The Prince of Tennis

"Hi!"

With his eyes closed, Akutagawa roared and raised his hand to start the ball.

It was still the same cut serve that was played in the first game against Fujimine in the Kanto Championship. The angle was high, it fell sharply, and the landing point was changeable.It was precisely because he had seen Akutagawa's serve that directly prompted Fujimine to create a three-stroke serve for the big and small Kuixing and the Yanzi to take water.

"It was Akutagawa who inspired Fujimine at that time, and now it is Fujimine's turn to inspire Akutagawa, the bond between the two is quite interesting." Coach Ryugasaki did not know when he appeared on the court. Holding his arms, watching the game with a smile.

"coach."

"Coach Ryugasaki."

The young people greeted Coach Longqi, but when they turned around and looked at Coach Longqi, they found a middle-aged man with yellow hair standing behind her.The face is cold, the suit and tie are meticulous.

"This is..." Dashi looked at this middle-aged man with some familiarity.

"God coach!"

The people on the ice emperor's side said aloud.

This middle-aged man is exactly Bingdi’s coach Shintaro!

"Well," the god coach nodded at the Qingxue person, then looked at Bingdi and his group and said: "In the past few months, everyone's training has been fruitful and very good."

"This..." Bingdi's people were embarrassed, they didn't know whether the god coach was really praising them or mocking them.Even a sincere compliment, in such a situation, has become a mockery.

"Trace Department, come here." The god coach did not pay attention to the psychology of Bingdi and his party, and called the trace department blankly.

"It's been a long time, coach." Even if it is the Ministry of Finance, he respects this self-made rich man.

"How about it?" Coach God raised his head towards Fujimine and said, "Are you confident?"

"No." The trace department said these two words laudably, ignoring the shocked expressions of the entire Bingdi and Qingxue school team owners, stroked their hair, and said: "I'm simply I won't fight him. No matter how strong he is, I won't take advantage of others. After he has played seven people first, then come to play with me. It is an insult to me whether he wins or loses."

"Trace Department." The god coach took a deep look at the trace department, and then spoke earnestly: "You have gone through so much hard training, it is not easy, but..."

"Coach, you don't need to persuade me." The trace department simply interrupted the words of coach God, even if it is God, it is absolutely impossible to force him to do what he does not want to do: "I won't fight him."

"No, what I want to say is, does the high-intensity training make your brain stupid?" The coach god said the mocking words solemnly, there seems to be no expression on his face at all," If you don’t want to fight today, can’t you fight him tomorrow?"

"Puff!" After hearing the words of the god coach, Kikumaru couldn't hold back a single one and almost laughed out loud.

Yes, Qingxue didn't stay here for the last day. When can he play?

"I..." Trace Department stood there in a daze, without saying a word, a drop of cold sweat from the temples flowed down the hair.

"He..." Enduring a deep glance at the ruins, he realized how much the old brother Rubu, who has always been as stable as a grass in the eyes of everyone, has suffered alone regardless of how the ice emperor was defeated. pressure.

This is also a matter of course. He is the last main player to play the finale. If he loses, he faces a Fujimine who has defeated seven people. If he still loses, it is equivalent to saying that the ice emperor’s reputation is destroyed in his hands. in.Therefore, the pressure on the trace department is greater than anyone else.

People will feel the pressure, even the trace department, otherwise in the original work, he would not have been glanced at by the ice emperor's old predecessor, Yue Zhi Yueguang, and felt the boundless pressure almost collapsed.

But the uncle of his trace department is the team leader, the pillar of the ice emperor, anyone else can shout to admit defeat, whether it is true or not, this is a way to vent tension and pressure, but trace department cannot.He must sit in the entire team as steadily as Mount Tai, even if he is the only one left in the end, he must tell everyone that with my trace, the Ice Emperor will never end.

Brother Trace is indeed too stable, even if the pressure is so great that even a small problem can't be turned around, no one can see his nervousness.If it weren't for the god coach to forcibly smash the disguise of the track department in this weird way, he might not even be seen until the final goal was completely lost.

This is the responsibility of a captain!

"You take a rest, get ready, don't think too much." The god coach looked like the face of an iceberg that hasn't melted forever, looking at the traces left with cold sweat, unexpectedly smiled.Maybe it's been too long for another expression, his smile is very stiff and ugly, but he still gives every Bing Emperor infinite power.

The god coach patted the shoulder of the clap department, raised his foot and walked towards Bingdi's camp, sitting in the middle of them, which is where the clap department was sitting just now.Of course, he was not trying to seize power. The moment God coach sat down, there seemed to be invisible auras all over his body.His eyes are as sharp as a sword, like an emperor sitting on an iceberg.

The imposing manner of the ice emperor was on the verge of collapse and was immediately pulled back by the god.The meaning of the god coach is very clear, you, anyone, even the track department, don't have to worry about the team's affairs, here is my support, with me, the ice emperor can't fall.No pressure is required, just give it a go.

"Okay! Come!" The moment the coach God sat down, even the sleeping Akutagawa seemed to feel something. The speed and strength of the shot were more than three points!

"It turned out to be like this..." Fujimine's strength is much stronger than Akutagawa, even in the game, he has spare capacity to perceive the surrounding situation.A smile hung on his face while he was sleeping, and he muttered in a dream: "Then I will use some real skills!"

A word is spoken, everyone is shocked!

Fujimine's usual moves and the realm of Sleeping God have all been used, but now he actually said that this is not true strength at all?

"Flap!"

Not waiting for everyone to relax, two crisp hits that sounded almost at the same time have been heard.I saw that Fujimine seemed to throw the racket casually, and the ball on his racket turned into two and flew out!

"How can the ball be a clone!" Akutagawa roared in disbelief, rushing forward and hitting the ball closest to him with a swing.

"Hit!"

The real sense of impact came from his wrist, Akutagawa was happy, and before he was about to swing back, he suddenly felt light in his hand.

"Boo!"

"This round is won by Fujimine! The score is 2 to 0!"

"Sure enough." Coach God glanced deeply at Coach Long Qi who was standing in the Qingxue camp.

"Of course." Although Coach Ryugasaki is already an old lady, he still doesn't change his heroic spirit at all: "No one can keep the serve under Fujimine!" (To be continued.)