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

Swish!

Camus, who was standing aside, seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the black-haired boy opposite him.

"It's him?!"

Everyone who followed Camus' gaze couldn't help but shrink their pupils when they saw the smiling black-haired boy.

Chapter 482 The Horror of Extreme Insight

Atobe Keigo!

This person actually went to the same school as Ishikawa Wataru, and was also their department head? !

This information undoubtedly caused an uproar within the French team.

There is no way. For everyone who is now like a frightened bird, even just this kind of information is enough to make them feel frightened.

"No, not really."

A high school student from the French team opened his mouth and said hesitantly: "Although the level of the Japanese team's junior high school students is exaggerated, it is impossible for everyone to be at the level of Tezuka and Yukimura, right?"

As for Ishikawa, he subconsciously excluded him.

After all, such a monster player no longer needs to be treated as a junior high school student.

"The match is best of three sets."

At this time, the referee on the high chair said loudly: "Japan's Atobe serves, the game is over!"

The words fell.

Under the gaze of everyone, after throwing the tennis ball up, Tobe leaned back greatly, with the racket in his right hand almost perpendicular to the ground at 90 degrees.

"Don Whisperer serves!"

As Atobe spoke, he quickly flipped the racket in his hand upward and hit it. With a bang, the tennis ball shot out like a bullet.

"So fast!"

Seeing this, many junior high school students on the French team changed their expressions.

"That's it?!"

The high school students, on the other hand, had all come to their senses and were looking at Atobe with a bit more contempt.

Although this kind of ball is fast, it is not difficult for them to return it. And when they played this kind of serve, the opponent even shouted a slogan, which overestimated their own strength.

"this ball"

but.

People like Camus and Barthes couldn't help but frown when they saw the obvious acceleration process of the tennis ball falling.

"Well done!"

French Prince Sharudaru let out a low cry and quickly moved towards the landing point. At the same time, his upper body remained almost motionless, and he quickly swung the racket to hit the tennis ball as it landed.

"etc."

just.

Just as he swung his racket forward, his pupils suddenly shrank as if he had seen some incredible scene.

Shua la la.

However, the tennis ball did not bounce up as it should, but slid out at a very low height close to the ground.

"15-0."

The referee on the high chair spoke, and immediately there were bursts of disbelief in the audience.

"Atobe Keigo!"

The eyes of Barthes, Delacroix, Doron and others when they looked at Atobe suddenly became solemn.

This goal undoubtedly gave them a warning.

Even Xialudalu began to examine his opponent again, because when the two of them were warming up outside the arena just now, the opponent had never used this move.

"really."

He thought to himself: "You are hiding your strength!"

Taking a deep breath, Sharudaru prepared himself for battle, trying to see through his opponent's serve.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

but.

For three consecutive balls, he failed to find any flaws in Tsuchiya.

"Game!"

"Japan team Atobe, 1-0, swap positions!"

End of game.

Atobe easily held his serve with 4 aces.

His powerful serve cast the entire French team into a gloom.

"As expected of you, Minister Atobe!"

Hiyoshi, Feng and others in the stands were very excited.

At this moment, they, just like Kirihara when Yukimura came on the court just now, felt very proud of being the captain of the team.

"After seeing the match between Tezuka and Yukimura, this guy Atobe couldn't help but show off himself!"

Off the field.

Shishido, one of the representatives, laughed.

"That kid is unlucky. Now, he has become a background for Atobe."

"Is that right?"

Oshitari frowned slightly.

That's right, Sharudaru didn't even touch the serve. But Atobe's Tannhäuser serve is the closest to Tezuka's Zero serve, and in terms of technical difficulty, it is very high.

It would be abnormal if the opponent broke the serve right away.

and.

Oshitari noticed that when facing the French prince, Atobe did not show any contempt. On the contrary, there was a not-so-obvious seriousness in his casually revealed emotions.

"Could it be that"

Thinking that the two of them finished warming up almost at the same time, and that it didn't seem like they were meeting for the first time when they met, Oshitari suddenly had a guess in his mind.

boom!

at this time.

Sharudaru hits the tennis ball.

The explosive tennis ball suddenly landed on the ground, accurately hitting the serving line. But Atobe was unable to react.

"15-0."

"what?"

The Japanese team representatives around were all surprised.

"What a quick serve!"

Qian was extremely shocked and said, "Isn't his explosive power weaker than Yuanshan's?"

It was hard to imagine that this was a first-year junior high school player. After all, he was not very tall, nor did he have a strong build. He looked more like a player like Echizen.

boom!

At this time.

Sharudaru serves again.

Just like before, the powerful and fast tennis ball hit the ground accurately. Tezuka wanted to swing his racket to intercept it, but he was still a beat too late.

"30-0."

"Another direct score?"

Everyone's hearts were shocked.

The first time it could be said that Atobe was not prepared, but the second time was an ace serve, which was very scary.

"This boy"

Atobe narrowed his eyes.

He also realized that the opponent did not show his full strength during the warm-up. But this was also normal. Unless someone was crazy, no one would show their full strength outside the court.

“But this is what makes it interesting.”

Looking up, Atobe looked at Sharudaru with a little more smile in his eyes.

If it was a one-sided suppression, it would lose its fun. He also wanted to see how much strength this boy who could bring him a little pressure could force out of him.

call!

next moment.

Xialudalu threw the ball again, and then the boy swung the racket, extended his arms, and spiked it forward in one go, as if he had practiced it thousands of times.

boom!

The tennis ball is accurately pressed on the service line.

"40-0."

Looking at the landing point, which left a clear white shallow pit, Atobe nodded secretly: "His upper limbs are very strong, even compared to the distant mountains of Shitenhoji, he is not inferior."