountain Green Mountain!!”

"Come on in the hexagon!"

As soon as he walked in, Ishikawa heard a lot of people talking.

But what is different from the place where we competed just now is that the people in this area look obviously more mature.

That's right.

This is where this year's high school student Kanto competition will be held. It's not that far away from the venue where junior high school students compete.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Inside the stadium.

There are young people wearing different uniforms competing.

And to be able to enter the Kanto level competition, these people are undoubtedly very powerful.

At least.

It is completely incomparable to junior high school students competing at the same level.

It is worth mentioning that.

The Kanto Tournament for high school students is different from that for junior high school students. The team competition was canceled and changed to individual competition.

So.

Every high school student who can reach the Kanto level is very powerful in his own singles.

Among them are strong players from various schools, and some are under the banner of xx club, and are obviously elite players trained by the club.

I can tell.

The competition among high school students is obviously more intense.

Bang!

Bang!

at this time.

In a certain stadium.

A fierce showdown is taking place.

"Come on, Kurokawa!"

Outside the court, a young man wearing a jacket with the words "Hojo Junior High School" printed on it shouted loudly, "That's right, that's it, let's finish off the opponent in one go!"

at this time.

The score on the court was astonishingly 3-0.

And the high school student named Kurokawa is tall and has bodybuilder-like muscles all over his body.

On the other hand, his opponent, who was short and wearing a baseball cap, looked like he was taking a beating passively.

How to look.

The probability of the opponent winning is not very high.

"As expected of Kurokawa!"

After seeing the strong young man completely dominating the course of the game, someone said with emotion: "As expected of a player from a tennis club, his strength is really extraordinary."

"Humph."

Hearing this, the young man wearing the Hojo Junior High School jacket snorted with pride and said, "Of course, the elite players of the club, how can these ordinary high school students beat them? They are totally not on the same level!"

boom!

At this time.

Kurokawa hit a powerful smash and once again took points from his opponent.

"Game!"

"Hojo Middle School Kurokawa, 4-0!"

"awesome!!!"

See this.

Those from Hojo Middle School shouted excitedly.

Kurokawa, who had the absolute advantage, folded his hands and showed off his muscles to the surrounding audience, which attracted many women to scream and cheer.

"It does look very strong, but it's a pity."

in the crowd.

A young man with purple curly hair, wearing a yellow and black jacket and carrying a tennis bag, shook his head secretly and said, "This kind of pure power style of play probably won't work in the Kanto Tournament."

but.

He glanced at the people around him, and they seemed to be immersed in the rhythm that Kurokawa would definitely win, and he sighed secretly in his heart.

"After leaving Rikkai University, it is indeed difficult to find people with whom we can share the same views."

but.

Just when he was about to leave.

But a voice rang next to him: "It's about to begin."

"Start? Start with what?"

Some people who were close looked at him in astonishment. When he discovered that it was a black-haired boy who was less than 1.7 meters tall, he couldn't help but frown and said: "Hey, kid, this is the domain of high school students, not a junior high school student like you."

The black-haired boy seemed not to have heard anything. He turned to look at the purple-haired boy and said, "The guy in the baseball cap is getting ready!"

"Are you kidding me?"

Hearing this, those people from Hojo Middle School quit.

The leader sneered: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't know. The current situation should be that the boss Kurokawa is ready to finish off his opponent in one go."

"is it?"

The black-haired boy smiled playfully.

Seeing his smile, others found it baffling, but the boy with purple curly hair understood what he meant.

Bang!

And this time.

A serve hit the young man named Kurokawa at an astonishing speed. However, he seemed to be in a daze, watching the tennis ball fly out without being able to do anything.

"15-0!"

"Liar, liar, right?"

Several members of the Hojo Middle School team who had been cheering for their boss were suddenly dumbfounded.

The man's expression changed, and he quickly explained: "Boss Kurokawa must have not paid attention and was attacked by that man. Yes, that must be the case!"

"Ah."

The black-haired boy smiled faintly.

And the boy with purple curly hair also showed a knowing smile.

Bang!

next moment.

Another serve fell.

Kurokawa still stood there like a piece of wood, watching the tennis ball bounce past him.

"30-0!"

"hiss"

Once was a coincidence.

But he scored directly twice in a row. Even people with the slowest reactions knew that the young man in the baseball cap had exerted his strength!

"No, it's impossible!"

on the field.

Kurokawa, a tall and burly young man with short hair, holds the racket tightly with both hands. He spread his legs and assumed a posture of being ready: "I am an elite member of the club and I hope to become a professional player within two years. How can I not even be able to catch the ball from a guy like you?"

Bang!

however.

The opponent hit the ball again.

Looking at the tennis ball falling to the ground, Kurokawa swallowed back the harsh words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"40-0!"

Tick ​​tock!

A drop of cold sweat slid down Heichuan's forehead.