"The fourth way to bind: this rope!"
Ibu threw the ball up and slammed the tennis racket down with his right hand.
"Bang." The tennis ball flew towards Echizen.
"Oh? It doesn't look like anything special." Echizen raised the corners of his mouth and stretched out his racket to receive the ball.
The next second, his body became stiff, and in his pupils, a nimble yellow rope extended from the tennis ball, binding his body tightly.
"How is this possible? Is this an illusion? My body can't move?!" Echizen Ryoma's pupils were shocked and he tried his best to break free.
But the body refused to obey and remained where it was.
"Game, 4-3, Ibu Shinji is leading."
The score had been decided, but Echizen's body remained frozen in place, maintaining the posture of swinging the racket.
"How can a ball transform into a yellow rope?"
In the past, Echizen had never imagined that there would be such a mysterious tennis.
But it actually happened to me.
"You find it incredible, right? I felt the same way at the beginning." Ibu's voice was calm, as if hitting this incredible tennis ball was just a basic exercise.
“Environment will greatly affect a person’s growth.”
"You would never have thought that it only took twenty days for me to undergo a transformation."
There was a hint of pride in Ibu's voice.
He also has such capital pride.
After devilish training, he could easily defeat himself from twenty days ago.
"Ibu, well done!" Kamio shouted from the sidelines.
"Tsk, this guy Ibu has really mastered this trick." Akutsu curled the corners of his mouth slightly and sneered.
Due to his previous fishing training, he was more sensitive to the changes in the competition.
Iwu's posture, position, and even breathing while using this rope were more stable than before.
"This guy's progress is quite fast." Although he didn't want to admit it, Akutsu felt nervous inside.
"Akujin, what are you doing?"
Under Kamio's puzzled gaze, he turned and left.
"This tennis court is for you. I'll go to the next one." The only response was a voice colder than the evening breeze.
"You're really a guy who refuses to admit defeat." Looking at Akutsu's departing back, Ibu smiled faintly.
"Echizen, is there anyone in Seigaku who refuses to admit defeat?"
The face of Kaidou Kaoru subconsciously appeared in Echizen's mind.
Kaoru Kaidou of Seigaku is definitely the hardest working one.
"Do they give you the sense of urgency that you'll be caught up if you slack off?" Iwu asked again.
And Echizen's expression became more and more solemn.
Yes, but definitely not many.
From Echizen's expression, Ibu roughly guessed the answer and couldn't help but sigh slightly.
Echizen's talent is really good.
What a pity.
“Bang, bang, bang.”
Next, the direction of the game was not surprising.
With the help of this rope, Ibu's attack became more fierce.
Even if Echizen gritted his teeth and held on, he couldn't stop the score from widening.
“Pah.”
"Game, 6-3, Shinji Ibu wins." When the last ball bounced out of the court, the game came to an end.
"I still lost." Echizen, exhausted, lay on the cold ground, his chest puffed out, his right hand covering his eyes, as if to block out the dusk, or to block out his tears.
For him, today was a nightmare.
After his self-confidence was hit countless times, he became a little confused.
The sound of crisp footsteps was heard.
"Echizen, actually you are very good, but the people you want to compare yourself with are..." Ibu walked forward and didn't finish his words, but Echizen understood what he meant.
Don't you want to prevent yourself from competing with Kintaro Toyama, Akutsu, and Kamishiro Lan?
Why?
Why am I not as good as them?
Echizen was very unwilling.
But the reality is that he is far inferior.
If he plays against Akutsu, it is unknown whether he can win a game.
"Is it because of him that you have made such rapid progress?" Echizen suddenly asked.
"Yes."
When he finished answering, Iwu saw a light flash in Echizen's eyes.
"Goodbye, Echizen. I hope you'll have changed when we meet next time."
Ibu put away his racket and said calmly.
The victory in this game did not bring him any extra positive emotions.
To him, it was just an ordinary exchange.
Echizen Ryoma, Seigaku......
What a pity.
Looking at Ibu's leaving back, Echizen's eyes flickered.
.......
"Dad, what do you think of Seigaku?" After returning home, Echizen suddenly asked Echizen Nanjiro.
"Qingxue is the school where my dad used to go. It's pretty good."
The originally cynical Echizen Nanjiro was stunned for a moment and put down the pornographic magazine hidden in the newspaper.
He saw Echizen's rather solemn face with a strange expression.
Echizen has been absent-minded these days, and now he is asking about Seigaku.
Did something happen?
Did the old woman have a quarrel with him?
Echizen could see Nanjiro's confusion from the frown on his face, and after a moment's hesitation he said, "How much do you know about Seigaku?"
"Sei Gakuen, you have potential." Echizen Nanjiro moved his lips, wanting to say some words of praise.
The scene of myself carrying the heavy burden and walking forward alone emerged in my mind.
Facing other junior high schools, Seigaku couldn't even make it to the national competition.
Even though he was able to win 6-0, his teammates couldn't score a single point.
He won the game, but Qingxue lost.
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