Chapter 221: Shocking the whole audience, a terrifying goal
"In the last metropolitan tournament, Tezuka lost by a large margin. Now, can he force out more strength from Kamishiro Ai?" Inoue Mamoru's eyes were filled with an inexplicable color.
In his mind, Tezuka was definitely a genius who could be ranked in the top three in the national competition.
But the gap between him and Kamishiro Lan is still terrifyingly huge.
"Saori..."
"I know, senior." Saori slapped Kamishiro Lan hard.
"Give Tezuka some shots too."
“Ka-ka-ka.”
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"Tezuka Kunimitsu? It seems like he is Yamato's successor?" Watanabe said with a smile on the Ijun side.
"He's a very talented guy, and his field is...very good."
Irie Kanata's words caught Watanabe's attention: "Even you say he's great. It seems that this Tezuka Kunimitsu is really a genius."
"Well, if nothing unexpected happens, we'll be able to see him in U17 soon." Irie Kanata shrugged.
Watanabe's eyes suddenly changed.
This evaluation is incredible.
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"Oh my, it seems like I've caught up with an incredible game." From the audience, Nanjiro arrived in flip-flops, took a deep breath, and after seeing Kamishiro Ai and Tezuka Kunimitsu walking towards the field, he muttered to himself in surprise.
"Nanjiro, you old bastard." Ryuuzaki Sumire saw Nanjiro when he walked into the audience and walked over immediately.
"You old woman, why are you still here? You haven't retired yet." Nanjiro lowered his head slightly, letting his sunglasses slide down to the end of his nose, and looked at Ryuzaki Sumire with unhappiness in his eyes.
"How dare you talk like that, you little bastard!" Ryuzaki Sumire exploded.
After she calmed down, she slowly asked, "Why did you come to watch the game? Did you want to see how your Echizen performs in the new school?" There was a hint of resentment in her tone.
"I'm not interested in looking at that brat of mine." Nanjiro pretended not to hear the resentment.
"I'm here to see my students." Nanjiro took out a Fudomine sign and hung it on his chest. "Look, old woman, I'm Fudomine's coach now."
After saying this, he walked towards the center of the field with a step that showed he didn’t care about anyone.
For some reason, he suddenly wanted to piss off Ryuzaki Sumire.
"This brat!" Ryuzaki Sumire's expression was distorted with anger. She sat down with her arms around her chest, sulking alone.
But in fact, there is more confusion in my heart.
"Nanjiro, have you even joined Fudomine? Is there really hope for Seigaku?"
"Coach." The Fudomine members all looked respectful, but also a little surprised.
In the past, although Nanjiro was known as Fudomine's coach, he had never been to watch a game in person, so this move was quite unexpected.
"Well, don't worry about me, I'll just take a look." Nanjiro sat in the coach's seat with his hands behind his back.
The view is wide and the contestants can be seen clearly.
"Well, is this what it feels like to be a coach? No wonder that old woman has been staying in that position for more than ten or twenty years." Nanjiro couldn't help but mutter.
"Sir, please do not trespass into the competition venue without permission." The referee gave a warning.
"He is the coach of our Fudomine." The referee nodded and looked away only after someone explained.
"The coach is here too." There was a commotion on the Qingxue side when they noticed Ryuuzaki Sumire.
Many people dare not look into Ryuzaki Sumire's eyes.
"Come on!" Ryuzaki Sumire said with complicated eyes and lip language.
Tezuka subconsciously tightened his racket and looked at Kamishiro Lan with eyes full of fighting spirit.
"Oh, what a touching teacher-student bond." Kamishiro Lan smiled with good intentions: "Please let me have a good time today."
"Heads or tails?"
"opposite!"
"You guessed it right."
Kamishiro Ai walked to the back, holding a racket in hand, and got into a ready position.
Tezuka, who got the serve, had a serious look on his face.
"Snap." He gently slapped the tennis ball, then threw it high up. When the tennis ball fell to a certain height, he raised his right hand and slammed it down hard.
"So fast!" The audience's eyes lit up.
"Impeccable serving posture, a serve with good power and speed. This Tezuka is quite interesting." The first team is made up of veterans who can use dimensionality reduction attacks on national-level players. They can basically guess the approximate strength of a player at a glance.
It is not difficult to see that Tezuka's strength is top-notch at the national level.
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"Bang." Facing the oncoming tennis ball, Kamishiro Ai was at ease and swung the racket casually. The next moment, the tennis ball spun, made an exaggerated arc, and went towards the baseline of the other half of the court on Tezuka's side.
"This spin!" When swinging the racket, Tezuka felt the weirdness of the tennis ball. The ball he hit back turned into a topspin ball.
"Has it started, domain?" Tezuka's eyes darkened.
During the Metropolitan Conference, his field was completely suppressed. If he continued to fight at the same pace this time, he would be defeated soon.
"The game is about to begin." Kamishiro Lan moved lightly, and when the tennis ball came, the racket was left freehand on the inevitable trajectory.
"Swish." The tennis ball was given a powerful spin and flew towards Tezuka.
There was a hint of anticipation in Kamishiro Ai's eyes.
Tezuka's talent is definitely one of the best in the original work, and even the German team later extended an olive branch to him.
During the Metropolitan Conference, Tezuka had already opened the door to perfection, although his brilliance was a little dim at that time, but being able to open all the doors of selflessness at this age is enough to be called astonishing.
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