Chapter 89 Chapter 89 Competition
"Yukimura is in danger."
"Yes."
The opponent was burly, with muscles bulging out from under his clothes as if they were about to tear the field apart, and his two-meter height also gave people a strong sense of oppression.
In the first match of the pre-season tour points tournament, Yukimura Seiichi faced such an opponent, and the opponent had extremely rich combat experience.
His clubmates were somewhat pessimistic, though Yukimura himself wasn't exactly a skinny type. But going up against an opponent like that...
Yukimura Seiichi ignored the rustling on the sidelines, nor did he pay attention to the other party's provocative and dismissive looks.
He stood on the sidelines, bent down and squeezed the small round ball pendant in his bag, as if he could draw a little strength from it.
Then he picked up his favorite racket with a purple outer layer, stretched the net string with the fingers of his other hand, and after confirming that there was no problem, he nodded to the referee, walked to the referee and started to choose the side.
The opponent gets the serve first.
Yukimura Seiichi stood outside the baseline, his hips bent and elbows bent, holding the racket with both hands, his eyes fixed on his opponent's posture, and as if looking through him, he was calculating something in his heart.
The referee signals to start.
The opponent shouted loudly and threw the fateful yellow ball high into the air. The racket hit the ball with a whistling sound that could be clearly heard in the audience.
Such force...
The opponent probably just wants to end the game quickly.
The number 210 km/h appeared prominently on the display screens on both sides.
Seiichi Yukimura tried his best to catch the bouncing tennis ball with both hands. The force of the ball was not reduced, but became even more powerful after bouncing back.
He gritted his teeth and just wanted to send it back - even though the location was not ideal, he did it.
But the next second, the opponent took advantage of his immature counterattack and quickly pulled the ball back with greater force.
Yukimura Seiichi caught the ball again, and the momentary numbness in his arm stimulated him.
You can't admit defeat and give up just like that...
He closed his eyes quickly, and in just this split second, he no longer chose to forcibly resist the force, but instead added another force, allowing the tennis ball to hang high up along the tilt of the racket.
When I opened my eyes again, my opponent jumped up and pressed down the racket, trying to end the point with a smash.
Yukimura's expression became playful. The next second after the tennis ball fell to the ground like a cannonball, it obediently slid across Yukimura's racket and hit the corner of the opponent's backcourt at a tricky angle.
Yukimura scored because his opponent standing in the front court had not yet reacted to the smash.
He broke the serve on the first ball.
Seiichi Yukimura, wearing a white jersey, stood in place and slowly adjusted his white sweat belt.
The base of my thumb still hurts.
However, he has already thought of a countermeasure and will not suffer such harm again.
Moreover, the other party's frustrated look made Yukimura's mouth curl up slightly, and an unstoppable sharpness was revealed between his handsome eyebrows.
"Come on, Jingshi, let the world know you!" Xiangcheng's words still linger in my ears.
So... I'll work on it.
The opponent's body became more and more stagnant, and his attacks became slower.
"I was wrong... This kind of opponent is what he's best at dealing with."
"It seems so. It turns out that we lack such people."
His teammates in the club were frantically trying to defend themselves for their wrong judgment, but Yukimura Seiichi couldn't hear them at all, and even if he did, he wouldn't have any reaction.
He firmly believed that only absolute strength could make all rumors disappear.
How can we know that spring is coming without experiencing the cold winter?
But it is true that he is more adept at facing such opponents.
Probably because I am not such a strong power player.
Defeating such an opponent...will give you a stronger sense of accomplishment.
The opponent's sudden fall to the ground attracted countless people's attention to Yukimura Seiichi.
It also gave him more confidence to face the next game.
At this time, Xiangcheng also saw this good news from the news list he was following.
"A 16-year-old Japanese teenager defeated a Polish player to advance to the round of 32."
However, there were very few pictures in the news, and most of them focused on the opponents. Yukimura Seiichi's figure only appeared distantly in the blurry camera.
It’s really unfair, Xiangcheng thought with a pout.
But this is also where the cruelty of competitive sports lies.
Many athletes struggle their entire lives, yet still struggle to carve their own mark in history. Yukimura Seiichi, having taken his first step, has already surpassed many of his peers.
More people will see him.
Just like there will be many people seeing me.
Xiangcheng, who advanced to the semi-finals with the team, even received many strong invitations from V-League clubs.
If she didn't have a goal in mind, she might have wavered. The conditions they offered were too tempting, and the future they promised was too bright.
Xiangcheng stared at the blurry figure on the phone and laughed again.
She still wanted to be with him.
Li Xiang, who had just finished using the restroom, came over and sat next to her: "Why are you so happy?"
Xiangcheng shook her phone: "Jingshi won the first game."
"Wow," Li Xiang applauded enthusiastically, "He is worthy of being our school's 'Son of God'!"
"Hehehe! Yuihara! Right?"
This loud tone - Yui and Rika raised their heads, and Koutarou, with his huge owl head, stared at Yui with his bright eyes.
Xiangcheng pulled Rika to her feet and said, "It's Bokuto-senpai!"
Kuroo was radiating a warm and scorching light like the sun: "We have made it to the semi-finals! Be sure to come and watch the game~"
The two of them bathed in this "sunshine" and felt warm all over, but Xiangcheng's words made Kuroo stuck.
"Sorry, senior, we've also made it to the semifinals, so we might be competing at the same time as you..."
"Huh? Are you so powerful?" Kuroo blinked wildly in disbelief.
Xiangcheng said modestly: "Ah, if we talk about level, of course I can't compare to you, Kuroo-senpai."
Kuroo scratched the back of his head. "That's pretty impressive, too."
"Who is your opponent?" he asked again.
"Santa Maria." Xiangcheng replied.
"Ah... I'm not familiar with the women's volleyball team at all," Owl's linear train of thought was baffled. "But keep trying!"
"We will definitely make it to the finals!"
It's the finals. Xiangcheng and Lixiang looked at each other and said, "Thank you for your blessing~"
It has been so difficult along the way. Just like in the men's competition, the short player she had noticed at first eliminated Yin Ju in the subsequent game, but was defeated by another team of short players in the blink of an eye.
Being able to stand firm in the arena is a miracle in itself.
The later you get, the more careful you should be.
Regarding the battle with Santa Maria, Xiangcheng actually felt that it was a matter of fate.
Four of the players on the opposite side were once her teammates, and now they were standing on opposite sides. The two sides tested each other tentatively before gradually launching an offensive.
They also tried to find traces of Xiangcheng's past, and were shocked to find that in just two years, Xiangcheng had completely bid farewell to the past. In addition to basic skills, even his spiking had become particularly different.
Before the match, they thought that Rikkai University only had one strong player, Yui, and that it was impossible for Hitani to play at the same time. Based on their understanding—
Just two minutes into the game, Santa Maria called an emergency timeout.
Yes, Orange has so many games, and they don’t take them too seriously.
How can we think that Xiangcheng will grow steadily and step by step like them?
"This fight is a bit too easy." Abe was really confused: "How did they get in when this school is so weak?"
Matsumoto Genyin glared at her and said, "Don't be proud. They just haven't adapted yet."
Xiangcheng made a "hmm" sound, agreeing with her.
After the timeout, Santa Maria seemed to have finally realized that Rikkai University was also among the strong teams. They cooperated with each other and organized the offense in an orderly manner.
"It's not good enough," Xiangcheng witnessed Santa Maria's decline under the dogma. Although it has entered the semi-finals, the rigid attack and defense mode is no different from that in junior high school.
A team that cannot break out of the framework and rules will slowly disappear among the strong.
Just like this.
When the managers of Santa Maria saw this scene, they had a vague impression of Xiangcheng.
"It turns out that we still have to rely on star players to boost morale."
"Yes, let's introduce some good seedlings next year."
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"Now live for you is the final of this tournament. The two players are the rookie Yukimura Seiichi from Japan and the American player York Brown..."
Seiichi Yukimura was serving, with a bandage wrapped around his left wrist due to swelling and pain caused by exerting too much force in the previous match.
After emergency treatment before the game, he can ignore the pain and devote more energy to the game.
The atmosphere was very heated. The originally favored contestants were eliminated one by one, and in the end only one American contestant was left to compete with the newcomer. Such an eye-catching news topic also attracted a large number of reporters.
The cameras on the sidelines were all glued to his every move. Even someone with the best mental fortitude would inevitably feel a bit nervous when facing such a scene for the first time.
Yukimura Seiichi pursed his lips, the smile on his face had long since faded, leaving only determination and seriousness.
The American player York Brown on the opposite side looked very relaxed. He greeted the media and the audience warmly, and even blew kisses to his family.
The photographers also pointed their cameras in that direction. Brown's wife held her son, who was only a few months old, high above her head. The child sucked his fingers and showed a toothless smile, with saliva dripping down, which made the audience looking at the big screen smile knowingly.
For a moment, the hustle and bustle of the world seemed to have nothing to do with him.
But he still looked in that direction politely, trying to make himself look better.
The first lesson the club taught him was to never underestimate the role of the media.
Be decent and don't leave any handles, so as not to get yourself involved in a lawsuit caused by public opinion.
This is also an important lesson in protecting yourself.
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