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

"Light ball!"

Reinhardt spoke.

A player of his level naturally knew what this trick was. But because of this, his gaze towards Tokugawa became even more solemn.

"If I remember correctly, he's only in the second year of high school, right?"

Hopkins said in a serious tone: "How could such a character not even be ranked in the top five of the Japanese team?"

“It’s really exaggerated.”

Reinhardt nodded.

The strength shown by Tokugawa is at least in the top ten in the world, and he can be the main force of any team except the big four. Even this light shot is quite powerful.

of course.

The top players of other teams also have some hidden cards in their cards. Tokugawa's strength is not enough to shake their position. For example, Reinhardt himself is confident that he can hit the ball back.

However, just because he can do it doesn't mean others can do it too.

Just like Obondu who was blown away by the light ball, this kind of powerful shot has exceeded the destructive power of ordinary cognition. After all, in the cognition of ordinary people, tennis cannot cause such terrible damage.

“Dudu!!”

Balentin on the court ran over eagerly to see what was happening. However, he saw that most of Obondu's clothes were torn, and his face looked very bad and listless.

but.

What Balentin was most concerned about was his partner's right hand, which was holding the racket. At this time, Obondu's right arm was obviously drooping, which looked completely different from his left arm.

"Could it be that"

"I, I'm fine!"

Seeing his teammates' anxious expressions, Obangdu quickly struggled to stand up. But when he subconsciously tried to move his right hand, the piercing pain in his arm made him gasp.

"It's over!"

Seeing this, the expressions of the American players outside the court froze. Judging from the opponent's reaction, his right hand might have been fractured the moment he caught the ball.

"Stop being brave."

Balentin stared at his partner with a serious expression: "Are you going to complete this match at the cost of ruining your tennis career?"

"Cough, cough, cough."

Facing his partner's questioning, Ou Bangdu coughed twice instinctively. He seemed to be choked, and his black face was obviously red.

Then, he took a deep breath and said with a serious look: "If the success of the American team requires me to sacrifice my arm as a price, I will never regret it!"

At the end, he looked at his teammates with extremely serious eyes.

"This"

Balentin was also stunned.

He didn't expect that his partner would make such a resolute decision. He wanted to refute, but the other party's firm eyes made him tremble inwardly.

Balentin knew that if he were in Obondu's position, he would probably make the same choice.

therefore.

The exhortation came to his lips, but he swallowed it back.

"That's it!"

But at this moment, a cold voice sounded. Everyone turned around and saw the captain of the American team, Reinhardt, walking to the edge of the court with a serious look.

"Mr. Referee."

He said to the referee politely: "We, the American team, choose to forfeit this game."

"Ralph!"

Upon hearing this, Ou Bangdu's face suddenly changed.

Because he knew very well how difficult and heavy the word "forget" was for Reinhardt, who was determined to lead the US team to the top of the world and become the top team.

"I'm the captain, I have the final say."

However, in response to Obondo's reaction, Reinhart simply said calmly: "Moreover, if the success of the US team is based on destroying the tennis careers of its own players, then I don't want this so-called 'success'."

"Ralph (Captain)"

These words stunned Obondu, Balentin and other players of the American team.

The American team's morale had been low due to the incident with Obondo and the amazing strength displayed by Tokugawa, but after Reinhardt said this, the situation was reversed.

"Do not worry."

As if seeing the hesitation in his partner's eyes, Reinhardt smiled and said, "The future is still long. Even if we lose this time, our successor will ascend to that position sooner or later!"

"team leader!"

Hearing this, the junior high school students on the American team, led by Rocky Elvis, were cheered up.

Infected by Reinhardt, everyone clenched their fists and the fighting spirit in their eyes became stronger.

"You are worthy of being the captain of the American team."

the other side.

Byodoin, Oni and others from the Japanese team couldn't help but nod.

Ralf Reinhart.

This guy's ability may not be the strongest among high school students, but his leadership qualities are something that few people can compare to.

Unfortunately.

The overall strength of the US team is not strong enough, otherwise, under his leadership, this year's US team might really be able to reach a position that no one has ever reached before.

"Uh, since the American team chose to forfeit, the doubles 1 match was won by the Japanese team."

This statement came out.

The stadium fell into silence again.

The American team gave up!

Before this competition started, even the most optimistic people could never have imagined that the competition would develop to this extent.

The United States team, which ranked fifth in the world points last week, second only to the top four teams, was forced into such a situation by the Japanese team.

This further proves that the strong victory of the Japanese team over the Swiss team in the group stage yesterday was not a coincidence. After all, the American team today was full of elite players and had already shown all their strength.

Although at this point, the game is not over yet.

But everyone with a discerning eye knew that the Japanese team had already secured victory in this match. What remained was whether the American team could win in the singles match to preserve the final dignity of the American team.

"Alan."

A moment later, when Obondu and Balentin left the court, Reinhardt turned his head and looked at the young man next to him: "Check Dudu's injury first. If necessary, you can take him to the hospital for further examination."

"I see."

Hopkins nodded.

Afterwards, he went forward to check on Obondu's condition, and said with a slightly serious expression: "The situation is not optimistic. My initial judgment is that he has a fracture. But the specific extent still requires more professional analysis by instruments."

"Ah."

Reinhard nodded: "In that case, you and Chico should take Dudu to a nearby hospital for a checkup."

"Here"

"it does not matter."

Reinhardt laughed when he heard this: "Leave the game to me. Although the opponent is strong, we, the American team, will not give up so easily."

"Um okay."

The two thought about it and realized that they couldn't help much if they stayed here, so they found two more people to help, and the four of them took the injured Ou Bangdu away.

"What a brutal match!"

Outside the stadium, representatives from other countries couldn't help but speak as they watched the few people leaving.

"Yes."

The person next to him nodded.

His eyes stayed on the large hole outside the court. It was hard to imagine that this was actually the destructive effect that a tennis ball could create.

at this time.

The staff was cleaning up carefully while the referees and coaches of both teams were discussing the upcoming games.

In the end, both sides confirmed that the hole outside the court would not affect the continuation of the game. However, the area was still cordoned off with isolation tape.

It looks like an unfinished construction site.

"Cough cough."

While the staff was cleaning up, the referee cleared his throat, glanced at the spectators around him, and then looked in the direction of the American team.

"Next, the singles 3 match will begin."

"Ralph Reinhart (senior year 3) of the U.S. team versus Shin Ishikawa (junior year 1) of the Japanese team."

"Please prepare both players!"

The words fell.

The scoreboard in the distance showed the names and ages of both teams.

"Wait, am I seeing this right?"

"That player from the Japanese team is actually a first-year junior high school student?!"

"Are they crazy? Even if they wanted to give up one of the games, they wouldn't send out a first-year junior high school player."

"That's boring. I wanted to see the best player on the American team versus the best player on the Japanese team. But Ralph is fighting a middle school student. That's too boring."

Off the field.

Many fans who were not very familiar with the Japanese team's situation shook their heads after seeing the information from both sides.