"Kamiyo-san, what do you think of this match?"

There is a tentative element to this sentence.

"6:2, Tachibana Yoshihei wins." Kamishiro Lan's answer was also very clear and neat, without any hesitation.

Is this a definite preview of something similarly talented?

Is it just a random guess?

Hearing the answer, Watanabe's pupils trembled and he looked at Dai Lan deeply.

Then he laughed and said, "Then I predict a 6:2 win for Chitose."

The two of them were speechless and looked at the tennis court seriously.

In the first game, Tachibana Yoshihei served.

Tachibana Jiping's movements were clean and neat, and his counterattacks were powerful.

Chitose Chisato focuses more on skills and uses rotation to consume the opponent.

At first, the two of them were more testing each other.

Although the fight seemed simple, everyone noticed that both of them were planning something.

Finally, ten minutes later, Tachibana Jiping, who had been fighting back steadily, suddenly attacked.

"Look, Chitose, this is my tennis ball!"

His body bent, and his thighs suddenly burst out with amazing power. He leaped forward like a wild beast, stretched his body, and hit the ball down heavily with his right arm holding the racket.

"Roar!" In the dark, it seemed as if a mad lion, ready to devour its prey, opened its bloody mouth and roared.

The tennis ball was like a stream of red light, running through half the court with wildness.

"15-0." Tachibana Jiping is leading.

"This kind of tennis... is it wild?" Watanabe's right hand couldn't stop shaking. He turned his head subconsciously, but found that Kamishiro Ai's expression was relaxed and calm, as if everything was under control.