The Prince of Tennis

"This is all you need to do for warm-up activities." Fujimine looked at the ball rolling under his feet and didn't care at all. He bent down and used the racket to take the ball out of the court and prepare for the next serve.

Preparation activities?

Prepare Nima!Yanji, Tachibana Kippei, Fuji Shusuke, Echizen Ryoma, Saeki Torujiro, including all the self-considered or recognized strong players on the field, consciously can see the masters of this kind of high-level combat, all feel their faces. It's hot and hot, these two stinky shameless, hello and me, are you okay?

They are discussing fiercely here, and they are about to go to heaven. By the way, they also held their hands. They are waiting for the two of them to approve their analysis. Everyone pretends to be together. What's wrong?As the saying goes, everyone eats if you have food, and if you force everyone to pretend, this is what makes you cry.However, Fujimine's backhand is a big mouth, and the face of the group of strong players who are present is hurting.

I said that I was about to climb to the top. I was kicked by Fujimine and Sanada. Did you fall down before I tried?

Can the cards be ordered according to the routine?

"Your preparation time seems to be too long, and I thought you really only have this ability." Sanada also closed his posture, stood flat on the spot, and said casually: "Come on, Fujimine Ryosuke, you guys The only chance to challenge Lihai is this one. When our captain Yukimura returns from the national competition, you will never have any chance."

"You seem to forget that our captain is not there." Everyone is boring to fight for the absence of the captain. Of course, Fujimine's routine is deeper. "But it doesn't matter if you are not there. I can not only sling you today, but I can still beat you in future national competitions. Hanging on Xingcun. The captain is just a sign. Without him, the butcher, should we have to eat your Lihai hairy pig raw?"

As soon as Fujimine said these words, all the students in the youth school began to pack their bags and prepare to go back.It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, just because this stinky rascal is so embarrassed!Originally, if there was a guy who was too embarrassed, everyone would pretend not to know him collectively. The problem is that Fujimine is too capable of doing things. Now he represents the entire youth school by himself. The presence of other people does not matter.

Think about it, except Fujimine, who can bring out the fucking temperament of this team?There was no way, the Qingxue team members who couldn't kick out and didn't want to be ashamed had to pack up their things and go back, and let Ya be here alone.

Even if you want to pretend, can you please get the captain's name right!

"Cut, is the king who cares about this kind of detail?" Fujimine touched his nose and stood upright in the wind. The corners of his sportswear swayed slightly in the wind, making him look like a dog. , There is so a bit of master temperament.On the other side, Sanada also stood in the same way, standing in place like a mountain, like Lihai's wall that was absolutely impossible to be surpassed.

The two stood there for almost half an hour.

"Go to Nima, do you guys fight or not!" He started cursing directly off the court. This is also called a tennis match?You guys have a longer life span, right?

"Referee, I'll report that these two people are playing irregularly, trying to show the style of the conference!"

"They've been biased a long time ago. I thought I was pretending to be a referee who pretended to be a referee." The referee covered his face in pain.

"Two classmates, please start quickly!" The game always does not start, and this is not a success. The referee pondered for a moment, and finally broke the imposing confrontation between the two.

"Okay, I'll be here. Drink!" Without warning, Fujimine erupted with a violent drink that he had never had before, and threw the ball high. He jumped up like this and killed the ball. Way to hit the serve.He exploded with all his strength, and the speed of this ball was not inferior to Feng Chang Taro, who had practiced heavy artillery serve. The speedometer outside the field clearly read 192 kilometers per hour.

"Boom!"

The heavy high-speed serve slammed into the opposite ground, bringing up the dust all over the field, the height of the dust rising even reached the level of the roof of the four-story stadium.The crowd was full, one counted as one, even the 500 extras who didn't understand tennis were all dumbfounded.

Everyone knows about Fujimine's narcolepsy. At the beginning, he couldn't even hold on for 20 minutes on the court.Although his concentration has improved later, the longest waking time has been extended to about forty minutes, and it can occasionally support him to make some fierce movements.

But this is Sanada, the emperor, this kind of battle between the strong is destined to be a protracted battle, how can he dare to squander his physical strength so much?

Surprised. Surprised, but Fujimine's serve is really effective.The high-speed and heavy serve that had never exploded before made Sanada hardly recovered. Until the end, his hand moved only slightly, and at that time Fujimine's serve had already jumped off the court.This ball turned out to be a direct ace score!And not with any skills or tricks, but with real strength and speed to hit the ace ball!

"Ten...fifteen to fifteen!" I was probably used to Fujimine's unreliable appearance. Seeing such a violent serve, even the referee hesitated for a long time, making sure that no one was on the court to make this serve for Fujimine. Then the score was announced.

"Wow!" The whole audience fryed the pot at that time. Who has seen such a Fujimine?Who said Fujimine would only defend and counterattack?When you come out, I promise that I won't kill you.The cheerleader directly took out the concealment method and launched a 16-round salute, almost blowing the court into the sky on the spot.

"Hey." Fujimine chuckled, his movements did not stop at all, as if facing such a big scene, he was completely devoid of pretense, his arms were raised, and another strong serve was made.

"Boom!" Sanada wasn't just talking about playing. Although Fujimine surprised him for a while, he could not serve at a speed of less than 200 kilometers per hour, and it was impossible to score every ball under his hand.Seeing Sanada holding the shot with both hands, he exhausted all his strength and hit Fujimine's serve back.The aroused sound was deafening throughout the stadium.

"Fuck!" Although Fujimine entered the full offensive mode for the first time, he was not unfamiliar. He had already waited in front of the net to send a short ball and scored at that time.

"Boo!"

"Boo!"

Fujimine seems to have completely abandoned Tai Chi and intends to attack to the end.Continue to open the offense, and immediately scored two points.When everyone came back to their senses, the referee's voice had already sounded: "Fujimine scored this round, and the score was 1 to 0!"

"It's boring to fight like this." Sanada squinted at Fujimine, and said lightly: "The strength is about the same, so there will be no results."

(To be continued.)