Zizhou looked at the sunny weather, sweat dripping from his forehead uncontrollably. He clearly felt that his body had become much weaker since the car accident. He could no longer train after long periods of exercise, and now he could not hold on for too long after a game.
But Zizhou didn't tell Yukimura and the others, as it would only add to their sadness and do no good.
He is now focusing on a style of play that relies on technique and mental strength, which usually results in a quick finish to the game. But this weather will really affect his performance.
"Oh, so it turned out that Niou had swapped identities with Yagyu from the beginning. It seems that Niou's illusion should be fully realized."
Zizhou knew that Niou was practicing his unique skills. After all, he was Niou's opponent. They were both tennis players with mental power. In such a competition, Niou's skills improved by leaps and bounds.
Zizhou leaned lazily on the chair. He still had no expectations for this competition. Up to now, the opponents had not been able to use their full strength and were being fooled around by Niwang and his team.
The game was already at its end when Sanada and Yanagi came back.
Zizhou, who already knew the result, felt a little thirsty, so he stood up and prepared to buy a drink.
"Do you guys want any drinks? I'm going to buy some and you can bring them over."
After getting his wallet and counting the drinks he wanted to buy, Zizhou went to the sales counter.
Ding Ding--
"Hey, Tanejima-senpai, why are you calling me at this time?"
"Ah, Senior, I called you during my break to cheer you up."
If Zizhou was there, he would see the trust in him on Taneda's face, and the wanton smile aroused Irie Kanata's curiosity. Don’t be fooled by Zhongdao’s always smiling face to everyone, in fact, most of the time he is just being polite and doesn’t care. Only with people who are really good to him will Zhongdao reveal his true colors.
"Onii-chan, do you know who Tanejima is talking to on the phone?"
"Who knows?" Oni Jujiro ignored the situation here and swung the racket in his hand again and again.
Alas, ghosts are sometimes really taciturn. Irie couldn't help but complain in his heart.
－－－－Kanto Finals－－－－－－
After making the refueling phone call with Zhongdao, Zizhou walked back with a drink.
Looking back on the years since he joined the tennis club, he had experienced a car accident, blindness, Yukimura's serious illness, and Kirihara's transformation into a demon. It seemed as if the road to success was full of thorns.
Rikkai University has become a mountain that all schools want to climb. He is proud, but also worried, as if something bad is destined to happen.
When they arrived at the competition venue, the scoreboard clearly showed 5-4. Zizhou clenched his hands suddenly, and the drink in his hand was deformed by the squeeze.
He never thought that Liu would be beaten with such a score. After watching the game carefully, Zizhou found that the strength of Qingxue's players was not as good as Liu, but Liu was holding back.
Why? Could it be that Liu has become soft-hearted?
He didn't even bother to share the drinks, he put them on the seat and asked Yukimura who was sitting in the coach's chair.
"Yukimura, what's going on with this score? Why did Yanagi show mercy?"
Yukimura's face did not show the anger that Zizhou had imagined. Instead, he looked calm and composed, with his arms folded as he stared at the court. However, the expression in his eyes was not that angry.
"It seems that Yanagi and Aigaku Kan Shinji want to continue their original competition. Haha, I just didn't expect Yanagi to be so irrational one day."
Oh my, Yukimura is angry. It looks like Liu is in trouble now.
Alas, being willful feels good for a while, but training leads to the crematorium.
The few people who felt Yukimura's pressure silently lit a row of candles for Liu in their hearts. Liu seemed to have sensed something and turned to look outside the field. Yukimura was still the same, but the people behind him were desperately making gestures to him, and even Sanada had an expression that said he was finished.
Realizing that Yukimura might be angry, he knew he couldn't let him off any longer, otherwise he would really be in trouble.
Bang--
The ball speed increased by 20% to 220 kilometers per hour, and the force also increased by 10%.
Gan was totally unresponsive and looked shocked. He had always thought that he had already grasped all of Liu's data, but now Liu's data had changed, as if what he had just seen was just what Liu wanted to show him.
After such a heavy blow, Gan lost confidence, and Liu swung the last ball and won the game completely.
After walking back, without waiting for Yukimura to speak, he said, "I will go back and train five times as hard."
Seeing that his military advisor was so self-aware, Yukimura nodded with satisfaction and said nothing more.
Kirihara, on the other hand, didn't understand why and thought that Senior Liu was penalized because he didn't score well, so he secretly made up his mind to win the game 6-0 in the future.
Yukimura, unaware that he was misunderstood by his junior, looked at Zizhou who was sitting next to him and explained very patiently.
"Just follow your own pace, Zizhou. Don't worry too much. We at Rikkai University are never afraid of anyone. And if you feel unwell, be sure to tell us."
Standing on tiptoe with a racket in hand, Zizhou knew what Yukimura was worried about. In fact, he had no intention of using mental power to compete. The Eye of Truth alone was enough. They were all students, and the false state created by mental power could easily ruin someone's tennis career.
The first time Zizhou stood on the competition field, he was in a very good mood, and even the sunlight didn’t seem glaring to him.
The opponent, Bu Er, hit the ball with spin and said it would disappear. Zizhou was surprised at first, but hearing separated from the eyes is far from being avoided by a disappearing serve.
He moved his ears slightly, heard the position, quickly adjusted his position, and hit the ball back.
The exclamations from Qingxue seemed a bit loud. Is this move very powerful? Who cares!
Zizhou's flaxen hair swayed freely in the breeze, and his body almost moved with the sound.
Junxiu's face was filled with smiles, which were the happiness of his heart and the joy of participating in the competition.
The joy of all kinds of beautiful things intertwined together infected everyone on the scene. No matter if they knew him or not, everyone had an endless good impression of him.
Atobe, who was sitting in the audience, couldn't help but exclaim, "It's really gorgeous, isn't it, Kabachi?"
"Yes." A dull voice sounded behind him.
The figures are light and graceful, and the competition is a visual feast, attracting more spectators. The auditorium, which was not crowded at first, was soon filled with people.
"Sawara-kun is really popular."
Fuji smiled and spoke. It was the first time for him to see someone playing basketball so pleasing to the eye. Even he couldn't help but admire it.
"Thank you for the compliment, Fuji-kun. But we played a little too casually. We should finish the game quickly. The sun like this is really annoying."
After saying that, he hit the ball towards Fuji's blind spot, and Fuji was unable to react in time and lost a point.
Fuji, no longer careless, finally became serious. However, no matter where he hit the ball, it would be hit back by the opponent. Even his blind spots could be seen clearly by the opponent, and his special moves were cracked one by one. Bu Er, who had never been so embarrassed before, felt so powerless for the first time, as if he had been seen through by the other party.
Qingxue is also very anxious about Fuji's current situation. They have never seen Fuji in such a mess. He has already lost two games. If he loses this time too, they will miss the chance to win the Kanto championship.
"Come on, Fuji-senpai! Come on, Seigaku! Fuji-senpai, you can do it!" Tomoka waved the flag excitedly, and even Horio beside her joined in and shouted, "Come on!"
Compared to the anxiety outside the field, the situation inside the field was more peaceful, but the blow in Bu Er's heart was self-evident.