"You useless piece of shit, you'd better be serious, otherwise you won't be able to catch a single ball." Akutsu's taunting came late.
"Damn it!" Kirihara clenched his racket angrily.
This time, he didn't dare to be careless anymore.
Seeing the other person's expression become solemn, Akutsu couldn't help but reveal a cruel smile.
After he temporarily completed the devilish training, he was looking forward to fighting against the masters.
But on the street tennis court, the opponents he met were all small fry.
He never even encountered an opponent who could make him take off his weight.
I hope this guy from Rikkai University has some strength.
"Swish." He threw the ball, jumped up, and slammed the racket down.
"Too slow!!" Kirihara moved as fast as the wind and caught up with the tennis ball flying to the right in an instant. He stepped his right foot on the baseline and swung the racket.
"Bang." Because of sufficient vigilance, the return of this ball was sufficient, and the tennis ball spun towards the right baseline of Akutsu's half.
"Good ball control..." Just by looking at one return shot, it can be seen that Kirihara is much stronger than those small fry.
"But he's still a small fry!" Akutsu had already anticipated where the ball would land. He leaned forward and ran to the tennis ball as nimbly as a cheetah.
"The internet speed is so fast, and his running posture is also unconventional!" The regular players of Rikkai University all looked solemn.
"His body leans forward with a large amplitude without losing his balance. His spine is very flexible, so he can move his hind legs beyond his front legs in a short time. Not only that, his strong and explosive muscles can also provide him with considerable instantaneous explosive power. If you look closely, you will find that his buttocks are round and full, which allows him to take a long distance with each step." Yanagi Renji said calmly, but there was a hint of surprise in his tone.
"He is a natural athlete with excellent physical condition. This match will be very difficult for Kirihara."
Kirihara, a second-year junior high school student, is still in the stage of physical development. He will be helpless against Akutsu, whose physical fitness is superior to his, unless... he uses that dangerous move.
"Oh no!" Kirihara was caught off guard by the sudden access to the Internet.
"Where will it hit? Where?!" He watched Akutsu's movements anxiously, hoping to be able to see through the opponent's intentions and predict the direction of the ball in advance.
This will make it possible to return a volley at the net.
"Swish." Akutsu appeared on the tennis ball, waving his right hand and making a shooting gesture.
"See, it's the left baseline!!" Kirihara's legs suddenly burst out with amazing strength and jumped in the opposite direction.
On the contrary, at the moment of jumping up, he saw a mocking arc on Akutsu's mouth, and with a turn of his wrist, the ball flew over the net like a nimble elf and came into close contact with the ground.
"30-0."
"Bang." Kirihara fell to the ground, covered in dust, his eyes fixed on the tennis ball lying in front of the net, his eyes full of anger and humiliation.
"It wasn't a volley, but a short ball. How calm!" Niou couldn't help but gasp.
"It's amazing. With such physical fitness and a tennis style that is brutal yet delicate, we have to pay close attention to him." Yagyu said solemnly.
"A guy with great potential. There are still a few months until the national competition. He can definitely grow into a national level player." Sanada's face darkened.
Akutsu's mentality and skills are both on point, as he is able to play with Kirihara at his fingertips.
In contrast, Kirihara's mentality is still immature and he loses his composure easily.
But Kirihara has a special move.
There might be blood next.
"Be prepared to call an ambulance." Sanada said solemnly to the regulars.
I hope Kirihara will be gentler.
.......
"Very good, interesting, and fun!" The tennis ball lying motionless on the ground was like a mockery to Kirihara, making him furious.
"You are the first person who dares to play with me like this." He stood up without dusting off his body. His eyes were cold.
"Tsk, you useless piece of shit, is all you can do is brag?" Akutsu looked at the racket with disdain and said sarcastically.
Akutsu's patience is wearing thin.
"Bang." Akutsu served quickly.
"Bang." In a flash, the tennis ball flew back.
"Nice speed. Are you serious?" Akutsu twitched the corner of his mouth and swung the racket violently.
Under the strange force, the tennis ball almost twisted and flew towards Kirihara.
"Step." Qi Yuan tapped his toes lightly and leaped.
"One-legged short steps? Why this step again?" Akutsu showed disdain: "This low-level step has no effect on me."
The two then started a fierce fight.
The frequency and rhythm of Kirihara's counterattacks continued to increase with the addition of single-foot steps.
Akutsu kept up with this rhythm, and the vigorous counterattacks warmed up his body muscles.
"40-0."
"40-15."
"40-30."
"Game, 1-0, Akutsu is leading."
Soon, Akutsu won his serve.
The expressions of the audience and Kirihara were relatively calm.
Obviously, the real game has just begun.
Tennis matches are played on a six-point system, so playing a full game is a big test of a junior high school student's physical strength, and it gets harder as time goes on.
It is not a wise choice to use all your cards in the early stages.
In the second game, Kirihara served.
If he loses his serve, he will be in a passive position.
Although Kirihara has a fragile personality and has difficulty controlling his emotions, it is not so easy for him to be awakened and transformed into a demon.
"His physical fitness and tennis skills are good enough to become a regular player for our Rikkai University. The chances of winning him in a head-on confrontation are slim. However, he doesn't have any other skills." After one game, Kirihara had a certain understanding of Akutsu.
In the previous matches, Akutsu used basic tennis.
"Swish." Kirihara threw the ball, raised his right arm, and dunked it hard.
"Swish, swish, swish." The ball spun wildly when it landed and suddenly hit his face.
"Hmph, an outward spin serve? This kind of spin is so weak and pathetic." Akutsu snorted coldly, turned sideways, took a step back with his right leg, and pulled the racket from bottom to top.
"Swish." The tennis ball drew a sharp arc and hit the baseline where Kirihara was.
"Bang."
"What a strong force." The weight from the arm made Kirihara's face change slightly.
"Go ahead!"
However, as soon as he hit the ball back, he saw Akutsu jump in front of the net like a beast and scored a point with a fierce volley.
"15-0."
"He's speeding up." Akutsu's speed and strength, which were completely different from the first game, made Kirihara's breathing a little disordered, and he wiped the sweat from his chin.
He realized that he was sweating after playing just a short game.
"Hey, I've seen much better serves than yours. You should practice more."
Akutsu's mocking words made Kirihara frown, and his emotions tended to get out of control.
"Oh no, Kirihara is losing control of his emotions." The starting players in the stands couldn't help but look worried.
"Kamiyo!" Sanada looked at the other side of the stands with a look of shock on his face: "You're the one watching the game in person?"
In Sanada's eyes, Kamishiro Ai was standing in the audience seats at the back of Akutsu's half.
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