"You really are such a jerk! If you keep using it, you may never be able to play tennis again! Do you know that?!"

After Ryuuzaki Sumire called a timeout, she yelled at Kawamura.

"Ah...I'm sorry Coach, I made you worry."

"When playing the wave ball, you must hold the racket with both hands. If you want to use one hand, then you should listen to my advice... Got it?"

"Yes."

After the game resumed, Kawamura Takashi watched the tennis ball flying towards him. His mind flashed with the images of Echizen, Akutsu and many others. He still insisted on using one hand to launch the wave ball!

Atobe Keigo thought he would use his hands instead,

Unexpectedly...

He was certain, "No matter how many times I beat this idiot, the result will be the same!"

Everyone in Qingxue also spoke up.

"Aaron, this is too messy!"

"Stop it, Aaron!"

"Kawamura-senpai!" Don't do this! !

Ryuuzaki Sumire in the Qingxue coaching booth gritted her teeth, "This idiot!"

"That guy wants to rely on brute force? He definitely can't beat Huadi!"

Atobe Keigo snorted, "Go, Karaji!"

Kabaji Takahiro continued to use one-handed wave balls to break through the opponent's defense.

“It’s not over yet!”

Kawamura Takashi roared: "Go! Look at me, one-handed wave ball——"

The two insisted on using the one-handed wave ball in the duel, and the battle went back and forth several times.

Ignoring others' shouting and the coach's instructions, Kawamura, who was disobedient and rebellious for the first time, had only one thought in his mind:

I only plan to play tennis until the third year of junior high school, so this time, I will definitely not hold you back!!

Qingxue, we must go nationwide! !

Such a firm belief is conveyed in his batting!

but,

Birchland too!

In his heart, there is only one very simple and persistent belief: Hyotei will win!!

Just then, Atobe Keimitsu came back from warming up.

Watching the confrontation on the field, his sights fell on Huadi. He frowned at first, and after observing for a few minutes, his expression suddenly changed!

"Brother! Stop Huadi now!!"

Birchwood...

But before he could finish his words,

On the court, Huadi's racket fell to the ground, and his right hand was in so much pain that he couldn't even bend it or even hold the racket! !

Huadi struggled to pick up the racket, but...

The veins in his arms were twitching and he was sweating profusely. His palms hung down limply, and it was difficult for him to even clench his fist.

With his eyelids lowered, his low voice was full of self-blame and disappointment.

"I can't hold the racket anymore."

I'm sorry, Atobe-senpai.

I obviously also want to win a wonderful victory for Hyotei...

Huadi knew that he was stupid. When he was a child, he was often slower than others in reaction. In addition, he was much taller and stronger than his peers, and much more dull. He was always seen as an oddball by his teachers and classmates.

Therefore, when Atobe appeared and saved him, and when he stood in front of him to protect him and always spoke to him patiently,

He had already been conquered by the little imperial state because of the care and concern hidden beneath his arrogant appearance and behind every word of "kabaji".

Since he was a child, he has admired Atobe's abilities and listened to him.

In this match, he, like Jingguang, deeply knew how long Atobe had waited for this moment, how long he had prepared, and how much he had paid!

So, he also wanted to contribute his strength...