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

"nothing."

Mao Li shook his head, but sighed in his heart.

Raising his head, he looked in front of him, at the young man with a calm pace and a straight back: "I thought I could catch up with him, but now it seems that I was too naive."

Perhaps it was because of the two days of competition and traveling that his condition declined a bit and his mental state was also somewhat abnormal.

And the other side.

The direction of the Indian team.

The eyes of all the players were locked on Ishikawa. After all, the opponent is the leader of the Japanese team this time. The last time they faced off against the Korean team, they showed extraordinary tennis skills and are their biggest threat in this competition.

but.

After seeing Ishikawa's appearance, many people secretly raised their eyebrows.

Kiran Rajput, the staff officer who was in second place, sighed softly: "The leader of the Japanese team is younger than the one on TV!"

"Ah."

Tarun Sharma nodded: "He and Byodoin have two different styles. Although I don't know why, the head coach of the Japanese team arranged for him to replace Byodoin, but his strength is definitely above Ochi!"

"Ozhi Moonlight?"

When Jilan heard this, his eyes fell on the young man who was as tall as an iron tower. Deep in his eyes, there was a glimmer of danger.

"This time, the winner must be me!"

After a while.

Both parties entering the venue performed a simple ceremony in front of the net and then exited the court.

Subsequently.

The radio sounded again.

"Now, the singles 3 match is about to begin."

"Indian team representative Atla Loha (high 2), against Japan team representative Omagari Ryuji (high 3)."

"Please prepare both players."

The words fell.

The eyes of the audience fell on the two teams' camps on both sides of the court.

Team India side.

A dark-skinned, medium-build, black-haired young man walked out. This person's face was expressionless, and his whole person seemed to have an indescribable sense of distance.

"It's so dark!"

Seeing this person, Hakamada Izo couldn't help but complain: "Are you sure this is a player from the Indian team, not a representative from the African region?"

"You're wrong about that."

At this time, Mitsuya, a staff officer, explained: "Due to historical reasons, India is mainly divided into two types of people. One is the Aryans who are the ruling class in the north, and the other is the enslaved Dalits."

"According to the rules of the Varna hierarchy, people in India are generally divided into four classes: Brahmans who represent the gods, Kshatriyas who are the ruling class, Vaishyas who represent the production class, and finally Shudras who are untouchable."

"Lohar, which means blacksmith, belongs to the lower caste in India and is the lowest class."

"The lowest class?"

Everyone frowned subconsciously.

India gave them a feeling of confusion, and most of the representatives of the first team had never played against the Indian team.

Everyone present.

That is, the four of them, Ochi, Kaji, Daqu, and Kimijima, met this team once more than a year ago when they participated in the expedition with Byodoin.

In a blink of an eye.

It is almost the end of the second World Cup season, and the Indian team's players have also changed.

For example, they had never seen the dark-skinned young man in front of them before.

"Atra Loha."

After a pause, Mitsuya introduced: "He is 16 years old and is the No. 3 player on the Indian team. Information shows that his parents died in a car accident when he was a teenager. In order to support his young sister, he worked in a black brick factory at the age of 10."

"Later, he was discovered by Arvid Vyas, the head coach of the Indian team, and was brought into the Indian U17."

"Atra Loha came into contact with tennis at the age of 12 and has extraordinary talent. After years of hard work, he defeated powerful opponents who had gone through elite training and became the third best player in the Indian team. His strength is extraordinary!"

"Well."

After hearing Mitsuya's introduction, everyone couldn't help but take a second look at the expressionless young man.

But when they looked again, they suddenly felt that there was an indescribable sense of oppression coming from the other party.

"Brother, come on!!!"

at the same time.

A girl's voice was heard from the first row outside the stadium. Everyone looked over and saw a wheat-colored girl wearing a light-colored short-sleeved shirt, with her hands in the shape of a megaphone, shouting loudly.

And after hearing this voice, the mood of the young man who was as black as coal on the court changed slightly, and he showed a faint smile.

"forgive me."

At this time.

In the direction of the Japanese team, a bearded young man wearing a woolen hat rubbed his head in pain: "Players with such emotional ties are the most difficult to deal with."

That being said.

However, Daqu still stepped into the court. His seemingly sloppy back gave people an invisible sense of security.

"strangeness."

But Yuan Zheya seemed to have discovered something, and he was a little surprised and said: "Did I see it wrong? Why is the badge on senior Daqu's hat upside down?"

"badge?"

Mao Li frowned slightly and looked intently at the big bent head that turned around on the court.

really.

I saw the badge on the other person's head, which clearly read [No. 9], exactly the same as the number on Maori's collar.

"Senior Daqu."

Mao Li raised his eyebrows slightly.

He had a hunch that this senior, who usually had a loose and careless image, was definitely not as simple as he seemed on the outside.

And this time.

The two silent parties finished guessing the sides under the guidance of the referee and then retreated to the baseline.

"The game will be a best-of-three-set format!"

Sitting on the high chair, after confirming the status of both teams, the referee said solemnly: "First set, the Japanese team's representative will serve in Osaka, and the game is over!"

The words fell.

The huge stadium fell silent instantly.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Daqu.

Chapter 319 A long tug-of-war, a showdown of endurance

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

on the field.

Daqu bends down to play tennis.

He feels the tennis ball and observes his opponent.

Atla Loha.

The opponent's name was unfamiliar, but his aura of indifference made him dare not underestimate him.

Bang!

Immediately.

Daqu hit a decent serve.

The opponent also made a very smooth counterattack. The two of them stayed close to the baseline and hit each other's tennis balls near the baseline.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Several times in a row.

The tennis ball crossed back and forth across the court.

Seeing this, Kiran, the representative of the Indian team, nodded and said: "It can be seen that both sides are ready to restrict the opponent to the bottom line."

“That’s Loja’s strength.”

A fair-skinned representative of the Indian team said with a smile.

Hear the words.

The other companions nodded.

If we say, among the entire Indian U17 tennis team, who has the strongest endurance? Including General Sharma and Staff Officer Kiran, they all had to admit that it was this dark-skinned young man.

In terms of endurance, not even two people dared to compete with it.

"The Japanese team's players have fallen into Loha's trap."

Another white-skinned Indian team player also laughed and said: "The opponent is like accidentally stepping on a bear trap. He will gradually exhaust his physical energy, bleed out of blood, and fall on the court."