Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

Court A was surrounded, and the outer spectator seats were also dark. More than 200 people from the Hyotei Tennis Club were watching.

The rising stars Nanchuan and Atobe finally had their first official match.

"Atobe will win!"

"Atobe will win!"

"Nanchuan Champion!"

"Nanchuan Champion!"

Nanchuan walked to the serving area and silently took out a tennis ball and hit it back and forth to test the elasticity of the tennis ball.

On the opposite side, Tomokazu flexed his wrist with a smug smile on his face, still enjoying the cheers and encouragement from the audience.

The cheerleading team was clearly divided into two factions, each with their favorite contestants.

However, what surprised Nanchuan was that the cohesion of Atobe was still very strong. They had already started to form this sense of oppression brought by everyone's cheering in the first grade, as if the whole world was cheering for the entire Hyotei, like a powerful spiritual pillar.

It was still a textbook serve, and the tennis ball was hit by Nanchuan as soon as it landed at the best hitting point, hitting the left side of Atobe quickly and neatly.

The two men fought each other at the baseline and were evenly matched.

"1-0"

"1-1"

"2-2"

A middle-aged reporter, Mamoru Inoue, came to the outside of the stadium to watch with a camera and a notebook in his hands.

His camera clicked and took a few pictures.

"Not bad, these two boys. They have a solid foundation. Their stamina and endurance are all good so far. The first graders are all doing well now."

As he spoke, he wrote something in his notebook.

Bang!

"Perfect smash!"

"3-2, Nanchuan scores! Leading by one point!"

After the two men tied the score again, Nanchuan launched a fierce attack.

Atobe, who had been on the defensive, had no intention of backing down, and his counterattack was impeccable.

"3-3"

Nanchuan wiped the sweat off his face and smiled:

"Alright, Atobe. I won't let you have the chance to advance to the tiebreaker. So, my counterattack will leave you helpless!"

"Watch the game! Show us what you can do!"

"I know what you are secretly practicing every day!"

砰

The tennis ball was hit.

Tezuka had a gloomy face, but his reaction was extremely fast and he hit the ball back easily.

"What the hell, I never practiced in secret!"

There was a hint of cunning in Nanchuan's eyes. At this moment, he had completed the racket pulling action, his wrist was bent backward, the racket face was vertical, and his center of gravity fell on his back foot. It can be seen that the hitting point he calculated was just in front of him.

Reporter Inoue Mamoru exclaimed: "This kid, is he trying to lob the ball?"

Bang! Nanchuan swung the racket from the back to the front and upward, and the tennis ball instantly generated a strong topspin and smashed in the direction of Atobe, completing a lob.

Atobe snorted, "It's just a trifle."

He had already run up from the baseline, and then he pushed off with his feet, and with his good jumping ability he jumped into the air and performed a smash.

"Enjoy my magnificent ball skills! Waltz towards destruction!"

boom!

The tennis ball hit the handle of Nanchuan's racket. The force of this smash was very strong, which directly knocked Nanchuan's racket away, and the tennis ball bounced back into Tobe's court with the force.

At this time, Tomoya was still in the air. He raised the corner of his mouth proudly and swung the racket in his hand down.

"Double smash!"

The tennis ball hit Nanchuan's back as he lost his racket, and flew out of bounds with a whoosh.

"0-15!"

"Master Atobe will win!"

After a few seconds of sudden silence, the scene broke out and everyone shouted Atobe's name.

“This ball is too strong!”

"He can even do a double smash! This is the first time I've seen such a play! It's perfect!"

"I didn't expect that Nanchuan would have his racket hit away!"

"I was saying that the Minister must not have given his all! He looks so confident that there's no way he could lose to Nanchuan."

"The game isn't over yet, and Nanchuan hasn't given it his all. Nanchuan has always been the one that's exerting his strength in the late stages, okay?"

"That's right, Nanchuan's main attack is steady, and when he starts to exert his strength in the later stages, no one can beat him, not even Minister Jibe!"

"Just wait and see. Don't forget that Chief Atobe's endurance is unmatched. Once the battle starts, Nanchuan will definitely lose!"

Listening to such a heated discussion, Inoue Mamoru was very shocked, and his shock had not yet subsided from Atobe's waltz towards the back.

"Atobe Keigo, huh? That move is really beautiful." He just secretly regretted that he didn't press the shutter in time. "However, it seems that Nanchuan expected this ball, and why do I feel that this guy deliberately lobbed the ball?"

As a seasoned reporter working in tennis newspapers, Mamoru Inoue has a sharp eye and can analyze some of the players' psychological activities from their expressions.

Atobe chuckled: "The first ball knocked your racket off, and the second ball was completely solved when you lost your racket. Nanchuan, I admit that you have made great progress, but lobbing the ball in front of me is your biggest mistake."

Nanchuan picked up his racket, reached out to adjust the strings on the racket face, and said "oh" with a very pleasant tone, which made the suspicious Inoue Mamoru even more certain of his thoughts just now. This kid did it on purpose!

Next, Atobe used this trick to win Minamikawa's serve.

"3-4! Change of venue!"

At the resting place, Oshitari handed a bottle of water to Nanchuan and asked in confusion:

"Nanchuan, what do you think?"

Nanchuan poured the remaining water on his head and wiped it, finally dissipating a lot of the heat. He said, "What do you think I think?"

"I've been observing your tennis during this period," Oshitari said, "and I've discovered that you're good at exerting your strength in the last few rounds of the match. So, you want to suppress Atobe after he's given his all, right?"

Nanchuan: "Isn't this just a conventional way of fighting? I really don't have any ideas. If I have to say so, then I must defeat Atobe. I won't let myself lose."

Oshitari: "It seems you have a plan, go and defeat him!"

Nanchuan smiled and said, "Oshitsuki, do you want me to avenge you?"

"You can say that, but one day I will take my own revenge."

砰

The game continues.

It was Atobe's serve, but he frowned slightly.

"Nanchuan looks very different now. He looks like he was trying his best to beat me when we first fought."

Tsuchiya is trying his best. Even though he is leading by one point temporarily, he cannot be careless. He has to save the minister's face!

砰

砰

The sound of fierce hitting continued.

"High-speed half volley!"

"Backhand drive!"

"4-4!"

Nanchuan's speed, strength, rotation and ball control have all evolved, and he can quickly suppress Tsuchiya's attack with a concentrated burst of physical energy.

Atobe was having a hard time playing. He tried to lead the ball into the air several times, but was met with a backhand slice by Nanchuan, which completely sealed Atobe's waltz towards destruction and left him no chance to shoot.

"Damn it!" Atobe found out that Nanchuan had seen through the conditions of his move, and became a little annoyed.

And Nanchuan successfully forced him to hit a high lob!

"Waltz towards destruction!" Nanchuan jumped up.

At the same time, the whole audience fell silent, looking at him in shock.

"What's wrong with this kid? He learned it on the spot?"

Chapter 23 New Tips

There was a clang.

Atobe's racket was hit and flew away.

His shocked eyes were still fixed on Nanchuan. Nanchuan was playing the same way as before, swinging his racket as the tennis ball flew back:

"Second stage smash completed!"

boom!

Atobe could only watch as the tennis ball bounced from behind him and flew out of bounds. He had no time to pick up his racket.

This feeling of powerlessness that he originally created for others was transferred to himself, making him feel extremely bad.

"Damn it, how could he?"

This is obviously my unique skill, and I have practiced it for a long time, but this kid learned it on the spot?

"This kind of failure actually happened to me. It's extremely abominable."

He clenched his fists, turned around and silently picked up the tennis racket.

"However, why is it that it is a bit like Huadi's playing style? But Huadi can't completely copy his opponent's tennis ball. Could it be that Nanchuan is also a copying player? And can he copy perfectly?"

Nanchuan’s tennis style has always been to defeat the opponent with the opponent’s tennis ball.

Atobe's suspicions gradually got on track, but his doubts and guesses were temporarily interrupted.

At this time, Nanchuan proudly pointed his racket at Atobe and said with a smile:

"How's it going, uncle? Is my smash speed faster?"

Atobe gritted his teeth and said, "Don't be too complacent too soon, I will see through your flaws!"

Then in the next round, Nanchuan, who was constantly evolving his playing style, did not give Atobe any chance to turn the tables.

"This, how is this possible!" Reporter Mamoru Inoue couldn't help but widen his eyes as he watched the confrontation between the two people on the field.

"Nanchuan, this kid, his speed and strength in completing smashes are constantly rising. Is this something a first-year player can do?"

"This reporter uncle, not only can he do it in the first grade, he has only been practicing for less than two months." Yue Ren, who was standing by, couldn't help but speak up when he heard the shocked uncle.

"It's incredible! He's only been playing tennis for less than two months?" Inoue Mamoru was even more surprised.

Yue Ren nodded, and his expression became serious. "Well, it's almost two months. Isn't that amazing? He is a natural born tennis player. He learns everything very quickly. The most terrifying thing is that he trains desperately, so his physical fitness improves faster than any of us."

Inoue Mamoru was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

Having worked as a reporter for youth tennis newspapers for many years and having come into contact with many talented players of all kinds, this is the first time he has seen such a high-level player after only two months of playing tennis. His talent is simply too high.

And willing to work hard.

"It looks like this year's freshmen will continue to surprise us."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nanchuan's return ball hit Atobe's feet. The speed was too fast. When Atobe received the tennis ball, it bounced off the racket and landed on his left side.

"5-4, Nanchuan is leading!"

"It's time to reach the final round in Nanchuan!"