Sidelines,

Taro Sakaki stood up and walked towards the bald coach Saotome who was sitting in the supervisor's seat next to him.

Saotome glanced at him, her nose turned up and she said smugly: "I'm not trying to scare you, young man. Get out of here before you get hurt. Don't hurt your precious white hands, or you'll just cry helplessly. You know, our players have poor ball control. What if... Hahaha~"

“You’re only going to develop players who have poor ball control.”

Ryuzaki Jinre in another venue couldn't help but yell, "It shows that your level isn't much better!"

"What did you say, you nosy old woman!"

Saotome scolded,

"Coach Saotome." Sakaki Taro spoke up, interrupting him from glaring at Coach Ryuuzaki.

"You really failed."

"It's such a shame that Higa Junior High School uses you as a coach."

"What did you say? You shameless fellow!"

Saotome's face changed, and she walked towards Sakaki Taro in anger, raising her right hand to reveal her strong arm, ready to use force.

Atobe Kagemitsu received two tennis balls from Feng, and Hiyoshi Wakaba also made a move at the same time, one on the left and one on the right.

Hiyoshiwaka aimed at Saotome's feet.

Jingguang actually used one racket to hit two balls at the same time, and he was able to accurately aim at Saotome Harumi's...

Between the legs...lower part,

And the side of the neck.

The wind created by the tennis ball accurately passed over Saotome's neck and crotch, fell to the backcourt, and hit the ground with a thud, splashing up a lot of dust.

I felt a chill around my neck and between my legs.

Saotome stood there in a daze, and then she began to sweat all over, her legs trembled, and finally her knees gave way and she knelt on the ground.

When the wind blows, I feel a cool feeling on my back.

He was breathing heavily, with drops of cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

Just a little bit...

"......"

The whole place was silent.

Even the referee who was supposed to stop it kept silent.

Apparently, even Taro Sakaki had not expected this sudden change.

Too, too brutal...

That boy.

Actually aiming at that place...

Jingguang turned to look at the stunned Feng Changtaro and said, "Those two balls are too dirty. I'll give you a new box later. Don't use those two, Feng."

There was a tone of disdain, as if the two balls had touched some dirty, indelible garbage.

"Oh, yes! No, no, that's not necessary, Senior. They are just two worn-out tennis balls. I'm planning on getting new ones."

Feng Changtaro nodded obediently at first, but when he realized what the other party said, he quickly waved his hands.

"If you are so afraid of tennis, you shouldn't be the advisor of the tennis club."

After all, as an experienced and knowledgeable adult, Sakaki Taro quickly took back the initiative and scolded the bald man who was kneeling on the ground because of the tennis ball.

He said coldly:

"People like you only make me feel that you are insulting the words 'teacher' or 'tennis club advisor'."

After Saotome came back to her senses from her fear and realized her situation, her cheeks turned red and she couldn't help but said angrily: "Damn it! Why are you so arrogant! You are such a pretty boy! They, they were trained by me! We made it to the national competition!"

"Oh, they met you, that's true, poor mother opened the door for poor - poor to the extreme."

A guy who is afraid of even tennis balls.

Don't think he didn't see it. When the tennis ball came, he closed his eyes in fear.