"He...this is impossible?"
On the sidelines, in the Seigaku team, a boy with a hedgehog head and thick-framed glasses standing next to Tezuka Kunimitsu had his pencil frozen in place on his open notebook, his tone full of disbelief.
"What's wrong? Qian-san?"
Oishi Shuichiro asked curiously, with the smiling Fuji Shusuke and the always cold-faced Tezuka Kunimitsu beside him.
The three of them followed after seeing Tezuka standing there alone.
"Atobe Keimitsu, his serve was exactly the same in terms of power and speed as the first one, even the height of his jump did not change..."
"What? You made a mistake, didn't you? How is this possible?"
Oishi Hideichiro exclaimed, he did not want to doubt that his companions had collected the wrong information,
But how is it possible that in a match that lasted almost three hours, there was no change in the strength of the ball being hit?
Is it really a robot?
"No, my data cannot be wrong, this is the truth. The player named Atobe Kagemitsu probably played less than a quarter of his potential."
The boy pushed up his glasses and seemed to have regained his composure, but he was also more eager to explore.
"I really want to see him fight more. What is his limit? I'm really curious about his usual training plan. Is there any way to know? How about going to Hyotei to investigate..."
A data geek got caught up in a frenzy of recording and talking to himself.
Shuichiro Oishi: “…” It’s really scary that Inui-san is like this… It’s as if he’s possessed by some ghost.
Fuji Shusuke opened his eyes in surprise, then closed them again when no one noticed, and resumed his smile.
So amazing......
Atobe...Kagemitsu...
Tezuka Kunimitsu was also deeply shocked:
Is he so strong?
If I had the chance, I would really like to compete in person.
On the court, under the scorching sun,
The air has begun to distort, and the entire plastic playground is emitting steaming summer heat.
Sweat dripped onto the ground, forming wet black dots, but they evaporated quickly and disappeared without a trace, visibly to the naked eye.
Akazawa gritted his teeth, his eyes reddened.
He clearly knew where the ball would land.
But my damn legs couldn't move at all!
It's like the changing of times!
In the first match, they tried to exhaust Mukaito's strength.
Now, Atobe Keimitsu has exhausted his physical strength!
"Bang~" Another ball.
"Bang~" Another ball.
Akazawa roared and finally raised his stiff and heavy feet and ran towards the place where the ball landed, but he was still a step slow.
I watched the ball fly out of the court but was powerless to do anything!
“Beep——”
As the referee blew the whistle, the three-on-one match finally came to an end.
The referee, who was already sweating profusely, breathed a sigh of relief. He almost couldn't wait to get down from the referee's seat and loudly announced: